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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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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| DavidW asks (of Zach), "Did you have a game in mind?" | ||
| Zach asks, "I did not. Did you decide on anything?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Not really. From the list, we seems mostly in favour of Blue Lacuna." | ||
| DavidW says, "er seemed" | ||
| Zach says, "I've never played that." | ||
| DavidW says, "I've only placed the beginning." | ||
| DavidW says, "So, should we try it, then? Is everyone still here and awake? :)" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask bluelacuna" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | Before anything, you must remember: make love or make Floyd | art? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Prologue Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waves. Floyd | Floyd | Dreams move beneath you, blind colossi revolving through unknowable Floyd | patterns, but they do not break the surface, not yet or any more. You Floyd | float in void outside them, cold, memoryless. Floyd | Floyd | Not true. You are a Wayfarer, and will always remember that. Floyd | Floyd | But uneasiness rises within you. Lost, for strange moments you can not Floyd | even remember if you are man or woman. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Type emphasized keywords like MAN or WOMAN to advance the Floyd | story. Type KEYWORDS if these words do not appear emphasized in the Floyd | previous paragraph. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | . Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "make love" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > MAKE LOVE Floyd | Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "love" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > LOVE Floyd | Floyd | Before anything, you must remember: are you male or Floyd | female? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ah." | |
| Zach says, "Make love, not gender" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Gendernormativity Off" | ||
| DavidW says, "We can choose the genders of both ourselves and our partner." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Pick pick pick." | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "woman" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | Relief breaks against you, a deep ocean wave of reassurance. Of Floyd | course. You are a wayfarer, and a woman. The rest can wait till Floyd | waking. Floyd | Floyd | But already trickles of wake intrude, seeping into you. Warmth and Floyd | softness, and the arms of another, embracing you. Another wave washes Floyd | through, this one of dull desire; but again strange vertigo grips you, Floyd | for you're not even sure if it's a man or a woman Floyd | your waking self holds in her arms. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Woman again? :)" | |
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "woman" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > WOMAN Floyd | Floyd | It seems right the moment you think it, right and real, and you float Floyd | together over dream seas, rays of light stretching down to blue Floyd | infinitudes even as pinpricks of reality dissolve them away. Warm furs Floyd | on bare skin, pine and woodsmoke, stream and fire, and Rume, your Floyd | woman, sleeping against you. Home, for now. Floyd | Floyd | For now. Floyd | Floyd | How many worlds have you moved through, wayfarer? Will you ever stop Floyd | moving? Floyd | Floyd | Rume stirs, the touch of her breast hot against you. You are both Floyd | half-asleep or half-awake, only together forming a whole being with Floyd | the promise of something pleasant and instinctual taking shape in its Floyd | sleepy mind. Floyd | Floyd | But another desire stirs in you, equally compelling. Dawn and sleep Floyd | are distant now, and a blank canvas waits in your studio below. A Floyd | sudden ache as strong or stronger as your first impulse thrills you Floyd | with desire to paint, create, bring life and form to the images Floyd | coalescing inside you, no matter the consequences. Floyd | Floyd | Beside you, Rume shifts again, edging closer, blood pulsing faster in Floyd | her veins, and you must choose. Do you make art, or make Floyd | love? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Now we must make the love." | |
| DavidW says, "or art" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "war" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > WAR Floyd | Floyd | Before anything, you must remember: make love or make Floyd | art? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hmpf." | |
| DavidW says, "oh go ahead" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "love" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LOVE Floyd | Floyd | The physical presence of the woman beside you, her tangible power, Floyd | dissolves away all other desires. You pull her close. Floyd | Floyd | Waves. The remnants of dream fuse into this new reality without a Floyd | seam. You roll together, riding peaks and troughs of infinite blue, Floyd | gasps and vague portents and hot insights suffused in the power of the Floyd | moment, in the hot breath in your ear, in the dandelion touches on Floyd | delicate nerves. Worlds you've explored, loves you've known, lives Floyd | beyond or behind this moment are all forgotten in the freedom of this Floyd | now, this dim and burning now... Floyd | Floyd | Afterwards. Breaths out of sync, pools of cool sweat beneath each Floyd | fingertip. And something gradual begins to intrude on your cooling Floyd | bliss, some delicate itch. And an odd feeling creeps upon you that Floyd | things are about to change, a sense of waves receding, perhaps Floyd | forever, something calling them home. Floyd | Floyd | Calling... Floyd | Floyd | And in a heartbeat you know the feeling, recognize it. The Call. Floyd | Floyd | The Call pulls wayfarers together across time and dimension. Floyd | Unconscious, unexplained, yet crisp, real. And when a wayfarer hears Floyd | it, she knows another wayfarer is somewhere, somehow in trouble. Floyd | Floyd | But Rume is not a wayfarer. And she cannot go with you. Floyd | Floyd | You let long moments pass before you open your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Blue Lacuna Floyd | An Interactive Novel In Ten Chapters by Aaron A. Reed Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 100717 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Type MENU for more information. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Chapter One Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Loft (on the bed) Floyd | Firelight trickles through the open doorway into this long loft, seeps Floyd | deep into huge wooden beams strung with pine boughs angling Floyd | above your head. You lie in the warmth of your bed, buffered from the Floyd | air's winter chill by layers of warm furs. Floyd | Floyd | Next to you lies Rume, breathing quietly, already asleep Floyd | again. Beside you sits a simple nightstand. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Object keywords are things you can Floyd | examine. Type an object keyword to learn more about that thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "furs" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > FURS Floyd | Floyd | Brown and black, thick with the heavy warmth once needed by creatures Floyd | who slept through long mountain winters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "rume" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > RUME Floyd | Floyd | Her features are only just distinct in the dim and flickering Floyd | firelight. A year. You've known her a year now, and she looks the same Floyd | as the day you met, in the dazzling light of a high and snow-scraped Floyd | cirque. A life spent exploring this alpine world has infused winter Floyd | into Rume's face; her nordic cheekbones, bleached hair, and ruddy Floyd | cheeks hint at coldness, but the warmth of her touch, her laugh, her Floyd | soul, dominates. There is fire in her sea-blue eyes, and from the Floyd | moment you met her it burned in yours too. Floyd | Floyd | Now, three months after this mountain cabin became your shared home, Floyd | you see other things in Rume's face as well. You know what it looks Floyd | like in anger, in pride, in guilt. You can imagine now as you never Floyd | could before how that face will age, the lines along which youth and Floyd | energy will drain until one day only a dry mask remains, faded and Floyd | cold. In your life you have seen death, but not aging. Never aging. Floyd | Floyd | But now? Floyd | Floyd | No matter how many final decisions you've made, no matter how many Floyd | times you've put the question behind you for good, it still lingers. Floyd | Could you truly give up your gift, the magic heart of your soul, to Floyd | grow old here with Rume, on this world of kind people but cold and Floyd | bitter winds? Could you really never know the breeze of another world Floyd | again, the tang and rush of new reality? You have always been a Floyd | wayfarer. Who would you be if you let that go? Floyd | Floyd | You look away, at last, as if from the sun. The questions burn too Floyd | deep. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: If no keywords are visible, type LOOK or press enter to Floyd | get a fresh description. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oops. textdump." | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "boughs" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BOUGHS Floyd | Floyd | Arranged gracefully across the slanted ceiling, the pine boughs infuse Floyd | the room with the scent of the forest outside, while somehow making Floyd | this mostly empty space seem whole. Rume's work again: undeniably Floyd | right, but you'd have never thought to do it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nightstand" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > NIGHTSTAND Floyd | Floyd | Made simply from unfinished pine, it has the naked functionality and Floyd | unexpected beauty that marks everything made by Rume's hands. Atop it Floyd | rests a framed drawing and a small round mirror. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Sometimes by examining things more closely, we learn Floyd | about other objects we may not have noticed at first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "drawing" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DRAWING Floyd | Floyd | Set in a wide frame of grey stone, Rume gave you this pencil sketch Floyd | some weeks ago. She had rarely drawn before, which to you makes the Floyd | sketch even more remarkable: two gracefully feminine hands, entwined, Floyd | but the difference between yours and Rume's clear. Though crudely Floyd | drawn it has as much power in it as anything you have painted, and the Floyd | intensity of everything Rume creates. Floyd | Floyd | In darker moments, you cannot help but see the strength with which Floyd | Rume's hand clutches yours in the drawing. In darker moments, you Floyd | wonder whether your hand is trying to pull away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mirror" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | The brass stand and edging is adorned with simple repeated patterns Floyd | like everything the craftsfolk of this mountainous country put hand Floyd | to. Inside the dark circle you see only your own reflection. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "reflection" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > REFLECTION Floyd | Floyd | You are the one constant in your life, and even you change. Studying Floyd | your sleepy eyes, you wonder what happened to the terrified girl who Floyd | first painted her way into another world, the brave teenager eager for Floyd | a life of adventure, the bitter young woman first touched by pain. Floyd | Perhaps they still exist, somewhere in those worlds you left behind, Floyd | trapped forever in amber. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: If you don't see any new keywords on screen, you can type Floyd | LOOK or press enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "I just wanted to check on our hair" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "things" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > THINGS Floyd | Floyd | Nearby are the furs, the refracted firelight, the small round mirror, Floyd | the framed drawing, the pine boughs, and the wooden ceiling beams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | Faint red firelight gutters through the open doorway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "firelight" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > FIRELIGHT Floyd | Floyd | The remnants of last night's fire down on the lodge's main floor are Floyd | mostly shadow now, but in the black of night provide just enough light Floyd | to see by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "beams" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BEAMS Floyd | Floyd | Sturdy wood that has stood for many winters and should stand many Floyd | more. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "topic" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TOPIC Floyd | Floyd | You're not talking to anyone right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > XYZZY Floyd | Floyd | Here are some of the albums that were on constant play during my Floyd | writing of Blue Lacuna, along with, in some cases, which sequence they Floyd | helped shape. These albums can perhaps be thought of as the unofficial Floyd | soundtrack: Floyd | Floyd | Gyorgi Ligeti, Requiem Floyd | Lisa Gerrard, The Silver Tree -- the Windsigh Floyd | Ryan Miller, Tim Larkin and Jack Wall, soundtracks to the Myst games Floyd | -- exploring Floyd | Michael Stearns, The Lost World -- the eastern forest Floyd | Colleen, The Golden Morning Breaks -- Phoebe and Lethe Floyd | amiina, Animamina and Kurr -- Phoebe and Lethe Floyd | Kenji Kawai, Ghost In The Shell Soundtrack -- The Great Philosopher Floyd | Robert Rich, Gaudi / Below Zero -- The Heart of the Forest Floyd | Jakob Draminsky Højmark, En Landsoldats Dagbog -- Progue's Despair Floyd | Jocelyn Pook, various -- painting Floyd | Jeremy Soule, Game Soundtracks Floyd | Michael Andrews, Donnie Darko Original Score -- Progue's Playfulness Floyd | Aphex Twin, Melodies From Mars -- Progue Floyd | Eluvium, various albums -- the dreams Floyd | Floyd | And other albums which are not tied to particular moments but which Floyd | nevertheless received heavy play during the writing: Floyd | Floyd | Geinoh Yamashirogumi, Akira Soundtrack / Ecophony Gaia Floyd | Brian Tyler, Children of Dune Floyd | Matt Uelmen, Diablo II Soundtrack Floyd | Leon Willet, Dreamfall Soundtrack Floyd | Philip Glass, Koyaanisquatsi Floyd | Paul Ruskay, Homeworld Soundtrack Floyd | Juno Reactor, Labyrinth Floyd | Sigur Rós, various albums Floyd | Lemon Demon Floyd | Vangelis, various albums Floyd | Clint Mansell, The Fountain Floyd | and the entire Jonathan Coulton catalog. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "........" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "That was unexpected." | ||
| Zach says, "Music is magic" | ||
| DavidW says, "I guess we won't hear any of the music in this game via Floyd though." | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "talk to rume" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TALK TO RUME Floyd | Floyd | She has already fallen asleep again, so deep and complete that for the Floyd | moment you can't imagine her awake again, a faint smile still Floyd | lingering on her lips. You'll come back to say goodbye, if... or Floyd | before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss rume" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > KISS RUME Floyd | Floyd | Already Rume has drifted back to sleep, but you're more awake than Floyd | you've been in a year. You kiss her cheek, hand lingering on her warm Floyd | shoulder. You'll come back to say goodbye, if... or before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rume" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE RUME Floyd | Floyd | You wrap your arms around Rume for long moments, feeding off the heat Floyd | of her deep sleep, but now that you've fed one need, the other grows Floyd | deeper and deeper inside you. The Call beckons, itches. You must Floyd | answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says (to DavidW), "There is no music." | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "dance with rume" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DANCE WITH RUME Floyd | Floyd | You don't always need to specify what you're doing something with. Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "dance .") Floyd | Floyd | You aren't talking to Rume right now; type HELLO to begin Floyd | conversing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think the game's trying to give us permission to leave the room." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DANCE Floyd | Floyd | You aren't talking to Rume right now; type HELLO to begin Floyd | conversing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Great minds." | |
| Zach says, "Yay" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "scratch itch" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SCRATCH ITCH Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE ALL Floyd | Floyd | For various reasons, use of ALL is not allowed in Blue Lacuna. Floyd | Please deal with objects one at a time instead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take boughs" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE BOUGHS Floyd | Floyd | This is not the time to redecorate. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach asks, "Go outside?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take mirror" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE MIRROR Floyd | Floyd | You'd rather not carry that around. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ok" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "doorway" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOORWAY Floyd | Floyd | (first leaving the bed) Floyd | Floyd | You pass through the open doorway, old floorboards creaking Floyd | comfortably under your feet, into the light and open space of the rest Floyd | of the lodge. Floyd | Floyd | The Tumble, On the Balcony Floyd | The balcony overlooks the roomy interior of the lodge, Floyd | running the length of one wall covered in shelves. Beneath Floyd | your feet, the chattering stream that named this place Floyd | emerges from its bed under the loft, tumbling down the exposed rock Floyd | face to the main floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Stairs parallel the stream's journey down to the kitchen, and Floyd | an open doorway leads back into the dark interior of the Floyd | loft. Floyd | Floyd | Only the glow of the fire below is reflected in the black skylights Floyd | slanting above you. It must still be very early. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: You can save your progress in the story by typing SAVE, Floyd | and return to the same point later by typing RESTORE. If you ever want Floyd | to "take back a move," you can type UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I only played this chapter, but we can wander around the lodge." | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "balcony" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BALCONY Floyd | Floyd | The balcony runs above and alongside the studio and kitchen, an Floyd | extension of the loft and separated from it by a simple partition. A Floyd | wooden railing guards the drop, topped by lacquered branches, gnarled Floyd | and ancient, and the stairs follow the stream down to the Floyd | ground floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: By adding a verb before an object keyword, you can Floyd | perform actions. You could try SHELVES, then READ BOOKS, TOUCH Floyd | TRINKETS, or TAKE LAMP. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take lamp" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE LAMP Floyd | Floyd | You pick up the unlit lamp gently. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Though you can take this lamp, most of the time you won't Floyd | need to carry objects around with you. In fact, it's possible to Floyd | finish the story without taking or dropping anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "shelves" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SHELVES Floyd | Floyd | The shelves are still mostly empty, waiting to creak under the weight Floyd | of years of occupation: a few books, some rocks and pine Floyd | cones and other trinkets of nature. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I seem to remember visiting a website about a real house that has a stream like that." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Woo!" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "books" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | A few leather-bound journals; smudgy reprints of distant travelers' Floyd | tales; fraying tomes with peeling binding on trapper medicine, Floyd | wilderness cooking, alpine survival. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "read books" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > READ BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You've spent long hours curled by the fire exploring these volumes, Floyd | most of which have haunted this old shelf since long before you came Floyd | here. But now, you're too keyed up to read. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "take books" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | You pick up one worn volume, a grey and practical manual on canning Floyd | preserves and salting meat for winter, and trace your fingers across Floyd | its age-stained surface. But your mind is too filled with images to Floyd | focus on words. You return the book to its shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick books" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LICK BOOKS Floyd | Floyd | Apologies, but that isn't something the story expected you to try Floyd | eating. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh" | |
| Zach says, "In life, licking is often unexpected" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "x lamp" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > X LAMP Floyd | Floyd | The civilization of this alpine world is simpler than some, but Floyd | graceful elegance permeates the people here, grace you find somehow Floyd | comforting. This simple lamp is a perfect example, in the dignified Floyd | curves of its glass hood, the polished sheen of the brass base, even Floyd | the delicate weave of its wick. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Remember, if you don't see any new keywords on screen, Floyd | you can type LOOK or press enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "we're just trying to learn" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "trinkets" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TRINKETS Floyd | Floyd | You toy delicately with the pine cones, smooth or strange stones, and Floyd | shells or fossils that Rume has brought back from her wanderings, till Floyd | your fingers touch one fractured half of a small crude statue, Floyd | thumb-sized, idols of an ancient people that often turn up near Floyd | riverbeds and caves here. Floyd | Floyd | Fractured. You remember Rume smashing it against the ground, face Floyd | twisted in anger. Your first real argument, and so soon. So soon. Floyd | Maybe you made a mistake in staying. Or she did. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "get out now" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > GET OUT NOW Floyd | Floyd | A lot of words like prepositions and adverbs are not necessary in Floyd | interactive fiction. Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "get out .") Floyd | Floyd | I'm not sure which way you mean. Stairs parallel the stream's journey Floyd | down to the kitchen, and an open doorway leads back Floyd | into the dark interior of the loft. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "send break up text" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SEND BREAK UP TEXT Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "light lamp" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LIGHT LAMP Floyd | Floyd | You'll need matches to do that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | The Tumble, On the Balcony Floyd | The balcony overlooks the roomy interior of the lodge, Floyd | running the length of one wall covered in shelves. Beneath Floyd | your feet, the chattering stream that named this place Floyd | emerges from its bed under the loft, tumbling down the exposed rock Floyd | face to the main floor below. Floyd | Floyd | Stairs parallel the stream's journey down to the kitchen, and Floyd | an open doorway leads back into the dark interior of the Floyd | loft. Floyd | Floyd | Only the glow of the fire below is reflected in the black skylights Floyd | slanting above you. It must still be very early. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "stream" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > STREAM Floyd | Floyd | The lodge is built around the stream, its centerpiece and soul, so Floyd | much so that the old trapper who left it to you named the place the Floyd | Tumble. The ice-cold mountain water flows beneath the loft, then Floyd | dances its way down the exposed natural rock face separating the upper Floyd | level from the lower. It pools in a rock pond at the base of the Floyd | stairs, then flows through a sculpted streambed that bisects the great Floyd | boards of the main floor. Near the front door it escapes through a Floyd | drain to continue its journey down the mountain outside your walls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You descend the curved staircase silently, following the stream as it Floyd | tumbles down the slope, touching the polished wood of the banister Floyd | more for comfort than balance. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | The spacious main floor of the lodge is divided into two halves by the Floyd | stream running through its center. This side is for practical things: Floyd | flat countertops and spacious pine cupboards and a clatter of Floyd | hanging pots, pans, and skewers. Rugged chairs at a small round Floyd | table overlook the stream's tiny pool. Floyd | Floyd | A slanted trapdoor leads to the cellar, opposite the path Floyd | across the stream, while the staircase curves up to Floyd | the balcony. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Not all verbs require keywords. You might try to SIT, Floyd | SWIM, or LISTEN. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "oh, swim. How often do we swim inside a kitchen?" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "swim" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SWIM Floyd | Floyd | The pool is too small and cold for swimming, but on warmer nights it Floyd | feels good to sit on the curved edge where the wooden floorboards meet Floyd | its rocky lip, and soak the day's cares from your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: You can type HELP to see a list of other verbs the story Floyd | understands. The help menu also offers more detailed instructions and Floyd | information about the story. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "Apparently not very often :(" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "cupboards" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > CUPBOARDS Floyd | Floyd | You swing a cupboard open and the redolent smell of wood and Floyd | seasonings spills out. The cupboards are full of the minutiae of life Floyd | on the edge of the alpine wilderness: jars of dried herbs and spice, Floyd | coarse-woven bags of salt, sugar, and flour, decanters of oil, bins of Floyd | venison and fish jerky, huge glass jars of pickled vegetables, piled Floyd | bulbs of garlic. Floyd | Floyd | You are struck suddenly with bitter futility: the months spent Floyd | gathering together these comforts, the hours wasted sorting and Floyd | arranging them, preparing for a life and a winter you're about to Floyd | abandon forever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "table" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TABLE Floyd | Floyd | Just large enough for three: Rume, yourself, and the odd trapper or Floyd | trader who spies the smoke of your fire and feels a need for warmth, Floyd | food, and companionship. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "pool" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > POOL Floyd | Floyd | At the base of the small cliff, the stream tumbles into a small pool Floyd | before continuing across the floor of the lodge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "across" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > ACROSS Floyd | Floyd | (new landmark discovered) Floyd | You step lightly over the flat stones crossing the stream. Floyd | Floyd | Studio Floyd | Your art has claimed this side of the main floor; paint-spattered Floyd | canvas twists crumpled underfoot, palettes and buckets and brushes Floyd | stacked and strewn between them. Abstract studies lie in Floyd | piles where you've abandoned them, except a few Rume has saved and Floyd | pinned to the wall. The fire burns low, painting the interior Floyd | of the lodge with dull heat and molten glow. Floyd | Floyd | A wide blank canvas stands on an easel in the center of the Floyd | studio, space cleared around it like the eye of a storm. Floyd | Floyd | The solid front door is shut tight against the frigid night Floyd | air. Opposite the fire, a few flat stones lead across the Floyd | stream to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Type LANDMARK to see a list of important areas you've Floyd | discovered. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh." | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "landmark" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LANDMARK Floyd | Floyd | The landmarks you can go to are: Floyd | your bedroom Floyd | the studio (you are here) Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Type one of the listed direction keywords to quickly Floyd | return to that area. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "studies" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > STUDIES Floyd | Floyd | Not studies in the sense of a student hoping to learn, but of a master Floyd | surveying his domain in satisfaction and reflection. For you are a Floyd | master. There's no ego or pride involved; it's simply true. You Floyd | couldn't wayfare if you were otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | The studies are as meaningless as muscles twitching before sleep, and Floyd | you wish Rume wouldn't hang them like this. All they do is remind you Floyd | that she doesn't understand, never will. All they remind you of are Floyd | things you'd rather forget. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fire" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > FIRE Floyd | Floyd | The fireplace extends on a large, semicircular platform into the Floyd | lodge, the wide curving hearth around it strewn with rugs and pairs of Floyd | drying winter boots. The fire has been banked down to a heap Floyd | of glowing embers, heating even this large space through the long Floyd | night, and providing a glow bright enough to see by. A bundle of Floyd | matches rests on the mantel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take matches" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE MATCHES Floyd | Floyd | You strike a match and light the lamp's wick from the tall yellow Floyd | flame. Soon the lamp emits a ghost-pale light. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Unexpected, but ok." | |
| DavidW says, "cool, though" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "boots" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BOOTS Floyd | Floyd | Nearly dry and ready for another day breaking snowbanks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear boots" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > WEAR BOOTS Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the pairs of winter boots) Floyd | Somewhere inside you prickles a feeling. You won't need them where Floyd | you're going. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "set boots on fire" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SET BOOTS ON FIRE Floyd | Floyd | I couldn't understand that, or the noun you used isn't nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Some people are trying to play IF." | |
| Johnny says, "Er" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "put boots in fire" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PUT BOOTS IN FIRE Floyd | Floyd | You need to be holding the pairs of winter boots before you can put Floyd | them into something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "canvas" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > CANVAS Floyd | Floyd | The cream-white canvas is pulled taut as a drum, achingly empty. Floyd | There's nothing magical about its fibers, of course, no strange Floyd | alchemical mixture in your paints, no glamor in your simple Floyd | brushes. You wayfare because of you: the act of painting Floyd | simply helps your mind, your being to define the world you'll become Floyd | part of. Each of the billion decisions you make as you paint, of Floyd | texture, tone, pressure, position, size, helps winnow the spiraling Floyd | infinitudes down to the single one that becomes your new reality. Floyd | Floyd | The painting itself, the one you leave behind, is merely a painting. Floyd | But always a masterwork. Floyd | Floyd | As your fingers near canvas, the Call pulls strongly on your Floyd | mind. The image you must paint burbles in your mind, almost clear. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl (to Johnny) '( | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Erm. Pretend I had eyes." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "call" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > CALL Floyd | Floyd | It is an itch in the mind, a tug on your soul. It means that when next Floyd | you wayfare, what you paint and where you go will not be entirely up Floyd | to you. Some other wayfarer is pulling you closer. Someone in need. Floyd | Floyd | You've only felt it once before, at least consciously. When you Floyd | answered you found a dark, razed world where a lonely little girl was Floyd | stranded. She had a gift like your own, but didn't understand it, and Floyd | thought she was crazy for believing in it. You stayed with her a Floyd | month, helped her survive and learn to want survival, to gain strength Floyd | to sing to more peaceful worlds. Floyd | Floyd | Yes, you remember now. Her gift was song, fragile with heartache, but Floyd | the clearest, purest thing you've ever known, or ever will. Floyd | Floyd | Did she call you to her? Did some hidden part of yourself reach Floyd | through infinities to feel her suffering? Or does some power run Floyd | through all universes, bringing you together in times of need? You Floyd | don't know. But now the Call has come again. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Remember, if you don't see any new keywords on screen, Floyd | you can type LOOK or press enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh dear. We're gonna paint our destination and break Rume's heart if we go." | |
| Johnny 8O | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SING Floyd | Floyd | You sing quietly, an old song you learned as a child, forgotten for Floyd | years until surfacing now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "brushes" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BRUSHES Floyd | Floyd | You scarcely notice them, other than as extensions of yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take brushes" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE BRUSHES Floyd | Floyd | You hesitate long moments, fear and excitement trembling your Floyd | fingertips as they hover just above your brushes. The Call Floyd | whispers in your mind, teasing, wondering if you are ready to answer Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Signs of hesitation often indicate you are about to do Floyd | something that will change or advance the story. Make sure you really Floyd | want to proceed, then repeat your command. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > SAVEOk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "things" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > THINGS Floyd | Floyd | Nearby are the brass poker, the matches, the hearth, the rugs, the Floyd | firewood, the pairs of winter boots, the abstract paintings, the Floyd | paintbrushes, the canvas, the front door, the oil lamp, and the easel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach asks, "Look down the trapdoor before we leave?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | The solid front door is shut tight against the frigid night Floyd | air. Opposite the fire, a few flat stones lead across the Floyd | stream to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "across" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > ACROSS Floyd | Floyd | You step lightly over the flat stones crossing the stream. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | The spacious main floor of the lodge is divided into two halves by the Floyd | stream running through its center. This side is for practical things: Floyd | flat countertops and spacious pine cupboards and a clatter of Floyd | hanging pots, pans, and skewers. Rugged chairs at a small round Floyd | table overlook the stream's tiny pool. Floyd | Floyd | A slanted trapdoor leads to the cellar, opposite the path Floyd | across the stream, while the staircase curves up to Floyd | the balcony. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "trapdoor" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TRAPDOOR Floyd | Floyd | You swing the groaning old trapdoor open. Floyd | Floyd | Holding the lamp steady, you descend carefully into the frigid chill Floyd | and dark of the cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Tumble Cellar Floyd | The great pillars of the lodge loom large in this cellar, a cold, Floyd | empty space now that you and Rume have finally finished cleaning it Floyd | out. The floor is stained and peppered with browning pine needles and Floyd | ghosts of rotting foodstuffs left by residents long gone. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the steep stairs back up to the Kitchen is a bone-cold Floyd | rock wall, on which hangs your traveling clothes and a Floyd | mounted grey moose head. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Careful observation and problem-solving unlocks new parts Floyd | of the story. Congratulations on reaching this area. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl beams. | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "head" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > HEAD Floyd | Floyd | Its mangy fur is not that attractive; its rack not of a size to Floyd | impress. But on cold nights when you come down here to stare into its Floyd | blank dead eyes, you remember what it means to you, hanging on the Floyd | wall of your home. Floyd | Floyd | Your home. Floyd | Floyd | And in a sudden shattering you live that night again: staggering Floyd | through the woods while the old trapper died, despite all Rume's care Floyd | could do; confusion and doubt echoing through you at the thought that Floyd | here, perhaps, was your chance, your one chance to give up everything Floyd | you'd shaped your life around, and get back everything you'd given up. Floyd | As you stared at the dying moose, its blood seeping into the snow, you Floyd | thought you'd decided. Decided to stay. Floyd | Floyd | But the Call has hit you strong, like a current of cold electricity. Floyd | Perhaps you never did decide. Perhaps you only put off the choice Floyd | until another cold and lonely night. And now once again you stare into Floyd | the eyes of the stiff grey creature and wonder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "clothes" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | Years and worlds ago you stitched these clothes, crude but now Floyd | comfortable, broken in, one of the few familiar trappings of your Floyd | schizophrenic life. They come with you, each time you Wayfare, because Floyd | you made them yourself, with your own hands. And only because of that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cry" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > CRY Floyd | Floyd | You feel only the mounting dread of impending loss. The loss itself is Floyd | not yet real. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take head" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE HEAD Floyd | Floyd | No. It too will remain, once you have gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear head" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > WEAR HEAD Floyd | Floyd | (first taking the grey moose head) Floyd | No. It too will remain, once you have gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take clothes" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE CLOTHES Floyd | Floyd | With hands steady on the surface but somehow trembling deep within the Floyd | bone, you take down the old battered clothes with something like Floyd | reverence. As you slip into them you can already feel yourself start Floyd | to let this world go, and the Call itches more deeply, turning your Floyd | mind to the next world you must paint, the next place to be. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your traveling clothes and a wooden band, and hold an Floyd | oil lamp (providing light) in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | You are the one constant in your life, and even you change. You wonder Floyd | what happened to the terrified girl who first painted her way into Floyd | another world, the brave teenager eager for a life of adventure, the Floyd | bitter young woman first touched by pain. Perhaps they still exist, Floyd | somewhere in those worlds you left behind, trapped forever in amber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x band" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "x band" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > X BAND Floyd | Floyd | The symbol of commitment is always a circle. On some worlds they are Floyd | rings, tiny bands with homes on varying fingers; elsewhere they are Floyd | necklaces or circlets. Here they are a little different, signifying Floyd | more strong fondness than promise, but the exchange still has meaning. Floyd | Your band was made by Rume, carved from ashwood and polished smooth. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Remember, if you don't see any new keywords on screen, Floyd | you can type LOOK or press enter. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > X BAND Floyd | Floyd | The symbol of commitment is always a circle. On some worlds they are Floyd | rings, tiny bands with homes on varying fingers; elsewhere they are Floyd | necklaces or circlets. Here they are a little different, signifying Floyd | more strong fondness than promise, but the exchange still has meaning. Floyd | Your band was made by Rume, carved from ashwood and polished smooth. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Sorry" | |
| Zach says, "No problem" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Tumble Cellar Floyd | The great pillars of the lodge loom large in this cellar, a cold, Floyd | empty space now that you and Rume have finally finished cleaning it Floyd | out. The floor is stained and peppered with browning pine needles and Floyd | ghosts of rotting foodstuffs left by residents long gone. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the steep stairs back up to the Kitchen is a bone-cold Floyd | rock wall, on which hangs a mounted grey moose head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | Shivering, you climb the steps back into the kitchen, shutting the Floyd | trapdoor behind you with a heavy groan. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | The spacious main floor of the lodge is divided into two halves by the Floyd | stream running through its center. This side is for practical things: Floyd | flat countertops and spacious pine cupboards and a clatter of Floyd | hanging pots, pans, and skewers. Rugged chairs at a small round Floyd | table overlook the stream's tiny pool. Floyd | Floyd | A slanted trapdoor leads to the cellar, opposite the path Floyd | across the stream, while the staircase curves up to Floyd | the balcony. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, ">LEAVE SAD NOTE" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "sit" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SIT Floyd | Floyd | You sit for a moment at the old table, but your mind races. Visions Floyd | and images dance inside you, and you know the moment you touch brush Floyd | to canvas they will crystallize, coalesce into the scene you must Floyd | paint-- the world you are Called to. Floyd | Floyd | Restlessness drives you to your feet again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "across" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > ACROSS Floyd | Floyd | You step lightly over the flat stones crossing the stream. Floyd | Floyd | Studio Floyd | Your art has claimed this side of the main floor; paint-spattered Floyd | canvas twists crumpled underfoot, palettes and buckets and brushes Floyd | stacked and strewn between them. Abstract studies lie in Floyd | piles where you've abandoned them, except a few Rume has saved and Floyd | pinned to the wall. The fire burns low, painting the interior Floyd | of the lodge with dull heat and molten glow. Floyd | Floyd | A wide blank canvas stands on an easel in the center of the Floyd | studio, space cleared around it like the eye of a storm. Floyd | Floyd | The solid front door is shut tight against the frigid night Floyd | air. Opposite the fire, a few flat stones lead across the Floyd | stream to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You swing the heavy oaken door open, pulling swirls of ice-cold air Floyd | with it, and step out for a moment onto the small porch. Floyd | Floyd | The smell of pines and indistinct snowdrifts peppered with cones and Floyd | needles surround you. Above the piercing clarity of the stars shine in Floyd | a cloudless sky. You stare up at them, lungs shivering in the Floyd | knife-cold air, your companions through this lifelong sojourn of Floyd | worlds. Not specific stars, not the changing constellations from world Floyd | to world, but the stars as a whole, ever-present, fused through your Floyd | life into one metacosmic night sky. Floyd | Floyd | But you're not dressed for cold. Leaving breath crystals quivering in Floyd | the air, you retreat back into warmth and shut the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "poker" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > POKER Floyd | Floyd | You see nothing special about the brass poker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fire" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > FIRE Floyd | Floyd | The fireplace extends on a large, semicircular platform into the Floyd | lodge, the wide curving hearth around it strewn with rugs and pairs of Floyd | drying winter boots. The fire has been banked down to a heap Floyd | of glowing embers, heating even this large space through the long Floyd | night, and providing a glow bright enough to see by. A bundle of Floyd | matches rests on the mantel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rugs" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > RUGS Floyd | Floyd | Soft and warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Brushes again, I suppose?" | |
| Zach says (to Floyd), "paint" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINT Floyd | Floyd | Awkwardly, you set the oil lamp on a shelf and struggle to build up Floyd | the fire, finally producing a blaze that floods the room with heat and Floyd | light. That done, you fumble for palette and brushes, knocking your Floyd | shins on the easel. The smell of Rume still lingers in the air, clings Floyd | invisibly to your body, as if your earlier choice of love now thwarts Floyd | your fingers and intentions with delicate jealousy. A hesitancy seems Floyd | to cloud your mind; though the Call seems inevitable, some sage part Floyd | of you knows it is not, that you could abandon it and go back to bed Floyd | and live out a happy life here in the mountains. You pause for a long Floyd | moment before the blank canvas, brush in hand, a droplet of thick Floyd | lemon-yellow quivering at the tips of bristles. Then, with a sigh, you Floyd | press the brush against the cloth. Floyd | Floyd | There is none of the deliberate experimentation, the careful decisions Floyd | that come with your usual work: this time, the scene already exists in Floyd | your mind's eye, formed by the Call. All you have to do is make it Floyd | real. Floyd | Floyd | There is no sense of time, but hours must pass. Floyd | Floyd | By the time you force yourself to step back for a moment, to pull away Floyd | from the painting, the intensity of the world you are already Floyd | half a part of, you are almost finished. You can't leave Rume like Floyd | this; there must be explanations, and pain, and goodbyes. But as you Floyd | turn to head up the stairs you see Rume already stands on the Floyd | landing above, smoking and watching you silently. Floyd | Floyd | And you know at a glance she understands. She cannot come with you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "love rume" | ||
Floyd | Topics: people, easy, stealing, and wayfarer Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | Floyd | > LOVE RUME Floyd | Floyd | Wrapped in light cloth despite the lingering chill, Rume regards you Floyd | steadily with no hint of sleepiness. Pale blue smoke rises from her Floyd | sikar, nearly smoked down. Floyd | Floyd | Rume examines you in return, thoughtful, her expression unreadable. Floyd | "No goodbyes from a wayfarer, then," she says in a quiet Floyd | voice that hangs heavy nonetheless among the wooden rafters, seeping Floyd | only reluctantly to the level of your ears. "No scenes, no protests. Floyd | Yes, I understand. The way of your people, I imagine; a quiet Floyd | departure in dim night, stealing away to new dawns in new Floyd | worlds, fresh and unspoiled." Floyd | Floyd | She lowers one hand to the railing and grips it calmly, but her Floyd | knuckles are white. "An easy road," she adds, "for the woman Floyd | I thought you were." Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Topic keywords are the final type you'll encounter. Type Floyd | a topic keyword to talk about the subject that word Floyd | implies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wayfarer" | ||
Floyd | Topics: people, duty, adventure, helpless, and need Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > WAYFARER Floyd | Floyd | "Yes," Rume says musingly, taking another savage pull at the sikar, Floyd | "you've told me before. The Call. Such a romantic, fantastic notion. A Floyd | beacon that pulls your people across worlds, across Floyd | universes. In times of need," she adds reflectively, staring into the Floyd | empty space in the empty center of the lodge, lost. Floyd | Floyd | "But why do you answer it?" she says suddenly, bluntly. "This Call. Floyd | There are those in this world who need you as much. Why? Some Floyd | sense of duty? The promise of adventure? Or are you Floyd | simply helpless to resist?" Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: A window below the prompt opens during conversations, Floyd | showing all keywords currently available. Sometimes words appear there Floyd | that weren't said by another character, like answers to a Floyd | question. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "Hmm" | |
| Zach says, "I want to say helpless" | ||
| DavidW says, "But 'helpless' seems like a lie to me." | ||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Adventure?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I'd choose 'duty', I think. But Rume will probably have a rebuttal regardless." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ok" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "duty" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, maybe, and no Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DUTY Floyd | Floyd | Rume studies you for a long moment. Floyd | Floyd | "Yes," she says finally, taking a deep breath, "in a life like yours, Floyd | the only allegiance a sane woman could have is to herself, and others Floyd | like her." She nods once, slowly. "For those around you are mere Floyd | shadows, destined always to fade away, never to stay, never to be Floyd | woven into the fabric of your life. Only brushed at intervals from the Floyd | threads." Floyd | Floyd | She considers her next words carefully, forming them in her head the Floyd | way you've seen her do so many times before, before finally speaking. Floyd | Floyd | "Tell me, wayfarer," she says. "Do you care for me?" Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Old keywords disappear as the conversation moves on. Keep Floyd | your eye on the topic window to know what can still be discussed. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Yes, I hope?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "> throw ring at rume" | ||
| DavidW says, "Of course we care." | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | Topics: wait Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | For a long moment you stare at each other, until Rume breaks the gaze Floyd | to stare searchingly into the sloping skylights, still black with Floyd | night, and you know she is thinking, searching for some way she can Floyd | come with you. Floyd | Floyd | And you know there is none. Only a Wayfarer wayfares. Only the things Floyd | she has created and touches go with her. And there is no going back. Floyd | Floyd | You've told her before, and she hasn't forgotten. And at last she Floyd | nods, to herself, and pauses for a moment, as if gathering the right Floyd | words to go on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wait" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | Floyd | > WAIT Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Quickly she tosses something down to you. In midair you realize what, Floyd | and a weight seems to fall on you so that when you catch it, you're Floyd | surprised it's so light. Floyd | Floyd | "You say only what you've made with your own hands and touch goes with Floyd | you when you go," she breathes. "So I give you the bracelet Floyd | you made for me. If you would truly leave me forever, then wear it, to Floyd | remember me by." Floyd | Floyd | She steps forward, gripping the railing tightly. "But there is another Floyd | way. I cannot go, but you do not have to. Stay. Ignore the Call. If Floyd | you keep moving on, running away from roots and foundations, this Floyd | wayfaring will strip all meaning from your life and leave you a cold Floyd | and lonely shadow. And I do not want that for you." Floyd | Floyd | "Come up and return the bracelet to me, if you choose to Floyd | stay," Rume says, "or wear it and paint, if you choose to go. Floyd | Or burn it, I suppose, if you wish for all trace of me to Floyd | vanish. Choose. I will wait." Floyd | Floyd | Studio Floyd | Your art has claimed this side of the main floor; paint-spattered Floyd | canvas twists crumpled underfoot, palettes and buckets and brushes Floyd | stacked and strewn between them. Abstract studies lie in Floyd | piles where you've abandoned them, except a few Rume has saved and Floyd | pinned to the wall. The fire rages, flooding the room with Floyd | yellow-orange light, driving away the chill. Floyd | Floyd | Your painting of a strange, withered tree is almost complete, Floyd | almost real. Floyd | Floyd | Rume stands on the balcony above, smoking and watching you Floyd | quietly. Floyd | Floyd | The solid front door is shut tight against the frigid night Floyd | air. Opposite the fire, a few flat stones lead across the Floyd | stream to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ugh, did the pause in suggestions bite us?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "It suggested 'wait' as a topic." | ||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "I suppose we could save and see what happens if we don't leave?" | ||
| Zach says, "Yeah" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf9" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > SAVEOk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Night - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You move to the stairs, but Rume pauses, breathing deeply. "Wait," she Floyd | says, "think. Know what you give up for me. Believe it in yourself. Floyd | Tell it to your soul. Then, if that truly is your decision..." She Floyd | trembles, whispering. "Then yes, come up to me, and let us Floyd | start our life together at last." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It's interesting if we stay. The game doesn't end." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | The vastness of the distance up the stairs seems enormous, each step Floyd | requiring herculean effort. But they get easier. Each time you lift Floyd | your foot, some force within you rips, snaps open, like seed pods Floyd | bursting at the first breath of spring, or signal flares igniting, Floyd | light to show the way through storms. Floyd | Floyd | You take the last few steps in a single bound and fall upwards into Floyd | Rume's arms, floodgates of something you've never felt bursting forth Floyd | inside you. You hold each other for long minutes, almost too tight to Floyd | breathe, till finally you slip the bracelet back on her wrist. Floyd | Floyd | She kisses you deeply, then pulls you back into the loft. There are Floyd | still hours to morning, when your life will finally, finally begin. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | And time seems to speed up, flowing faster and faster till the leaves Floyd | and foam that once drifted by becomes a blur and blue Floyd | Floyd | Ice Shelf Near Home Floyd | ice, you call to Rume, but she knows that, knows to stay on the blue Floyd | ice, but the mammoth skeleton gleams within the glacier and she's Floyd | almost there and suddenly the shelf gives way beneath her and she's Floyd | falling, skidding down the slope and you trip after her snowshoes Floyd | catching and heart thumping and finally reach her side Floyd | Floyd | and you say: >> | genericgeekgirl says, "Ah" | |
| Johnny says, ">>wassup" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, ">> hey girl" | ||
| Lionheart says, ">>it's..." | ||
| DavidW says, "well, choose one" | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "topics" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and you say: >> Floyd | > TOPICS Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | but Rume doesn't hear you over her laughter, whooping and scraping the Floyd | snow from her face and saying it's okay, it's okay, I'm fine, and you Floyd | feel such an intense rush of gratefulness and love and kiss her Floyd | between her eyes, so beautiful and blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | Outside The Tumble Floyd | eyes, like Rume's, her adopted mother, and you can see how scared she Floyd | is but hungry at last to finally have a home, holding the two of your Floyd | hands tight, little Archana, as the pompous official from town out of Floyd | breath from the bumpy sleigh ride up signs paperwork, and the girl Floyd | trembles nervously Floyd | Floyd | so you: >> | Zach says, "whoops" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blue" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | so you: >> Floyd | > BLUE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | and she looks up at you bravely, holding your hand tight, and you look Floyd | up into Rume's eyes and reflected there is your joy and terror and Floyd | trepidation and concern at this new frontier of parenthood, reflected Floyd | in the blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | The Tumble, Archana's Room Floyd | of the sky fades in the darkling window as night breezes rustle while Floyd | Archana listens with wide eyes to Rume's bedtime story, tucked in bed Floyd | under warm furs, and you watch and listen fondly at the way your love Floyd | weaves the words, her voice dancing and lilting through the old tale Floyd | Floyd | and you wonder if you should: >> | Johnny says (to Zach), ">> != >" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "laugh" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and you wonder if you should: >> Floyd | > LAUGH Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | but no, you'll stay, stay and hear the end of the story, and Rume Floyd | tells and the story lives in the spaces between you three and you're Floyd | content, at peace here in your home in the blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | The Cellar Floyd | in the painting, covered in a faint layer of dust now but still Floyd | potent, powerful, and you wonder why you never destroyed it and you Floyd | wonder why you keep coming down here and pulling back the dusty burlap Floyd | and staring at it, and Rume comes down the stairs behind you while Floyd | Archana recites above and Rume closes the cellar door and puts her Floyd | arms around you, the wooden bracelet hard against your stomach, and Floyd | stares at the painting with you and she asks if you still hear the Floyd | Call Floyd | Floyd | and you tell her that you: >> | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "do" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and you tell her that you: >> Floyd | > DO Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | and there is a long silence before Rume hugs you silently, and you Floyd | feel her tears seep into the back of your shirt, and you wish you Floyd | could destroy the painting but you can't, it would be like burning a Floyd | part of yourself, and Rume asks you to come back upstairs and help Floyd | Archana with her poem and you roll the burlap back over the canvas and Floyd | the last color you see is a shade of blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | Your Bedroom Floyd | eyes flash as she screams at you in fury, each of Rume's words Floyd | hammering into the ache in your head like nails, each argument rising Floyd | to the surface and being sucked under again by momentum, like jetsam Floyd | in a river eddy, again and again, and finally you can't take any more Floyd | Floyd | and you: >> | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "leave" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and you: >> Floyd | > LEAVE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | but she yells after you telling you to come back this isn't finished Floyd | but you keep walking down the stairs anyway, the stream barely audible Floyd | over her voice, and you wonder if this is what you stayed for, if you Floyd | gave up your greatest gift for this, for the tears in Rume's blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | At Dinner Around The Fire Floyd | -green leaves from the garden and Rume's buttered red potatoes and Floyd | Archana's fresh meat, and she boasts to the grizzled trapper about the Floyd | kill again and again, reliving the details of the flushing and the Floyd | flintlock and the thrill of victory, her first successful hunt, and Floyd | you take your first bite of the smoked meat Floyd | Floyd | and it tastes: >> | ||
| Lionheart says (to Floyd), "bitter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and it tastes: >> Floyd | > BITTER Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | but you keep chewing and smiling because this is Archana's moment and Floyd | you see the trapper's eyes go wide as he chews his first bite through Floyd | his beard but he does the same and across the table you catch Rume's Floyd | glance and the two of you share a secret smile, her eyes absorbing the Floyd | crackling fire but still the same blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | The Garden Floyd | eyes blaze as she tells your child she's absolutely forbidden, but Floyd | Archana, almost a woman now, kicks over a corn stalk savagely and Floyd | shouts that you don't understand what it's like living up here alone, Floyd | you're a couple of rooted hermits, you've forgot what adventure even Floyd | is, and Rume flushes Floyd | Floyd | and you know Archana is: >> | DavidW asks, "a wayfarer?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wayfarer" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | and you know Archana is: >> Floyd | > WAYFARER Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | and you don't know what to say, and Archana turns and angrily stalks Floyd | off into the forest, and you look at Rume, her face more deeply lined Floyd | than it seemed even this morning, but her eyes only deepening with age Floyd | into richer and richer shades of blue Floyd | Floyd | blue Floyd | Floyd | Your Bedroom Floyd | shadows between the pine boughs that Rume still hangs from the rafters Floyd | through twenty winters now, the old loft room now filled with Floyd | treasures and mementos and the scuffs and scratches and sweat of a Floyd | lifetime, and the wind beats against the old timbers of the house Floyd | where the two of you have spent this past quiet year, alone again, and Floyd | you remember the night like this those dim and distant years ago when Floyd | you chose between love and art and chose love Floyd | Floyd | and you realize now that decision was: >> | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "right" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | and you realize now that decision was: >> Floyd | > RIGHT Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | because losing Rume even then would have scarred you for the rest of Floyd | your life and Rume sleeps beside you and in a flash you remember that Floyd | this is your last night here, your last night before you finally Floyd | answered the Call and left Rume here alone and suddenly her eyes fly Floyd | open and she looks at you desperately and you try to hold on to the Floyd | look in those eyes, those beautiful blue Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ...but you shake your head. It was just a dream. You're still here Floyd | today, and Rume is still at the Tumble, and if you don't make this Floyd | shot you're going to be eating more of last year's freezer-burned Floyd | venison again. Floyd | Floyd | North Vale Floyd | The trees crowd thick here in this vale that has always been good Floyd | hunting grounds, nestled between two rocky slopes. Floyd | Floyd | The path back down to home is behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Before you, in a clearing, a large hare grazes unconcernedly Floyd | on tufts of summer grass. You raise the worn flintlock pistol to your Floyd | shoulder carefully. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Strange." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hare" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > HARE Floyd | Floyd | You'd hoped to see deer this morning, but they seem later than usual Floyd | in returning to the vale this year. The hare will only provide one Floyd | good meal, but anything is better than unthawing more greying venison Floyd | from last season. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "shoot hare" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > SHOOT HARE Floyd | Floyd | With a deafening explosion, the pistol fires, a good, clean shot. The Floyd | hare starts, then falls, as you knew it would. Floyd | Floyd | You approach the animal, but it seems your shot is clean. It lies Floyd | dead, blood spilling over the grass in steamy curtains, merging with Floyd | the morning dew. Floyd | Floyd | Something about the blood reminds you of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick blood" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LICK BLOOD Floyd | Floyd | Apologies, but that isn't something the story expected you to try Floyd | eating. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh come on." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blood" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BLOOD Floyd | Floyd | The sky was blood-red when you left this morning before sunrise, Floyd | vanishing storm clouds drinking in the dawn light. Rume was standing Floyd | at the doorway as you left, staring into the east. She murmured Floyd | something quietly, and you thought she said "Who'd have believed we Floyd | could stay so long in one place." Floyd | Floyd | You were so bleary-eyed you were not quite sure you hadn't imagined Floyd | her saying it-- sounded more like something you'd say, anyway-- but Floyd | now that the walk through the brisk morning air and the hunt has Floyd | wakened you, you're sure she did say it. Strange. She has been so Floyd | strange lately. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "strange" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > STRANGE Floyd | Floyd | Winter was lonely and cold this year, your first without Archana, and Floyd | Rume has seemed quieter and more withdrawn than you've seen her in Floyd | years. She spent hours poring over old maps, tracing fingers through Floyd | the lines of distant mountain ridges and rubbing circles through the Floyd | white blank spaces of unexplored territory. Floyd | Floyd | When spring finally came, she threw herself into spring cleaning, Floyd | scrubbing floors and washing away the grime as if trying to make the Floyd | old Tumble look like new. You helped in kind, of course, but were Floyd | never sure what you both were preparing for, what strange visitor Floyd | would be arriving that you hoped to impress. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | North Vale Floyd | The trees crowd thick here in this vale that has always been good Floyd | hunting grounds, nestled between two rocky slopes. Floyd | Floyd | The path back down to home is behind you. Floyd | Floyd | The hare you shot is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "hare" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > HARE Floyd | Floyd | When cleaned and dressed, it will make a nice supper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down through the strangely quiet vale in the midmorning Floyd | light. Floyd | Floyd | Giant's Table Floyd | Three narrow canyons meet at this huge flat moss-covered rock. Floyd | Memories of dozens of picnics drift through the quiet pines Floyd | surrounding the Table, Archana's ghost laughter mingling with the Floyd | tinkling of the stream that leads you home. Floyd | Floyd | The stream trickles down the valley. Floyd | Floyd | A strange feeling twists within you, as if something is wrong. But Floyd | everything seems normal. You have walked this valley thousands of Floyd | times, and nothing is out of place. But still the feeling persists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You follow the familiar stream down through steep terraces, following Floyd | the worn path through the greening pines. Floyd | Floyd | Archana's Dam Floyd | The stream pools into a narrow, deep swimming hole here, an old Floyd | project of your daughter's that has held up to the elements far longer Floyd | than her parents ever thought it would. A few wildflowers poke their Floyd | way out of the new spring grass in the adjacent meadow. Floyd | Floyd | The stream continues down towards home. Floyd | Floyd | The feeling of wrongness grows within you, almost a panic, though you Floyd | still cannot explain why. But then, suddenly, you can. You should see Floyd | the smoke rising from the Tumble from here, a familiar beacon. But you Floyd | don't. There is no smoke. The fire is out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Near Home, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You hurry down the slope, over lichen-encrusted boulders and Floyd | mouldering pine needles. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Tumble Floyd | The wooden beams of home rise above you, aging but scrubbed clean, Floyd | firewood stacked in a neat pile under the eaves and the little bridge Floyd | over the stream neatly swept. But there is no smoke rising from the Floyd | rock chimney, no smell of breakfast or sound of Rume singing, and the Floyd | door is shut tight, rather than open to admit the spring air. Floyd | Floyd | Part of you dreads to open that door, but there is nowhere to go but Floyd | inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "inside" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > INSIDE Floyd | Floyd | You push the door open and stop dead in your tracks, heartbeat Floyd | suddenly loud in your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Tumble, Main Floor Floyd | It's been a long time since you thought of this room as a studio, but Floyd | suddenly you remember it as it was that night all those years ago. The Floyd | fireplace is neatly banked now, ashes scrubbed away, and Archana's Floyd | pine animals hang from the ceiling instead of the bare rafters. But Floyd | one thing is the same. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the room, alone on its easel, your painting Floyd | waits, again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "painting" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINTING Floyd | Floyd | Its immediacy tingles your pores with cold pinpricks. The morning Floyd | light streams through the door and seeps into the colors, expands them Floyd | with vibrant life. But the painting is wrong now. The tree you painted Floyd | twenty years ago has grown, not on your canvas but on the world it Floyd | exists, and you see, almost feel it with sudden shocking clarity: Floyd | branches thickened, new leaves sprouted; the hillside behind has Floyd | become more overgrown; the wisps of clouds in the sky of your canvas Floyd | are from a different season than the one that now breathes through the Floyd | lemon-yellow leaves. You know this all in a sudden shock of gnosis, Floyd | like an unexpected wave smacking and submerging you. And your Floyd | fingertips tingle and long to make the tree right. To make it real Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | Slowly your peripheral vision returns and you take in the rest of the Floyd | scene, and all that is different. Rume's boots and winter clothes are Floyd | gone. The fireplace is banked, ashes neatly swept away. And on the Floyd | table is a folded letter, and a bracelet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "bracelt" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BRACELT Floyd | Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "bracelet.") Floyd | Floyd | Carved from a dark, solid wood, the bracelet was your gift to Rume Floyd | long ago, the twin of the wooden band she gave to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "band" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > BAND Floyd | Floyd | The symbol of commitment is always a circle. On some worlds they are Floyd | rings, tiny bands with homes on varying fingers; elsewhere they are Floyd | necklaces or circlets. Here they are a little different, signifying Floyd | more strong fondness than promise, but the exchange still has meaning. Floyd | Your band was made by Rume, carved from ashwood and polished smooth. Floyd | She wears the one you made for her. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "letter" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > LETTER Floyd | Floyd | You open it and read, numb. Floyd | Floyd | "A dozen glaciers creep through our mountains," it begins, "a hundred Floyd | passes lead to alpine paths growing less and less familiar each hour. Floyd | In four days, my love, I will be in unexplored, uncharted territory. Floyd | Once again. Floyd | Floyd | "I did not have the courage to say goodbye to you. Nor did you have Floyd | the courage to do the same for me, when first you heard the Call and Floyd | started this painting. It is not because we are cowards, I think. It Floyd | is because we know how easy the temptation to follow in contentment Floyd | would be. But we are not followers. We are not owners of each other, Floyd | nor can we change who we are. We are explorers, and we must explore. Floyd | This is hard, and true. Floyd | Floyd | "But exploring takes us to unexpected places. Floyd | Floyd | "You have said yourself, my love, that there are no rules for your Floyd | kind. What you know you know by experiment and chance. Perhaps-- no, Floyd | certainly-- you do not know everything. There may be more left to Floyd | explore in yourself. Floyd | Floyd | "Though you think it impossible, perhaps one day you can find your way Floyd | back to me. Floyd | Floyd | "Go. Wayfare. Explore. And if you find some way to return-- find me. I Floyd | will be high in mountains, or crossing distant seas, somewhere under Floyd | stars. When we meet again we both will be changed, and ready to Floyd | explore each other anew. Floyd | Floyd | "Rume." Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "Lame" | |
| DavidW says, "well, this gives us a chance to have Rume in our future again." | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Tumble, Main Floor Floyd | It's been a long time since you thought of this room as a studio, but Floyd | suddenly you remember it as it was that night all those years ago. The Floyd | fireplace is neatly banked now, ashes scrubbed away, and Archana's Floyd | pine animals hang from the ceiling instead of the bare rafters. But Floyd | one thing is the same. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the room, alone on its easel, your painting Floyd | waits, again. Floyd | Floyd | Rume's boots and winter clothes are gone. The fireplace is banked, Floyd | ashes neatly swept away. And on the table is a folded letter, Floyd | and a bracelet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "painting" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINTING Floyd | Floyd | Its immediacy tingles your pores with cold pinpricks. The morning Floyd | light streams through the door and seeps into the colors, expands them Floyd | with vibrant life. But the painting is wrong now. The tree you painted Floyd | twenty years ago has grown, not on your canvas but on the world it Floyd | exists, and you see, almost feel it with sudden shocking clarity: Floyd | branches thickened, new leaves sprouted; the hillside behind has Floyd | become more overgrown; the wisps of clouds in the sky of your canvas Floyd | are from a different season than the one that now breathes through the Floyd | lemon-yellow leaves. You know this all in a sudden shock of gnosis, Floyd | like an unexpected wave smacking and submerging you. And your Floyd | fingertips tingle and long to make the tree right. To make it real Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | Rume's boots and winter clothes are gone. The fireplace is banked, Floyd | ashes neatly swept away. And on the table is a folded letter, Floyd | and a bracelet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "paint" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINT Floyd | Floyd | There's no reason to wait. You've nothing to pack, no one to say Floyd | goodbye to, nothing to arrange. You approach the canvas hesitantly. Floyd | For long moments you stand there, arranging and rearranging your Floyd | paints, afraid perhaps to begin. But inevitably, you do. Floyd | Floyd | The paints are supple and clear as ever. You thicken branches, Floyd | reposition leaves, change the patterns in the sky-- all to make it Floyd | right again, to make it real. When it's almost finished, and you step Floyd | back to say your final goodbyes to this world. Only a touch more Floyd | paint and it will be complete. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "paint" | ||
Floyd ] The Tumble, Midmorning - Chapter one Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINT Floyd | Floyd | You trace a final line on your canvas, and you are somewhere else. Floyd | Floyd | It's smaller than you expected, the tree. But the wrinkled grey-white Floyd | trunk, the sinuous branches with their gaping holes, are just what you Floyd | painted, details between the bristles, between the molecules of paint, Floyd | brought from neural twitchings to physical reality, again. Floyd | Floyd | Turning your head, you take your first breath in this world. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: During the first chapter, you took inventory, examined Floyd | many minor scenery items, and solved a basic puzzle. Based on these Floyd | actions, you might prefer to continue in puzzle mode, which includes Floyd | more challenging obstacles to overcome in the tradition of adventure Floyd | games. The other option, story mode, simplifies the puzzles and Floyd | provides more opportunities to skip them. However, the choice is up to Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | Would you prefer to continue in story mode or Floyd | puzzle mode? | Zach asks, "Puzzle?" | |
| Lionheart says, "That is a pretty interesting feature." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm okay with either choice at this hour." | ||
| Zach says (to Floyd), "puzzle" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | puzzle mode? Floyd | > PUZZLE Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Chapter Two Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Smells of damp earth and a profusion of greenery encircle this Floyd | half-clearing amidst light forest. Trees encrusted with moss rise from Floyd | a carpet of grassy, leaf-strewn earth, along with tall stands of Floyd | bamboo and explosions of delicate fronds. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the tree you painted, Floyd | vine-wrapped trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves Floyd | springing from sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined Floyd | nook curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting what looks like a Floyd | beach through the trees with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tree" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREE Floyd | Floyd | It certainly is a curious tree. Spirals of vine sprout from Floyd | the gnarled trunk and wrap tightly around it before spreading out to Floyd | knobby branches beginning just above your head. The branches bifurcate Floyd | until they end in tiny, bare pointed twigs. As the vines spiral around Floyd | them they sprout hundreds of small lemon-yellow leaves. Even Floyd | more curious is that dozens of holes seem to have organically Floyd | grown through the branches, as if they split and reconnected to Floyd | themselves as the tree was growing; these also continue all the way Floyd | out to the tiny twigs, shrinking in size as they go. Floyd | Floyd | The tree is nothing like the surrounding vegetation, and seems stunted Floyd | somehow-- though you can't say what creates that impression, with Floyd | nothing to compare it to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "holes" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HOLES Floyd | Floyd | They range in size from knobby round gaps nearly as big as your head, Floyd | in crooks and splits near the trunk, to tiny pinholes trailing along Floyd | the ends of the smallest branches, and run all the way through the Floyd | wood, letting you see through to the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "vine" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > VINE Floyd | Floyd | The vines sprout from orifices about the size of your wrist spread out Floyd | all over the trunk of the tree, and wrap tightly around it in a helix Floyd | spiraling up, splitting and shrinking in diameter, until each one Floyd | leaves the trunk to twine out around a branch, sprouting hundreds of Floyd | small lemon-yellow leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull vine" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PULL VINE Floyd | Floyd | The vines spring from the trunk and are tightly wrapped around it and Floyd | the branches. They seem to be attached to the tree by thousands of Floyd | tiny hook-like hairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "leaves" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LEAVES Floyd | Floyd | Each flower or leaf is about the size of your thumbnail, perfectly Floyd | circular, slightly concave, and the color of a deep, almost Floyd | fluorescent lemon yellow. Subtle veins run through the Floyd | semi-translucent skin. They sprout from the vines wrapped around the Floyd | branches, each about a finger width apart. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIMB Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to climb? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb vine" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIMB VINE Floyd | Floyd | Finding a spot of bare grayish bark between the spiraling vines, you Floyd | touch the tree. The trunk seems warm to the touch, and your fingers Floyd | feel something else: a miniscule vibration? The faint buzz of an Floyd | electric current? You draw your hand back and rub it curiously. Floyd | Floyd | The vines and gnarled branches make it an easy climb. The tree is not Floyd | too high, and before long you are standing at a crook in the trunk Floyd | where it finally splits. Yellow flowers surround you. You can see that Floyd | the tree stands on a great forested slope, stretching up to the summit Floyd | of a volcano and down to a white sand crescent beach. Floyd | Floyd | After enjoying the view for a while, you climb back down to solid Floyd | ground again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NOOK Floyd | Floyd | It looks like a soft place to curl up in for a nap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LOOK Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Smells of damp earth and a profusion of greenery encircle this Floyd | half-clearing amidst light forest. Trees encrusted with moss rise from Floyd | a carpet of grassy, leaf-strewn earth, along with tall stands of Floyd | bamboo and explosions of delicate fronds. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting what looks like a Floyd | beach through the trees with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess we need to pick beach or forest. I vote beach." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You follow the overgrown path down a slight slope towards a bright Floyd | open area, picking your way over fallen trees and slippery earth, and Floyd | finally emerge from the trees on some grassy mounds at the edge of a Floyd | beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Stretching out before you is a breathtaking white sand lagoon Floyd | framed by a cliff of jet-black lava, the glimmering beach forming a Floyd | languid half-moon curve around a shallow bay of deep, rich blue. The Floyd | smell of the sea breeze on your face makes you pause for a moment; Floyd | it's been a long time since you've seen ocean. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into a Floyd | stand of rounded boulders. You could also wade down Floyd | into the lagoon, or follow a faint path back up into dense Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | Off towards the boulders, you can see a figure Floyd | dressed in rags standing atop them and facing the ocean, shouting and Floyd | gesticulating wildly. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: You can use exit keywords to approach distant people, or Floyd | the APPROACH verb to move one area closer to them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "figure" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FIGURE Floyd | Floyd | The figure stands atop one of the rounded boulders and shouts at the Floyd | surf. Floyd | Floyd | The man in the distance is still shouting and gesticulating Floyd | from the top of the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "approach?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "approach man" | ||
Floyd | Topics: concordance Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > APPROACH MAN Floyd | Floyd | You amble across the sand into rockier terrain. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | Large mottled boulders rise from the sand here at the end of the Floyd | beach, rubbed smooth by eons of tides and wind, green lichens Floyd | clutching their sides. Across the bay, a rocky volcanic rise sticks Floyd | out into the ocean, forming the lagoon's far boundary; this end is Floyd | framed by a rocky point beyond the boulders. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | wetted by the spray of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up back towards the edge of the forest. The tide Floyd | crashes against a bank of low smooth stones running into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | A strange little man stands atop the largest of the boulders, Floyd | dressed in a patchwork costume of ragged and threadbare clothes. He Floyd | faces the ocean and vigorously shouts at it. Floyd | Floyd | "Concordance! Summation! Integration!" he shouts, staring Floyd | furiously at the waves. "Deliverance! Reticence! Abolition!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mussels" | ||
Floyd | Topics: proposition Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MUSSELS Floyd | Floyd | A bit longer and wider than a fat thumb, they are a deep forest green Floyd | cut through with striated arcs of lighter shades. Fragments of the Floyd | shells of their ancestors tumble in the surf, diminishing to gritty Floyd | green whorls. Floyd | Floyd | "Proposition! Elucidation!" he shouts. "Deterrence!" He Floyd | thinks for a moment, seemingly stumped, then his face lights up and he Floyd | shouts "Obsequious!" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That spells PEDO anacrostically." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Heh." | ||
| DavidW says, "So, do wayfarers like us have any extra powers besides making paintings we can walk into? It'd be nice to know our other skills, if any, at this point." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "proposition" | ||
Floyd | Topics: ribaldness, and now, word Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PROPOSITION Floyd | Floyd | He does not even glance at you, but waves a hand dismissively. "Not Floyd | now!" he hisses. "Not not not on Word Day!" Floyd | Floyd | He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, looking down at his bare Floyd | toes, flexing thoughtfully. "Ribaldness?" he mutters. Floyd | "Torque. Serendipity, ahhhh." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Mimi O'Graph on the beeeeach" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "word" | ||
Floyd | Topics: singularity, sorry, and ruining, concentrate Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WORD Floyd | Floyd | He glances at you in annoyance. "What, you're ruining it!" he Floyd | hisses, as if trying to prevent something out in the ocean from Floyd | hearing. "Can't concentrate if you're going to pratter on Floyd | like that. Go away!" Floyd | Floyd | He scrunches his face up, then belts out a string of words as quick as Floyd | he can shout them: "Singularity- Perpetuity- Mendacity- Floyd | Parasitic- Gregarious- Intolerance!" He beams proudly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch man" | ||
Floyd | Topics: word, hallucination, and time Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUNCH MAN Floyd | Floyd | He's up too high for you to reach him. Floyd | Floyd | Satisfied, he finally turns to you with a smile. "Thank you much for Floyd | waiting," he says, "I so do hate my word Days interrupted." Floyd | And then with a surprising little flip, he leaps off the top of the Floyd | boulder to come crashing down in the sand at your feet. Before you can Floyd | even think to start moving forward to see if he is all right, he is on Floyd | his feet and standing just a pace before you. Floyd | Floyd | He pokes you on the forehead. "I know your game," he says Floyd | disapprovingly. "Been expecting you for quite a time, really. Floyd | I'm two-thirds mad you see, at least; have been for green eons, and Floyd | it's often I wonder when the other third would show up and so here you Floyd | are." Floyd | Floyd | He folds his arms skeptically. "So what do we do, then, eh? Flashbacks Floyd | to every dark corner of my past failings? Hauntings, waking Floyd | nightmares? You're my first hallucination, so I'm unclear, Floyd | unsure as to the procedures and protocols." He regards you with wary Floyd | eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "word" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WORD Floyd | Floyd | "Ah yes, Word Day!" he says, spreading his arms wide and spinning in a Floyd | dizzy circle. "I try and have one semiannually or demiweekly or Floyd | hemicalendrically, whichever of those it is that usually comes first. Floyd | The point is, you see, to prove to the ocean that I still remember Floyd | everything I used to." Floyd | Floyd | He puts an arm around your shoulder conspiratorially and throws a Floyd | guarded glance at the waves. "It's a bluff, though," he whispers Floyd | loudly. "The vocabulary's doing fine, but mostly usually everything Floyd | else has slipped away. Don't really remember who I am or where I got Floyd | here or how I came from. But don't tell." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "uhh. Lemme guess. He's gone stir crazy alone on this island?" | |
| maga says, "well, the weakness of wayfarers is obviously the inability to have sex and paint at the same time" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "> wink and say 'your secret is safe with me'" | ||
| DavidW asks (of maga), "They haven't heard of body paint?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hallucinations" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HALLUCINATIONS Floyd | Floyd | He cuts you off in annoyance. "I'll do the asking, thank you," he Floyd | says, "you just deal the answering for now." Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "it's probably considered rude to just walk through your partner's back" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "I'm sure somebody, somewhere is into that." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm not sure what to do with this guy. I'm tempted to explore more and see if he follows or what." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "things" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > THINGS Floyd | Floyd | Nearby are the great round boulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, no, and maybe Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up back towards the edge of the forest. The tide Floyd | crashes against a bank of low smooth stones running into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | "Ratherly strange," he says, walking in a circle around you studying Floyd | you carefully. "I assumed that you'd take the guise of some Figure Floyd | From The Past, some One, if you ring, terrible important in my life, Floyd | meaningful, lesson-worthy, all that." He frowns, tilting his head to Floyd | one side. "Then again, mayhaps you have. Can't remember much about my Floyd | past. Mostly usually nothing at all, to be perfect honest. You could Floyd | be my own daughter for all I know." His eyes narrows. "Are you?" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "I think he just wants to ramble at us for a bit. Are we his daughter?" | |
| genericgeekgirl asks, "I mean, probably not. But do we want to say we are?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I don't want to lie, but I'm not sure how much it matters here." | ||
| Binder goes home. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, and no Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | He shrugs. "Ah well-oh. Makes this less awkward then I suppose. Would Floyd | have been interesting, though." Floyd | Floyd | Before you can quite figure out a response, he abruptly steps back and Floyd | gives you an appraising glare, lifting a long and firm finger. "Now Floyd | look now," he says, "I hope you don't expect my schedule, my routines, Floyd | to dive in lakes just cause some shabby-dressed spook has popped by. I Floyd | may be two-thirds mad but I have things, essential things that must Floyd | and must be done around here, and I don't want visions or phantoms or Floyd | strange afterimages from the Blue Flash interfering. This is my Floyd | island, I was here first, I'm in charge, everything thatwise. Are we Floyd | in agreement then on that then?" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Unless we can guilt him into missed birthday gifts" | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hee" | ||
| DavidW says, "Verification we're on an island and he's alone, I guess." | ||
| DavidW says, "I'm tempted to let him stay in charge if that'll mean he'll continue to be friendly and talkative." | ||
| DavidW says, "On the other hand, it might make other things more difficult." | ||
| DavidW says, "Heaven help us if we have to compete with an actual figment of his imagination." | ||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Agreeing, for now?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, no, and maybe Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | "Good good," he grunts, stepping up closer. "And I ratherly hope you Floyd | aren't one of these terrible teeth-gnashing woe and grime spirits, but Floyd | more one of the cheerful sort. Do you think mayhaps we can make the Floyd | best of this awkwardness and be friendly whilst you're about?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | "There, then," he says, nodding happily at you, "mayhaps this won't be Floyd | so unpleasant after all." Floyd | Floyd | "I'll be about and aroundabout," he says, eyeing you appraisingly, "so Floyd | whistle or shout or something thatwise if you need." He pauses for a Floyd | moment, shaking his head. "Sausages, I'm telling my visions how to Floyd | find me. Mad as a mackdaw." He gives you one last incredulous stare, Floyd | then turns and slips away with surprising speed, weaving between the Floyd | rounded boulders towards the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Just before getting out of sight, he turns. "Oh!" he shouts back to Floyd | you. "Welcome welcome I suppose and all that. To the island!" He Floyd | turns, disappearing behind the boulders, but his voice carries back: Floyd | "To my Lacuna!" Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | A gull flutters in from sea and perches on the exact top of a Floyd | large, rounded boulder looming above you. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up back towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "gull" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GULL Floyd | Floyd | These seem larger and more streamlined than most you've seen, and Floyd | their long yellow beaks are tipped with a vivid indigo rather than Floyd | red. But their cries sound just as you'd expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your traveling clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "we didn't bring the ring with us." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hm." | ||
| DavidW asks, "point?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "point" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POINT Floyd | Floyd | You weave through the boulder stand, clambering over a few shorter Floyd | rocks here and there, and eventually break out onto a wet, rocky Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | A rocky point ends here with a cluster of small pools, smooth Floyd | mirrors of the sun above. From here the whole lagoon stretches out Floyd | before you, from a small log cabin in the center of the beach Floyd | to the mountain and volcano, looming over either Floyd | end. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, you see the strange man moving from the Floyd | beach near the rise to the top of the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It occurs to me that we're trapped unless we can make paint here." | |
| DavidW says, "cabin, please" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cabin" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CABIN Floyd | Floyd | About halfway around the curve of the bay, the cabin is built up flush Floyd | against the old lava flow which forms the beach's natural back wall. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance near the top of the rise, you glimpse the strange Floyd | man moving out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | He is no longer in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "approach cabin" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > APPROACH CABIN Floyd | Floyd | (moving one area towards that destination) Floyd | You step carefully back towards the beach until you find yourself Floyd | among the boulders again. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders stand stoically in the sunlight, their rounded tops Floyd | faintly reflecting the blue of the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | You wish you knew how to get there from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "maybe through the forest" | |
Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | A gull flutters in from sea and perches on the exact top of a Floyd | large, rounded boulder looming above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "point" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POINT Floyd | Floyd | You weave through the boulder stand, clambering over a few shorter Floyd | rocks here and there, and eventually break out onto a wet, rocky Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | A rocky point ends here with a cluster of small pools, smooth Floyd | mirrors of the sun above. From here the whole lagoon stretches out Floyd | before you, from the cabin in the center of the beach to the Floyd | mountain and volcano, looming over either end. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EXITS Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You step carefully back towards the beach until you find yourself Floyd | among the boulders again. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | A gull flutters in from sea and perches on the exact top of a Floyd | large, rounded boulder looming above you. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "towards" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TOWARDS Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "A ha!" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sculpture" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SCULPTURE Floyd | Floyd | The sculpture is stunningly beautiful, capturing every curve of the Floyd | graceful manta creature's flattened form. The clear crystal shimmers Floyd | in the sun, and peering closer you can see that the sculpture is Floyd | actually hollow. A hatchway on the top provides access to the Floyd | interior. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Ooh. Hatchway first, or cabin?" | |
| DavidW says, "hatchway" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | A round wheel on top opens the hatchway, which looks airtight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | You turn a wooden wheel on the hatchway, pull it open with a wet Floyd | sucking noise, and clamber inside. The interior is just tall enough Floyd | that you can sit up without bumping your head. As you sit, however, Floyd | the hatchway clangs shut behind you, releasing a hidden catch; and the Floyd | manta sculpture glides forward down the track, cuts through the Floyd | breaking waves effortlessly, and descends into a beautiful undersea Floyd | paradise. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Manta, Under the Waves Floyd | Surrounding you on all sides is a fantastic underwater vista. Brightly Floyd | colored fish twirl and dart among coral reefs and gently Floyd | waving plants of red and green. Sunlight filters heavily through the Floyd | waves and the transparent crystal of the sculpture; the facets are so Floyd | expertly carved you hardly notice it's there. Floyd | Floyd | The hatchway above leads outside, though you probably don't Floyd | want to use it while you're underwater. A large wooden wheel Floyd | on the floor seems to interface with the track on the ocean floor, Floyd | which ends beneath you. Floyd | Floyd | A larger wave surges by above your head, sending whorls of surf Floyd | bubbles spiraling down towards you. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Uh." | |
| DavidW says, "okay, so it's a Myst island." | ||
| DavidW says, "I guess we can drive the manta to somewhere, who knows what." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | The wheel lies flat against the crystal floor of the manta, through Floyd | which you can dimly see some gears and the track below. It looks like Floyd | by gripping the handle you could make a wide stirring motion to turn Floyd | the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the handle, you begin turning the wheel. The gears below you Floyd | spin, and you feel the manta slowly pulling back up the track. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a few minutes, but you slowly emerge from the waves until Floyd | you're resting on the lower beach again, and climb out of the Floyd | sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm" | |
| DavidW asks, "cabin?" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cabin" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CABIN Floyd | Floyd | (new landmark discovered) Floyd | You hike up the drying beach, enjoying the faint breeze you generate Floyd | as you move through the still midday air, leaving the soft crash of Floyd | the surf far behind. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Log Cabin Floyd | The beach widens here in the middle of its sweeping curve around the Floyd | lagoon, rising in graceful white dunes to the sudden black slope of Floyd | the old lava flow. Up against the flow is built a log Floyd | cabin, looking long-neglected but still intact. Gleaming Floyd | white sand almost blinds you as it stretches in a great arc Floyd | around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also head back down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber up the slipping sand past seaweed and shells at the Floyd | high-water mark, then onto sturdier ground, before finally arriving at Floyd | the building. First peering cautiously through the doorway, you step Floyd | inside. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Sand drifts around the open doorway, spilling out in tiny dunes across Floyd | the wooden floorboards, undisturbed. Bare, water-stained walls frame a Floyd | small room, empty and abandoned save for a manta ray skeleton Floyd | hanging from one wall; some frayed ropes tied to one beam are the only Floyd | other hint of past furnishings. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is a wooden box discarded in a Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to a bright porch or to a Floyd | darker interior. You can also step back outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "skeleton" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SKELETON Floyd | Floyd | The skeleton, mounted on the wall, makes a large diamond, and must Floyd | have once belonged to some flat, manta ray creature with rare Floyd | elegance. Now, bleached and dusty, it only seems to add to the Floyd | loneliness and neglect of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "box" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOX Floyd | Floyd | You blow sand and dust off as you kneel to examine it, brushing years Floyd | of neglect from its detailed surface. The box is a perfect cube, each Floyd | side about the length of your forearm, carved from interlocking pieces Floyd | of wood which fit together seamlessly without nails or mismatched Floyd | joins. Intricate carvings cover every surface. Salt crusts Floyd | the lower third, where the wood is swollen and discolored. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick salt" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LICK SALT Floyd | Floyd | I couldn't understand that, or the noun you used isn't nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "carvings" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CARVINGS Floyd | Floyd | The carvings, impossibly tiny, make up one immense, tropical scene. Floyd | Splashing dolphins segue seamlessly into beaches littered with shells, Floyd | tall, graceful palm trees, laughing children, and fanciful animals. Floyd | You could study these carvings for hours without taking in all the Floyd | detail. Floyd | Floyd | Along the top of the cube, worked into the design, are five oval Floyd | indentations. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I wonder where the man hangs out if not here." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "I am going to find SOMETHING in this game I can lick." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "indentations" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INDENTATIONS Floyd | Floyd | Four are clustered together in an arc, the fifth farther apart. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suppose this is a puzzle box. Put the appropriate things in the indentations, box opens." | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put fingers in indentations" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUT FINGERS IN INDENTATIONS Floyd | Floyd | You slip your fingers into the indentations along the top and push Floyd | with your other hand. The top rotates open easily, revealing a Floyd | delicate sketchbook. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I bet our madman is a wayfarer." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sketchbook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SKETCHBOOK Floyd | Floyd | You examine the sketchbook carefully, a beautiful handmade thing, Floyd | thick paper pressed from some creamy-tan wood, the spiral binding a Floyd | thin coil of copper-colored metal. On the cover is a handwritten Floyd | inscription. Floyd | Floyd | You open the sketchbook and study the first page. Floyd | Floyd | The first drawing shows a stunning portrait study of two girls, maybe Floyd | ten or eleven. Long black hair frames unsmiling but beautiful faces, Floyd | trapped between the carefree whimsy of childhood and some premature Floyd | pain that strips it away. At first you take them for twins, though Floyd | subtle differences of appearance suggest otherwise, because of their Floyd | nearly identical expressions. Though they look out at you and not each Floyd | other, some bond strong even for sisters connects them, forged perhaps Floyd | in loss and strengthened by necessity of reliance, each upon the Floyd | other. Floyd | Floyd | It looks like you could see more if you turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "inscription" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INSCRIPTION Floyd | Floyd | The message is written in strange letters that you don't understand. Floyd | Floyd | ' .---- ---- ---- ---- Floyd | --- -- ----- --- --- ,--- ---- Floyd | ---- ---- ---- -- ----- --- ---' Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "It's also backwards?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "turn page" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN PAGE Floyd | Floyd | You turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | A landscape fills the next page, showing the beach outside and the Floyd | half-constructed cabin against the lava flow. The two girls play in Floyd | the sand, one building a sand castle while a skittering crab watches, Floyd | the other brushing her hair with a comb carved to look like two Floyd | leaping dolphins. Behind them a tall figure chops branches from a Floyd | felled tree trunk. While the beach and the girls are sharp and finely Floyd | detailed, the figure is fuzzy and dark, indistinct, drawn with heavy, Floyd | crude lines. Though just a small part of the scene, his presence Floyd | throws the rest of the sketch into some sadder, unsettling mood. Floyd | Floyd | It looks like you could see more if you turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think so. Find a mirror. Or maybe the pools are reflective." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "turn page" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN PAGE Floyd | Floyd | You turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | This page shows a rough map of the island. The half-circle of the Floyd | lagoon on the west side, its north end bounded by the rocky lava flow Floyd | that swoops up to the volcano in the south, are easily recognizable. Floyd | The chasm running from the break in the volcano's side to the north Floyd | end of the beach is marked with a danger sign and six tiny colored Floyd | lines. A plateau filled with dense rain forest fills the island's east Floyd | side, interrupted by a ravine that divides it from the looming Floyd | mountain in the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | A furious scribbled star marks a point deep within the eastern rain Floyd | forest, with a crude drawing of a bee alongside it. Floyd | Floyd | It looks like you could see more if you turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bee" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X BEE Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Aw." | |
| genericgeekgirl says, "I wanna see the bee." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "turn page" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN PAGE Floyd | Floyd | You turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | Angry scribbles nearly obliterate the next sketch, which shows, in Floyd | incredible detail, one of the strange twisted trees, every twist of Floyd | encircling vines and gap in its sinuous branches carefully rendered. Floyd | The dark and crudely drawn figure from the earlier sketch lies curled Floyd | up asleep in its roots, and from his head spring dozens of images Floyd | rising in curves and whorls, a panoply of dreams and ideas hovering Floyd | above him, twisting through the branches of the tree. Floyd | Floyd | It looks like you could see more if you turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | You turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | The next pages are filled with inscrutably dense schematics, notes, Floyd | and calculations, growing smaller and more obtuse by the page until Floyd | they devolve into meaningless scribbles. One cluster of diagrams Floyd | centers around blueprints of a three-sided pyramid structure, Floyd | connected to some elaborate network of underground machinery. Floyd | Floyd | It looks like you could see more if you turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "g" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > G Floyd | Floyd | You turn the page. Floyd | Floyd | You flip past several blank pages before reaching one last sketch on Floyd | the notebook's final page, which seems to have been done much later Floyd | than the others. It shows a man sitting watching the sun set over the Floyd | ocean, his back turned and face invisible, holding the comb with the Floyd | two leaping dolphins. The sketch is sloppy, almost careless, but still Floyd | exudes a palpable sense of sadness and regret. Floyd | Floyd | The sketchbook is turned to the last page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take sketchbook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE SKETCHBOOK Floyd | Floyd | Better not. Whoever locked it up here must have wanted it safe. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "If that were true, no game would ever get solved." | |
| DavidW says, "heh" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Sand drifts around the open doorway, spilling out in tiny dunes across Floyd | the wooden floorboards, undisturbed. Bare, water-stained walls frame a Floyd | small room, empty and abandoned save for a manta ray skeleton Floyd | hanging from one wall; some frayed ropes tied to one beam are the only Floyd | other hint of past furnishings. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to a bright porch or to a Floyd | darker interior. You can also step back outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Porch or interior?" | |
| DavidW says, "yes :)" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "porch" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PORCH Floyd | Floyd | You duck through the small doorway into a windowed porch. Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, The Studio Floyd | High, narrow windows admit steep slants of daylight into this Floyd | small porch, the purpose of which seems instinctively clear to you the Floyd | moment you enter: it is an artist's studio. The floor is stained with Floyd | paint and clay, and artisan tools litter the surface of a Floyd | wall-to-wall workbench, though everything seems to be under a layer of Floyd | thick dust, as if undisturbed for years. Floyd | Floyd | On the rough plank walls on your left and right, exactly opposite each Floyd | other, hang two spectacular paintings. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit is back to the front room of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, 1) the storybook village painting, or 2) the space Floyd | painting? Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: If something you type might refer to more than one thing, Floyd | type a number like 1 or 2 and press enter to confirm your intent, or Floyd | type a new command instead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "1" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > 1 Floyd | Floyd | You step up to the painting and study it carefully. Immediately, you Floyd | recognize the work of a Wayfarer. The lines and colors are too exact, Floyd | too perfect, too beautiful to be anything but. Floyd | Floyd | A gently rolling hilltop of lemon-yellow and milky-white wildflowers, Floyd | fantastically profuse, explodes from the surface of this painting. A Floyd | large gathering of smiling people in simple clothes of brown and Floyd | crimson pick the flowers, laughing and smiling: children, parents, Floyd | aunts, grandmothers, all so richly detailed that you can almost hear Floyd | them laughing and calling out to each other. The smell of dusty dry Floyd | pigment somehow suggests the first day of spring, and fresh mountain Floyd | breezes in a sea-blue sky. Beyond the hilltop a storybook village Floyd | basks in late morning haze, thatched roofs and cobbles ringed by Floyd | balding mountaintops, rounded and emerald green. Floyd | Floyd | A rough-hewn wood frame surrounds the painting, in harsh contrast with Floyd | its elegant beauty. Roughly carved in the lower right is a single word Floyd | in a language you do not recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Maybe the wayfarer was his daughter." | |
| DavidW says, "ooh, that would be painful." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "space painting" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPACE PAINTING Floyd | Floyd | This painting is obviously the work of a Wayfarer as well. At first Floyd | you think the same artist crafted this one, but subtle differences in Floyd | style instill in you a growing belief otherwise. Floyd | Floyd | A huge translucent sphere hovers in the center of this painting, miles Floyd | wide, reflecting in bulbous crescent the golden light of a warm gold Floyd | and lemon yellow sun. Inside the sphere is a profusion of life: huge, Floyd | gnarled trees growing in all directions without gravity to guide them; Floyd | thick, mossy vines wrapped everywhere and stretching like tiny green Floyd | threads of emerald through moist air; and people dressed in flowing Floyd | silver-crimson gowns and wide sea-blue wings, gliding between gilded Floyd | wooden villages high in the branches of the massive trunks. In the Floyd | distance, more spheres can be seen, floating serenely amidst the jet Floyd | black backdrop shining with a million milky stars. Floyd | Floyd | This painting, too, is roughly inscribed with a single word in a Floyd | language you do not recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hm." | |
| DavidW says, "So, two daughters, both wayfarers, both left him? Yikes if true." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tools" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TOOLS Floyd | Floyd | Your heart skips a beat as you realize these are mostly the tools of a Floyd | painter. Clay pots seem to hold paints of varying shades and Floyd | consistencies (though long since dried, useless now) and hides scraped Floyd | smooth to make canvases are strewn around the workbench, along with Floyd | rotting handmade brushes. It will take some time to put everything in Floyd | order, but it looks like most of the tools you'll need to move on, Floyd | when the time comes for that, are here. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Woo!" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "windows" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | The roof of the shack extends out beyond the unpaned windows, Floyd | presumably to keep out rain but let in light. Through the windows you Floyd | see the beach, and the black lava flow angling away into the distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "so we're not trapped, yay" | |
| genericgeekgirl asks, "back and into the interior?" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes please" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "back" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BACK Floyd | Floyd | You return to the larger front room of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to a darker interior. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "interior" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INTERIOR Floyd | Floyd | You step through the doorway into a smaller room at the rear of the Floyd | cabin. Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Only a dim light filters into this windowless back room. The back Floyd | wall seems unnaturally dark, and as your eyes adjust, you Floyd | realize it is not wood but the smoothed face of the lava flow. A wide Floyd | crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near the Floyd | ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a Floyd | corner, the only notable feature is the exit back to the Floyd | front room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wall" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WALL Floyd | Floyd | Nearly vertical here, the lava flow's sharp edges drop smoothed and Floyd | polished from floor to ceiling, a rippling, deep black surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "splinters" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPLINTERS Floyd | Floyd | The wood looks like it might once have been a cabinet, smashed in some Floyd | long-past fury. Amidst the wreckage, however, rests an ornate Floyd | compass in a brass base, apparently intact. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | The compass is closed, its thin brass cover concealing the needle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TAKE COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | You retrieve the compass from the wreckage and slip the delicate brass Floyd | chain around your neck. It is closed, a brass cover hiding the needle Floyd | itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | You undo the tiny clasp and open the brass lid, revealing the needle Floyd | under glass. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: While the compass is open, exits will be described using Floyd | cardinal directions. You may navigate by typing (for example) GO Floyd | NORTH, NORTH, or just N. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Nice." | |
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | Only just your height but wider than a normal door, its wooden surface Floyd | has been planed smooth to bring out a complex grain. It is unpainted Floyd | except for six small bands of vertical color at about eye Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | At about the height you'd expect to see a doorknob runs a smooth arc Floyd | of twelve small buttons, each engraved with a stylized Floyd | symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bands" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BANDS Floyd | Floyd | Each band seems to have been painted directly on the wood. From left Floyd | to right, the colors are red, yellow, Floyd | black, white, blue, and green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buttons" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BUTTONS Floyd | Floyd | Each is a circle about the size of one made with a thumb and finger, Floyd | flush with the door but very slightly convex. Stylized symbols are Floyd | inlaid into each one. From left to right, the symbols are Floyd | whale, manta, tree, turtle, Floyd | crab, crystal, berry, seagull, Floyd | bee, spider, mussel, snail. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh good." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "spider" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPIDER Floyd | Floyd | Hairy legs and a fat, smooth body. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "red" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RED Floyd | Floyd | A deep, rich crimson. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "black" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BLACK Floyd | Floyd | Jet black. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Only a dim light filters into this windowless back room. The smoothed Floyd | face of the lava flow forms the back wall of the room. A wide Floyd | crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near the Floyd | ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a corner, Floyd | the only notable feature is the exit west back to the front Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm getting the impression that the game's larger than that first chapter would suggest." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mussel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MUSSEL Floyd | Floyd | A single oval mussel, its shell lined with tiny ridges. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "press bee" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESS BEE Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Okay, I've taken back your last move. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any obvious way to open it: no knob or handle, just the Floyd | row of buttons and the bands of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crystal" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X CRYSTAL Floyd | Floyd | A hexagonal pillar of crystalline mineral. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "So.. berries are red, bees are yellow, spider? is black.. white is seagull, what are blue and green?" | |
| DavidW asks, "crystal and tree, maybe?" | ||
genericgeekgirl | Floyd | Small green <em>mussels</em> cling to the lower edges of the boulders, | ||
| DavidW says, "Unless the whale is blue" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, maybe." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > SAVEOk. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "But I agree with the general thinking, of turning the color code into a critter code." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "press berry.press bee.press spider.press seagull.press whale.press mussel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESS BERRY.PRESS BEE.PRESS SPIDER.PRESS SEAGULL.PRESS WHALE.PRESS Floyd | MUSSEL Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > UNDO Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Okay, I've taken back your last move. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Well, that didn't do anything obvious." | |
| DavidW says, "well, perhaps we should explore more." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X TREE Floyd | Floyd | It's another one of those strange trees like the one you painted. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ok" | |
| DavidW says, "Maybe berries are blue, not red here." | ||
genericgeekgirl | Floyd | small lemon-yellow <em>leaves</em>. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "The trees we painted." | ||
| DavidW says, "I haven't been paying attention to the colors of anything." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I'm just grepping against my log." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Let's explore, I think." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, maybe the rise, next. Or forest" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Only a dim light filters into this windowless back room. The smoothed Floyd | face of the lava flow forms the back wall of the room. A wide Floyd | crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near the Floyd | ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a corner, Floyd | the only notable feature is the exit west back to the front Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > W Floyd | Floyd | You step back into the cabin's larger front room. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead north to the brightly-lit Floyd | studio or east to the tiny storage room. You can also step Floyd | back outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "outside" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUTSIDE Floyd | Floyd | You step back outside into the sunlight, walking down the beach in the Floyd | direction of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The ocean pounds faintly beneath the western horizon, where it meets a Floyd | vast, unclouded sky, so deep a blue your eyes hurt. Pristine white Floyd | sand almost blinds you as it curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away to the north and south, or Floyd | you could also head west down to where the waves are Floyd | breaking. The cabin lies back up the beach to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, by the shore, you notice the strange man, fishing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sand" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SAND Floyd | Floyd | Startlingly bright, the beach is smooth and featureless, white curves Floyd | unblemished by imperfections. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "close compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOSE COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | You shut the compass carefully, letting the small clasp catch again. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Exits will now be described using direction keywords and Floyd | the landmark system, as before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The beach widens here in the middle of its sweeping curve around the Floyd | lagoon, rising in graceful white dunes to the sudden black slope of Floyd | the old lava flow. Up against the flow is built a log Floyd | cabin, looking long-neglected but still intact. Spotless Floyd | white sand almost blinds you as it stretches in a great arc Floyd | around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also head down to where Floyd | the waves are breaking. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Rise?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You amble along the soft white sand of the beach, working your way Floyd | around the edge of the bay. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | A huge piece of moss-covered driftwood seems to guard the end of the Floyd | beach, dominated by a rocky rise of hardened black lava that thrusts Floyd | out into the sea. The ocean pounds faintly beneath the western Floyd | horizon, the lagoon practically glowing as it warms in the Floyd | sparkling sunlight, framed by the rustling of tropical trees, Floyd | their green fronds casting welcome shadows across the sand. Gleaming Floyd | white sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the high water mark you can see a possible route to the top of Floyd | the rise. Sand stretches back back towards the Floyd | center of the beach, and you could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking. Floyd | Floyd | The sky overhead is beginning to fill up with dark clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "sure" | |
| DavidW says, "continue up" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber easily over the ancient lava rock, worn smooth by pounding Floyd | surf, till you stand on top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Here is where the lava met the sea, after cutting a long swath across Floyd | the island. From your position atop the flow you can see both sides of Floyd | the island: before you, the land drops off into a marshy swamp that Floyd | stretches to the edge of a jagged mountain, and behind curves Floyd | the tranquil white crescent of the lagoon, protected by the lava flow Floyd | as it rises to the shattered side of the distant volcano. You Floyd | are surprised to see a ropeway stretches from a meadow high Floyd | atop the mountain to a small base station near the island's corner. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble back down to the beach or take Floyd | an easier route down the other side of the flow towards the Floyd | edge of the marsh. You can also hear the sound of a Floyd | waterfall through some heavy fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, by the shore, you spot the strange man, fishing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think I can play too much longer." | |
| DavidW says, "Gilligan's been busy, I see." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, I need to sleep soon." | ||
| DavidW says, "see if we can find another landmark, then save and stop." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ropeway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > ROPEWAY Floyd | Floyd | The ropes rise from the base station on one corner of the island to Floyd | near the top of the mountain across the marsh. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "volcano" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > VOLCANO Floyd | Floyd | Rising gracefully over this end of the island, the reddish-brown Floyd | slopes of a volcano shimmer in the distant heat haze. Faint wisps of Floyd | steam rise from its hidden caldera. One whole side of the volcano Floyd | seems to have crumbled in some past eruption, spewing forth the long Floyd | black lava flow that bisects the island and forms the back Floyd | wall of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "flow" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FLOW Floyd | Floyd | The black rock, frozen in mid-tumble, hosts a few tentative green Floyd | shoots and flowers in its maze of nooks and crannies, but the Floyd | vegetation has only begun to reclaim it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mountain" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MOUNTAIN Floyd | Floyd | The mountain is a ways off. It dominates one corner of the island, one Floyd | side a sheer cliff face, the other tumbling treacherously into the Floyd | sea. The rocky sides seem to be composed of weathered volcanic rock. Floyd | Floyd | Perched near the summit is some sort of man-made structure. Floyd | Floyd | Heavy rain clouds race in, blotting out the sun more and more each Floyd | minute. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "structure" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STRUCTURE Floyd | Floyd | You can't make out any details from this distance, but it definitely Floyd | seems like a man-made structure. A deep ruby glow beams from its Floyd | edges, and you can hear even from here a deep, rhythmic thrumming Floyd | which seems to come from somewhere inside. A strange metallic torus Floyd | surrounds it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "edge" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EDGE Floyd | Floyd | You follow the path down a slight mossy slope, enjoying the Floyd | unobstructed panorama before you. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | The remains of what once must have been a small copse of trees on this Floyd | bit of grassy land overlook the edge of a flat marsh. Across the marsh Floyd | rises a sheer cliff, rising to the summit of an imposing mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch back Floyd | up the rise or over to the tiny shack at the base of Floyd | the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "shack?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "shack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHACK Floyd | Floyd | (new landmark discovered) Floyd | Keeping the marsh on your right and a bluff overlooking the sea to Floyd | your left, you approach a low mound at the corner of the island, Floyd | topped by the shack. Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | On this hump of dry land between the sea on two sides and the marsh on Floyd | another, a small shack, open on the side towards the Floyd | mountain, shelters the base of some sort of ropeway Floyd | system. A complex mechanism of ropes and pulleys connects to twin Floyd | cables which stretch up towards the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. A large Floyd | open-topped wooden crate, long and narrow, hangs from the Floyd | cables above, swaying slightly in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ropeway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > ROPEWAY Floyd | Floyd | The ropes rise from the base station in a double arc, first to a pole Floyd | rising from a tall boulder in the marsh, then in a dizzying climb to Floyd | the summit of the mountain high above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mechanism" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MECHANISM Floyd | Floyd | The mechanism is complex yet elegant. A strange quartz Floyd | cylinder marks the spot where a faded blue bamboo Floyd | pipe, stretching half-buried in a line towards the stumps, Floyd | joins the main mechanism, which is topped by an outflow tube. Floyd | An exquisitely carved wood piston drives a system of pulleys, Floyd | flywheels, and counterweights that connect to two thick Floyd | cables rising up to the mountain's summit. A large wood Floyd | lever is the only visible control. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cylinder" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CYLINDER Floyd | Floyd | About the height of your hand, this hollow cylinder connects the Floyd | pipe to the ropeway mechanism. Meticulously carved Floyd | from a solid piece of quartz, you can see through to the inside, where Floyd | floats a tiny pool of standing water. Floyd | Floyd | A series of thirty delicate rings are etched into the quartz; a firm Floyd | black line marks the point four rings up from the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | The water level is currently even with the bottom ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "too tired for this much detail" | |
| DavidW says, "But I'm guessing when the water level is even with the fourth ring, the cablecar with work." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X PIPE Floyd | Floyd | Once coated in now-flaking paint, the pipe, about as wide as your Floyd | fist, is made from thick pieces of bamboo sealed together with vines Floyd | coated with sticky tar. Floyd | Floyd | The blue pipe, arriving from the direction of the stumps, Floyd | emerges from the ground running parallel to it, then twists up ninety Floyd | degrees at the shack and connects to the ropeway mechanism via a Floyd | transparent quartz gauge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "gauge" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GAUGE Floyd | Floyd | About the height of your hand, this hollow cylinder connects the Floyd | pipe to the ropeway mechanism. Meticulously carved Floyd | from a solid piece of quartz, you can see through to the inside, where Floyd | floats a tiny pool of standing water. Floyd | Floyd | A series of thirty delicate rings are etched into the quartz; a firm Floyd | black line marks the point four rings up from the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | The water level is currently even with the bottom ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lever" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LEVER Floyd | Floyd | The lever stands straight up. It looks like it can be either pushed Floyd | forward (towards the mountain) or pulled back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tube" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TUBE Floyd | Floyd | The tube rises from the top of the mechanism, its outlet vent emitting Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > SAVE Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write: | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nfblue" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two
Floyd | > SAVEOk.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| *** SESSION TWO *** | ||
Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to read: | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nfblue" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two
Floyd | Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Binder says, "I don't know that I have the attention to play but I'll loiter and spectate" | |
| [LINK] | ||
| Rin arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | genericgeekgirl says, "Have fun!" | |
| Rin has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| Zach arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Zach says, "I actually have to go to bed soon, so I'll probably only be able to watch." | |
| Rin arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Zach says (to Binder), "So *you* are the chosen player!" | |
| Rin says, "Eh, I might be able to stay for a bit" | ||
| Rin exclaims, "..Chosimba!" | ||
| Rin totally screwed that up... | ||
| Rin exclaims (at Binder), "Chosimba!" | ||
| Binder says, "nooooooo" | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | On this hump of dry land between the sea on two sides and the marsh on Floyd | another, a small shack, open on the side towards the Floyd | mountain, shelters the base of the ropeway. A Floyd | complex mechanism of ropes and pulleys connects to twin cables which Floyd | stretch up towards the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| DavidW arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Rin asks, "Oh, we're continuing with one already started?" | |
| DavidW says, "Unfortunately I can't stay either. I was already an hour late to class this morning. I don't want to late again tomorrow." | ||
| Rin says, "In that case, I don't want to play this. I'll be completely lost" | ||
| Rin has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| DavidW has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You walk back along the edge of the marsh toward the stumps, in a Floyd | sudden patch of afternoon light breaking through the heavy cloudbank. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Insects drift lazily through the sunbeams over the stumps, washed with Floyd | the summery rays of the afternoon sun. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "block" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | The stone seems to be part of a spire that once rose here, of some Floyd | natural material that erodes more slowly than the surrounding rock. Floyd | The part jutting up out of the earth has been roughly hacked into a Floyd | block large enough to stand inside, were it hollow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing a compass and your traveling clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x block" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X BLOCK Floyd | Floyd | The stone seems to be part of a spire that once rose here, of some Floyd | natural material that erodes more slowly than the surrounding rock. Floyd | The part jutting up out of the earth has been roughly hacked into a Floyd | block large enough to stand inside, were it hollow. Floyd | Floyd | With a crash of thunder, raindrops begin to fall. A moment later you Floyd | are in a downpour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shiver" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHIVER Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | The remains of what once must have been a small copse of trees on this Floyd | bit of grassy land overlook the edge of the marsh. Across the marsh Floyd | rises the sheer cliff, rising to the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | A sudden flash of lightning somewhere above you glints off the ground, Floyd | followed moments later by a resounding crack of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x thunder" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X THUNDER Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | The remains of what once must have been a small copse of trees on this Floyd | bit of grassy land overlook the edge of the marsh. Across the marsh Floyd | rises the sheer cliff, rising to the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | Gulls cry as they circle overhead, before heading back out to sea. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHACK Floyd | Floyd | Keeping the marsh on your right and a bluff overlooking the sea to Floyd | your left, you approach a low mound at the corner of the island, Floyd | topped by the shack. Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | The cables tug and sigh and the ropeway creaks in the storm; Floyd | you are grateful to slip under the roof of the tiny shack for shelter. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach was perfectly within his rights to turn invisible. | ||
| Zach has disconnected. | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x crate" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X CRATE Floyd | Floyd | Roughly coffin-shaped, the open crate is scratched and nicked all over Floyd | the inside, where ghosts of sawdust and grime still linger. A Floyd | cross-brace near the support pole connecting the crate to the ropes Floyd | above provides a crude wooden seat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sit in crate" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SIT IN CRATE Floyd | Floyd | The seat is covered with years of accumulated grime, and spiderwebs Floyd | and birds' nests thrive near the join where the suspended crate hangs Floyd | from the rope. You spend a few minutes clearing the detritus away, Floyd | wondering how long it's been since this equipment was operated. Floyd | Floyd | You grip the central support of the crate and climb unsteadily onto Floyd | the seat as it rocks slowly beneath you. Once seated, you see that you Floyd | can easily reach out and manipulate the lever. Floyd | Floyd | The storm continues around you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Zach arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Zach asks, "Maybe we should try for an earlier time next week?" | |
| Binder asks, "Aren't you enjoying my stumbling around?" | ||
| Binder exclaims, "I'm in a box!" | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x lever" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X LEVER Floyd | Floyd | The lever stands straight up. It looks like it can be either pushed Floyd | forward (towards the mountain) or pulled back. Floyd | Floyd | Wind and rain buffet you in waves as the storm rages on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "exit" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EXIT Floyd | Floyd | You rock the crate as you push your legs over the edge onto solid Floyd | ground again. Floyd | Floyd | Muffled flickers of lightning gutter in the clouds above you as the Floyd | rain continues. Floyd | Floyd | > | Zach says, "I wouldn't want you anywhere else" | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | On this hump of dry land between the sea on two sides and the marsh on Floyd | another, a small shack, open on the side towards the Floyd | mountain, shelters the base of the ropeway. A Floyd | complex mechanism of ropes and pulleys connects to twin cables which Floyd | stretch up towards the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x ropeway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X ROPEWAY Floyd | Floyd | The mechanism is complex yet elegant. A quartz pressure gauge Floyd | marks the spot where a faded blue bamboo pipe, stretching Floyd | half-buried in a line towards the stumps, joins the main mechanism, Floyd | which is topped by an outflow tube. An exquisitely carved Floyd | wood piston drives a system of pulleys, flywheels, and counterweights Floyd | that connect to two thick cables rising up to the mountain's Floyd | summit. A large wood lever is the only visible control. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x lever" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X LEVER Floyd | Floyd | The lever stands straight up. It looks like it can be either pushed Floyd | forward (towards the mountain) or pulled back. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X PIPE Floyd | Floyd | Once coated in now-flaking paint, the pipe, about as wide as your Floyd | fist, is made from thick pieces of bamboo sealed together with vines Floyd | coated with sticky tar. Floyd | Floyd | The blue pipe, arriving from the direction of the stumps, Floyd | emerges from the ground running parallel to it, then twists up ninety Floyd | degrees at the shack and connects to the ropeway mechanism via a Floyd | transparent quartz gauge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x gauge" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X GAUGE Floyd | Floyd | About the height of your hand, this hollow cylinder connects the Floyd | pipe to the ropeway mechanism. Meticulously carved Floyd | from a solid piece of quartz, you can see through to the inside, where Floyd | floats a tiny pool of standing water. Floyd | Floyd | A series of thirty delicate rings are etched into the quartz; a firm Floyd | black line marks the point four rings up from the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | The water level is currently even with the bottom ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push lever" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH LEVER Floyd | Floyd | You push against the lever, but nothing seems to happen, and when you Floyd | release it, it snaps back up to vertical. Floyd | Floyd | Two snails with pearl-white shells cross the ground near your Floyd | feet, leaving milky trails behind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x snails" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X SNAILS Floyd | Floyd | The shell is a rich, luminous white, faintly iridescent, that seems to Floyd | almost glow in the sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "paint snails" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINT SNAILS Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get snails" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET SNAILS Floyd | Floyd | You pick it up for a moment and study it more closely. The shell is a Floyd | rich, luminous white, faintly iridescent, that seems to almost glow in Floyd | the sun. Curiosity satisfied, you return it to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | On this hump of dry land between the sea on two sides and the marsh on Floyd | another, a small shack, open on the side towards the Floyd | mountain, shelters the base of the ropeway. A Floyd | complex mechanism of ropes and pulleys connects to twin cables which Floyd | stretch up towards the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | A snail with a pearly-white shell inches along the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You walk back along the edge of the marsh toward the stumps, moving Floyd | quickly through the rain. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Rain patters off the stumps, seeping into the crumbling wood and Floyd | staining it a rich, deep red-brown. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | Climbing back up onto the old lava flow, you once again reach the Floyd | viewpoint from its top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Rain pools in tiny puddles and depressions atop the lava flow, Floyd | dribbling off the green fronds above you and pattering loudly on the Floyd | lava rock. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble down to the beach or take an Floyd | easier route back down the other side of the flow towards the Floyd | edge of the marsh. You can also hear the sound of a Floyd | waterfall through some heavy fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | Off by the beach below you, one tree shakes madly, green Floyd | fronds waving as something moves around inside it. Suddenly the Floyd | strange man sticks out his head from the tree, spots you, and waves Floyd | madly. Floyd | Floyd | "Spirit!" he shouts faintly, "over here! Quickly!" Floyd | Floyd | The tree near the beach continues to shake. "Hurry!" the Floyd | strange man calls, "come here!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd | Topics: dodge, and catch Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You pick your way carefully down the cluster of slippery boulders, Floyd | using handholds to steady yourself, till your feet touch the smooth Floyd | wet sand again. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | Rain patters noisily on the old piece of driftwood, and runs in Floyd | dribbles and curtains down the jagged side of the lava flow. Spotless Floyd | white sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the high water mark is the route back to the top of the Floyd | rise. Sand stretches back towards the center of the Floyd | beach, and you could also head down to where the waves are Floyd | breaking. Floyd | Floyd | "There you are," the strange man says from his elevated perch, pushing Floyd | aside green fronds to get a glimpse of you. "Just harvesting a few of Floyd | these delicious konokuk fruits. Now, don't move. Stay right there." Floyd | Floyd | There is a further rustling in the trees, and suddenly a hairy brown Floyd | fruit the size of your head and looking hard as a rock is plummeting Floyd | down towards you. You could probably catch it, but it might Floyd | be wiser to dodge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "catch" | ||
Floyd | Topics: no, and yes Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CATCH Floyd | Floyd | You look up at the plummeting hairy cannonball and hold up your hands, Floyd | but the sun glares in your eyes and... Floyd | Floyd | With a noise like a hollow plonk, the konokuk fruit smacks into your Floyd | head, sending you backwards onto the sand with stars radiating out Floyd | from your vision. Floyd | Floyd | "Catch!" the strange man shouts helpfully from above. "No, wait a Floyd | ment, that's wrong as wrong. Shout first, then throw, yes yes, that's Floyd | it. Throw first then shout is for war. Terrible sorries!" he shouts Floyd | down at you. "Dear oh dear oh, spirit, are you all right?" Floyd | Floyd | The rain peters out and the clouds begin to disperse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "groan" | ||
Floyd | Topics: no, and yes Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GROAN Floyd | Floyd | If you're trying to converse, make sure you're typing an emphasized Floyd | keyword. Type HELP, select "Detailed Instructions" then "More on Floyd | Conversation" for more help interacting with people. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "subject" | ||
Floyd | Topics: no, and yes Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUBJECT Floyd | Floyd | There's not really any time for that right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, no, and sure Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | The strange man shimmies down the tree as you sit up weakly, stars Floyd | still swarming through your vision. He bounds over to your side and Floyd | examines your head critically. "Quite a red hill you've got there," he Floyd | shouts, as if not realizing you're much closer now, "my most gushing Floyd | of apologies. Thought the thing would go right through, being Floyd | noncorporeal and all." Floyd | Floyd | "Well and look here now!" he says, picking up the fruit in delight; Floyd | it's split in two, revealing delicate pink-white flesh inside. "Why Floyd | you've discovered a new way to open a konokuk. Mayhaps you could stay Floyd | right there and I could throw a few dozen more down, eh?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "hell no" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, no, and sure Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HELL NO Floyd | Floyd | I'm sorry if you're feeling frustrated. If you like, you can type Floyd | SAVE to store your progress to a file, then RESTORE to come back to it Floyd | later. In the meantime, you might try searching the web to see if Floyd | there are hints available. Floyd | > | Binder says, "ha" | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sure" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, and konokuk Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SURE Floyd | Floyd | "Only fooling," he says with a wild grin, "turtles work much better Floyd | for that anyway, have my words." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, and konokuk Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | A huge piece of moss-covered driftwood seems to guard the end of the Floyd | beach, dominated by a rocky rise of hardened black lava that thrusts Floyd | out into the sea. Tall, swaying trees rise above you. Floyd | Gleaming white sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the high water mark is the route back to the top of the Floyd | rise. Sand stretches back towards the center of the Floyd | beach, and you could also head down to where the waves are Floyd | breaking. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man stands nearby, peering intently at a fingernail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "trees" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREES Floyd | Floyd | "Just give the konokuk fruits a good solid punch and they'll split Floyd | right open," the strange man says cheerfully. "Delicious delicious." Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: In some conversations, you can type SUBJECT to talk about Floyd | other things you've recently seen or heard about. The topics window Floyd | will show you the extra keywords. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "subject" | ||
Floyd | Topics: ropeway, compass, door, paintings, cabin, and flash (...) Floyd | Or say cancel if you don't want to change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUBJECT Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to discuss? Floyd | Floyd | >> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "flash" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, himself, cabin, ropeway, compass, and paintings (...) Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | >> Floyd | > FLASH Floyd | Floyd | "The queerest thing," he says, "I've seen Flashes on other worlds but Floyd | they were always sort of a let-down to be square. From anywhere near Floyd | the ocean, watch the sun as it's setting and you'll see it, sure as Floyd | blue is blue." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye, or change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | A huge piece of moss-covered driftwood seems to guard the end of the Floyd | beach, dominated by a rocky rise of hardened black lava that thrusts Floyd | out into the sea. The ocean pounds faintly beneath the western Floyd | horizon, under a grey sky streaked with fast moving clouds, Floyd | framed by the rustling of tropical trees, their green fronds Floyd | casting welcome shadows across the sand. Spotless white sand Floyd | stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the high water mark is the route back to the top of the Floyd | rise. Sand stretches back towards the center of the Floyd | beach, and you could also head down to where the waves are Floyd | breaking. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man stands nearby, tapping a finger thoughtfully against Floyd | his nose. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd | Topics: paradise, and urban Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You stay quiet. Floyd | Floyd | "So how is the corporeal world finding you? Is this dimension meeting Floyd | your satisfaction? Do you hallucinations prefer the remote island Floyd | paradise or are you more urban gloom and graveyard Floyd | types?" the strange man asks breezily, shuffling his feet over the Floyd | sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "urban" | ||
Floyd | Topics: creeper, girls, and island Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > URBAN Floyd | Floyd | "Oh?" the strange man asks, nonplussed. "Well, a pity. Mayhaps your Floyd | next assignment will be more to your liking. Although," he adds, Floyd | looking around and then leaning forward conspiratorially, "this Floyd | island isn't entirely without macabre. There's the Floyd | creeper, of course, and those mysterious little Floyd | girls; whatever happened to them? Haven't spied them around Floyd | for green eons." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "creeper" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, girls, pounce, and safe Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CREEPER Floyd | Floyd | The strange man shudders, his vacant smile suddenly gone. "Terrible Floyd | thing," he says, looking over his shoulder nervously. "Lurking and Floyd | slurking around, spying for victims, then pounce! Pounce! Of Floyd | course, there're a few safe places round the island; Floyd | stick to those, duckling, and you'll be mostly usually safe. Usually." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "safe" | ||
Floyd | Topics: waterfall, island, girls, and pounce Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SAFE Floyd | Floyd | "The beach is mostly usually safe," the strange man says, counting on Floyd | his fingers, "and the waterfall, and the marsh and most of Floyd | the northern parts. But once you gallop up that path into the forest, Floyd | that's creeper land. Best to stay ambly down here by sand and marsh, Floyd | where you know and know what's safe." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waterfall" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, girls, sculptor, and pounce Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERFALL Floyd | Floyd | "Ah yes," he says, smiling fondly, "lovely place for a soak. Where the Floyd | sculptor first found that gushing pretty blue crystal, too, Floyd | that he made so many statues and figurines withwards. Now whatever did Floyd | happen to all those I suppose?" He scratches his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "subject" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, ropeway, compass, door, paintings, and cabin (...) Floyd | Or say cancel if you don't want to change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUBJECT Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to discuss? Floyd | Floyd | >> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "statues" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, figment, girls, himself, cabin, and ropeway (...) Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | >> Floyd | > STATUES Floyd | Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "discuss star.") Floyd | If you're trying to converse, make sure you're typing an emphasized Floyd | keyword. Type HELP, select "Detailed Instructions" then "More on Floyd | Conversation" for more help interacting with people. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "girls" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, figment, himself, cabin, ropeway, and compass (...) Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GIRLS Floyd | Floyd | "Ah yes," he says, his face lighting up, "I remember them, I do. Floyd | Charming little girls, raven black hair. Used to live around Floyd | herewards, somewhen. Haven't seen them in eons and ages. Now what were Floyd | their names?" He scratches his head. "Ah well-oh, not important I Floyd | suppose." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You stay quiet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "subject" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, ropeway, compass, door, paintings, and cabin (...) Floyd | Or say cancel if you don't want to change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUBJECT Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to discuss? Floyd | Floyd | >> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "compass" | ||
Floyd | Topics: sculptor, figment, himself, cabin, ropeway, and paintings Floyd | (...) Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | >> Floyd | > COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | "Oh, how fancy fancy!" the strange man says, peering at it with Floyd | interest. "I used to have one just like, years and fears ago. Now, I Floyd | wonder whatever happened to that thing?" He frowns, staring off into Floyd | the distance. Floyd | Floyd | "Must have been stolen," he finally declares, "by that Floyd | sculptor I suppose. Hrmph. Thieving artists." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sculptor" | ||
Floyd | Topics: creeper, and secrets Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SCULPTOR Floyd | Floyd | "Crazy old hermit!" the strange man says, nodding. "One of the Three Floyd | Great Men with their secrets. Built all kinds of contraptions Floyd | everywhere. Used to live here for a span, years ago. Never knew what Floyd | happened to him in the end. Probably swallowed by the Floyd | creeper." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "secrets" | ||
Floyd | Topics: Father, Sculptor, Madman, creeper, yes, and no Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SECRETS Floyd | Floyd | "Yes," he says, "the Grand Tour of Lacuna, to find the Three Secrets Floyd | of the Three Great Men, the Sculptor, the Father, Floyd | and the Madman. Goodness but that's a lot of capitals, sounds Floyd | dreadfully important. So and but, have you found any yet?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd | Topics: Father, Sculptor, Madman, and creeper Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | "Keep looking!" he says. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "How's it going?" | |
| Binder says, "I'm not smart but I walked around and looked at stuff." | ||
| Binder says, "Not too bad considering I was reading a book and finishing watching season 1 of House of Cards at the same time." | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "subject" | ||
Floyd | Topics: figment, ropeway, door, paintings, cabin, and himself Floyd | Or say cancel if you don't want to change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUBJECT Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to discuss? Floyd | Floyd | >> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "ropeway" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, top, power, Father, Sculptor, and Madman (...) Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | >> Floyd | > ROPEWAY Floyd | Floyd | "Yes and but what an eyesore, eh?" the strange man says, flexing a Floyd | tanned foot appraisingly. "Urban blight even on my abandoned tropical Floyd | island, industrial pollution all the way to the top Floyd | of the mountain. Don't worry-worry though; there's no power Floyd | anyway, so you won't have to hear that tooth-bouncing racket it Floyd | makes." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "power" | ||
Floyd | Topics: creeper, island, top, Father, Sculptor, and Madman Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POWER Floyd | Floyd | "Needs steam from the volcano floor to run, I think I remember Floyd | knowing," the strange man says, scratching his elbow. "The sculptor Floyd | told me that once. I think. Course that's in creeper Floyd | territory now, the volcano floor is, so I'd forget the whole idea were Floyd | I you. Too dangerous now." He shudders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "goodbye" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > GOODBYE Floyd | Floyd | "See you later!" He waves farewell. Floyd | Floyd | Tutorial: Type HELLO to start talking to someone, or GOODBYE to Floyd | stop. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | Thunderheads receding westward are lit up like giant floating barges Floyd | by the sinking sun's rays, which are reflected by the water Floyd | and the wet, sparkling sand, while the konokuk trees rustle Floyd | above your head. Gleaming white sand curves around the Floyd | lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the high water mark is the route back to the top of the Floyd | rise. Sand stretches back towards the center of the Floyd | beach, and you could also head down to where the waves are Floyd | breaking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man approaches from the beach near the rise. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sculpture" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SCULPTURE Floyd | Floyd | The sculpture is stunningly beautiful, capturing every curve of the Floyd | graceful manta creature's flattened form. The clear crystal shimmers Floyd | in the sun, and peering closer you can see that the sculpture is Floyd | actually hollow. A hatchway on the top provides access to the Floyd | interior. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man wades into the surf, dives lithely into a Floyd | rolling wave, and surfaces beyond it, kicking out into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | A round wheel on top opens the hatchway, which looks airtight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | You turn a wooden wheel on the hatchway, pull it open with a wet Floyd | sucking noise, and clamber inside. The interior is just tall enough Floyd | that you can sit up without bumping your head. As you sit, however, Floyd | the hatchway clangs shut behind you, releasing a hidden catch; and the Floyd | manta sculpture glides forward down the track, cuts through the Floyd | breaking waves effortlessly, and descends into a beautiful undersea Floyd | paradise. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Manta, Under the Waves Floyd | Surrounding you on all sides is a fantastic underwater vista. Brightly Floyd | colored fish twirl and dart among coral reefs and gently Floyd | waving plants of red and green. Sunlight filters heavily through the Floyd | waves and the transparent crystal of the sculpture; the facets are so Floyd | expertly carved you hardly notice it's there. Floyd | Floyd | The hatchway above leads outside, though you probably don't Floyd | want to use it while you're underwater. A large wooden wheel Floyd | on the floor seems to interface with the track on the ocean floor, Floyd | which ends beneath you. Floyd | Floyd | Above you through the crystal, you can see the strange man, floating Floyd | languidly on the surface of the water. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A wriggling black eel with midnight blue stripes pokes languidly at a Floyd | crevice in the coral reef with its mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | A school of long silver fish the size of your leg floats nearby Floyd | cautiously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x eel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X EEL Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | The wheel lies flat against the crystal floor of the manta, through Floyd | which you can dimly see some gears and the track below. It looks like Floyd | by gripping the handle you could make a wide stirring motion to turn Floyd | the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the handle, you begin turning the wheel. The gears below you Floyd | spin, and you feel the manta slowly pulling back up the track. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a few minutes, but you slowly emerge from the waves until Floyd | you're resting on the lower beach again, and climb out of the Floyd | sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | You turn a wooden wheel on the hatchway, pull it open with a wet Floyd | sucking noise, and clamber inside. The interior is just tall enough Floyd | that you can sit up without bumping your head. As you sit, however, Floyd | the hatchway clangs shut behind you, releasing a hidden catch; and the Floyd | manta sculpture glides forward down the track, cuts through the Floyd | breaking waves effortlessly, and descends into a beautiful undersea Floyd | paradise. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Manta, Under the Waves Floyd | Surrounding you on all sides is a fantastic underwater vista. Brightly Floyd | colored fish twirl and dart among coral reefs and gently Floyd | waving plants of red and green. Sunlight filters heavily through the Floyd | waves and the transparent crystal of the sculpture; the facets are so Floyd | expertly carved you hardly notice it's there. Floyd | Floyd | The hatchway above leads outside, though you probably don't Floyd | want to use it while you're underwater. A large wooden wheel Floyd | on the floor seems to interface with the track on the ocean floor, Floyd | which ends beneath you. Floyd | Floyd | Above you through the crystal, you can see the strange man, floating Floyd | languidly on the surface of the water. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hundreds of goldfish with stripes of cerulean blue swim near you, Floyd | staying close together. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X FISH Floyd | Floyd | Luminescent rayfish float serenely through the dark waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X MAN Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, off near the lagoon, seems to be swimming. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, off near the lagoon, seems to be swimming. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | The wheel lies flat against the crystal floor of the manta, through Floyd | which you can dimly see some gears and the track below. It looks like Floyd | by gripping the handle you could make a wide stirring motion to turn Floyd | the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | A few dozen bright yellow fish the size of your hand slip through the Floyd | blue, skimming the surface of the coral reef. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | The wheel lies flat against the crystal floor of the manta, through Floyd | which you can dimly see some gears and the track below. It looks like Floyd | by gripping the handle you could make a wide stirring motion to turn Floyd | the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stir" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STIR Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the handle, you begin turning the wheel. The gears below you Floyd | spin, and you feel the manta slowly pulling back up the track. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a few minutes, but you slowly emerge from the waves until Floyd | you're resting on the lower beach again, and climb out of the Floyd | sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waters" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERS Floyd | Floyd | You wade out into the surf. The lagoon is shallow enough that you walk Floyd | quite far before the water climbs past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | Warm seawater sparkles brilliantly and surges about your waist as you Floyd | wade through the lagoon, the sand like wet velvet under your feet. Floyd | Thunderheads receding westward are lit up like giant floating barges Floyd | by the sinking sun's rays, which are reflected by the water Floyd | and the wet, sparkling sand. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is a few swells away, bobbing lazily as he Floyd | floats on his back, eyes closed. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | Bobbling like a tan cork on the waves, the strange man floats Floyd | serenely, eyes shut, a faint smile on his face. Floyd | Floyd | He seems a bit out of sorts around you, and regards you with one Floyd | corner of his mouth lifted. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The strange man floats serenely on the surface of the water, eyes Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You slosh your way towards the shore, push past the breakpoint where Floyd | the gentle swells tumble over themselves into knee-high waves, and Floyd | finally step back onto the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The rounded boulders rise warm and wet in the sinking sun, smelling of Floyd | sea-kissed stone. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of slippery Floyd | stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mussels" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MUSSELS Floyd | Floyd | A bit longer and wider than a fat thumb, they are a deep forest green Floyd | cut through with striated arcs of lighter shades. Fragments of the Floyd | shells of their ancestors tumble in the surf, diminishing to gritty Floyd | green whorls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shells" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHELLS Floyd | Floyd | A bit longer and wider than a fat thumb, they are a deep forest green Floyd | cut through with striated arcs of lighter shades. Fragments of the Floyd | shells of their ancestors tumble in the surf, diminishing to gritty Floyd | green whorls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get shells" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET SHELLS Floyd | Floyd | The living mussels are gripped tightly to the rocks, but you pick up a Floyd | green shell fragment tumbling in the surf and turn it in your hands Floyd | for a moment, admiring the rich coloration, before tossing it back Floyd | into the foam. Floyd | Floyd | The sun drops quickly towards the horizon, a red-orange ball of flame. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing a compass and your traveling clothes. Floyd | Floyd | A gull picks at its feathers with its beak before letting out a loud Floyd | call. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | The compass is closed, its thin brass cover concealing the needle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | You undo the tiny clasp and open the brass lid, revealing the needle Floyd | under glass. Floyd | Floyd | Two gulls flap wings and caw fiercely at each other for a moment over Floyd | a piece of rotting fish, before one snatches it and takes to the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | Beautifully made, the compass has a long thin needle under glass, the Floyd | round enclosure set into a brass base delicately inscribed with Floyd | directions in eight points sweeping around from north to northwest. A Floyd | matching chain allows the compass to be worn around the neck. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "close compass" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOSE COMPASS Floyd | Floyd | You shut the compass carefully, letting the small clasp catch again. Floyd | Floyd | A crab wends its way between the boulders, either lost or Floyd | unusually adventurous. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crab" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRAB Floyd | Floyd | About the size of your hand, this curious creature scuttles sideways Floyd | along the sand quite nimbly, holding pincers above him and darting Floyd | eyes on long stalks every way it can. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get crab" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET CRAB Floyd | Floyd | You reach out your hand for one of the creatures, but it dashes away Floyd | in a panic before you can grab it, tiny legs pumping furiously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | Large mottled boulders rise from the sand here at the end of the Floyd | beach, rubbed smooth by eons of tides and wind, green lichens Floyd | clutching their sides. Across the bay, a rocky volcanic rise sticks Floyd | out into the ocean, forming the lagoon's far boundary; this end is Floyd | framed by a rocky point beyond the boulders. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of slippery Floyd | stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | A gull flutters in from sea and perches on the exact top of a Floyd | large, rounded boulder looming above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "gull" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GULL Floyd | Floyd | These seem larger and more streamlined than most you've seen, and Floyd | their long yellow beaks are tipped with a vivid indigo rather than Floyd | red. But their cries sound just as you'd expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "point" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POINT Floyd | Floyd | You weave through the boulder stand, clambering over a few shorter Floyd | rocks here and there, and eventually break out onto a wet, rocky Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | The sinking sun sets over this cluster of little pools, Floyd | smooth mirrors of the sun above. From here the whole lagoon stretches Floyd | out before you, from the cabin in the center of the beach to Floyd | the mountain and volcano, looming over either end. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pools" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POOLS Floyd | Floyd | Clinging precariously to every hollow and bowl in the jumbled rock, Floyd | the pools are placid windows into a world of tiny darting Floyd | creatures and surprising shades of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "creatures" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CREATURES Floyd | Floyd | Bright orange starfish, tiny pastel minnows, and bulbous fingers of Floyd | purple and maroon sea anemones: each tidepool is like a tiny aquarium. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sun" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUN Floyd | Floyd | You stare towards the sun as it sinks into the ocean, a brilliant Floyd | ball, but as it sinks into the waves and vanishes, you see nothing Floyd | further. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | The sinking sun sets over this cluster of little pools, Floyd | smooth mirrors of the sun above. From here the whole lagoon stretches Floyd | out before you, and, like a titan, the mountain looms over Floyd | the island, head shrouded in clouds, the top of its peak glowing a Floyd | dull red. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sun" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SUN Floyd | Floyd | The sun has slipped beneath the waves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mountain" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MOUNTAIN Floyd | Floyd | The mountain is hazy blue with distance. It dominates one corner of Floyd | the island, one side a sheer cliff face, the other tumbling Floyd | treacherously into the sea. The rocky sides are black and smooth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | Under the fading light are a handful of small pools, smooth Floyd | mirrors of the stars above. From here the whole lagoon stretches out Floyd | before you, while the mountain rises dramatically over the Floyd | landscape, head shrouded in clouds, the top of its peak glowing a dull Floyd | red. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | The fading sky grows dim and indistinct as the sky darkens above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You step carefully back towards the beach until you find yourself Floyd | among the boulders again. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders keep a silent vigil in the eerie twilight, like strange Floyd | monuments. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | nearly invisible in the stars. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | You leave the boulders behind and walk back to the smooth white sand Floyd | of the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | The stillness of the great crescent beach is magical in the Floyd | half-light; the whole expanse curving out before you quietly Floyd | breathtaking. The sky and the colors of the lagoon are slowly fading Floyd | in the dimming light. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand back Floyd | into the stand of boulders. You could also head down Floyd | to where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path up Floyd | into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You walk back up the path and return to the deep shadow of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Indistinct, shadowless light paints the foliage shades of Floyd | greenish-grey, softened even further by its gentle swaying in unfelt Floyd | breezes. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | A few stars twinkle faintly above, emissaries of night's rapid Floyd | approach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "nook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NOOK Floyd | Floyd | It looks like a soft place to curl up in for a nap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "nap" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > NAP Floyd | Floyd | You lie down on the bed of leaves, comfortably anchored between the Floyd | two tree roots, and rest comfortably on your back, looking up into the Floyd | sea of dancing lemon-yellow leaves above you. Floyd | Floyd | Lulled by the rustling of the leaves above and the quiet sigh of the Floyd | tree, you drift into a deep, bottomless sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~ Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of long hollow tubes Floyd | of quartz snaking off into the walls and spare flywheels for the Floyd | ropeway, floor to ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility. Floyd | Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room Floyd | and alive with motion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "canvas" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > CANVAS Floyd | Floyd | It twitches and moves, distorted and curling at the edges, more grain Floyd | than image, a signal warped back on itself, degraded, dancing with Floyd | particles of noise. But inside the chaos are forms, shapes, things, Floyd | people. Floyd | Floyd | You wonder what paints the artist used to produce the effect. Perhaps Floyd | if you stepped closer... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door is stuck fast. Floyd | Floyd | Something tickles the back of your neck, as if someone stands next to Floyd | you. When you turn to look there is nothing, but the feeling of Floyd | presence lingers, strengthens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "presence" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESENCE Floyd | Floyd | You concentrate on the sensation, probe it delicately, curiously. And Floyd | feel it probe back. Floyd | Floyd | A mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mind" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > MIND Floyd | Floyd | You recognize the mind as such only basely, innately through some Floyd | whiff, strange but familiar, of consciousness. Overwhelmingly alien Floyd | currents whirl through it, patterns and structures you have no way of Floyd | matching to your own mind's contours, but after a moment you detect Floyd | hints of emotions, faint yet certainly distinct from your own: Floyd | relief, curiosity, impatience. You sense Floyd | you could probe any of these feelings, like memory, but also sense Floyd | inevitable reciprocity: doing so will reveal more of yourself in Floyd | return. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "curiousity" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > CURIOUSITY Floyd | Floyd | If you're trying to converse, make sure you're typing an emphasized Floyd | keyword. Type HELP, select "Detailed Instructions" then "More on Floyd | Conversation" for more help interacting with people. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "curiosity" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > CURIOSITY Floyd | Floyd | Thoughts trickle into your head as you prod delicately at the emotion, Floyd | like juice from an overripe fruit. The curiosity is intense, as if Floyd | you're the first of your kind the presence has ever encountered. Floyd | Floyd | But no, that isn't right. You struggle to sieve the alien thoughts, Floyd | distill them into something you can process. Not the first, you Floyd | realize after long moments. No. The... fourth? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fourth" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > FOURTH Floyd | Floyd | If you're trying to converse, make sure you're typing an emphasized Floyd | keyword. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Everything but the presence has become faded and grey for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | In a charge of insight you are at once sure, with the surety that Floyd | comes only in dreams, both that you are dreaming now and that this Floyd | presence exists outside your dream. It has the same intrusive Floyd | heaviness of a sound slowly pulling you up to wakefulness, or a light Floyd | in darkness, flashing against closed lids. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "presence" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESENCE Floyd | Floyd | You wonder now whether the weave of this dream, its set and props, are Floyd | not random noise but somehow shaped by this presence, sculpted, as if Floyd | trying to help you make connections, realizations, come to insights Floyd | unexplainable in waking language. Floyd | Floyd | You wonder next if that thought was your own. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "relief" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > RELIEF Floyd | Floyd | More thoughts, more emotion. The relief, you sense, covers a long Floyd | feeling of frustration, tempered despair, the impotence of a job Floyd | almost done but unable to be finished. Now something has changed for Floyd | the better, sudden, unexpected, trailing long after abandoned hopes. Floyd | And that change, unsettlingly, is you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "impatience" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > IMPATIENCE Floyd | Floyd | You prod further. Impatience, yes; you sense more, much more the Floyd | presence wants to tell you. But each of you have much to learn about Floyd | the other before enough understanding has kindled to say it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "presence" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESENCE Floyd | Floyd | Some current of thought stirs, obscured, and slowly, slowly begins to Floyd | clear. Finally you think you have it. Sleeping near the tree you Floyd | painted-- and the others like it-- allow this connection with the Floyd | presence, this alien mind. As if it is a receiver--? But no, you only Floyd | speculate; the complexities running under and through this simple Floyd | message cannot bridge the gap between the differences in your minds. Floyd | Floyd | All you are sure is that it wants you to find them. Find them all. Floyd | Floyd | The presence ebbs away, loses itself in the static of your mind, and Floyd | is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~ Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of carelessly piled Floyd | paintings, so dusty and faded they are almost indistinguishable from Floyd | each other and worn blankets, floor to ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility. Floyd | Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room Floyd | and alive with motion. Floyd | Floyd | Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a gloved hand push a Floyd | letter through the mail slot in the front door. It falls with Floyd | a tiny crinkle to the wooden floorboards. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "letter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > LETTER Floyd | Floyd | The fine parchment, a rich and creamy brown with flecks of texture, is Floyd | neatly folded into thirds and closed with a red wax seal, adorned with Floyd | a stylized symbol of a bare foot pulling itself free of entangling Floyd | vines. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "read letter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > READ LETTER Floyd | Floyd | You break the seal on the letter and unfold it, parchment crinkling Floyd | heavily under your fingers. Written immaculately in dark ink on the Floyd | inside, in a fine, cursive hand, are the words: Floyd | Floyd | Testing, test, test, test. Floyd | Floyd | One two three. How are--- are we--- Floyd | Floyd | Testing. Testing. Te--- Floyd | Floyd | I don't think it's working. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~ Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of forests of pine Floyd | trees and stacks of fur hides, floor to ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility. Floyd | Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room Floyd | and alive with motion. A letter lies near the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "write letter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > WRITE LETTER Floyd | Floyd | I couldn't understand that, or the noun you used isn't nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "read letter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > READ LETTER Floyd | Floyd | Written immaculately in dark ink on the inside, in a fine, cursive Floyd | hand, are the words: Floyd | Floyd | Testing, test, test, test. Floyd | Floyd | One two three. How are--- are we--- Floyd | Floyd | Testing. Testing. Te--- Floyd | Floyd | I don't think it's working. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "canvas" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > CANVAS Floyd | Floyd | It twitches and moves, distorted and curling at the edges, more grain Floyd | than image, a signal warped back on itself, degraded, dancing with Floyd | particles of noise. But inside the chaos are forms, shapes, things, Floyd | people. Floyd | Floyd | You wonder what paints the artist used to produce the effect. Perhaps Floyd | if you stepped closer... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "closer" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOSER Floyd | Floyd | You step towards the painting in wonder. The swirling image fills your Floyd | field of vision, swarming past the surface of your eyes and into your Floyd | optic nerves, into your brain, and inside that, your mind... Floyd | Floyd | {(*mind*)} Floyd | Floyd | {-(* Forest Path, Mid Morning *)-} Floyd | The familiar forest path seems as fresh and exciting in the morning Floyd | light as the first time you saw it. You are beyond excited to carry Floyd | out the plan: finally getting to explore again in the forbidden parts Floyd | of the island! You've stopped (again) in the clearing by the Floyd | windsigh tree because your sister is complaining about Floyd | something (again). Floyd | Floyd | The path runs down to the beach or over to the treehouse in Floyd | the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Your sister stops nearby, looking worried. Floyd | Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sister" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
Floyd | > SISTER
Floyd |
Floyd | Your sister {(*phoebe*)} doesn't like to go exploring half
Floyd | as much as you do, so it's always a chore to get her to come along.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "phoebe" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
Floyd | > PHOEBE
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)(*your sister Phoebe*)}|{(*Phoebe*)(*Laylay*)}
Floyd |
Floyd | {-(* Forest Path, The Crack Of Dawn *)-}
Floyd | You're not really awake yet, the bright morning light stabbing past
Floyd | the leaves of the windsigh and making you even more nervous.
Floyd | You don't usually get up this early, but Laylay was insistent. You've
Floyd | got to convince her this is a bad idea.
Floyd |
Floyd | The path runs down to the beach or across to the
Floyd | meadow, and your treehouse is visible through the trees
Floyd | deeper in the forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | Laylay stands near the path down to the beach, with that
Floyd | familiar impatient, bossy look on her face.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "windsigh" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
Floyd | > WINDSIGH
Floyd |
Floyd | You've never really liked these creepy trees. The noise they make
Floyd | seems to always be trying to get inside your head.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey, are we going to just stand here or talk?" Laylay says.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "talk" | ||
Floyd | Topics: idea, and Dad Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | Floyd | > TALK Floyd | Floyd | "Come on, Phoebe," your sister whines impatiently. "We've got to get Floyd | this idea finished up early, before Dad wakes up, or Floyd | it's never going to work." Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "idea" | ||
Floyd | Topics: no, combination, yes, and Dad Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > IDEA Floyd | Floyd | "What are you talking about?" Laylay says in an exasperated tone. "I Floyd | told you. Dad won't wake up for hours. We just have to sneak Floyd | past his hammock in the cabin. I already opened the door last night Floyd | with the combination while he was out fishing and propped it Floyd | open with a rock, so it won't make any noise. What's the problem?" Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "combination" | ||
Floyd | Topics: Dad Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > COMBINATION Floyd | Floyd | "Look," Laylay says firmly, "if Dad really didn't want us to Floyd | figure it out, he would have made it a lot harder. I mean, anyone who Floyd | keeps their eyes open while walking around the island could figure it Floyd | out." Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "dad" | ||
Floyd | Topics: stranded, and exploring Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > DAD Floyd | Floyd | "Dad can take care of himself," Laylay says almost angrily, pulling Floyd | her black hair back from over her eyes. "And if he, or you think I'm Floyd | going to be stranded on a stupid desert island and not even Floyd | get to do any exploring, you're being denser than usual." Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stranded" | ||
Floyd | Topics: magic, and exploring Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > STRANDED Floyd | Floyd | "Stranded," Laylay says again firmly. "Why else would he build a house Floyd | here if he didn't think we were going to stay here a long time?" She Floyd | stands a little taller, but her lip quivers. "I think his Floyd | magic's gone," she says. "I think he doesn't know how to use Floyd | it any more, or something. We're not going anywhere, so we might as Floyd | well get to know this place." Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "exploring" | ||
Floyd | Topics: something, and magic Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > EXPLORING Floyd | Floyd | "We've explored every inch of this side," Laylay reiterates, tossing Floyd | her hair. "The marsh, the lagoon, the forest, everything. But dad's Floyd | never even let us go into the crack and the volcano, or set foot on Floyd | the other side, like something terrible would happen to us if Floyd | we did. It's not fair. We're old enough to explore, and if he can't Floyd | see that, then we'll have to show him. I'd rather get in trouble than Floyd | die of boredom." Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "magic" | ||
Floyd | Topics: something Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > MAGIC Floyd | Floyd | "We only know what he says," Laylay responds skeptically. "That he can Floyd | sculpt something from another world and then be there, and us too if Floyd | we hold on to him real tight when he does it. But we only ever saw him Floyd | do that the time we came here, and he never mentioned it before mom Floyd | died. How do we know he can do it again?" Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "phoebe" | ||
Floyd | Topics: yes, and no Floyd | You can also say nothing or goodbye. Floyd ] Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> Floyd | > PHOEBE Floyd | Floyd | {(*Lethe*)(*your sister Phoebe*)}| Floyd | {(*too far*)} Floyd | Floyd | "Look, Phoebe," your sister says patiently, "I think dad found Floyd | something over there in the rain forest. He was acting all secretive Floyd | last night and you saw how distracted he was. If he's not even going Floyd | to trust us then we have to find it too. Because we're here too, not Floyd | just him, and we deserve to know what's going on." Laylay looks on the Floyd | verge of crying, fists balled, breathing quickly. "So are you coming Floyd | with me?" Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | Floyd | > YES Floyd | Floyd | "Good," Laylay says, "then it's decided. We're doing it. Come on." And Floyd | she turns and steps lightly down the path toward the bright Floyd | beach below, leaving you furious but also sure you'll follow Floyd | her. Moisty hells. Floyd | Floyd | {-(* Forest Path, The Crack Of Dawn *)-} Floyd | You're not really awake yet, the bright morning light stabbing past Floyd | the leaves of the windsigh and making you even more nervous. Floyd | You don't usually get up this early, but Laylay was insistent. You've Floyd | got to convince her this is a bad idea. Floyd | Floyd | The path runs down to the beach or across to the Floyd | meadow, and your treehouse is visible through the trees Floyd | deeper in the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Your sister has vanished from sight. Floyd | Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
Floyd | > BEACH
Floyd |
Floyd | You walk off down towards the beach, following Laylay after all...
Floyd | {(*you*)}
Floyd |
Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~
Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl
Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living
Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently
Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your
Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of forests of pine
Floyd | trees and empty fish tanks, floor to ceiling.
Floyd |
Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions
Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room
Floyd | and alive with motion. A letter lies near the door.
Floyd |
Floyd | You start back, astonished. It was as if for those few minutes you had
Floyd | completely forgotten your own identity, as if it had been subsumed,
Floyd | submerged in the mind and memory of another, no signs of you even
Floyd | rippling the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Binder says, "That was pretty cool." | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door is stuck fast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door swings wide, and behind it sears a burst of blazing light... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | Blinking and yawning, you rise to your feet and stretch. The strange Floyd | dreams don't seem to fade, but linger hazily in the back of your mind. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Shafts of sunlight kiss the treetops of the tiny clearing amid a Floyd | profusion of greenery. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Making slow progress, you venture deeper into the forest along the Floyd | nearly-vanished path, ducking under vines and walking through Floyd | knee-deep clusters of fallen leaves and dense ground cover. The ground Floyd | slopes up to your left and down to your right, but you stay relatively Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | Before you stands -- curious -- another tree like the one you Floyd | painted, larger than the first one and different in another notable Floyd | way: a small strange treehouse, all curves and strange Floyd | extrusions, is built in its lower branches, overgrown with moss and Floyd | vegetation, vines running up and down the sagging rope ladder leading Floyd | to its covered interior. The ground drops off behind the tree, but Floyd | opposite the forest slopes gently upwards. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way back to the path is open, and opposite Floyd | that the forest seems to give way to open terrain the way you Floyd | came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You put your hands on the rope ladder, testing your weight gently on Floyd | rungs woven from vines that look dangerously rotted, but surprisingly Floyd | the ladder holds your weight easily. You climb the rope ladder Floyd | awkwardly and hoist yourself up into the small interior. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Treehouse Floyd | This child-sized house was obviously built with love-- the detailed Floyd | etchings of flowers along the length of the doorjamb, if Floyd | nothing else, speak to that-- but the child for whom it was Floyd | constructed must now be long grown. Greenery overruns every surface, Floyd | vines and leaves blurring the lines of cut boards and straight Floyd | railings. The tree has grown, too, tilting the floor and setting the Floyd | shelves and windows subtly askew. Floyd | Floyd | A small wooden shelf attached to the trunk sits gathering dust, just Floyd | above a hammock neatly hung in one corner. Something Floyd | round and wooden lies in a dusty corner underneath it, Floyd | forgotten. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit from the one-room treehouse is down the rope Floyd | ladder you came in on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "etching" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > ETCHING Floyd | Floyd | Years of rain have softened the carvings, but even so they remain a Floyd | marvel of craftsmanship. The detail is such that it is hard to tell Floyd | where the real leaves and vines end and the carvings begin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "hammock" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HAMMOCK Floyd | Floyd | The carefully twined ropes that make up this hammock must be spaced in Floyd | a way disagreeable to the otherwise ubiquitous vines, as they have not Floyd | progressed too far along it. It's tied between the treehouse railing Floyd | and a thick main branch of the tree, and still seems to be in good Floyd | shape. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "round" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > ROUND Floyd | Floyd | You reach down, pick up the smooth wooden object -- it's surprisingly Floyd | heavy -- and turn it around to discover that it's a richly detailed Floyd | carving of a human head. You place it on a shelf and examine it more Floyd | carefully. Floyd | Floyd | The head, which bears a passing resemblance to the strange man, is Floyd | expertly carved from some richly-grained wood. Within the eye sockets Floyd | are two wooden spheres inscribed with two strange symbols. A Floyd | large wooden key on the back looks like it can be wound to Floyd | activate some internal mechanism. Visible joins at the head's right Floyd | ear would seem to indicate it can be moved somehow; the left Floyd | ear, however, is missing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "spheres" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPHERES Floyd | Floyd | Each eye seems to be an independent sphere within the head; you can Floyd | see inside the mechanism just enough to see a series of dowels and Floyd | tiny wooden gears inside. Within the sockets are the two wooden Floyd | spheres inscribed with two strange symbols. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > KEY Floyd | Floyd | It looks like it winds some mechanism inside the head if you turn it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "wind key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WIND KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Lih. Lih. Lih." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "spheres" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPHERES Floyd | Floyd | Each eye seems to be an independent sphere within the head; you can Floyd | see inside the mechanism just enough to see a series of dowels and Floyd | tiny wooden gears inside. Within the sockets are the two wooden Floyd | spheres inscribed with two strange symbols. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "symbols" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SYMBOLS Floyd | Floyd | Delicately inscribed, they are in some strange language you've never Floyd | before seen, with graceful curls and arcs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Morning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Treehouse Floyd | This child-sized house was obviously built with love-- the detailed Floyd | etchings of flowers along the length of the doorjamb, if Floyd | nothing else, speak to that-- but the child for whom it was Floyd | constructed must now be long grown. Greenery overruns every surface, Floyd | vines and leaves blurring the lines of cut boards and straight Floyd | railings. The tree has grown, too, tilting the floor and setting the Floyd | shelves and windows subtly askew. Floyd | Floyd | A small wooden shelf attached to the trunk supports the clockwork Floyd | head, just above a hammock neatly hung in one Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit from the one-room treehouse is down the rope Floyd | ladder you came in on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "nap" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NAP Floyd | Floyd | Stretching out in the comfortable hammock, you soon find yourself Floyd | drifting into a deep, bottomless sleep. Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | You drowse lazily, half-aware on occasion of your surroundings, but Floyd | also half-aware of something else, faint ticklings of premonition or Floyd | urgent murmurs you can't quite catch, seeping up from some fuller, Floyd | deeper sleep. Floyd | Floyd | You awaken a few hours later, feeling refreshed. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Treehouse Floyd | Birds take flight as you stir, shaking and twirling the vines and Floyd | leaves as they glow in the warm morning light. Floyd | Floyd | A small wooden shelf attached to the trunk supports the clockwork Floyd | head, just above a hammock neatly hung in one Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit from the one-room treehouse is down the rope Floyd | ladder you came in on. Floyd | Floyd | Seagulls circle lazily above your head, their cries echoing faintly Floyd | through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your traveling clothes and a compass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get head" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET HEAD Floyd | Floyd | It's surprisingly heavy, and would be difficult to take down the Floyd | ladder with you. You may as well leave it here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Stepping outside, you discover that the morning sun has moved higher Floyd | into the sky, chasing off the long dawn shadows. Floyd | Floyd | You grip the leaf-covered lintel and lower yourself onto the rope Floyd | ladder, quickly descending six or seven rungs to the ground below. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | Morning sunlight streams through the curved windows of the Floyd | treehouse, the lemon-yellow leaves of the withered Floyd | tree casting burnt copper shadows on its warped boards. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way to the path is open, and opposite that Floyd | the forest seems to give way to open terrain the way you Floyd | came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "treehouse" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREEHOUSE Floyd | Floyd | The treehouse is tall and all organic curves and lumps, not a straight Floyd | line to be seen. The windows are skinny ovals of differing sizes; the Floyd | roof slopes up here, extrudes outwards there, and is thatched in each Floyd | spot with wildly differing material. Despite the obvious work that Floyd | went into its construction, it now seems overgrown and long abandoned, Floyd | eerie somehow through the negative presence of absent children. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "tree" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREE Floyd | Floyd | Like the other one you saw, the tree seems stunted and out of place. Floyd | Spirals of vine sprout from the gnarled trunk and wrap Floyd | tightly around it before spreading out to knobby branches beginning Floyd | just above your head. The branches bifurcate until they end in tiny, Floyd | bare pointed twigs. As the vines spiral around them they sprout Floyd | hundreds of small lemon-yellow leaves. Even more curious is Floyd | that dozens of holes seem to have organically grown through Floyd | the branches, as if they split and reconnected to themselves as the Floyd | tree was growing; these also continue all the way out to the tiny Floyd | twigs, shrinking in size as they go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "vine" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > VINE Floyd | Floyd | The vines sprout from orifices about the size of your wrist spread out Floyd | all over the trunk of the tree, and wrap tightly around it in a helix Floyd | spiraling up, splitting and shrinking in diameter, until each one Floyd | leaves the trunk to twine out around a branch, sprouting hundreds of Floyd | small lemon-yellow leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "holes" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HOLES Floyd | Floyd | They range in size from knobby round gaps nearly as big as your head, Floyd | in crooks and splits near the trunk, to tiny pinholes trailing along Floyd | the ends of the smallest branches, and run all the way through the Floyd | wood, letting you see through to the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "leaves" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LEAVES Floyd | Floyd | Each flower or leaf is about the size of your thumbnail, perfectly Floyd | circular, slightly concave, and the color of a deep, almost Floyd | fluorescent lemon yellow. Subtle veins run through the Floyd | semi-translucent skin. They sprout from the vines wrapped around the Floyd | branches, each about a finger width apart. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | Before you stands the withered tree, larger than the first Floyd | one and different in another notable way: a small strange Floyd | treehouse, all curves and strange extrusions, is built in its Floyd | lower branches, overgrown with moss and vegetation, vines running up Floyd | and down the sagging rope ladder leading to its covered interior. The Floyd | ground drops off behind the tree, but opposite the forest slopes Floyd | gently upwards. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way to the path is open, and opposite that Floyd | the forest seems to give way to open terrain the way you Floyd | came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "path" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PATH Floyd | Floyd | Cutting back along the route you found earlier, you wade through the Floyd | forest undergrowth, under the slanted rays of the sun rising ever Floyd | higher in the tropical sky. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Spears of light penetrate the forest, yellow-gold spotlights on the Floyd | greenery around you, which sways gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island, poke, smile, frown, and rebuke Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You follow the overgrown path down a slight slope towards a bright Floyd | open area, picking your way over fallen trees and slippery earth, and Floyd | finally emerge from the trees on some grassy mounds at the edge of a Floyd | beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Spotless white sand curves around the lagoon. The ocean Floyd | pounds faintly beneath the western horizon, where it meets a vast, Floyd | unclouded sky, so deep a blue your eyes hurt. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path back up Floyd | into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is here, walking carefully up and down the Floyd | beach and studying the sand critically. His arms are full of bits of Floyd | wood, seaweed, and broken shells. Floyd | Floyd | "Playing explorer, are we?" the strange man asks, flexing his toes in Floyd | the spotless sand beneath him. "The brave heroine on the tropical Floyd | island?" He giggles and pokes you. "My duckling, the Floyd | explorer." Floyd | Floyd | He playfully pokes you again, and you wonder whether you should Floyd | poke him back, smile politely, frown, Floyd | angrily rebuke him, or just do nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "poke" | ||
Floyd | Topics: island Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POKE Floyd | Floyd | You wait till he moves in for his next strike, then give him a solid Floyd | poke straight in the ribs, with a bit of tickle worked in. He opens Floyd | his eyes wide in surprise, then laughs. "Learn fast for a duckling," Floyd | he says. "Think I'll ratherly enjoy having you around after all. How Floyd | are you then anyway? Some subject you wanted to talk about?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "island" | ||
Floyd | Topics: secrets, Father, Sculptor, and Madman Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > ISLAND Floyd | Floyd | "But Something Further, you haven't been officially welcomed yet!" he Floyd | says, leaping onto the grassy mounds and spreading his arms wide, Floyd | spinning around dizzily to take in the whole island. "Welcome Floyd | welcome," he says grandly, "to Lacuna!" Floyd | Floyd | "That's what it's called, if you ring," he adds. "Or 'My Lacuna' if Floyd | I'm feeling territorialish. There's a trickling good story about how Floyd | it acquired that name but," he leaps back down to the sand again, "I'm Floyd | afraid I've entirely forgotten it. Ah well-oh. Lacuna!" Floyd | Floyd | He holds up three fingers. "There's Three Great Men who used to live Floyd | here," he says, "the Sculptor, the Father, and the Floyd | Madman. All gone as gone now, but each left a secret, oh! Floyd | green eons ago, and now they're sort of tourist attractions. You get a Floyd | prize if you find them all! The secrets. Or so the tourist board says. Floyd | Of course there aren't any tourists here. Real ones I mean, no Floyd | offenses. But tell you this: you find all three secrets and Floyd | I'll give you a little something anyway." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "secrets" | ||
Floyd | Topics: Father, Sculptor, Madman, yes, and no Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SECRETS Floyd | Floyd | "Right, the Three Secrets of the Three Great Men of Lacuna, the Floyd | Sculptor, the Father, and the Madman. So Floyd | and but, have you found any yet?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "no" | ||
Floyd | Topics: Father, Sculptor, and Madman Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NO Floyd | Floyd | "Keep looking!" he says. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "goodbye" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > GOODBYE Floyd | Floyd | "Watch out for the Creeper!" He turns his attention back to cleaning Floyd | the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Pristine white sand stretches in a great arc around the Floyd | lagoon. The ocean pounds faintly beneath the western horizon, the Floyd | lagoon practically glowing as it warms in the sparkling Floyd | sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path back up Floyd | into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is here, walking carefully up and down the Floyd | beach and studying the sand critically. His arms are full of bits of Floyd | wood, seaweed, and broken shells. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You follow the sweeping curve of the beach about halfway around its Floyd | edge. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Morning sunlight beams over the top of the lava flow, warming Floyd | the sand and the roof of the cabin in patches. Spotless white Floyd | sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away back towards the cluster of boulders Floyd | or the rocky rise, or you could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "flow" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FLOW Floyd | Floyd | The black rock, frozen in mid-tumble, hosts a few tentative green Floyd | shoots and flowers in its maze of nooks and crannies, but the Floyd | vegetation has only begun to reclaim it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "cabin" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CABIN Floyd | Floyd | The small cabin lies well up above the high water mark, but Floyd | stains and crusted salt near its base indicate spring tides have Floyd | reached it in the past, and give the small building the feel of a Floyd | place abandoned. The cabin rests flush against the black lava Floyd | flow behind it. Floyd | Floyd | From halfway up the eastern sky, the sun burns down brightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber up the slipping sand past seaweed and shells at the Floyd | high-water mark, then onto sturdier ground, before finally arriving at Floyd | the building and stepping inside. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "box" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOX Floyd | Floyd | The box is a perfect cube, each side about the length of your forearm, Floyd | carved from interlocking pieces of wood which fit together seamlessly Floyd | without nails or mismatched joins. Intricate carvings cover Floyd | every surface. Salt crusts the lower third, where the wood is swollen Floyd | and discolored. Floyd | Floyd | The top of the cube has swung open, revealing a delicate Floyd | sketchbook, seemingly undamaged. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "carvings" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CARVINGS Floyd | Floyd | The carvings, impossibly tiny, make up one immense, tropical scene. Floyd | Splashing dolphins segue seamlessly into beaches littered with shells, Floyd | tall, graceful palm trees, laughing children, and fanciful animals. Floyd | You could study these carvings for hours without taking in all the Floyd | detail. Floyd | Floyd | Along the top of the cube, worked into the design, are five oval Floyd | indentations. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sketchbook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SKETCHBOOK Floyd | Floyd | You examine the sketchbook carefully, a beautiful handmade thing, Floyd | thick paper pressed from some creamy-tan wood, the spiral binding a Floyd | thin coil of copper-colored metal. On the cover is a handwritten Floyd | inscription. Floyd | Floyd | You flip past several blank pages before reaching one last sketch on Floyd | the notebook's final page, which seems to have been done much later Floyd | than the others. It shows a man sitting watching the sun set over the Floyd | ocean, his back turned and face invisible, holding the comb with the Floyd | two leaping dolphins. The sketch is sloppy, almost careless, but still Floyd | exudes a palpable sense of sadness and regret. Floyd | Floyd | The sketchbook is turned to the last page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "indentations" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INDENTATIONS Floyd | Floyd | Four are clustered together in an arc, the fifth farther apart. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "inscriptions" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INSCRIPTIONS Floyd | Floyd | The message is written in strange letters that you don't understand. Floyd | Floyd | ' .---- ---- ---- ---- Floyd | --- -- ----- --- --- ,--- ---- Floyd | ---- ---- ---- -- ----- --- ---' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Sand drifts around the open doorway, spilling out in tiny dunes across Floyd | the wooden floorboards disturbed only by your footsteps. Bare, Floyd | water-stained walls frame a small room, empty and abandoned save for a Floyd | manta ray skeleton hanging from one wall; some frayed ropes Floyd | tied to one beam are the only other hint of past furnishings. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "skeleton" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SKELETON Floyd | Floyd | The skeleton, mounted on the wall, makes a large diamond, and must Floyd | have once belonged to some flat, manta ray creature with rare Floyd | elegance. Now, bleached and dusty, it only seems to add to the Floyd | loneliness and neglect of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "storage" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STORAGE Floyd | Floyd | You step through the doorway into a smaller room at the rear of the Floyd | cabin. Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Only a dim light filters into this windowless back room. The smoothed Floyd | face of the lava flow forms the back wall of the room. A wide Floyd | crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near the Floyd | ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a corner, Floyd | the only notable feature is the exit back to the front room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "wall" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WALL Floyd | Floyd | Nearly vertical here, the lava flow's sharp edges drop smoothed and Floyd | polished from floor to ceiling, a rippling, deep black surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x crack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X CRACK Floyd | Floyd | Nearly vertical here, the lava flow's sharp edges drop smoothed and Floyd | polished from floor to ceiling, a rippling, deep black surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | Only just your height but wider than a normal door, its wooden surface Floyd | has been planed smooth to bring out a complex grain. It is unpainted Floyd | except for six small bands of vertical color at about eye Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | At about the height you'd expect to see a doorknob runs a smooth arc Floyd | of twelve small buttons, each engraved with a stylized Floyd | symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bands" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BANDS Floyd | Floyd | Each band seems to have been painted directly on the wood. From left Floyd | to right, the colors are red, yellow, Floyd | black, white, blue, and green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "red" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RED Floyd | Floyd | A deep, rich crimson. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "yellow" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > YELLOW Floyd | Floyd | The stripe is a rich, vibrant lemon-yellow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "black" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BLACK Floyd | Floyd | Jet black. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "white" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WHITE Floyd | Floyd | Milky, with a faint pearlescent shimmer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "blue" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BLUE Floyd | Floyd | Deep sea-blue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "green" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GREEN Floyd | Floyd | A rich emerald green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Only a dim light filters into this windowless back room. The smoothed Floyd | face of the lava flow forms the back wall of the room. A wide Floyd | crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near the Floyd | ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a corner, Floyd | the only notable feature is the exit back to the front room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | Only just your height but wider than a normal door, its wooden surface Floyd | has been planed smooth to bring out a complex grain. It is unpainted Floyd | except for six small bands of vertical color at about eye Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | At about the height you'd expect to see a doorknob runs a smooth arc Floyd | of twelve small buttons, each engraved with a stylized Floyd | symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "buttons" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BUTTONS Floyd | Floyd | Each is a circle about the size of one made with a thumb and finger, Floyd | flush with the door but very slightly convex. Stylized symbols are Floyd | inlaid into each one. From left to right, the symbols are Floyd | whale, manta, tree, turtle, Floyd | crab, crystal, berry, seagull, Floyd | bee, spider, mussel, snail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "seagull" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SEAGULL Floyd | Floyd | A seagull in flight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push seagull" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH SEAGULL Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push blue" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH BLUE Floyd | Floyd | The bands are painted directly on the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > X DOOR Floyd | Floyd | Only just your height but wider than a normal door, its wooden surface Floyd | has been planed smooth to bring out a complex grain. It is unpainted Floyd | except for six small bands of vertical color at about eye Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | At about the height you'd expect to see a doorknob runs a smooth arc Floyd | of twelve small buttons, each engraved with a stylized Floyd | symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bands" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BANDS Floyd | Floyd | Each band seems to have been painted directly on the wood. From left Floyd | to right, the colors are red, yellow, Floyd | black, white, blue, and green. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "Hmmm. Hmmmmmmmm." | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "buttons" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BUTTONS Floyd | Floyd | Each is a circle about the size of one made with a thumb and finger, Floyd | flush with the door but very slightly convex. Stylized symbols are Floyd | inlaid into each one. From left to right, the symbols are Floyd | whale, manta, tree, turtle, Floyd | crab, crystal, berry, seagull, Floyd | bee, spider, mussel, snail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You step back into the cabin's larger front room. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "outside" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUTSIDE Floyd | Floyd | You step back outside into the sunlight, walking down the beach in the Floyd | direction of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Morning sunlight beams over the top of the lava flow, warming Floyd | the sand and the roof of the cabin in patches. Pristine white Floyd | sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also head down to where Floyd | the waves are breaking. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midmorning - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You walk around the edge of the beach towards some rockier terrain, a Floyd | few gusts of warming wind swirling listlessly around you. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Gleaming white sand curves around the lagoon. The ocean Floyd | pounds faintly beneath the western horizon, the lagoon Floyd | practically glowing as it warms in the sparkling sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently back around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path up into Floyd | dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you see the strange man walking from the Floyd | stand of rounded boulders to the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You amble across the sand into rockier terrain. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders stand stoically in the sunlight, their rounded tops Floyd | faintly reflecting the blue of the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up back towards the edge of the forest. A bank of Floyd | slippery stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "towards" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TOWARDS Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand, the ground Floyd | baking underneath your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam to kiss the Floyd | wet sand by your feet. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open hatchway" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN HATCHWAY Floyd | Floyd | You turn a wooden wheel on the hatchway, pull it open with a wet Floyd | sucking noise, and clamber inside. The interior is just tall enough Floyd | that you can sit up without bumping your head. As you sit, however, Floyd | the hatchway clangs shut behind you, releasing a hidden catch; and the Floyd | manta sculpture glides forward down the track, cuts through the Floyd | breaking waves effortlessly, and descends into a beautiful undersea Floyd | paradise. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Manta, Under the Waves Floyd | Surrounding you on all sides is a fantastic underwater vista. Brightly Floyd | colored fish twirl and dart among coral reefs and gently Floyd | waving plants of red and green. Sunlight filters heavily through the Floyd | waves and the transparent crystal of the sculpture; the facets are so Floyd | expertly carved you hardly notice it's there. Floyd | Floyd | The hatchway above leads outside, though you probably don't Floyd | want to use it while you're underwater. A large wooden wheel Floyd | on the floor seems to interface with the track on the ocean floor, Floyd | which ends beneath you. Floyd | Floyd | Above you through the crystal, you can see the strange man, floating Floyd | languidly on the surface of the water. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | A few skinny silvery fish float by, feeding on tiny specks suspended Floyd | in the water. Floyd | Floyd | A wave swirls chaotically past the surface above you, tugging at the Floyd | green and red fronds on the floor and causing them to bob and sway Floyd | hypnotically. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | A energetic swell surges by above your head, pulling all the fish Floyd | along in its momentary disruption of the current. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | An electric green fish with fins four times longer than its body darts Floyd | up to the surface, about a body's length above you, to snatch some Floyd | morsel floating on the swell. Floyd | Floyd | A wave swirls chaotically past the surface above you, tugging at the Floyd | green and red fronds on the floor and causing them to bob and sway Floyd | hypnotically. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | Glowing rayfish glide effortlessly through the black lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Tens of dozens of lacy black fish float by, drifting lazily in the Floyd | swells. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn wheel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN WHEEL Floyd | Floyd | Gripping the handle, you begin turning the wheel. The gears below you Floyd | spin, and you feel the manta slowly pulling back up the track. Floyd | Floyd | It takes a few minutes, but you slowly emerge from the waves until Floyd | you're resting on the lower beach again, and climb out of the Floyd | sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam to kiss the Floyd | wet sand by your feet. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sculpture" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SCULPTURE Floyd | Floyd | The sculpture is stunningly beautiful, capturing every curve of the Floyd | graceful manta creature's flattened form. The clear crystal shimmers Floyd | in the sun, and peering closer you can see that the sculpture is Floyd | actually hollow. A hatchway on the top provides access to the Floyd | interior. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You hike up the drying beach leaving the soft crash of the surf far Floyd | behind. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Spotless white sand almost blinds you as it stretches in a Floyd | great arc around the lagoon. The ocean pounds faintly beneath the Floyd | western horizon, where it meets a vast, unclouded sky, so deep a blue Floyd | your eyes hurt. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also head back down Floyd | to where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path up Floyd | into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sand" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SAND Floyd | Floyd | Startlingly bright, the beach is smooth and featureless, white curves Floyd | unblemished by imperfections. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You walk back up the path and return to the shade of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Spears of light penetrate the forest, yellow-gold spotlights on the Floyd | greenery around you, which sways gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "tree" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREE Floyd | Floyd | It certainly is a curious tree. Spirals of vine sprout from Floyd | the gnarled trunk and wrap tightly around it before spreading out to Floyd | knobby branches beginning just above your head. The branches bifurcate Floyd | until they end in tiny, bare pointed twigs. As the vines spiral around Floyd | them they sprout hundreds of small lemon-yellow leaves. Even Floyd | more curious is that dozens of holes seem to have organically Floyd | grown through the branches, as if they split and reconnected to Floyd | themselves as the tree was growing; these also continue all the way Floyd | out to the tiny twigs, shrinking in size as they go. Floyd | Floyd | The tree is nothing like the surrounding vegetation, and seems stunted Floyd | somehow-- though you can't say what creates that impression, with Floyd | nothing to compare it to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Making slow progress, you venture deeper into the forest along the Floyd | nearly-vanished path, ducking under vines and walking through Floyd | knee-deep clusters of fallen leaves and dense ground cover. The ground Floyd | slopes up to your left and down to your right, but you stay relatively Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | The angled roof of the wavy treehouse shades the indistinct Floyd | interior from the beating sun, which sparkles the shimmering leaves of Floyd | the withered tree into amber. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way back to the path is open, and opposite Floyd | that the forest seems to give way to open terrain the way you Floyd | came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "tree" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREE Floyd | Floyd | Like the other one you saw, the tree seems stunted and out of place. Floyd | Spirals of vine sprout from the gnarled trunk and wrap Floyd | tightly around it before spreading out to knobby branches beginning Floyd | just above your head. The branches bifurcate until they end in tiny, Floyd | bare pointed twigs. As the vines spiral around them they sprout Floyd | hundreds of small lemon-yellow leaves. Even more curious is Floyd | that dozens of holes seem to have organically grown through Floyd | the branches, as if they split and reconnected to themselves as the Floyd | tree was growing; these also continue all the way out to the tiny Floyd | twigs, shrinking in size as they go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You climb the rope ladder awkwardly and hoist yourself up into the Floyd | small interior. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Treehouse Floyd | Things are cool and quiet in the shade of the treehouse; the vines and Floyd | overgrowth spill eagerly through the windows as if trying to escape Floyd | from the heat of the day. Floyd | Floyd | A small wooden shelf attached to the trunk supports the clockwork Floyd | head, just above a hammock neatly hung in one Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit from the one-room treehouse is down the rope Floyd | ladder you came in on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "head" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HEAD Floyd | Floyd | The head, which bears a passing resemblance to the strange man, is Floyd | expertly carved from some richly-grained wood. Within the eye sockets Floyd | are two wooden spheres inscribed with two strange symbols. A Floyd | large wooden key on the back looks like it can be wound to Floyd | activate some internal mechanism. Visible joins at the head's right Floyd | ear would seem to indicate it can be moved somehow; the left Floyd | ear, however, is missing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "ear" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EAR Floyd | Floyd | The ear is a remarkable carving, all smooth curves and fine detail. Floyd | Where is it joined to the head is a visible seam, as if the ear can be Floyd | moved somehow. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn ear" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN EAR Floyd | Floyd | The ear rotates as you twist it, and the head's right eye moves with Floyd | it, clunking into place centered on another curious symbol. You Floyd | quickly rotate the ear backwards and forwards and see that there are 9 Floyd | unique symbols it can be set to, before returning it to its original Floyd | position (number 3). Floyd | Floyd | Try typing SET EAR TO 5, for example, to move the ear more Floyd | precisely. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 5" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 5 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Loo. Loo. Loo." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | Seagulls circle lazily above your head, their cries echoing faintly Floyd | through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 1" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 1 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | Birds twitter and small creatures scatter through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Lah. Lah. Lah." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | One at a time, you move through all the symbols around the right ear. Floyd | Each one, it would seem, is a different vowel sound; the missing left Floyd | ear must be used to change the beginning of the sound to something Floyd | other than "L." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 6" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 6 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Luh. Luh. Luh." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | Seagulls circle lazily above your head, their cries echoing faintly Floyd | through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 7" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 7 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Laay. Laay. Laay." Then, wound Floyd | down, the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 8" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 8 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Lee. Lee. Lee." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 9" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 9 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Ly. Ly. Ly." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 2" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 2 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | Seagulls circle lazily above your head, their cries echoing faintly Floyd | through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Leh. Leh. Leh." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 4" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 4 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Loh. Loh. Loh." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO Floyd | Floyd | I couldn't understand that, or the noun you used isn't nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 5" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 5 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | Birds twitter and small creatures scatter through the underbrush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Loo. Loo. Loo." Then, wound down, Floyd | the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | Seagulls circle lazily above your head, their cries echoing faintly Floyd | through the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "set ear to 7" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SET EAR TO 7 Floyd | Floyd | The right ear turns under your hand, catching at each number, until Floyd | the head's right eye shows the proper symbol. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "turn key" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TURN KEY Floyd | Floyd | You wind the large handle several times, then release it. Whirs and Floyd | thunks come from inside the head. The wooden mouth opens and closes Floyd | slightly and lets out a mechanical exhalation that, while crude, is Floyd | clearly distinguishable as a sound: "Laay. Laay. Laay." Then, wound Floyd | down, the mouth stops moving and the sound fizzles out. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Treehouse Floyd | This child-sized house was obviously built with love-- the detailed Floyd | etchings of flowers along the length of the doorjamb, if Floyd | nothing else, speak to that-- but the child for whom it was Floyd | constructed must now be long grown. Greenery overruns every surface, Floyd | vines and leaves blurring the lines of cut boards and straight Floyd | railings. The tree has grown, too, tilting the floor and setting the Floyd | shelves and windows subtly askew. Floyd | Floyd | A small wooden shelf attached to the trunk supports the clockwork Floyd | head, just above a hammock neatly hung in one Floyd | corner. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit from the one-room treehouse is down the rope Floyd | ladder you came in on. Floyd | Floyd | The distant sounds of surf break faintly through the muffling Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "head" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HEAD Floyd | Floyd | The head, which bears a passing resemblance to the strange man, is Floyd | expertly carved from some richly-grained wood. Within the eye sockets Floyd | are two wooden spheres inscribed with symbols; the left (on Floyd | the head's right) shows one of the vowels, while the other symbol must Floyd | be an "L". A large wooden key on the back looks like it can Floyd | be wound to activate some internal mechanism. Visible joins at the Floyd | head's right ear would seem to indicate it can be moved Floyd | somehow; the left ear, however, is missing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You grip the leaf-covered lintel and lower yourself onto the rope Floyd | ladder, quickly descending six or seven rungs to the ground below. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | The angled roof of the wavy treehouse shades the indistinct Floyd | interior from the beating sun, which sparkles the shimmering leaves of Floyd | the withered tree into amber. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way to the path is open, and opposite that Floyd | the forest seems to give way to open terrain the way you Floyd | came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "terrain" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TERRAIN Floyd | Floyd | The ground begins to slope up as you push towards the edge of the Floyd | forest, sweating in the hot sunlight. Finally, you break through the Floyd | edge of the trees into a brighter, more open space. Floyd | Floyd | Volcano Slopes Floyd | The trees fail entirely at this spot, giving way to the smooth brown Floyd | slopes of a tall volcano, fortunately quiet at the moment. A Floyd | few clusters of berry bushes ease the transition into more Floyd | barren terrain above, but the undergrowth twists into an impassable Floyd | thicket down slope. Floyd | Floyd | You could take an easy but long hike up to the volcano's rim, Floyd | or return back to the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rim" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RIM Floyd | Floyd | The slope is steep but lack of obstacles makes it a relatively easy Floyd | climb. Sweltering in the heat of the sun, you rise quickly up the Floyd | slope until at last you stand atop the volcano, on the lip of the Floyd | caldera. Floyd | Floyd | Rim of Volcano Floyd | You shield your eyes from the glare, heat waves shimmering in the Floyd | distance before you, and take in the whole of the island, trying to Floyd | get your bearings. From up here on the volcano's rim, it's the most Floyd | striking features that catch your glance. The distant surf glimmers in Floyd | the light of the sun, while the mountain rises dramatically Floyd | over the landscape, head shrouded in clouds. The east half of the Floyd | island is filled with a dense rain forest. Beneath your feet, Floyd | steep slopes curve down to the volcano's sunlit caldera, Floyd | where pockets of steam rise amid jumbled rocks and moss. There's no Floyd | getting down that side; back the way you came is your only Floyd | option. Floyd | Floyd | Surrounding the island on all sides is deep blue ocean flecked with Floyd | dancing whitecaps, broken only by a distant column of steam Floyd | rising from the water, bent by the winds into a vertical cloud slowly Floyd | merging into the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the muddy dirt on the very lip of the crater is a Floyd | magnificent sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sculpture" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SCULPTURE Floyd | Floyd | Perched precariously on the very lip of the crater is a magnificent Floyd | abstract sculpture carved from some blue crystalline material, a few Floyd | heads taller than you. It seems to show a stylized man, twisted into a Floyd | spiral, both arms stretched to the sky as if he is about to take Floyd | flight. But his feet are hopelessly mired in the mud, and a distorted Floyd | expression of pain, frustration, and rage is carved into his long, Floyd | twisted face as he struggles to free himself. Floyd | Floyd | It's remarkably well-done, the work of a master, even, but a thousand Floyd | minute signs (and, indeed, the subject matter) tell you it wasn't left Floyd | behind by a Wayfarer. It's good, but not enough. Floyd | Floyd | Carved in the side of the sculpture is an inscription. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "inscription" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INSCRIPTION Floyd | Floyd | You recognize some of the letters from the clockwork head in the Floyd | treehouse, but the message is still mostly incomprehensible. Floyd | Floyd | ... -e-a-- Floyd | -o e-a-- ,--ie- -o -o-a-- : lla- Floyd | o- -e-e- -u- ,--i-- e-- -o -e-io- Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "AHA" | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Rim of Volcano Floyd | You shield your eyes from the glare, first pausing for a moment to Floyd | wipe the sweat from your brow, and take in the island vista again. Floyd | From up here on the volcano's rim, it's the most striking features Floyd | that catch your glance. A large, craggy mountain looms up Floyd | into the clouds, hazy blue with distance, and the glimmering curve of Floyd | the distant beach reflects the sunlight like a mirror. The east half Floyd | of the island is filled with a dense rain forest. Beneath Floyd | your feet, steep slopes curve down to the volcano's sunlit Floyd | caldera, where jumbled rocks cause a confusion of lines and Floyd | angles. There's no getting down that side; back the way you Floyd | came is your only option. Floyd | Floyd | Surrounding the island on all sides is deep blue ocean flecked with Floyd | dancing whitecaps, broken only by a distant column of steam Floyd | rising from the water, bent by the winds into a vertical cloud slowly Floyd | merging into the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the muddy dirt on the very lip of the crater is a Floyd | magnificent sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "caldera" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CALDERA Floyd | Floyd | The view across the crater rim and down to the smooth black floor of Floyd | the caldera is fantastic. Wisps of steam rise from points across the Floyd | floor, mostly concentrated at a point beneath you, while across from Floyd | here is a small cinder cone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "steam" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STEAM Floyd | Floyd | About halfway to the horizon, the column of steam must foretell some Floyd | significant geological event taking place under the waves, perhaps the Floyd | precursor to the dormant volcano's successor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "cinder" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CINDER Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Rim of Volcano Floyd | You shield your eyes from the glare, warm air gusting around you like Floyd | blasts from an oven, and take in the island vista again. From up here Floyd | on the volcano's rim, it's the most striking features that catch your Floyd | glance. The distant surf glimmers in the light of the sun, and, like a Floyd | titan, the mountain looms over the island, head shrouded in Floyd | clouds. The east half of the island is filled with a dense rain Floyd | forest. Beneath your feet, steep slopes curve down to the Floyd | volcano's sunlit caldera, where black lava flow stretches Floyd | from slope to slope. There's no getting down that side; back Floyd | the way you came is your only option. Floyd | Floyd | Surrounding the island on all sides is deep blue ocean flecked with Floyd | dancing whitecaps, broken only by a distant column of steam Floyd | rising from the water, bent by the winds into a vertical cloud slowly Floyd | merging into the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Rising from the muddy dirt on the very lip of the crater is a Floyd | magnificent sculpture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mountain" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MOUNTAIN Floyd | Floyd | The mountain is hazy blue with distance. It dominates one corner of Floyd | the island, one side a sheer cliff face, the other tumbling Floyd | treacherously into the sea. The rocky sides are black and smooth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | The deep greens of the forest fill their side of the island, from low Floyd | cliffs running along its eastern boundary to the northern slopes of Floyd | the volcano. At the forest's northern end, a huge ravine separates it Floyd | from the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The forest is a mostly level plateau, except for one Floyd | depression near its eastern side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "depresion" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DEPRESION Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "depression" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DEPRESSION Floyd | Floyd | The deep, circular depression seems unusual in the otherwise Floyd | relatively level topography of the forest. A faint metallic glint Floyd | pokes through the thick vegetation. From this great distance you can't Floyd | make out any further details, or see what's at the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "back" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BACK Floyd | Floyd | Taking one last look around, you head back down the volcano, taking Floyd | giant steps as you let gravity pull you rapidly down to the edge of Floyd | the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Volcano Slopes Floyd | The trees fail entirely at this spot, giving way to the smooth brown Floyd | slopes of the volcano. A few clusters of berry Floyd | bushes ease the transition into more barren terrain above, Floyd | but the undergrowth twists into an impassable thicket down slope. Floyd | Floyd | You could take an easy but long hike back up to the volcano's Floyd | rim, or return to the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bushes" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BUSHES Floyd | Floyd | Close to the ground but with many wide, gently arcing branches, the Floyd | profusion of bushes bears many red berries, about as wide as Floyd | your pinky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "berries" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BERRIES Floyd | Floyd | The berries are plump, the ripest ones a deep crimson, and give Floyd | slightly to your touch. A few are greener and harder, but most seem Floyd | quite ripe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "eat berries" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EAT BERRIES Floyd | Floyd | You pluck a berry from the closest bush and pop it into your mouth. Floyd | The flavor is remarkable: an almost fizzy quality gives way to a Floyd | sweet, tropical taste, and crimson juice stains your fingers red. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Volcano Slopes Floyd | The trees fail entirely at this spot, giving way to the smooth brown Floyd | slopes of the volcano. A few clusters of berry Floyd | bushes ease the transition into more barren terrain above, Floyd | but the undergrowth twists into an impassable thicket down slope. Floyd | Floyd | You could take an easy but long hike back up to the volcano's Floyd | rim, or return to the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | You pass back into the dimmer spaces under the trees. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | The angled roof of the wavy treehouse shades the indistinct Floyd | interior from the beating sun, which sparkles the shimmering leaves of Floyd | the withered tree into amber. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way to the path is open, and opposite that Floyd | the forest gives way to open terrain back the way you came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "path" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PATH Floyd | Floyd | Cutting back along the route you found earlier, you wade through the Floyd | forest undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Spears of light penetrate the forest, yellow-gold spotlights on the Floyd | greenery around you, which sways gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You follow the overgrown path down a slight slope towards a bright Floyd | open area, picking your way over fallen trees and slippery earth, and Floyd | finally emerge from the trees on some grassy mounds at the edge of a Floyd | beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Gleaming white sand almost blinds you as it stretches in a Floyd | great arc around the lagoon. The ocean pounds faintly beneath the Floyd | western horizon, where it meets a vast, unclouded sky, so deep a blue Floyd | your eyes hurt. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also head down to Floyd | where the waves are breaking, or follow a faint path back up Floyd | into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, in the lagoon, you notice the strange man, Floyd | swimming. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand, your shadow Floyd | almost vanished in the noon sun. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waters" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERS Floyd | Floyd | You wade out into the surf. The lagoon is shallow enough that you walk Floyd | quite far before the water climbs past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | Warm seawater surges about your waist as you wade through the lagoon, Floyd | the sand like wet velvet under your feet. The ocean pounds faintly Floyd | beneath the western horizon, the lagoon practically glowing Floyd | as it warms in the sparkling sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is a few swells away, bobbing lazily as he Floyd | floats on his back, eyes closed. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You slosh your way towards the shore, push past the breakpoint where Floyd | the gentle swells tumble over themselves into knee-high waves, and Floyd | finally step back onto the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | A crab wends its way between the boulders, either lost or Floyd | unusually adventurous. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of slippery Floyd | stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crab" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRAB Floyd | Floyd | About the size of your hand, this curious creature scuttles sideways Floyd | along the sand quite nimbly, holding pincers above him and darting Floyd | eyes on long stalks every way it can. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "towards" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TOWARDS Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand. Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man mutters something about "little ones" as he Floyd | heads towards the beach near the rise, leaving the area. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | If you mean the great round boulders, you're not sure where they ended Floyd | up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "water" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATER Floyd | Floyd | The waves are a good distance away, but the tide seems to be flowing Floyd | back in. Floyd | Floyd | The sun hovers just west of the zenith, as if unsure whether it wants Floyd | to start downward. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | If you mean the great round boulders, you're not sure where they ended Floyd | up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Lower Beach Floyd | The tide breaks at your feet, sending warm runners of foam splashing Floyd | around your ankles. The sand is smooth and damp, sprinkled with a Floyd | profusion of shells, small stones, and clumps of seaweed. Floyd | Floyd | A huge and beautiful sculpture of a manta ray, carved from Floyd | some clear crystal, sits on a track running into the waves. Floyd | Floyd | You can hike back up the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade out into the Floyd | ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waters" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERS Floyd | Floyd | You wade out into the surf. The lagoon is shallow enough that you walk Floyd | quite far before the water climbs past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | Warm seawater surges about your waist as you wade through the lagoon, Floyd | the sand like wet velvet under your feet. The ocean pounds faintly Floyd | beneath the western horizon, the lagoon practically glowing Floyd | as it warms in the sparkling sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "lagoon" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LAGOON Floyd | Floyd | The lagoon undeniably captivates the eye, aesthetically perfect in Floyd | some indescribable way. Electric blue water far out to sea fades to a Floyd | creamy neon turquoise as it enters the shallows of the bay, before Floyd | crashing in long foamy runners of surf on the white sand Floyd | beach which rims it. At one end of the bay, a rocky rise of black lava Floyd | tumbles across the sand and into the water, forming a sharp boundary Floyd | and a shocking contrast of color, while the other side is bounded by a Floyd | lower point filled with tidepools and rounded boulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bouldersf surf" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERSF SURF Floyd | Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not Floyd | in that combination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "surf" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SURF Floyd | Floyd | The tide swells around you. Floyd | Floyd | A school of reddish-silver fish dart past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fish" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FISH Floyd | Floyd | The fish dart so quickly through the water that you can only catch Floyd | glimpses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You slosh your way towards the shore, push past the breakpoint where Floyd | the gentle swells tumble over themselves into knee-high waves, and Floyd | finally step back onto the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders stand stoically in the sunlight, their rounded tops Floyd | faintly reflecting the blue of the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | baking in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up towards the edge of the forest. A bank of slippery Floyd | stones stretches towards the wet sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "point" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POINT Floyd | Floyd | You weave through the boulder stand, clambering over a few shorter Floyd | rocks here and there, and eventually break out onto a wet, rocky Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | A rocky point ends here with a cluster of small pools, smooth Floyd | mirrors of the sun above. From here the whole lagoon stretches out Floyd | before you, from the cabin in the center of the beach to the Floyd | mountain and volcano, looming over either end. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pools" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Midday - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POOLS Floyd | Floyd | Clinging precariously to every hollow and bowl in the jumbled rock, Floyd | the pools are placid windows into a world of tiny darting Floyd | creatures and surprising shades of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "creatures" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CREATURES Floyd | Floyd | Bright orange starfish, tiny pastel minnows, and bulbous fingers of Floyd | purple and maroon sea anemones: each tidepool is like a tiny aquarium. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mountain" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MOUNTAIN Floyd | Floyd | The mountain is hazy blue with distance. It dominates one corner of Floyd | the island, one side a sheer cliff face, the other tumbling Floyd | treacherously into the sea. The rocky sides are black and smooth. Floyd | Floyd | The sky overhead is beginning to fill up with dark clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "clouds" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOUDS Floyd | Floyd | They are flying in rapidly from the east, black and ominous. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "volcano" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > VOLCANO Floyd | Floyd | Rising gracefully over the far end of the island, the reddish-brown Floyd | slopes of a volcano shimmer in the distant heat haze. Faint wisps of Floyd | steam rise from its hidden caldera. One whole side of the volcano Floyd | seems to have crumbled in some past eruption, spewing forth the long Floyd | black lava flow that bisects the island and forms the back Floyd | wall of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Dark thunderheads drag cold shadows across the island, gusts of Floyd | sweet-smelling wind trailing behind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "flow" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FLOW Floyd | Floyd | Now black and hardened, this lava flow sliced across the island Floyd | decades or centuries ago, descending from the ruined cone of the Floyd | volcano to the ocean near the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | A rocky point ends here with a cluster of small pools, Floyd | battered and churned by the relentless breaking of waves. From here Floyd | the whole lagoon stretches out before you, from the cabin in Floyd | the center of the beach to the mountain and volcano, Floyd | looming over either end. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You step carefully through the crashing surf back towards the beach, Floyd | stepping around shrinking puddles soaking into the sand, until you Floyd | find yourself among the boulders again. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The rounded boulders rise warm and wet in the sinking sun, smelling of Floyd | sea-kissed stone. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | wetted by the spray of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. The tide Floyd | crashes against a bank of low smooth stones running into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | You leave the boulders behind and walk back to the smooth white sand Floyd | of the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Pristine white sand curves around the lagoon. The ocean Floyd | stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky streaked with fast Floyd | moving clouds. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand back Floyd | into the stand of boulders. You could also wade down Floyd | into the lagoon, or follow a faint path up into dense Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sand" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SAND Floyd | Floyd | Startlingly bright, the beach is smooth and featureless, white curves Floyd | unblemished by imperfections. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You follow the sweeping curve of the beach about halfway around its Floyd | edge, the dripping of moisture from the soaked vegetation around you Floyd | making a gentle chorus. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The sand burns hot under your feet in the afternoon light, forcing you Floyd | closer to the cool damp sand near the waves, and the black cliff of Floyd | the lava flow silently absorbs the heat. Spotless white Floyd | sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away back towards the cluster of boulders Floyd | or the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber up the slipping sand past seaweed and shells at the Floyd | high-water mark, then onto sturdier ground, before finally arriving at Floyd | the building and stepping inside. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "box" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOX Floyd | Floyd | The box is a perfect cube, each side about the length of your forearm, Floyd | carved from interlocking pieces of wood which fit together seamlessly Floyd | without nails or mismatched joins. Intricate carvings cover Floyd | every surface. Salt crusts the lower third, where the wood is swollen Floyd | and discolored. Floyd | Floyd | The top of the cube has swung open, revealing a delicate Floyd | sketchbook, seemingly undamaged. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sketchbook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SKETCHBOOK Floyd | Floyd | You examine the sketchbook carefully, a beautiful handmade thing, Floyd | thick paper pressed from some creamy-tan wood, the spiral binding a Floyd | thin coil of copper-colored metal. On the cover is a handwritten Floyd | inscription. Floyd | Floyd | You flip past several blank pages before reaching one last sketch on Floyd | the notebook's final page, which seems to have been done much later Floyd | than the others. It shows a man sitting watching the sun set over the Floyd | ocean, his back turned and face invisible, holding the comb with the Floyd | two leaping dolphins. The sketch is sloppy, almost careless, but still Floyd | exudes a palpable sense of sadness and regret. Floyd | Floyd | The sketchbook is turned to the last page. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "inscription" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > INSCRIPTION Floyd | Floyd | You recognize some of the letters from the clockwork head in the Floyd | treehouse, but the message is still mostly incomprehensible. Floyd | Floyd | ' .e-il -o-- --u- --u- Floyd | --a -o -e-a- e-- --a ,--a -o-- Floyd | --u- --u- e-il -o -e-a- e-- --A' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | Sand drifts around the open doorway, spilling out in tiny dunes across Floyd | the wooden floorboards disturbed only by your footsteps. Bare, Floyd | water-stained walls frame a small room, empty and abandoned save for a Floyd | manta ray skeleton hanging from one wall; some frayed ropes Floyd | tied to one beam are the only other hint of past furnishings. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "studio" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUDIO Floyd | Floyd | You duck through the small doorway into a windowed porch. Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, The Studio Floyd | High, narrow windows admit steep slants of daylight into the Floyd | studio. The floor is stained with paint and clay, and artisan Floyd | tools litter the surface of a wall-to-wall workbench, though Floyd | everything seems to be under a layer of thick dust, as if undisturbed Floyd | for years. Floyd | Floyd | On the rough plank walls on your left and right, exactly opposite each Floyd | other, hang two spectacular paintings. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit is back to the front room of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "paintings" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PAINTINGS Floyd | Floyd | Which do you mean, 1) the storybook village painting, or 2) the space Floyd | painting? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "storybook" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STORYBOOK Floyd | Floyd | You step up and study the incredible artistry again. Floyd | Floyd | A gently rolling hilltop of lemon-yellow and milky-white wildflowers, Floyd | fantastically profuse, explodes from the surface of this painting. A Floyd | large gathering of smiling people in simple clothes of brown and Floyd | crimson pick the flowers, laughing and smiling: children, parents, Floyd | aunts, grandmothers, all so richly detailed that you can almost hear Floyd | them laughing and calling out to each other. The smell of dusty dry Floyd | pigment somehow suggests the first day of spring, and fresh mountain Floyd | breezes in a sea-blue sky. Beyond the hilltop a storybook village Floyd | basks in late morning haze, thatched roofs and cobbles ringed by Floyd | balding mountaintops, rounded and emerald green. Floyd | Floyd | Carved into the rough-hewn frame is a word in an unfamiliar language, Floyd | though you recognize the symbols from the clockwork head in the Floyd | treehouse: "e--el". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "space" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPACE Floyd | Floyd | You step up and study the incredible artistry again. Floyd | Floyd | A huge translucent sphere hovers in the center of this painting, miles Floyd | wide, reflecting in bulbous crescent the golden light of a warm gold Floyd | and lemon yellow sun. Inside the sphere is a profusion of life: huge, Floyd | gnarled trees growing in all directions without gravity to guide them; Floyd | thick, mossy vines wrapped everywhere and stretching like tiny green Floyd | threads of emerald through moist air; and people dressed in flowing Floyd | silver-crimson gowns and wide sea-blue wings, gliding between gilded Floyd | wooden villages high in the branches of the massive trunks. In the Floyd | distance, more spheres can be seen, floating serenely amidst the jet Floyd | black backdrop shining with a million milky stars. Floyd | Floyd | Carved into the rough-hewn frame is a word in an unfamiliar language, Floyd | though you recognize some of the symbols from the clockwork head in Floyd | the treehouse: "e-eo--". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, The Studio Floyd | High, narrow windows admit steep slants of daylight into the Floyd | studio. The floor is stained with paint and clay, and artisan Floyd | tools litter the surface of a wall-to-wall workbench, though Floyd | everything seems to be under a layer of thick dust, as if undisturbed Floyd | for years. Floyd | Floyd | On the rough plank walls on your left and right, exactly opposite each Floyd | other, hang two spectacular paintings. Floyd | Floyd | The only exit is back to the front room of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "tools" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TOOLS Floyd | Floyd | You can take a full inventory later. At the moment you simply take Floyd | comfort in the knowledge that you will not be stranded here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "windows" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WINDOWS Floyd | Floyd | The roof of the shack extends out beyond the unpaned windows, Floyd | presumably to keep out rain but let in light. Through the windows you Floyd | see the beach, and the black lava flow angling away into the distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You return to the larger front room of the cabin. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | As you emerge, you see that a rain storm has blown in, waves of wind Floyd | and water descending on the island in buckets. Floyd | Floyd | You step back outside into the rain, walking down the beach in the Floyd | direction of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The ocean stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky streaked Floyd | with fast moving clouds dumping buckets of rain. Gleaming Floyd | white sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand, water trickling Floyd | down all around you. Floyd | Floyd | Wading In the Lagoon Floyd | Rain falls, waves surge around your ankles, and thousands of tiny Floyd | raindrop splashes surround you, ensuring a thorough soaking. At least Floyd | it's warm water. The ocean stretches to the western horizon, under a Floyd | grey sky streaked with fast moving clouds dumping buckets of Floyd | rain. Floyd | Floyd | You can wade towards the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade farther out into Floyd | the ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You emerge from the shallow water and hike up the drying beach, Floyd | resigned to getting totally soaked in the downpour, leaving the soft Floyd | crash of the surf far behind. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Spotless white sand curves around the lagoon. The ocean Floyd | stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky streaked with fast Floyd | moving clouds dumping buckets of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon, or follow a faint path up into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "clouds" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOUDS Floyd | Floyd | Buckets of warm rain pour down from the black thunderheads above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "path" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PATH Floyd | Floyd | The forest has mostly reclaimed it, but you can see where a path was Floyd | once cut through the trees here: moss-covered stumps and repositioned Floyd | boulders mark a gently curving line through the vegetation. The path Floyd | connects the beach with the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles as the storm continues. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Sorry, I'm not sure what you meant. Try LOOK to reorient yourself Floyd | to your surroundings, or HELP for more instructions. Floyd | Floyd | Sheets of rain dance through the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Stretching out before you is a breathtaking white sand lagoon Floyd | framed by a cliff of jet-black lava, the glimmering beach forming a Floyd | languid half-moon curve around a shallow bay of deep, rich blue. The Floyd | smell of the sea breeze on your face makes you smile. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon, or follow a faint path up into dense vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You walk back up the path and return to the shade of the forest. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Water dribbles down the fronds and bamboo stands around you, catching Floyd | in tiny pools of leaves or sinking into the moss and turning it a Floyd | deep, full green. The smell of rain and wet earth is thick in the air. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "nap" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NAP Floyd | Floyd | You can only take so many naps in one day, you know. Might as well Floyd | make it to sunset. Floyd | Floyd | Rain buckets down in ceaseless torrents. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Making slow progress, you venture deeper into the forest along the Floyd | nearly-vanished path, ducking under vines and walking through Floyd | knee-deep clusters of fallen leaves and dense ground cover. The ground Floyd | slopes up to your left and down to your right, but you stay relatively Floyd | level. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | As you step around the treehouse in the rain, studying its strange Floyd | curves and patches, you suddenly stop in your tracks. The rain has Floyd | altered the color and texture of its components, and as it falls and Floyd | curves around the wooden rafters and beams it accentuates certain Floyd | details and hides others. You take a step to the left and suddenly you Floyd | see it. Floyd | Floyd | The treehouse is an achingly beautiful sculpture of a woman's face, Floyd | drawn and haggard as in the last stages of some long illness which Floyd | nevertheless cannot hide the charm of her appearance or character. Floyd | Rain curves around the bulge in the wall that is her cheekbone, trails Floyd | down the vines of her hair, and glistens in the specks of quartz that Floyd | are the highlights in her eyes. But only when the light is flattened Floyd | by overcast clouds, only when the rain soaks into the wood and turns Floyd | it the hues of her face, and only standing just at the right spot, is Floyd | she here. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way back to the path is open, and opposite Floyd | that the forest gives way to open terrain the way you came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "path" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PATH Floyd | Floyd | Cutting back along the route you found earlier, you wade through the Floyd | forest undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | Water dribbles down the fronds and bamboo stands around you, catching Floyd | in tiny pools of leaves or sinking into the moss and turning it a Floyd | deep, full green. The smell of rain and wet earth is thick in the air. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You follow the overgrown path down a slight slope towards a bright Floyd | open area, picking your way over fallen trees and slippery earth, and Floyd | finally emerge from the trees on some grassy mounds at the edge of a Floyd | beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Pristine white sand stretches in a great arc around the Floyd | lagoon. The ocean stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky Floyd | streaked with fast moving clouds dumping buckets of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, stretching towards the Floyd | distant rocky rise, while disappearing closer at hand into Floyd | the stand of boulders. You could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon, or follow a faint path back up into dense Floyd | vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, by the middle of the beach, you spot the strange man, Floyd | thinking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye, or change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You follow the sweeping curve of the beach about halfway around its Floyd | edge, shivering as the rainwater soaks through your worn travelling Floyd | clothes. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The ocean stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky streaked Floyd | with fast moving clouds dumping buckets of rain. Spotless Floyd | white sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away back towards the cluster of boulders Floyd | or the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, perched on a boulder, seems deep in thought. Floyd | Floyd | "Wonderful," the strange man says eagerly, throwing back his head in Floyd | the rain. "Nothing better than a brisk afternoon rain shower." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | "Oh well oh, so long, then," the strange man says in surprise as you Floyd | turn to go. Floyd | Floyd | You amble along the soft white sand of the beach, working your way Floyd | around the edge of the bay. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | Rain patters noisily on the old piece of driftwood, and runs in Floyd | dribbles and curtains down the jagged side of the lava flow. Pristine Floyd | white sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the tide is the route to the top of the rise. Sand Floyd | stretches back back towards the center of the beach, and you Floyd | could also wade down into the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "center" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CENTER Floyd | Floyd | You follow the gentle curve of the white sand beach back around till Floyd | you near its center. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The ocean stretches to the western horizon, under a grey sky streaked Floyd | with fast moving clouds dumping buckets of rain. Spotless Floyd | white sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | back to the rocky rise, or you could also wade down Floyd | into the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, perched on a boulder, seems deep in thought. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | The strange man sits on a boulder, seemingly lost in thought. Floyd | Floyd | He seems a bit out of sorts around you, and fixes you with a wink. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The strange man chews his lower lip absently, lost in thought. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | The strange man sits on a boulder, seemingly lost in thought. Floyd | Floyd | He seems a bit out of sorts around you, and fixes you with a wink. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "talk to man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TALK TO MAN Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon Rainstorm - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The beach widens here in the middle of its sweeping curve around the Floyd | lagoon, rising in graceful white dunes to the sudden black slope of Floyd | the old lava flow. Up against the flow is built a log Floyd | cabin, looking long-neglected but still intact. Pristine Floyd | white sand curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | back to the rocky rise, or you could also wade down Floyd | into the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, perched on a boulder, seems deep in thought. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your traveling clothes and a compass. Floyd | Floyd | The rain peters out and the clouds begin to disperse. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "clouds" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLOUDS Floyd | Floyd | The clouds are quickly being carried off westward, revealing a Floyd | reddish-orange evening sky. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber up the slipping sand past seaweed and shells at the Floyd | high-water mark, then onto sturdier ground, before finally arriving at Floyd | the building and stepping inside. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The white glow of the beach through the open door is brilliant; your Floyd | eyes struggle to adjust to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the brightly-lit studio Floyd | or to the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "outside" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUTSIDE Floyd | Floyd | You step back outside into the sunlight, walking down the beach in the Floyd | direction of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The sand burns hot under your feet in the afternoon light, forcing you Floyd | closer to the cool damp sand near the waves, and the black cliff of Floyd | the lava flow silently absorbs the heat. Spotless white Floyd | sand stretches in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man, perched on a boulder, seems deep in thought. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man gets to his feet, stretches, and glances around him, Floyd | bemused. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "flow" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FLOW Floyd | Floyd | The black rock, frozen in mid-tumble, hosts a few tentative green Floyd | shoots and flowers in its maze of nooks and crannies, but the Floyd | vegetation has only begun to reclaim it. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man whistles quietly to himself as he heads Floyd | towards the beach near the rise, leaving the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "man" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MAN Floyd | Floyd | The strange man seems to be on his way somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, you glimpse the strange man making his way from Floyd | the beach near the rise to the top of the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | Startlingly bright, the beach is smooth and featureless, white curves Floyd | unblemished by imperfections. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance by the top of the rise, you notice the strange Floyd | man moving out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You amble along the soft white sand of the beach, working your way Floyd | around the edge of the bay. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | The huge piece of driftwood is dark and dripping with moisture in the Floyd | aftermath of the storm. Pristine white sand curves around the Floyd | lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the tide is the route to the top of the rise. Sand Floyd | stretches back back towards the center of the beach, and you Floyd | could also wade down into the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "rise" | ||
Floyd | Topics: dodge, and problem Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > RISE Floyd | Floyd | You clamber easily over the ancient lava rock, worn smooth by pounding Floyd | surf, till you stand on top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Rain pools in tiny puddles and depressions atop the lava flow, slowly Floyd | evaporating in the warm afternoon light. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble back down to the beach or take Floyd | an easier route down the other side of the flow towards the Floyd | edge of the marsh. You can also hear the sound of a Floyd | waterfall through some heavy fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, you see the strange man heading from the Floyd | edge of the marshlands to the marshlands by the spire. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly the strange man barrels towards you, balancing a huge armful Floyd | of konokuk fruits and heading for the path down the rise. "Look out!" Floyd | he shouts, "coming through!" If you don't dodge, he's going Floyd | to have a problem. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "dodge" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > DODGE Floyd | Floyd | You jump to one side, only just keeping your balance on the edge of Floyd | the lava flow, as Progue tumbles down the path, barely but somehow Floyd | managing to keep the fruits balanced. "Close as close!" he shouts Floyd | back, "thanks!" and is gone. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Rain pools in tiny puddles and depressions atop the lava flow, slowly Floyd | evaporating in the warm afternoon light. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble back down to the beach or take Floyd | an easier route down the other side of the flow towards the Floyd | edge of the marsh. You can also hear the sound of a Floyd | waterfall through some heavy fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waterfall" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERFALL Floyd | Floyd | You push great leafy fronds out of the way, shivering as water drips Floyd | all over you, and after a few moments break into a secluded grove. Floyd | Floyd | Hidden Pool Floyd | Tucked away in a natural bowl stained with sea-blue hues, hidden from Floyd | view, this beautiful pool is fed by a clear Floyd | waterfall cascading down from an overhang above. Steam rises Floyd | from the almost perfectly circular pool, which looks deep enough for Floyd | diving but not so deep that the blue-tinted floor is not visible, and Floyd | leafy green fronds sway gently on all sides, creating a secluded and Floyd | relaxing ambiance. Floyd | Floyd | A rich vein of crumbling sea-blue crystal runs through the Floyd | wall behind the waterfall, staining the rock face and water of the Floyd | pool a brilliant indigo. Floyd | Floyd | A gap in the trees marks the way back to the open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crystal" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRYSTAL Floyd | Floyd | Some rich vein of a brilliant sea-blue crystal slices diagonally Floyd | through the rock here, brought up to the surface from unfathomed Floyd | depths by some past volcanic action. The crystal seems inclined to Floyd | break along hexagonal lines, producing the effect of crumbled Floyd | six-sided pillars. The pounding action of the waterfall has softened Floyd | the edges, and in turn stained the whole wall and tinted the pool Floyd | below a brilliant indigo. Floyd | Floyd | It's the precise shade of Rume's eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pool" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POOL Floyd | Floyd | Tinted with hues of green, the surface of this round pool constantly Floyd | shifts and dances as the waterfall plunges from a mossy overhang. The Floyd | pool looks deep enough for diving under the churning falls, but Floyd | shallows near the far end to a jumble of good sitting rocks a few feet Floyd | below the surface. The water is hot and steaming, simultaneously Floyd | warmed by some scalding source below and cooled by the waterfall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waterfall" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERFALL Floyd | Floyd | Stretching about twice your height above the surface of the pool, the Floyd | waterfall cascades over a natural overhang in the rock, sparkling Floyd | brightly in the sun overhead. Behind and alongside the waterfall, Floyd | lumpy nodes of sea-blue crystal poke out of the rocky earth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Hidden Pool Floyd | Tucked away in a natural bowl stained with sea-blue hues, hidden from Floyd | view, this beautiful pool is fed by a clear Floyd | waterfall cascading down from an overhang above. Steam rises Floyd | from the almost perfectly circular pool, which looks deep enough for Floyd | diving but not so deep that the blue-tinted floor is not visible, and Floyd | leafy green fronds sway gently on all sides, creating a secluded and Floyd | relaxing ambiance. Floyd | Floyd | A rich vein of crumbling sea-blue crystal runs through the Floyd | wall behind the waterfall, staining the rock face and water of the Floyd | pool a brilliant indigo. Floyd | Floyd | A gap in the trees marks the way back to the open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "gap" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GAP Floyd | Floyd | You push your way back through the greenery to the open area beyond. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Rain pools in tiny puddles and depressions atop the lava flow, slowly Floyd | evaporating in the warm afternoon light. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble down to the beach or take an Floyd | easier route down the other side of the flow towards the edge Floyd | of the marsh. The hidden pool lies back through some heavy Floyd | fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, by the beach near the boulders, you spot the strange Floyd | man, hand-standing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "edge" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EDGE Floyd | Floyd | You follow the path down a slight mossy slope slick with rainwater, Floyd | enjoying the unobstructed panorama before you. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Insects drift lazily through the sunbeams over the stumps, washed with Floyd | the summery rays of the afternoon sun. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch back Floyd | up the rise or over to the tiny shack at the base of Floyd | the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bloack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BLOACK Floyd | Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "block.") Floyd | Floyd | The stone seems to be part of a spire that once rose here, of some Floyd | natural material that erodes more slowly than the surrounding rock. Floyd | The part jutting up out of the earth has been roughly hacked into a Floyd | block large enough to stand inside, were it hollow. Floyd | Floyd | Ragged shadows crawl down the sharp slope of the mountain, a ways off, Floyd | as fast-moving clouds cover and hide the sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Afternoon - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | The remains of what once must have been a small copse of trees on this Floyd | bit of grassy land overlook the edge of the marsh. Across the marsh Floyd | rises the sheer cliff, rising to the summit of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch back Floyd | up the rise or over to the tiny shack at the base of Floyd | the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | The rain clouds are dissolving in the late afternoon sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHACK Floyd | Floyd | Keeping the marsh on your right and a bluff overlooking the sea to Floyd | your left, you approach a low mound at the corner of the island, Floyd | topped by the shack. Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | A snail with a pearly-white shell inches along the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "snail" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SNAIL Floyd | Floyd | The shell is a rich, luminous white, faintly iridescent, that seems to Floyd | almost glow in the sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "mechanism" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > MECHANISM Floyd | Floyd | The mechanism is complex yet elegant. A quartz pressure gauge Floyd | marks the spot where a faded blue bamboo pipe, stretching Floyd | half-buried in a line towards the stumps, joins the main mechanism, Floyd | which is topped by an outflow tube. An exquisitely carved Floyd | wood piston drives a system of pulleys, flywheels, and counterweights Floyd | that connect to two thick cables rising up to the mountain's Floyd | summit. A large wood lever is the only visible control. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pipe" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PIPE Floyd | Floyd | Once coated in now-flaking paint, the pipe, about as wide as your Floyd | fist, is made from thick pieces of bamboo sealed together with vines Floyd | coated with sticky tar. Floyd | Floyd | The blue pipe, arriving from the direction of the stumps, Floyd | emerges from the ground running parallel to it, then twists up ninety Floyd | degrees at the shack and connects to the ropeway mechanism via a Floyd | transparent quartz gauge. Floyd | Floyd | A snail with a pearly-white shell inches along the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You walk back along the edge of the marsh toward the stumps, the Floyd | evening light saturating the tropical colors everywhere you look. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Insects drift lazily through the sunbeams over the stumps, washed with Floyd | the summery rays of the evening sun. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down a slight slope into boggier terrain, entering a long Floyd | flat marsh that eventually merges with the ocean off in the distance. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Marsh Floyd | Hot mist hangs like a physical presence over the soaking marshlands, Floyd | as if the tiniest disturbance would cause the evaporating moisture to Floyd | start falling again. A large, craggy mountain looms up into Floyd | the clouds, a ways off. Floyd | Floyd | You could return from here to higher ground, the drier area near the Floyd | tree stumps, or slog through more marsh towards a craggy Floyd | spire or, farther off, the foot of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "spire" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPIRE Floyd | Floyd | (new landmark discovered) Floyd | Hopping from one clump of dry grass to another, you navigate the Floyd | swampy maze to the vicinity of the rocky spire. Floyd | Floyd | Marsh, Near the Spire Floyd | A lone spire of rock reaches from the muck into the sky, Floyd | about three times your height. Affixed to its top is a wooden pole, Floyd | the sole support of the ropeway cable on its long climb up Floyd | the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Farther afield, the foot of the mountain rises abruptly from Floyd | the muck, while in the opposite direction the marsh continues towards Floyd | the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "spire" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SPIRE Floyd | Floyd | A great splinter of rock that must have fallen from the shattered Floyd | mountain long ago rises at a slightly crooked angle from the marsh Floyd | like a giant's bony finger. Floyd | Floyd | Several faint drawings in chalk, faded to near invisibility, Floyd | adorn the base of the spire. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "drawings" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DRAWINGS Floyd | Floyd | You kneel to study the drawings more closely. The simple subjects Floyd | suggest the work of a small child, but still show some skill: a Floyd | rendering of a bulbous frog captures the creature's awkward grace, and Floyd | another of two dragonflies twirling around each other in flight shows Floyd | remarkable details in the delicate wings. One large sketch shows two Floyd | girls holding hands, backs turned, skipping along a beach. Floyd | Floyd | Below the drawings is drawn some writing in a simple, awkward Floyd | hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "writing" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WRITING Floyd | Floyd | You recognize some of the letters from the clockwork head in the Floyd | treehouse, but the message is still mostly incomprehensible. Floyd | Floyd | ?---a- --i- --o-- -'-a-- Floyd | .---o- --i- I .e-o- o- o- --a- I Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Marsh, Near the Spire Floyd | A lone spire of rock reaches from the muck into the sky, Floyd | about three times your height. Affixed to its top is a wooden pole, Floyd | the sole support of the ropeway cable on its long climb up Floyd | the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | Farther afield, the foot of the mountain rises abruptly from Floyd | the muck, while in the opposite direction the marsh continues towards Floyd | the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | The sun sinks through the westward sky, slowly burning towards the Floyd | shades of evening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "foot" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOOT Floyd | Floyd | You pick your way carefully through the marsh towards the cliff face. Floyd | Floyd | Marsh, Near the Cliff Floyd | Hot mist hangs like a physical presence over the soaking marshlands, Floyd | as if the tiniest disturbance would cause the evaporating moisture to Floyd | start falling again. But the marsh ends abruptly here at a sheer Floyd | cliff face, the edge of the imposing mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The marsh stretches away from the mountain towards the lonely Floyd | spire and the distant stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "cliff" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIFF Floyd | Floyd | The cliff rises straight up out of the marsh in a vertiginous climb to Floyd | the summit, as if in some past geologic epoch half the mountain split Floyd | and sunk into the sea. Indeed, a deep crack runs nearly Floyd | straight up from here, harbinger perhaps of further destruction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRACK Floyd | Floyd | About the width of your outstretched hand, the crack runs nearly Floyd | vertically up the side of the cliff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "climb climb" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIMB CLIMB Floyd | Floyd | I couldn't understand that, or the noun you used isn't nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "climb crack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIMB CRACK Floyd | Floyd | You feel the edge of the crack experimentally for handholds. It Floyd | wouldn't be easy, but you might be able to climb the crack up, at Floyd | least a little ways. Floyd | Floyd | Late afternoon gives way to evening as the sun sinks lower in the Floyd | western sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | Flexing your hands, you step anxiously up to the crack, set your first Floyd | handholds, and begin to climb. The ascent is not easy, but you make Floyd | quick progress, and before you know it you have followed the crack all Floyd | the way up to a small ledge, some distance above the marsh below. Floyd | Floyd | Ledge Floyd | No more than a few paces across, this tiny ledge in the cliff face Floyd | offers a vantage of the marshlands stretching back to the coast, the Floyd | chairlift cables arcing high above them, and the lagoon, just visible Floyd | over the edge of the distant lava flow. Floyd | Floyd | Strewn about the ledge are a variety of nicknacks that, along Floyd | with a simple bed of palm fronds, make it immediately obvious Floyd | somebody has made this ledge a sort of home. Floyd | Floyd | The crack goes right through the ledge, bisecting it into two Floyd | neat halves, before continuing both up and down the slope. Floyd | Water ripples down both sides from somewhere high above, Floyd | before vanishing into smaller cracks at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "nicknacks" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > NICKNACKS Floyd | Floyd | Mostly junk: small piles of sea shells, scattered fish bones and Floyd | broken crab legs, bits of rope of various sizes woven from coconut Floyd | husks, and the like. Buried among the remains, however, you do notice Floyd | a small pendant on a leather chain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pendant" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PENDANT Floyd | Floyd | Just a small stone on a leather chain that can be worn around the Floyd | neck. It seems well-worn, as if it has been rubbed nearly to Floyd | smoothness over years. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "bed" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BED Floyd | Floyd | The fronds could do with replacing: they are rotting and the smell is Floyd | most unpleasant. It certainly doesn't look like a very comfortable Floyd | place to sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "water" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATER Floyd | Floyd | The water, coming down in hot steaming curtains, is enough to wet the Floyd | crack completely and form a base for moss and slime to grow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRACK Floyd | Floyd | The crack goes right through the ledge, bisecting it into two Floyd | neat halves, before continuing both up and down the slope. Floyd | Water ripples down both sides from somewhere high above, Floyd | before vanishing into smaller cracks at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are wearing your traveling clothes and a compass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get pendant" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET PENDANT Floyd | Floyd | You slip the small pendant around your neck. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | The crack steepens here and water ripples down from Floyd | somewhere above. It looks like climbing farther will be more Floyd | difficult. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > D Floyd | Floyd | Nervously, you lower your feet back over the edge, gripping your Floyd | handholds tightly. It seems to be a long descent, the marsh spinning Floyd | dizzily far beneath your feet each time you glance down for footholds, Floyd | but slowly it gets closer and closer. When you finally hop the last Floyd | few feet down, the muck of the marsh is good to feel beneath your Floyd | feet. Floyd | Floyd | Marsh, Near the Cliff Floyd | Hot mist hangs like a physical presence over the soaking marshlands, Floyd | as if the tiniest disturbance would cause the evaporating moisture to Floyd | start falling again. But the marsh ends abruptly here at a sheer Floyd | cliff face, the edge of the imposing mountain. Floyd | Floyd | The marsh stretches away from the mountain towards the lonely Floyd | spire and the distant stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You find a path through the wet salty bog to the edge of the marsh. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of the Marsh Floyd | Hot mist hangs like a physical presence over the soaking marshlands, Floyd | as if the tiniest disturbance would cause the evaporating moisture to Floyd | start falling again. A large, craggy mountain looms up into Floyd | the clouds, a ways off. Floyd | Floyd | You could return from here to higher ground, the drier area near the Floyd | tree stumps, or slog through more marsh towards a craggy Floyd | spire or, farther off, the foot of the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You gratefully climb out of the mud and muck of the marsh, emerging Floyd | amongst the drier ground near the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Insects drift lazily through the sunbeams over the stumps, washed with Floyd | the summery rays of the evening sun. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh back down a soggy slope is the sheer Floyd | cliff face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or over to the tiny shack at the base of Floyd | the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shack" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SHACK Floyd | Floyd | Keeping the marsh on your right and a bluff overlooking the sea to Floyd | your left, you approach a low mound at the corner of the island, Floyd | topped by the shack. Floyd | Floyd | Ropeway Base Station Floyd | The ocean off the edge of the dropoff behind the shack glimmers in the Floyd | evening sunlight as it stretches to the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | The ropeway mechanism is motionless, no steam flowing from Floyd | the outlet vent poking through the structure's roof. The Floyd | crate hangs from the cables, swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The only promising route leads back towards the stumps. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "crate" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CRATE Floyd | Floyd | Roughly coffin-shaped, the open crate is scratched and nicked all over Floyd | the inside, where ghosts of sawdust and grime still linger. A Floyd | cross-brace near the support pole connecting the crate to the ropes Floyd | above provides a crude wooden seat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "stumps" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Evening - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STUMPS Floyd | Floyd | You walk back along the edge of the marsh toward the stumps, a feeling Floyd | of quiet tranquility soaking the landscape in the light of the sinking Floyd | sun. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Stumps Floyd | Insects drift lazily through the sunbeams over the stumps, washed with Floyd | the summery rays of the evening sun. Floyd | Floyd | Jutting from the rock near the short drop-off to the sea is a Floyd | roughly-hewn block of grey stone. Floyd | Floyd | Far across the marsh down a soggy slope is the sheer cliff Floyd | face of the mountain. You could also follow the drier stretch Floyd | up the rise or back over to the tiny shack at the Floyd | base of the ropeway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "u" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > U Floyd | Floyd | Climbing back up onto the old lava flow, you once again reach the Floyd | viewpoint from its top. Floyd | Floyd | On the Old Lava Flow Floyd | Black shadows play over black lava in a visual cacophony as the Floyd | slanting light throws the flow into sharp relief. Floyd | Floyd | From here, you could scramble down to the beach or take an Floyd | easier route back down the other side of the flow towards the Floyd | edge of the marsh. The hidden pool lies through some Floyd | heavy fronds opposite the sea. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, in the lagoon, you glimpse the strange man, Floyd | swimming. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You pick your way carefully down the cluster of slippery boulders, Floyd | using handholds to steady yourself, till your feet touch the smooth Floyd | wet sand again. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | Tall, swaying trees -- what the strange man called "konokuk" Floyd | trees, you remember -- rise above you. Gleaming white sand Floyd | curves around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the tide is the route back to the top of the rise. Sand Floyd | stretches back towards the center of the beach, and you could Floyd | also wade down into the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | A wave slowly breaks up the shallow lagoon, sending an undulating line Floyd | of foamy water almost to your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "trees" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > TREES Floyd | Floyd | The knobby brown trunks of the konokuk trees curve gently up to a Floyd | cluster of leafy fronds and hairy brown fruits well above Floyd | your head. Floyd | Floyd | A wave slowly breaks up the shallow lagoon, sending an undulating line Floyd | of foamy water almost to your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fruits" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FRUITS Floyd | Floyd | High near the top of the trees, you can see clusters of round brown Floyd | fruits. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "climb trees" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Sunset - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CLIMB TREES Floyd | Floyd | You grip the leathered trunk of the tree firmly and start shimmying Floyd | up. It's hard work. Sweat ripples your face and your hands become Floyd | tender and slippery. But finally you reach the top of the tree, within Floyd | touching distance of the hairy brown fruits. You manage to Floyd | knock a few loose, before returning to the ground and picking bits of Floyd | bark from your roughened hands tenderly. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | A huge piece of moss-covered driftwood seems to guard this narrow Floyd | strip of sand at the end of the beach, between the waves and a rocky Floyd | rise of hardened black lava that thrusts out into the sea. Tall, Floyd | swaying konokuk trees rise above you, their bases strewn with Floyd | round, brown fruits. Pristine white sand stretches Floyd | in a great arc around the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the tide is the route back to the top of the rise. Sand Floyd | stretches back towards the center of the beach, and you could Floyd | also wade down into the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The sun touches the horizon, sinking slowly into the sea in a Floyd | fiery red spectacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "fruits" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FRUITS Floyd | Floyd | These round hairy spheres, the fruit of the konokuk tree, are about Floyd | the size of your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "get fruits" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GET FRUITS Floyd | Floyd | You heft one of the head-sized fruits in your hands, but decide you Floyd | can probably do whatever you need to do with it here, rather than Floyd | carrying it around. Floyd | Floyd | A gull picks at its feathers with its beak before letting out a loud Floyd | call. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "gull" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GULL Floyd | Floyd | These seem larger and more streamlined than most you've seen, and Floyd | their long yellow beaks are tipped with a vivid indigo rather than Floyd | red. But their cries sound just as you'd expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open fruit" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN FRUIT Floyd | Floyd | You crack one of the fruits open with little effort, revealing a firm Floyd | pink-white pulp and some gooey clear liquid inside. Floyd | Floyd | The twilit sky loses more and more of its vibrant colors as the sky Floyd | falls slowly into night above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "eat pulp" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > EAT PULP Floyd | Floyd | You crack one of the fruits open with little effort, revealing a firm Floyd | pink-white pulp and some gooey clear liquid inside. Floyd | Floyd | The pulp is delicious, with a flavor redolent of peppermint and sea Floyd | salt, and the liquid is warm and nutty. Floyd | Floyd | Another wave breaks on the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Rise Floyd | A huge piece of moss-covered driftwood seems to guard this narrow Floyd | strip of sand at the end of the beach, between the waves and a rocky Floyd | rise of hardened black lava that thrusts out into the sea. The sky and Floyd | the colors of the lagoon are slowly fading in the dimming light, Floyd | framed by the rustling of tropical trees, their green fronds Floyd | casting welcome shadows across the sand. The stillness of the great Floyd | crescent beach is magical in the half-light; the whole Floyd | expanse curving out before you quietly breathtaking. Floyd | Floyd | Opposite the lagoon, the beach is pinched off by black cliffs, but Floyd | near the tide is the route back to the top of the rise. Sand Floyd | stretches back towards the center of the beach, and you could Floyd | also wade down into the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | Almost glowing in the faint light, the beach is smooth and Floyd | featureless, white curves unblemished by imperfections. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "center" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > CENTER Floyd | Floyd | You follow the gentle curve of the white sand beach back around till Floyd | you near its center, watching the sky darken from moment to moment as Floyd | the daylight drains away. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The sky and the colors of the lagoon are slowly fading in the dimming Floyd | light. The stillness of the great crescent beach is magical Floyd | in the half-light; the whole expanse curving out before you quietly Floyd | breathtaking. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | back to the rocky rise, or you could also wade down Floyd | into the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You clamber up the slipping sand past seaweed and shells at the Floyd | high-water mark, then onto sturdier ground, before finally arriving at Floyd | the building and stepping inside. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The cabin's front room is gloomy and indistinct in the dim light that Floyd | filters from outside, still as a tomb. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the dim interior of the Floyd | studio or to the tiny storage room. You can also Floyd | step back outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "storage" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > STORAGE Floyd | Floyd | You step through the doorway into a smaller room at the rear of the Floyd | cabin. Floyd | Floyd | Cabin, Back Room Floyd | Hardly any light filters into this windowless back room. Shapes are Floyd | jumbled and indistinct. Floyd | Floyd | A wide crack in the smoothed wall is filled in by cobblestones near Floyd | the ceiling, and a thick wooden door below. Floyd | Floyd | Other than the door and a pile of smashed wood splinters in a corner, Floyd | the only notable feature is the exit back to the front room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "buttons" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BUTTONS Floyd | Floyd | Each is a circle about the size of one made with a thumb and finger, Floyd | flush with the door but very slightly convex. Stylized symbols are Floyd | inlaid into each one. From left to right, the symbols are Floyd | whale, manta, tree, turtle, Floyd | crab, crystal, berry, seagull, Floyd | bee, spider, mussel, snail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push spider" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH SPIDER Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push snail" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH SNAIL Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push crystal" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Twilight - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH CRYSTAL Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "push mussel" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PUSH MUSSEL Floyd | Floyd | With a gentle snick, the button depresses into the door, then pops Floyd | back out as you release it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OPEN DOOR Floyd | Floyd | You can't see any obvious way to open it: no knob or handle, just the Floyd | row of buttons and the bands of color. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "color" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > COLOR Floyd | Floyd | It's too dark to make out any details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > SLEEP Floyd | Floyd | You're not going to sleep very well on these old warped boards. Floyd | Floyd | The leafy nook at the foot of the tree you painted to reach this place Floyd | springs to mind. It might be comfortable enough for sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | You step back into the cabin's larger front room. Floyd | Floyd | Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The cabin is black in the moonless night, only the dimmest traces of Floyd | starlight spilling in through the open doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The room's sole other feature is the open wooden box Floyd | (containing the sketchbook). Floyd | Floyd | Two smaller interior doorways lead to the dark studio or to Floyd | the tiny storage room. You can also step back Floyd | outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "out" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > OUT Floyd | Floyd | Stepping outside, you discover that the sun has set and the light has Floyd | gone, leaving you in the black of night. Floyd | Floyd | You step back outside into the night, walking down the beach in the Floyd | direction of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The log cabin is barely distinct in the darkness, almost Floyd | swallowed up by the looming lava flow behind it. The Floyd | undulating white sand beach is dim and indistinct under the Floyd | stars, the border between ground and sky defined by the sound of the Floyd | runners of foamy surf reaching almost to your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Gazing up at the sky, you pause for a moment in wonder. Spanning the Floyd | horizon is a fantastic sight-- a silver-orange galaxy, Floyd | glimmering in the night like some vision. You've seen countless night Floyd | skies in your travels, but this certainly counts as one of the most Floyd | spectacular. Floyd | Floyd | The last of the light has faded from the sky, leaving only a rich Floyd | black sky studded with millions of stars and a great swirling Floyd | galaxy. Floyd | Floyd | Far out in the lagoon, bobbing and weaving slowly just under the Floyd | surface of the water, are dozens of pale lights, glowing Floyd | eerily in the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "galaxy" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > GALAXY Floyd | Floyd | Stretching nearly from horizon to horizon, the galaxy is rich with a Floyd | million tiny dots finer than dust grains, streaked through with every Floyd | shade of orange-tinted silver you can imagine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "lights" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LIGHTS Floyd | Floyd | Spread out all across the lagoon, under the surface of the water, are Floyd | dozens of faint, pale glows, bobbing and weaving slowly across the Floyd | bay. From here on the land, you're too far away to tell what they are. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The beach widens here in the middle of its sweeping curve around the Floyd | lagoon, rising in graceful white dunes to the sudden black slope of Floyd | the old lava flow. Up against the flow is built a log Floyd | cabin, looking long-neglected but still intact. Foamy Floyd | breakers lap the shore before you, unbroken save for your own Floyd | footsteps. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away towards the cluster of boulders or Floyd | the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon. The cabin lies back up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand. Floyd | Floyd | Wading In the Lagoon Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your ankles, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | You can wade towards the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade farther out into Floyd | the ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waters" | ||
Floyd | Topics: prevent, and keep Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > WATERS Floyd | Floyd | You wade out into the surf. The lagoon is shallow enough that you walk Floyd | quite far before the water climbs past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your waist, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is a few swells away, bobbing lazily as he Floyd | floats on his back, eyes closed. Floyd | Floyd | "Happy night," he says, looking up and scissoring his arms gently at Floyd | his sides. He frowns, noticing the pendant around your neck. Floyd | Floyd | "Hey now," he says, "that's mine. Give that back." He reaches out his Floyd | hand to take it; you could prevent him or let him Floyd | keep it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "keep" | ||
Floyd | Topics: habit Floyd | You can also say nothing, goodbye, or change the Floyd | subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > KEEP Floyd | Floyd | You return the pendant to the strange man, who shoves it in a pocket, Floyd | muttering grumpily. "I suppose you're just in the habit of Floyd | picking up everything that's not nailed down," he says, "is that it?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "habit" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye, or change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > HABIT Floyd | Floyd | "Hrmph," he says, "well just ask next time, if you don't remind. Was Floyd | there something you wanted to talk about?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd | Topics: listen Floyd | You can also say goodbye, or change the subject. Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > LISTEN Floyd | Floyd | You stay quiet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "goodbye" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | Floyd | > GOODBYE Floyd | Floyd | "See you around!" He kicks a few strokes away from you and stretches Floyd | out his arms, bobbing lazily in the swell. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your waist, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | The strange man is a few swells away, bobbing lazily as he Floyd | floats on his back, eyes closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You slosh your way towards the shore, push past the breakpoint where Floyd | the gentle swells tumble over themselves into knee-high waves, and Floyd | finally step back onto the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Wading In the Lagoon Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your ankles, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | You can wade towards the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade farther out into Floyd | the ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "beach" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BEACH Floyd | Floyd | You emerge from the shallow water and hike up the drying beach leaving Floyd | the soft crash of the surf far behind. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Foamy breakers lap the shore before you, dotted with myriad tiny Floyd | shells and pieces of wood. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, vanishing into Floyd | darkness, while disappearing closer at hand into the stand of Floyd | boulders. You could also wade down into the lagoon, Floyd | or follow a faint path up into shadowy vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you spot the strange man ambling from the Floyd | lagoon to the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "darkness" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DARKNESS Floyd | Floyd | You follow the sweeping curve of the beach about halfway around its Floyd | edge. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Abandoned Cabin Floyd | The log cabin is barely distinct in the darkness, almost Floyd | swallowed up by the looming lava flow behind it. The Floyd | undulating white sand beach is dim and indistinct under the Floyd | stars, the border between ground and sky defined by the sound of the Floyd | runners of foamy surf reaching almost to your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The beach stretches away back towards the cluster of boulders Floyd | or the rocky rise, or you could also wade down into Floyd | the lagoon. The cabin lies up the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Some distance away, you see the strange man ambling from the Floyd | shore to the beach near the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "down" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOWN Floyd | Floyd | You walk down towards the breakers on dampening sand, your feet on the Floyd | ground the only sound in the night's stillness. Floyd | Floyd | Wading In the Lagoon Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your ankles, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | You can wade towards the beach in one of several directions: towards Floyd | the rocky rise, towards the log cabin, or towards Floyd | the beach near the path. You could also wade farther out into Floyd | the ocean waters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "waters" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > WATERS Floyd | Floyd | You wade out into the surf. The lagoon is shallow enough that you walk Floyd | quite far before the water climbs past your knees. Floyd | Floyd | Ocean Waters Floyd | The warm water of the lagoon laps quietly at your waist, faint Floyd | twinkles of the stars and galaxy above mingling with hints of foam. Floyd | Caught between rolling black velvet and the arching black sky, you Floyd | feel strange and unreal. Pale lights weave and bob through Floyd | the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | Short of swimming out to the ocean, the only real places to go are Floyd | back to the beach, or scrambling up towards the rounded Floyd | boulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You slosh your way towards the shore, push past the breakpoint where Floyd | the gentle swells tumble over themselves into knee-high waves, and Floyd | finally step back onto the sand. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders rise from the sand in a confusion of curved shapes, great Floyd | black eggs blotting out the stars on all sides. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | wetted by the spray of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander towards the rocky point, while the beach Floyd | opens up towards the edge of the forest. The tide crashes Floyd | against a bank of low smooth stones running back into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "point" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POINT Floyd | Floyd | You weave through the boulder stand, clambering over a few shorter Floyd | rocks here and there, and eventually break out onto a wet, rocky Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | Tidepools Floyd | A rocky point ends here with a cluster of small pools, Floyd | battered and churned by the relentless breaking of waves. Floyd | Floyd | Dry land snakes back towards the cluster of boulders. There Floyd | is no safe place to enter the ocean from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "pools" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > POOLS Floyd | Floyd | Clinging precariously to every hollow and bowl in the jumbled rock, Floyd | the pools are rimmed with clumps of drying foam, their surfaces Floyd | disturbed every few minutes by rogue waves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "boulders" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > BOULDERS Floyd | Floyd | You step carefully through the crashing surf back towards the beach, Floyd | only the faint light of the stars above showing your way, until you Floyd | find yourself among the boulders again. Floyd | Floyd | Among the Boulders Floyd | The boulders rise from the sand in a confusion of curved shapes, great Floyd | black eggs blotting out the stars on all sides. Floyd | Floyd | Small green mussels cling to the lower edges of the boulders, Floyd | wetted by the spray of the surf. Floyd | Floyd | Sandy paths wander back towards the rocky point, while the Floyd | beach opens up towards the edge of the forest. The tide Floyd | crashes against a bank of low smooth stones running into the ocean. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | You leave the boulders behind and walk back to the smooth white sand Floyd | of the beach. Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | The undulating white sand beach is dim and indistinct under Floyd | the stars, the border between ground and sky defined by the sound of Floyd | the waves, a stone's throw away. Pale lights weave and bob Floyd | through the waters of the lagoon. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, vanishing into Floyd | darkness, while disappearing closer at hand back into the Floyd | stand of boulders. You could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon, or follow a faint path up into shadowy vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, by the beach near the rise, you glimpse the strange Floyd | man, sleeping. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "path" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > PATH Floyd | Floyd | The forest has mostly reclaimed it, but you can see where a path was Floyd | once cut through the trees here: moss-covered stumps and repositioned Floyd | boulders mark a gently curving line through the vegetation. The path Floyd | connects the beach with the forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Sorry, I'm not sure what you meant. Try LOOK to reorient yourself Floyd | to your surroundings, or HELP for more instructions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Beach, Near the Path Floyd | Stretching out before you is a breathtaking white sand lagoon Floyd | framed by a cliff of jet-black lava, the glimmering beach forming a Floyd | languid half-moon curve around a shallow bay of deep, rich blue. The Floyd | smell of the sea breeze on your face makes you smile. Floyd | Floyd | The beach curves gently around the lagoon, vanishing into Floyd | darkness, while disappearing closer at hand back into the Floyd | stand of boulders. You could also wade down into the Floyd | lagoon, or follow a faint path up into shadowy vegetation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You walk back up the path and return to the black interior of the Floyd | forest. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | You can smell and hear the foliage around you more than you can see Floyd | it: the smell of cool earth and growing things, and the sounds of leaf Floyd | rubbing against leaf. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > SLEEP Floyd | Floyd | You lie down on the bed of leaves, comfortably anchored between the Floyd | two tree roots, and rest comfortably on your back, looking up into the Floyd | sea of dancing lemon-yellow leaves above you. Floyd | Floyd | Lulled by the rustling of the leaves above and the quiet sigh of the Floyd | tree, you drift into a deep, bottomless sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~ Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of miniature Floyd | snow-globes filled with tiny anemones and starfish and carelessly Floyd | piled paintings, so dusty and faded they are almost indistinguishable Floyd | from each other, floor to ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility. Floyd | Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room Floyd | and alive with motion. A letter lies near the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "letter" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > LETTER Floyd | Floyd | Written immaculately in dark ink on the inside, in a fine, cursive Floyd | hand, are the words: Floyd | Floyd | Testing, test, test, test. Floyd | Floyd | One two three. How are--- are we--- Floyd | Floyd | Testing. Testing. Te--- Floyd | Floyd | I don't think it's working. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You feel a faint surge of sentience from the presences, somewhere Floyd | distant and asleep. You must find a different tree, it reminds you, Floyd | one that you haven't dreamt under before. Otherwise they cannot learn. Floyd | Each tree helps reveal a different face of your mind... their minds? Floyd | ...that one alone could not see. Floyd | Floyd | The presences fade, but offer you a choice: they can help you sleep Floyd | through the night, or wake you up now, while it's Floyd | still night. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "now" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > NOW Floyd | Floyd | It is done. When you wake, it will be as if no time has passed at all. Floyd | Floyd | The presences fade away, and are gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~the tumble, studio~-~-~ Floyd | The fire roars, stoked high with fresh-chopped wood, its bass growl Floyd | mingling with the laughing soprano crinkles of the stream. Living Floyd | pines form the great beams of the ceiling, their boughs swaying gently Floyd | in invisible breezes and smelling of home and winter. But your Floyd | canvases are gone, replaced by haphazard stacks of carelessly piled Floyd | paintings, so dusty and faded they are almost indistinguishable from Floyd | each other and miniature models of twisted, perforated trees, floor to Floyd | ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The front door of the lodge is shut tight. Vague premonitions Floyd | hint at danger outside, some looming responsibility. Floyd | Floyd | One canvas remains, huge, suspended in the center of the room Floyd | and alive with motion. A letter lies near the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > UP Floyd | Floyd | You move towards the stairs, but as you put your foot on the bottom Floyd | steps it rips in half: paper. Looking up, you see the rest of the Floyd | Tumble is merely a hastily-constructed stage set, designed to seem Floyd | real only from the right angle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "door" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > DOOR Floyd | Floyd | The door swings wide, and behind it sears a burst of blazing light... Floyd | Floyd | You're awake, but hardly any time seems to have passed. It's still Floyd | dark and you're still sleepy. Floyd | Floyd | Overgrown Path Floyd | You can smell and hear the foliage around you more than you can see Floyd | it: the smell of cool earth and growing things, and the sounds of leaf Floyd | rubbing against leaf. Floyd | Floyd | The clearing is dominated by the withered tree, vine-wrapped Floyd | trunk rising from gnarled roots, lemon-yellow leaves springing from Floyd | sinuous branches. At the base of the tree, a leaf-lined nook Floyd | curls invitingly between two gnarled roots. Floyd | Floyd | Though long overgrown with moss and concealed by huge fallen leaves, a Floyd | path was once cut through the vegetation, connecting the Floyd | beach with the deeper forest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "forest" | ||
Floyd ] Lacuna, Night - Chapter two Floyd | > Floyd | > FOREST Floyd | Floyd | Making slow progress, you venture deeper into the forest along the Floyd | nearly-vanished path, ducking under vines and walking through Floyd | knee-deep clusters of fallen leaves and dense ground cover. Floyd | Floyd | Big Tree, Beneath the Treehouse Floyd | The forest is thick and black here, the vague shape of the treehouse Floyd | and vegetation above blocking out the stars. Floyd | Floyd | The rotting rope ladder leads up through the open doorway of Floyd | the treehouse. The way back to the path is open, and opposite Floyd | that the forest gives way to open terrain the way you came. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > SLEEP Floyd | Floyd | You stretch out on the ground and drift into an uneasy sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | * * * * * * * * Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~inside the volcano~-~-~ Floyd | You stand in the center of some huge cavern, miles below the island in Floyd | the fiery roots of the volcano. Waterfalls of lava and explosions of Floyd | steam fill the superheated air with deep red glows and burning chaos. Floyd | Strange shadows dance on the walls, that sometimes remind you of a row Floyd | of glass dolls and sometimes look like stacks of fur hides. From your Floyd | precarious ledge there is no sane way up or down, except perhaps for a Floyd | dark hole near your feet spouting breaths of sulfuric steam. Floyd | Floyd | A river of lava churns slowly past you, bubbling and steaming Floyd | like an ancient fire demon, real and alive. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "lava" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > LAVA Floyd | Floyd | The surface of the lava twitches and dances, fragments of black Floyd | dissolving into cracks of red, yellow, and gold, which slowly fade Floyd | again to blackness. But as you watch the process speeds up, faster and Floyd | faster, until it becomes a multihued blur of fire, so complex you Floyd | almost think you can see patterns in the chaos. Floyd | Floyd | Something tickles the back of your neck, as if someone stands next to Floyd | you. When you turn to look there is nothing, but the feeling of Floyd | presence lingers, strengthens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "presence" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PRESENCE Floyd | Floyd | The presence is satisfied. You do wish to listen, to hear and learn Floyd | more. You sense it gather itself, concentration crinkling the ridges Floyd | of thought as it tries with smoldering intensity to communicate. Floyd | Floyd | Slowly, a concept takes place in your mind, like a long-forgotten word Floyd | on the tip of your tongue, before finally breaking through, and as Floyd | soon as it does you sense its truth. Floyd | Floyd | There is not one presence, but many. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "patterns" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PATTERNS Floyd | Floyd | Everything but the presence has become faded and grey for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | Now that you concentrate it seems obvious: yes, many minds, many small Floyd | whispers, each distinct, but speaking together, all collaborating in Floyd | their attempt to reach you. A handful are nearby, but behind them are Floyd | the shadows of countless more, and some hidden sense suggests that Floyd | distance is very far indeed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "many" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > MANY Floyd | Floyd | It is so terribly slow, this communication, but another concept begins Floyd | to come to you, a bubble rising through cold molasses. Floyd | Floyd | These minds speak to each other in the same way they speak to you. The Floyd | reason it is so difficult to reach you is that... Floyd | Floyd | No, you can't quite grasp it. It's too hard. As if their minds are so Floyd | different from yours that even the simplest... Floyd | Floyd | Ah. That's it. That's it exactly. Only in dreams, when your mind is Floyd | open to the slightest hint of suggestion, can they reach you now. Floyd | Slowly your mind and theirs are learning to sense each other, to Floyd | communicate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | Everything but the presence has become faded and grey for the moment. Floyd | Floyd | And slowly you become aware of something else. These minds exist only Floyd | as minds, in some abstract civilization of pure thought. The first one Floyd | like you they tried to reach... Floyd | Floyd | The first? Floyd | Floyd | But already the minds fade, and moments later, they are gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > L Floyd | Floyd | ~-~-~inside the volcano~-~-~ Floyd | You stand in the center of some huge cavern, miles below the island in Floyd | the fiery roots of the volcano. Waterfalls of lava and explosions of Floyd | steam fill the superheated air with deep red glows and burning chaos. Floyd | Strange shadows dance on the walls, that sometimes remind you of a row Floyd | of glass dolls and sometimes look like cans of paint. From your Floyd | precarious ledge there is no sane way up or down, except perhaps for a Floyd | dark hole near your feet spouting breaths of sulfuric steam. Floyd | Floyd | A river of lava churns slowly past you, bubbling and steaming Floyd | like an ancient fire demon, real and alive. Floyd | Floyd | On a nearby wall of polished black lava, you notice the steam Floyd | coalescing into strange shapes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "shapes" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > SHAPES Floyd | Floyd | As you stare at the shapes, you realize the steam is condensing onto Floyd | the black surface in the shape of letters, some script Floyd | unknown to you, but strangely you find you can understand it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "letters" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > LETTERS Floyd | Floyd | You step closer and read the message: Floyd | Floyd | What? Yes, we're transmitting. Shh. Hello? Ah. Fantastic. The Floyd | Beast still works after all these years, it would seem. Well, there's Floyd | not much time. We can only hack the signal for so long before... but Floyd | listen to me, dithering. Greetings. Sincerest of greetings, whoever Floyd | you are. Floyd | Floyd | Let me be brief. These dreams you're having are dangerous. Don't Floyd | believe everything you hear and see. There may be, well, motives at Floyd | play, ulterior and otherwise. They may not have your best interests in Floyd | mind. Floyd | Floyd | Don't trust them. They've been using people like you for thousands Floyd | of years. Yes, yes, who are "they" and all that... there's no time to Floyd | get into details, but soon we'll be able Floyd | Floyd | You watch for a long moment, but no further letters appear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "hole" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > HOLE Floyd | Floyd | The hole, just wide enough for you to enter, heads steeply Floyd | down and immediately vanishes into solid black heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "patterns" | ||
Floyd ] Floyd | > Floyd | > PATTERNS Floyd | Floyd | Despite the heat, you find yourself drawn closer and closer to the Floyd | lava. The patterns become more and more distinct. You reach out a hand Floyd | and suddenly they pull you in, under the surface, heat stabbing into Floyd | your eyes and straight back into your memory... Floyd | Floyd | {(*memory*)} Floyd | Floyd | {-(* Big Tree, In The Branches *)-} Floyd | The hammer in your hand sends jolts up your arm as you pound the next Floyd | board carefully into place. The treehouse is slowly taking Floyd | shape around you, and not even an afternoon rain shower will keep you Floyd | from finishing it. A place for the girls to come for a span, when they Floyd | need time alone. Or you do. Floyd | Floyd | Around you, water drips down from leaves, the remnants of the rain Floyd | shower, and wet breezes rustle the yellow leaves of the Floyd | windsigh, harmonic tones singing something strange, and so Floyd | much the pleasant. No, this island is not what you trickling Floyd | expected. But mayhaps you and the couplets can find healing here. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The girls are playing some game down on the ground, dimly Floyd | visible through the branches and yellow leaves. Floyd | Floyd | {(*Progue*)}> | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "girls" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > GIRLS
Floyd |
Floyd | Your daughters are on the ground beneath you, playing quietly near the
Floyd | writhing roots of the windsigh. You wish you could hear them laugh
Floyd | again, like they used to before you came here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Phoebe {(*phoebe*)} and Lethe {(*lethe*)} --
Floyd | your beautiful girls. And now when you look all you see is their
Floyd | mother.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "treehouse" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > TREEHOUSE
Floyd |
Floyd | You have always thought and membered with your hands. In the past few
Floyd | weeks it is as if you've been trying to drown out all other thoughts:
Floyd | first the cabin, then the safety door, now this treehouse. And you
Floyd | have. Drowned them out. So far.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "phoebe" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > PHOEBE
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)(*your daughter Phoebe*)}|{(*Phoebe*)(*dad*)}
Floyd |
Floyd | {-(* Underneath The Big Tree *)-}
Floyd | You are lost in thought, lying on your back on a carpet of wet leaves,
Floyd | watching hundreds of water droplets fall from them towards and around
Floyd | you, imagining you are floating through space, some infinite
Floyd | lemon-yellow space. You are not thinking about mother, for a change,
Floyd | or about your friends and house and school that you'll never see
Floyd | again. It's just that lying in this spot, letting your mind wander,
Floyd | you find a strange sensation sometimes creeps over you. Like someone
Floyd | trying very hard to speak to you, only they don't know how to talk.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dad is up in the tree working on the stupid treehouse, and
Floyd | your sister fidgets restlessly near the path down to
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Lying abandoned on its side near the base of the tree is the old
Floyd | teaching head.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "head" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
Floyd | > HEAD
Floyd |
Floyd | Dad keeps telling you to take better care of it. It's one of the few
Floyd | things that came with you when you came here, since dad made it, you
Floyd | guess. You and Laylay both learned your letters years ago, so it
Floyd | doesn't get much use any more.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "lethe" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)}>
Floyd | > LETHE
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Phoebe*)(*Laylay*)}|{(*Lethe*)(*your sister Phoebe*)}
Floyd |
Floyd | {-(* Underneath The Big Tree *)-}
Floyd | Your sister doesn't want to do anything, and you're getting bored,
Floyd | watching the rain spiral down the windsigh as you try to decide what
Floyd | to do next. You can't really go exploring without Phoebe, and dad
Floyd | won't let you go swimming alone either, and it's too rainy to go
Floyd | down to the beach. You hate this place sometimes. You wish
Floyd | mom were here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dad is up in the branches above, still working on your
Floyd | treehouse, and your sister is lying on the ground nearby,
Floyd | pretending to ignore you.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "dad" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
Floyd | > DAD
Floyd |
Floyd | Your daddy {(*progue*)} tries so hard to make you and
Floyd | Phoebe feel loved, but you know something you will never tell either
Floyd | of them. He loved mom more than either of you, and always will.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "progue" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)}>
Floyd | > PROGUE
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Lethe*)(*dad*)}|{(*Progue*)(*your daughter Lethe*)}
Floyd |
Floyd | {-(* Big Tree, In The Branches *)-}
Floyd | The hammer in your hand sends jolts up your arm as you pound the next
Floyd | board carefully into place. The treehouse is slowly taking
Floyd | shape around you, and not even an afternoon rain shower will keep you
Floyd | from finishing it. Around you, water drips down from leaves, the
Floyd | remnants of the rain shower, and wet breezes rustle the yellow leaves
Floyd | of the windsigh, harmonic tones singing something strange,
Floyd | and so much the pleasant. No, this island is not what you
Floyd | trickling expected. But mayhaps you and the couplets can find healing
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The girls are playing some game down on the ground, dimly
Floyd | visible through the branches and yellow leaves.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "windsigh" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > WINDSIGH
Floyd |
Floyd | It's a good tree for a treehouse.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "treehouse" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > TREEHOUSE
Floyd |
Floyd | You have always thought and membered with your hands. In the past few
Floyd | weeks it is as if you've been trying to drown out all other thoughts:
Floyd | first the cabin, then the safety door, now this treehouse. And you
Floyd | have. Drowned them out. So far.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| Binder says, "OK, I'm braned out. Went in circles there trying to find the manta to go out at night and see the glowing stuff or find some button which has a black representative on the island." | |
| Binder says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > SAVE
Floyd | %% Enter a save filename to write:
Floyd ]
Floyd | > SAVEOk.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| ||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "cfnobrane" | ||
Floyd ]
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
Floyd | > CFNOBRANE
Floyd |
Floyd | You used either a verb or a keyword I don't recognize, at least not
Floyd | in that combination.
Floyd |
Floyd | {(*Progue*)}>
| Binder says, "Oh i guess I got the default cf12 filename" | |
| Binder slams the cover on the piano and runs off stage. | ||
