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Like ClubFloyd, the idea behind NightFloyd is that a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. |
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NightFloyd Transcript:
Like ClubFloyd, the idea behind NightFloyd is that a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. |
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load tobysnose" | ||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Now that everyone is here," says Sherlock Holmes, "I'll ask that you Floyd | please lock the door, inspector, and pocket the key. Nobody should exit Floyd | this room under any circumstances. A murderer is in our company." Floyd | Floyd | Toby's Nose Floyd | A Study in Scent by Chandler Groover Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 150401 / Inform 7 build 6L38 (I6/v6.33 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Drawing-Room Floyd | The suspects have gathered and are disposed about the room in various Floyd | attitudes. Captain Argente is leaning with one elbow propped against Floyd | the fireplace mantel. Lady Argente is sitting beside the bay window, Floyd | crocheting despite the occasion. Lily Argente and Vivienne Lavoux have Floyd | occupied the sofa, and Jerald Argente is standing with his arms Floyd | crossed. Floyd | Floyd | The butler has stationed himself next to the curiosity cabinet. The Floyd | gardener has stationed himself next to the butler. Floyd | Floyd | Inspector Reines is at the doorway. Watson is seated at a small round Floyd | table. Holmes is in the center, as always, and you are on your leash, Floyd | of course. Floyd | Floyd | The dead body is sprawled on the carpet. Floyd | | Doug asks, "what time did you want to start?" | |
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Five, ten minutes?" | ||
| Doug says, "oh, sure. thought you usually started at 10 or 10:30" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, tenish." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Which is in 13 minutes." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah, make a tea, coffee, other beverage." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | >Drawing-Room Floyd | The suspects have gathered and are disposed about the room in various Floyd | attitudes. Captain Argente is leaning with one elbow propped against Floyd | the fireplace mantel. Lady Argente is sitting beside the bay window, Floyd | crocheting despite the occasion. Lily Argente and Vivienne Lavoux have Floyd | occupied the sofa, and Jerald Argente is standing with his arms Floyd | crossed. Floyd | Floyd | The butler has stationed himself next to the curiosity cabinet. The Floyd | gardener has stationed himself next to the butler. Floyd | Floyd | Inspector Reines is at the doorway. Watson is seated at a small round Floyd | table. Holmes is in the center, as always, and you are on your leash, Floyd | of course. Floyd | Floyd | The dead body is sprawled on the carpet. Floyd | Floyd | "Now, ladies and gentlemen, here are the facts," Holmes begins. "At Floyd | five o'clock this morning, Gerald Argente was discovered dead in his Floyd | current situation by you, sir, when you entered the drawing-room to Floyd | light the fire." Floyd | Floyd | "That is correct," replies the butler. Floyd | Floyd | "You were also the last person to see Gerald Argente alive yesterday Floyd | evening when he ordered the brandy still decanting at this moment on Floyd | the table." Floyd | Floyd | "That is also correct." Floyd | Floyd | "Did he enjoy biscuits?" Floyd | Floyd | "Biscuits?" Floyd | Floyd | "There is a biscuit-box on the table next to the brandy." Floyd | Floyd | "Well, I should think," says the butler dryly, "that everyone enjoys a Floyd | good biscuit." Floyd | | genericgeekgirl asks, "Nowish?" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "about" | ||
Floyd | >Your nose is an extraordinary organ. It can smell, and keep smelling, Floyd | and keep smelling smells within smells. In fact, since you'll be doing Floyd | so much smelling, simply entering S works as a shortcut for SMELL. Floyd | Floyd | You may not be able to collect physical evidence, but you'll always Floyd | remember important clues in your mental inventory once you've smelled Floyd | them. Floyd | Floyd | When you think you've figured out the murderer, then Holmes wants you Floyd | to BARK AT (somebody) to indicate their guilt. Scotland Yard will take Floyd | over from there. Floyd | Floyd | The drawing-room is filled with sights and scents, and some are Floyd | references. You could toggle FOOTNOTES ON to see their sources, but Floyd | then that might spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd | >Half spaniel and half lurcher, long-haired, lop-eared, with a clumsy Floyd | waddling gait, you might not curry favor at the kennel club, but Holmes Floyd | would rather have your help than he would all the detectives in London. Floyd | Floyd | "You'll excuse me if I fail to appreciate why there is a dog in my Floyd | drawing-room," interrupts Lady Argente. "It seems entirely unnecessary, Floyd | not to mention unsanitary." Floyd | Floyd | "I will excuse you, madam. Ignorance should always be answered with Floyd | compassion. The dog in question is none other than the great Toby. He Floyd | has sniffed out more criminals in his day than most policemen could Floyd | hope to catch in a career. That is because I have trained him myself." Floyd | Floyd | "Of course," the captain says, "any measure that you deem important to Floyd | solve this nightmare will have our full support. But when you say a Floyd | murderer is in our company, what do you mean?" Floyd | Floyd | "Just that." Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell me" | ||
Floyd | >You had better wait for Holmes to finish before you start sniffing Floyd | around. Floyd | Floyd | "What codswallop!" exclaims Jerald Argente. "We might have Floyd | disagreements, but we're all family here! Even the servants! Are you Floyd | saying that we'd kill our own?" Floyd | Floyd | "What I am saying is that I've investigated the house and the grounds, Floyd | I've examined the body, and I've determined that no stranger has Floyd | visited within the past forty-eight hours. Your brother died between Floyd | eleven o'clock last night and five o'clock this morning. Those are the Floyd | facts." Floyd | Floyd | "Then... what would you have us do?" asks Vivienne Lavoux. "You are Floyd | saying that we cannot trust each other..." Floyd | Floyd | "As if we ever have," mumbles Lily. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sherlock" | ||
Floyd | >Holmes is Holmes. His face is gaunt, his frame athletic, his hairline Floyd | receding. Every tendon in his body is taut with energy and his eyes Floyd | flash with an intelligence that he alone can estimate. He is not Floyd | wearing his cap today and his lapels are dusted with ash. Floyd | Floyd | "You need not trust each other," Holmes replies. "Only trust me, and Floyd | trust me when I tell you that my dog has a nose second to none other. Floyd | I've already gathered enough evidence to form a strong hypothesis. Now Floyd | Toby here will make the final test." Floyd | Floyd | "How'll he manage that?" inquires the gardener. "Can he sniff out guilt Floyd | or has he got a scent to find? You can only rely on an animal's Floyd | insticts so much, detective." Floyd | Floyd | "I could not agree with you more, especially considering that we humans Floyd | are animals too. But never fear. Toby will have a solid lead to track." Floyd | Floyd | With that, Holmes unfurls a ribbon, dangling it aloft for everyone to Floyd | see. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell ribbon" | ||
Floyd | >You had better wait for Holmes to finish before you start sniffing Floyd | around. Floyd | Floyd | "I discovered this ribbon on the property today," Holmes explains. "As Floyd | you'll note, it has seen better times. The fabric is bloody and torn. Floyd | Once Toby has a whiff, its scent should take him straight to the Floyd | culprit." Floyd | Floyd | Holmes lowers the ribbon to your level, all eyes following. Floyd | Floyd | "Now remember, Toby," he tells you, "once you've decided on your man -- Floyd | or your woman -- just give a good resounding bark at them, but take Floyd | your time. Make sure you've got it right. You'll have a treat if you Floyd | can help us catch the murderer." Floyd | Floyd | The magic words have been spoken! Floyd | Floyd | A treat! Floyd | Floyd | You had better start sniffing around if you're ever going to unravel Floyd | this whodunnit before dinnertime. If you need any pointers on how your Floyd | nose works, then ABOUT should do the trick. Floyd | | genericgeekgirl says, "Treats!" | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell ribbon" | ||
Floyd | >You smell blood, naturally, but also faint incense. Floyd | Floyd | When Holmes discovered this ribbon earlier today, you were accompanying Floyd | him around the grounds outside. In fact, you smelled it long before he Floyd | found it, but to his credit he didn't need you to point it out. Floyd | Floyd | "What's this?" he had said, stooping to examine an otherwise Floyd | unremarkable spot. Floyd | Floyd | "It's only a ribbon," said Watson. "Someone must have dropped it, or Floyd | perhaps it was torn from an outfit and the wearer didn't notice? It's Floyd | probably inconsequential." Floyd | Floyd | "Nonsense, doctor! All things are consequential! And you're wrong when Floyd | you say only a ribbon. This ribbon is much more than that." Floyd | Floyd | "What else more?" Floyd | Floyd | "Evidence!" Floyd | | ||
| zarf arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell me" | ||
Floyd | >You smell like yourself, which is an assessment more impressively Floyd | exact than most humans would be able to appreciate. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell biscuits" | ||
Floyd | >Wheat flour, malt extract, honey, and a tinny odor imparted from the Floyd | biscuit-box. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell brandy" | ||
Floyd | >You know it's an expensive brandy, not because it smells especially Floyd | good, but simply because it's in this household. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drink brandy" | ||
Floyd | >There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick brandy" | ||
Floyd | >Your nose would be more useful here. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell body" | ||
Floyd | >It only takes a few hours for death to infuse a fresh corpse, and in Floyd | this case its conquest is complete. But mingled with Gerald Argente's Floyd | decomposition, you can still smell the drink on his tongue. The furs Floyd | bordering his robe are also particularly musky. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell furs" | ||
Floyd | >Inside a pocket, nestled deep within Gerald Argente's musky robe, you Floyd | smell a flask. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell flask" | ||
Floyd | >An eye-watering aroma from rectified alcohol fills the flask. Floyd | | ||
| Sequitur arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell captain" | ||
Floyd | >It is foxhunting season, and although the captain has now been back in Floyd | residence at the house for at least the past week, you can still smell Floyd | the hunt he took part in before he returned. Floyd | | DavidW says, "You can, of course, examine things before Holmes gives us the go ahead to start smellin'." | |
| Sequitur has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell lady" | ||
Floyd | >The scents that waft about Lady Argente are those scents that would Floyd | waft about a lady at her toilette, which is where the captain's wife Floyd | must wile away her days, primping herself before a vanity mirror. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bite lady" | ||
Floyd | >You were trained not to bite. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell lily" | ||
Floyd | >It would not surprise you to learn that Lily Argente rarely strays Floyd | outdoors, and indeed the scents most pervasive about her are those Floyd | obtained from long periods immersed in books. But underneath these Floyd | library aromas is another: gravesoil. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell gravesoil" | ||
Floyd | >Old gravesoil from a cemetery long neglected. Floyd | | DavidW says, "Don't forget, you can smell within smells." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell vivienne" | ||
Floyd | >Miss Lavoux has been a guest in the Argente household for at least the Floyd | past month, and the scents most connected with her lead your nose to Floyd | the quarters where she has installed herself for the foreseeable Floyd | future. Floyd | | genericgeekgirl says, "I have been." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell books" | ||
Floyd | >That welcoming scent emanating from a well stocked library always Floyd | invites you to sniff through its shelves, just as the titles on those Floyd | shelves must invite Lily Argente to pull volume after volume from her Floyd | family's impressive collection. You can smell the bookcases towering Floyd | around her, and the armchair where she reclines to devour her selected Floyd | texts, and even a little octavo that she has forgotten on the nearby Floyd | footstool. Floyd | | genericgeekgirl says, "But first i want to take in all the things." | |
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell jerald" | ||
Floyd | >You have never met a man more liberally perfumed. But no perfume, Floyd | however cloying, could completely mask the stench from the city Floyd | boulevards that still lingers about Jerald Argente's boots. Floyd | | Doug says, "sorry, I'm still catching up" | |
| DavidW says, "That'll take a while. LOTS of things." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell city" | ||
Floyd | >The city boulevards teem with human and animal filth seeping from Floyd | cesspools beneath overcrowded tenements. There are carriages rolling Floyd | through the muck, and bone-pickers scavenging, and the riverbanks are Floyd | stratified with sewage replenished during each high tide. Apparently Floyd | Jerald Argente has been frequenting establishments along the polluted Floyd | waterfront. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell butler" | ||
Floyd | >Brandy is the first note you detect, followed by similiar liqourish Floyd | odors from the cellar where the butler must have procured Gerald Floyd | Argente's final request. You can also smell a tang that you recognize Floyd | as silver-polish. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell silver-polish" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell incense" | ||
Floyd | >One of the butler's chief responsibilities is maintaining the Floyd | household silver. It is kept locked away in the pantry until the family Floyd | requires it to be brought out during mealtimes. Floyd | Floyd | >Cinnamon and sandalwood and cloves. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell reines" | ||
Floyd | >Inspector Reines smells the same as every other inspector you've Floyd | encountered: like Scotland Yard. As a presence at this crime scene, he Floyd | is more a government apparatus than a person. Floyd | | Doug says, "on second thought maybe I'd better sit this out. too far behind now." | |
| DavidW says (to Doug), "no no" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hop in and smell some things." | ||
| DavidW says, "Barely started." | ||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Smell ALL THE THINGS." | ||
| Doug says, "I'm still on "smell me"" | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell crochet" | ||
Floyd | >The scents that waft about Lady Argente are those scents that would Floyd | waft about a lady at her toilette, which is where the captain's wife Floyd | must wile away her days, primping herself before a vanity mirror. Floyd | | ||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell toilette" | ||
Floyd | >Lady Argente's vanity mirror hangs above a great dressing-table, its Floyd | sides riddled with drawers and its surface forested with phials and Floyd | glass jars. There is also a dish filled with crystallized ginger for Floyd | her to nibble as she dabbles with her cosmetics. Floyd | Floyd | "I cannot countenance this violation!" Lady Argente had exclaimed when Floyd | Holmes began studying the glass jars earlier that day. "You may have Floyd | been given free rein to search the house, but no motive apart from Floyd | prurience could lead you to rifle through a lady's personal effects!" Floyd | Floyd | "Madam," Holmes had replied, "if you think that no secrets can be Floyd | hidden in a lady's personal effects, then you are no lady. And not a Floyd | man either." Floyd | Floyd | "How impudent!" Floyd | Floyd | "What my colleague means to say," Watson had rushed to explain, "is Floyd | that nothing is too unimportant to investigate at a crime scene." Floyd | Floyd | "Then has my boudoir now become a crime scene? I can assure you, Floyd | gentlemen, that nothing salacious takes place in this boudoir at all! Floyd | And certainly nothing as salacious as murder! Your attentions would be Floyd | better directed toward the actual crime scene in the drawing-room, Floyd | which is where I shall retire to await your most esteemed analysis." Floyd | Floyd | "For some reason," Watson had said after she left, "I don't think that Floyd | Lady Argente has a very happy marriage." Floyd | | Doug asks, "also, what is a lurcher?" | |
| DavidW says, "These flashbacks aren't repeated." | ||
| DavidW says (to Doug), "A breed of dog." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Has the mud stopped?" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh. I guess not." | ||
| Doug says, "an impet of ginger!" | ||
| Doug says, "ok, caught up." | ||
| Doug asks, "why isn't Floyd printing our commands?" | ||
| DavidW says, "I haven't seen anything from Floyd since you asked about a lurcher." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | >Drawing-Room Floyd | The suspects have gathered and are disposed about the room in various Floyd | attitudes. Captain Argente is leaning with one elbow propped against Floyd | the fireplace mantel. Lady Argente is sitting beside the bay window, Floyd | crocheting despite the occasion. Lily Argente and Vivienne Lavoux have Floyd | occupied the sofa, and Jerald Argente is standing with his arms Floyd | crossed. Floyd | Floyd | The butler has stationed himself next to the curiosity cabinet. The Floyd | gardener has stationed himself next to the butler. Floyd | Floyd | Inspector Reines is at the doorway. Watson is seated at a small round Floyd | table. Holmes is in the center holding a bloody ribbon, and you are on Floyd | your leash, of course. Floyd | Floyd | The dead body is sprawled on the carpet. Floyd | | Doug asks, "this whole game, Floyd has been printing ">" at the beginning of each command output, but doesn't he usually print the command (in all caps) after the ">" ?" | |
| DavidW says, "oh. hm. Yeah, I dunno what's happened there." | ||
| Doug | A Lurcher is not a specific dog breed; it is a type of dog. By definition, a Lurcher is a Sighthound cross, most often part Greyhound. | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell carpet" | ||
Floyd | >The spilled brandy is overpowering. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell mantel" | ||
Floyd | >Countless fires in the grate below have imbued the mantelpiece with a Floyd | permanent sooty aroma. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell sofa" | ||
Floyd | >Some crumbs seem to be lodged between the cushions. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "eat crumbs" | ||
Floyd | >You might give it a go if you could but you can't. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell crumbs" | ||
Floyd | >These crumbs must have originated from the biscuit-box. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s biscuit-box" | ||
Floyd | >Apart from its tinny odor, the biscuit-box still has lingering scents Floyd | from the confectionery. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s confectionery" | ||
Floyd | >These digestive biscuits must have been displayed on the same shelf as Floyd | some chocolates. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s chocolates" | ||
Floyd | >Why must something so dangerous smell so delectable? Floyd | | Doug says, "oh right, chocolate kills dogs" | |
| Doug says, "now I'll wait for ggg to catch up :)" | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s rectified alcohol" | ||
Floyd | >Its proof must be astronomically high. It dehydrates your nostrils and Floyd | makes determining any ingredient apart from lemon next to impossible. Floyd | | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s lemon" | ||
Floyd | >St Teresa lemons, if you aren't mistaken. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s st teresa" | ||
Floyd | >St Teresa lemons, if you aren't mistaken. Floyd | | Doug smells genericgeekgirl. | |
| DavidW asks, "Perhaps waft some smelling salts?" | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell incense" | ||
Floyd | >Cinnamon and sandalwood and cloves. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell cloves" | ||
Floyd | >Elegance. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell cinnamon" | ||
Floyd | >Pleasure. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell sandalwood" | ||
Floyd | >Refinement. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell MURDER" | ||
Floyd | >Death is all around you. Floyd | | DavidW says, "huh. I never thought to smell those individual incense ingredients." | |
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell pleasure" | ||
Floyd | >Cinnamon. Floyd | | DavidW says, "hee" | |
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell smelling" | ||
Floyd | >That doesn't seem important for the mystery afoot. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell nose" | ||
Floyd | >Smelling your own nose presents physiological knots that you aren't Floyd | prepared to untangle at the moment. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell sherlock" | ||
Floyd | >The first thing you smell about Holmes is the ribbon he's holding, but Floyd | only because he's called your attention to it. Tobacco is truly his Floyd | most noticeable aroma, which you always associate with home: 221B Baker Floyd | Street. You can also smell notepaper tucked somewhere behind his Floyd | ash-dusted lapels. Floyd | | ||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell notepaper" | ||
Floyd | >From what you can manage to smell, the notepaper seems to be perfectly Floyd | clean, without any traces from pencil or pen. It is high quality and Floyd | has been folded as if to better fit inside an envelope, although it's Floyd | not inside an envelope. Floyd | Floyd | You don't know why Holmes would hold on to blank notepaper, but he must Floyd | have his reasons. He always has his reasons. Floyd | | Doug asks, "should we keep waiting for ggg?" | |
| DavidW says, "I think we should. This was her idea." | ||
| DavidW says, "I hope nothing bad has happened." | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. I dunno what happened to ggg." | ||
| Doug says, "probably fell asleep. I'm off for bed myself." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok. I'm going back to the lounge." | ||
