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		DavidW says, "I've played Muse, but some time ago."
		DavidW says, "I think I confuse Muse with Cove in my mind."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask muse"
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CF ] And though the shadow of a sigh
CF ] May tremble through the story,
CF ] For 'happy summer days' gone by,
CF ] And vanish'd summer glory --
CF ] It shall not touch with breath of bale
CF ] The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
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CF ] - Lewis Carroll,
CF ] "Through the Looking Glass"
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CF \| MUSE: An Autumn Romance
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CF \| [Please press SPACE to begin.]
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Pier
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CF \| The late summer of 1886 found me on the continent for the purpose of
CF \| regaining my health and spirits. These had been in decline for the
CF \| past few months, and it was Dr Thorne's suggestion that the best cure
CF \| for me might be a change of scenery. A short stay in Ramsgate,
CF \| perhaps. Or better yet, a visit to the Alps in France or Switzerland,
CF \| where the fresh mountain air would do me no end of good.
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CF \| I had declined at first to do any such thing. I was, after all, a
CF \| staid, solid clergyman of 59 years, mature enough to weather any
CF \| foolish fluctuations of temper. Besides which, these frivolities cost
CF \| money.
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CF \| The doctor's recommendation eventually reached the ears of my dear
CF \| sister Emma, however, and she immediately took up the task of
CF \| convincing me of the necessity of such a trip. But it was not until I
CF \| obtained news about relatively inexpensive alpine destinations that I
CF \| relented, and found myself packed off to the continent for a month.
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CF \| The month's sojourn improved my health tremendously. However, without
CF \| the distraction of my usual work, I found the mountains did little to
CF \| raise my spirits. And so I made my journey homeward in a state of mute
CF \| distraction, even as the first brilliance of Autumn began to make
CF \| itself known among the trees.
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CF \| All in all, it had been a smooth and uneventful trip, but for a slight
CF \| pause at the channel. This was at a small French coastal village from
CF \| which I chose to make my crossing, it being less expensive than the
CF \| usual ferry at Calais. Here I stopped for a meal at the local inn, and
CF \| then waited as my trunk was transferred from the train to pier where
CF \| the boatman was waiting.
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CF \| It was only a minor pause....
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CF \| MUSE: An Autumn Romance
CF \| Copyright (c) 1998 by Christopher Huang.
CF \| (Please type "help" for background and documentation.)
CF \| Release 2 / Serial number 990922 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7
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CF \| Pier
CF \| The pier stretched out into the cold waters of the English Channel
CF \| from the village east of here. Overhead, I could hear the gulls swoop
CF \| and cry. The brisk seaside air blew in my face, carrying with it the
CF \| scent of salt. Far away, across the waves, the white cliffs of Dover
CF \| could barely be seen in the grey clouded light.
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| A fishing boat was moored beside the pier and its boatman was waiting.
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CF \| >		MoyTW says, "1886 huh. Also...I keep trying to use my numpad to type numbers and it just tells me there's no exit in that direction."
		MoyTW says, "I think this is officially the oldest protag in any IF I've played."
		DavidW says, "I'd prefer not to drive for this one. I seem to remember going n. e. s. at first."
		lkcampbell says, "First person past tense"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x me"
CF ] Pier
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CF \| > X ME
CF \|
CF \| Rev Stephen Dawson, vicar of St Swithin's in the diocese of
CF \| Barchester. I was 59, an Anglican clergyman and a confirmed bachelor.
CF \| I wore my clerical collar out of both duty and habit, and my hair and
CF \| whiskers were grey with respectability. My clothes were old and my
CF \| cuffs were frayed, but as I so often told my sister Emma, sometimes
CF \| the old things are by far the best.
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CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| I had on my person the following items:
CF \| my pocket New Testament
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks (of Moy), "Didn't you play The Eleusinian Miseries with us?"
		Karona asks, "1886. Wasn't that the year of the Haymarket massacre?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x testament"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > X TESTAMENT
CF \|
CF \| Stop.
CF \|
CF \| From the corner of my eye, I saw her. Like an angel descended from
CF \| heaven, she stood on the cobbles at the other end of the pier. Her
CF \| head was partially turned away from me; I caught a flash of a delicate
CF \| throat and lustrous chestnut-brown hair....
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "The Elusinian Miseries' character was young, though?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Age of the character, not time of the game."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh. I thought you mean oldest as in 'history', not 'age'"
		MoyTW asks, "Okay, how do you do the (to X), again? ;.NAME?"
		lkcampbell asks, "Did it stop me from examining the testement?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x testament"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > X TESTAMENT
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CF \| Time stood still, arrested by her presence. I had no desire to move,
CF \| lest I lose sight of her. For an aching second, her parasol shielded
CF \| her face from my sight.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says (to Moy), "You type ;..Name."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x her"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > X HER
CF \|
CF \| I wasn't sure what "her" referred to.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says (to Moy), "A single dot is whisper, two dots for out loud."
		MoyTW says, "I think we're trapped in this not-cutscene."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman"
CF ] Pier
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CF ]
CF ] O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
CF ] It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
CF ] Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
CF ] Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
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CF ] - William Shakespeare,
CF ] "Romeo and Juliet"
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CF \| > X WOMAN
CF \|
CF \| The old German gentleman, whom I recognised from the train, walked
CF \| slowly up. She had been waiting for him. They walked together off
CF \| towards the inn, and I lost sight of them.
CF \|
CF \| I was suddenly brought back to earth by the boatman's voice.
CF \| "Monsieur, we must go now."
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "time and tide and fish wait for no man"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, is this a 'get on the boat to go home' vs 'stalk the strange woman' moment?"
		MoyTW says, "I assume the inn is in the village to the east? I wonder if it will let us end game if we go on the boat though."
		Jacqueline says, "Not strange as in weird, but just as in 'she is a stranger'"
Jacqueline clears the save counter.
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf1"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Pier
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Well we dunno she might be weird."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Very true"
		Jacqueline says, "I say we get on the boat, just to see a game ending."
		Jacqueline says, "We can resume again from here now."
		lkcampbell says, "I find people who aren't a little weird to be a little strange"
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, get on the boat."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "enter boat"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > ENTER BOAT
CF \|
CF \| Well, I could hardly leave without my trunk, could I?
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > X TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| I'd had this old steamer trunk since my college days. It had always
CF \| served me well.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Right, the trunk."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| Oh, but the trunk was heavy! I managed to lift it just high enough for
CF \| the purpose of moving it around, but I was getting far too old for
CF \| this sort of thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| I had on my person the following items:
CF \| my trunk (which was closed)
CF \| my pocket New Testament
CF \|
CF \| The boatman began to show signs of impatience.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "enter boat"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > ENTER BOAT
CF \|
CF \| I was 59, not 29, and the trunk was unwieldy. I couldn't possibly get
CF \| in the boat while carrying the trunk myself.
CF \|
CF \| "Monsieur, I cannot wait. Tomorrow." And with that, the boatman
CF \| turned, and set out across the channel.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Dang"
		Knight_Otu says, "Darn trunk."
		lkcampbell says, "well, that settles that"
		MoyTW asks, "Oh come on, you mean you dragged your trunk all the way to the boat and you can't get it on the boat now?"
		Jacqueline says, "Darn boatman."
		MoyTW says, "Also that boatman's a real piece of work."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "restore"
CF \| >
CF \| > RESTORE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to read:
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf1"
CF ] Pier
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "get trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > GET TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| Oh, but the trunk was heavy! I managed to lift it just high enough for
CF \| the purpose of moving it around, but I was getting far too old for
CF \| this sort of thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "enter boat"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > ENTER BOAT
CF \|
CF \| I was 59, not 29, and the trunk was unwieldy. I couldn't possibly get
CF \| in the boat while carrying the trunk myself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Darn protagonist trying extend his vacation to woo a woman who probably isn't interested in him anyway."
		Roger says, "maybe we can direct him to take the trunk on our behalf"
		Jacqueline says, "See, this is one of those moments where it feels like the puzzle is getting in the way of the game."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "restore"
CF \| >
CF \| > RESTORE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to read:
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf1"
CF ] Pier
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "boatman, take trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > BOATMAN, TAKE TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| "Pardon, Monsieur?" The boatman seemed to have been thrown into a
CF \| state of utter linguistic confusion.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "boatman, help"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > BOATMAN, HELP
CF \|
CF \| "Pardon, Monsieur?" The boatman seemed to have been thrown into a
CF \| state of utter linguistic confusion.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| Oh, but the trunk was heavy! I managed to lift it just high enough for
CF \| the purpose of moving it around, but I was getting far too old for
CF \| this sort of thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "give trunk to boatman"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > GIVE TRUNK TO BOATMAN
CF \|
CF \| I passed the trunk to the boatman, who loaded it carefully on the
CF \| boat.
CF \|
CF \| The boatman began to show signs of impatience.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "enter boat"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > ENTER BOAT
CF \|
CF \| Sighing, I got into the boat and took a seat. As we set out across the
CF \| waves, I realized how much I dreaded looking back, lest I catch sight
CF \| of her once more ... knowing that if I did, my heart would probably
CF \| burst....
CF \|
CF \| [depress SPACE]		Roger says, "so there's us, a woman, a French sailor, and an old German gentleman"
		Jacqueline says, "yes"
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
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CF ] Ay, changeless through the changing scene,
CF ] The ghostly whisper rings between,
CF ] The dark refrain of "might have been".
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CF ] The race is o'er I might have run:
CF ] The deeds are past I might have done;
CF ] And sere the wreath I might have won.
CF ]
CF ] - Lewis Carroll,
CF ] "Faces in the Fire"
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CF \| [depress SPACE]		MoyTW says, "Now it's just us and a sailor."
		Roger says, "twas but a passing fancy"
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Ha. True."
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| "Stephen, do cheer up."
CF \|
CF \| Emma's voice was laced with concern. I didn't know what to tell her,
CF \| what to say.... I was 59. A mature, respectable clergyman of
CF \| conservative tastes. Could I say that I'd fallen in love, in the space
CF \| of a second, with the merest glimpse of a lady less than half my age?
CF \|
CF \| Could I? I don't know.
CF \|
CF \| I can't concentrate on my work. When I close my eyes, all I can see is
CF \| that shimmering angel at the other end of the pier....
CF \|
CF \| And I wonder....
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * I returned more depressed than when I'd left *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Should I RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
CF \| >		Roger says, "like two ships in the night that also never met"
		lkcampbell says, "maybe the sailor is our romance"
		MoyTW says, "Also I thought we were going to take a vacation, not returning from a vacation."
		Roger says, "looks like stalking is back on the menu"
		MoyTW says, "Ok, hmm. I'll be honest, "lady less than half my age" seems a tad sketch."
		lkcampbell says, "we died alone"
		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "hahaha yes"
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Can be. Not always."
		Jacqueline says, "Okay, let's see if this game is sketch or not when we speak to the angel."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "restore"
CF \| >
CF \| > RESTORE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to read:		lkcampbell asks, "isn't wooing just victorian stalking?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf1"
CF ] Pier
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "Often, I think."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "follow woman"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > FOLLOW WOMAN
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Wait, where'd she go again?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Pier
CF \| The pier stretched out into the cold waters of the English Channel
CF \| from the village east of here. Overhead, I could hear the gulls swoop
CF \| and cry. The brisk seaside air blew in my face, carrying with it the
CF \| scent of salt. Far away, across the waves, the white cliffs of Dover
CF \| could barely be seen in the grey clouded light.
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| A fishing boat was moored beside the pier and its boatman was waiting.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "I mean it's not always sketch, but, like, 59-yo and < half implies this lady we've decided to stalk isn't yet 30? which may be more period-appropriate, idk, but also hmm."
		lkcampbell says (to Jacqueline), "you are a terrible stalker"
		MoyTW says, "Also they went to the inn."
		MoyTW says, "East, I assume."
		Jacqueline exclaims (at Lance), "Ha!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "boatman, go away"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > BOATMAN, GO AWAY
CF \|
CF \| "Pardon, Monsieur?" The boatman seemed to have been thrown into a
CF \| state of utter linguistic confusion.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Can we throw hands with the boatman?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "boatman, you are bad at customer service and I no longer wish to employ your services"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > BOATMAN, YOU ARE BAD AT CUSTOMER SERVICE AND I NO LONGER WISH TO
CF \| EMPLOY YOUR SERVICES
CF \|
CF \| "Pardon, Monsieur?" The boatman seemed to have been thrown into a
CF \| state of utter linguistic confusion.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Throw hands?"
		MoyTW says, "Fistfight."
		Jacqueline says, "ooooh"
		Jacqueline says, "I do hate him. Let's see."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "hit boatman"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > HIT BOATMAN
CF \|
CF \| Violence was not the answer to this one.
CF \|
CF \| The boatman began to show signs of impatience.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Je ne compres le Anglais! Aidez moi!"
		Jacqueline says, "Lance wanted us to romance the sailor earlier..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "kiss boatman"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > KISS BOATMAN
CF \|
CF \| A hundred years from now, when the world goes through the sexual
CF \| revolution and women get ordained in the Anglican church, then maybe.
CF \|
CF \| "Monsieur, I cannot wait. Tomorrow." And with that, the boatman
CF \| turned, and set out across the channel.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hahaha yay"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take trunk"
CF ] Pier
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| Oh, but the trunk was heavy! I managed to lift it just high enough for
CF \| the purpose of moving it around, but I was getting far too old for
CF \| this sort of thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cobbles
CF \| This wide cobblestone square marked the heart of the little village. A
CF \| large well stood in its centre, obviously the focal point of local
CF \| day-to-day life. To the east stood the church of St Pierre, a small
CF \| grey stone building with its doors invitingly open. A salt breeze blew
CF \| from the pier to the west, and the cobbles continued southwards to an
CF \| open terrace and the village inn. The north side was lined with
CF \| commercial buildings, including a telegraph office.
CF \|
CF \| A young gentleman stood in front of an easel, trying to paint a
CF \| landscape.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "hey I just didn't want him to end up alone"
		Jacqueline says, "Very thoughtful of you."
		Jacqueline says, "It appears that that game ending is not to be, however."
		Jacqueline says, "So yeah, I guess it's 'stalk until you find the woman half your age' time"
		MoyTW asks, "x gentlemen, x easel? or do we wanna just continue to the inn?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Let's look at the painter and the painting."
		Jacqueline says, "I'm fine with lingering and checking out scenery and seeing if the protagonist gets impatient"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x painting"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > X PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| The painting looked like an excellent piece of work, to my untrained
CF \| eye. I wondered why the young artist seemed so unenthusiastic about
CF \| it.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x man"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > X MAN
CF \|
CF \| The young artist was a tall, fine-looking fellow, if a bit threadbare
CF \| and underfed. His clothes were stained with oil paint. He was
CF \| currently attempting a painting, but the worried look in his eyes
CF \| suggested little hope of success. A sketchbook peeked out from one
CF \| capacious pocket.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "A fine-looking fellow, you say?"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "woo gentleman"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > WOO GENTLEMAN
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "hug man"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > HUG MAN
CF \|
CF \| Not in this day and age!
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about painting"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| It would have hardly been proper or polite to begin without
CF \| introductions. For all I knew, he might not understand a word of
CF \| English, and I was hardly conversant in French.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Game), "Please."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "man, hello"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > MAN, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| "Pleased to meet you. I'm John Austin. I've got a room above the
CF \| newsagent's for the season, but the way things are going I might have
CF \| to stay here for the Autumn and Winter as well. Economy, you know."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about painting"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| "It ... it's not really working. I have this dream of ... of
CF \| perfection, and, I don't know, my heart's just not in it."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell man about how perfection gets in the way of practice and practice is the only way to achieve perfection, if in fact perfection even exists."
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > TELL MAN ABOUT HOW PERFECTION GETS IN THE WAY OF PRACTICE AND
CF \| PRACTICE IS THE ONLY WAY TO ACHIEVE PERFECTION, IF IN FACT
CF \|
CF \| "Perhaps," said John, "but I really wouldn't know."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, ""Hey, we know this woman who'd look great in your painting. We just need to convince her she knows us too, first.""
		DavidW says, "> ask man if he could paint a painting of a beautiful woman than sell the painting to me and let me tell you which woman kthxbye"
		Jacqueline says, "Okay, first - huh, there's a cut off to how long a command can be, and now we know the length."
		Jacqueline says, "Also, neat how his response still kinda worked."
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "hee"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about sketchbook"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| "Oh, it's nothing. Just something I use to sketch things and ideas in,
CF \| whenever the inclination hits me."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "man, sketch woman"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > MAN, SKETCH WOMAN
CF \|
CF \| John shook his head. "I'd rather not, really."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "DENIED"
		Jacqueline asks, "Okay, what do we want to do?"
		MoyTW asks, "Keep goin'?"
		Knight_Otu asks, "Go to church, confess our sins?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Is thinking about the sinning actual sin?"
		Jacqueline says, "I guess for many it is."
		Knight_Otu says, "I was about to say, probably depends on what you believe."
		MoyTW asks, "Can we use non-Anglican churches and priests to confess?"
		Jacqueline says, "dunno"
		Jacqueline asks, "Are folks okay with me going south?"
		MoyTW says, "Sure."
		Knight_Otu says, "It would probably be the wrong denomination, true."
		Knight_Otu says, "And sure."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I do like the setting."
		Jacqueline says, "I miss France. I wonder if I'll ever see it again. I really hope I do. Seems like I will."
		Jacqueline asks, "Enter the inn?"
		Jacqueline asks, "ie S?"
		Roger says, "surely"
		DavidW says, "I've never been to Europe at all, and I don't expect to."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| The old German gentleman leaned on his cane nearby.
CF \|
CF \| The young lady was saying something to the German. Listening, I heard
CF \| her addressing him as "Papa". So he was her father after all ... the
CF \| sense of relief that I felt was overwhelming. Could I possibly be in
CF \| love? It was ridiculous: I was far too old for that sort of thing.
CF \|
CF \| There had to be a logical reason for the way I felt. I should probably
CF \| extend my stay by a day or two ... establish a friendship with the
CF \| beautiful young lady and her father ... propose....
CF \|
CF \| No, wait, that wasn't right. I wasn't sure what to think. But I was
CF \| sure of one thing: my heart would break if she should so much as shed
CF \| a single tear....
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "So he was her father after all... the sense of relief that I felt was overwhelming. Maybe she would eventually call me papa, too."
		DavidW says, "mais, no, grandpere"
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Jacqueline says, "If we don't want her to shed a tear, let's just not speak to her."
		Roger says, "she'll assume the wurst"
		Jacqueline says, "Good job, Roger. You've earned your pay for this session."
		Knight_Otu says, "That's sausagely of you, Roger."
		MoyTW says (to Roger), "...ok I chuckled"
		Jacqueline says, "Also, poor Chris. He's going to read this transcript and feel bad when he sees our reactions. I am actually enjoying the game. Just... also enjoying poking fun at the old man lusting after a younger stranger."
		Jacqueline says, "I want to also predict that we're going to lug the really heavy chest around for the rest of this game."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask rene about rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > ASK RENE ABOUT ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Certainly, Monsieur ... here, let us put you in number 3, overlooking
CF \| the channel. It is good, no?"
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > YES
CF \|
CF \| That was a rhetorical question.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Ha."
		Jacqueline says, "yeah"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, begin our lechery immediately, or drop our trunk in our room first?"
		DavidW says, "drop trunkage"
		Knight_Otu says, "Our protagonist isn't complaining about the trunk's weight yet."
		Knight_Otu says, "But sure."
		Jacqueline exclaims, "But then my prediction will be incorrect, David!"
		Jacqueline says, "It's fine. I want to save our old back."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 3
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the beach and the pier. The air was warm and stuffy
CF \| and still in the closed room.
CF \|
CF \| The musty lack of ventilation in this small, enclosed room was getting
CF \| fairly uncomfortable.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "(I mean, I do suspect the weight issue was an act to stay longer...)"
		lkcampbell asks, "maybe talk to the father?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop trunk\"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > DROP TRUNK\
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop trunk"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > DROP TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| I set it down.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open trunk"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN TRUNK
CF \|
CF \| I opened the trunk, revealing my clothes.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x clothes"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > X CLOTHES
CF \|
CF \| My clothes had been neatly packed, and it would have been a shame to
CF \| mess them up right now.
CF \|
CF \| The musty lack of ventilation in this small, enclosed room was getting
CF \| fairly uncomfortable.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "I guess that sense that 'I have no purpose' might be the point of this game, but still, it feels a bit... wandery"
		DavidW asks, "open a window?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| I opened the window and looked out. What's this? From my window, I
CF \| could see the German gentleman hefting one of the ropes from the pier,
CF \| and stealthily creeping back! Curiously, I watched him until he
CF \| entered the inn. A few moments later, I heard his door across the
CF \| hallway open and shut.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Roger, we've got a purpose. Our purpose is to go leer and maybe chat a young woman up. Please tell me you have appropriately terrible pickup lines at the ready. We're counting on you."
		MoyTW says, "We, uh, we definitely have a purpose. Just, like, no idea what to do with it."
		lkcampbell says, "victorian seduction is complicated"
		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "It really is."
		Roger says, "Let us wear an onion on our belt"
		DavidW says, "Hope the German isn't planning to strangle anyone with that rope."
		Jacqueline asks, "Wait. What just happened with the German gentleman?"
		Jacqueline says, "Gosh."
		MoyTW says, "He has a rope."
		lkcampbell says, "it is a bit suspicious"
		Jacqueline says, "I'm restraining myself, pun intended, from the possible 'rope play' jokes."
		DavidW says, "Maybe he's going spelunking in secret."
		MoyTW asks, "Is he really carrying a mooring line all by himself though?"
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Yeah, it's gotta be a line for a small boat, not a big ship or something."
		DavidW says, "Maybe he's 29 and capable."
		MoyTW says, "They're, like, big. And heavy. And far too oversized for strangling somebody so I think we're safe on that account, unless it's some other rope from the pier."
		Jacqueline asks, "So, that was weird. Do we pursue that or are we back to chatting up the girl?"
		lkcampbell says, "I think we should check on him first"
		MoyTW says, "Cearly, we need to figure out what his crimes are so we can blackmail him into giving the hand of his daughter to us in marriage. I, uh, I'm not sure that's how it works but..."
		lkcampbell says, "make sure he didn't hang himself or something"
		Jacqueline says, "He might be about to hang himself, yeah."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "heh"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \|
CF \| My attention was caught by the sound of wood sliding across wood,
CF \| behind the door to Room 1. A moment later, the ominous clump and creak
CF \| of someone climbing onto a chair.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yeah - too late."
		Knight_Otu says, "Oh dear."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "knock on door"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > KNOCK ON DOOR
CF \|
CF \| Which did I mean, the first door, the third door or the second door?
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "oh, maybe not"
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Just go in!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "first"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > FIRST
CF \|
CF \| There was no answer.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "r"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > R
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Not quite too late, b ut close."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 1
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the French countryside. The air was warm and stuffy
CF \| and still in the closed room.
CF \|
CF \| The old German gentleman was hanging from one of the overhead rafters.
CF \| Death was but a few moments away!
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf2"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Room 1
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "save man"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > SAVE MAN
CF \|
CF \| It only occured to me that I should try to save.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "grab man"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > GRAB MAN
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "lift man"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > LIFT MAN
CF \|
CF \| I grabbed a hold of the German gentleman by the legs and struggled to
CF \| support him. His breathing was easier now, but only barely. And there
CF \| was no way I could preserve his life in this manner for long!
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "We really should be working out more."
		Knight_Otu asks, "Call for help?"
		MoyTW says, "Look we're 59."
		MoyTW says, "Also yell like hell."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "scream"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > SCREAM
CF \|
CF \| I shouted once for help. Had anyone heard me? I wasn't sure.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "scream"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > SCREAM
CF \|
CF \| I shouted again. This time, I was sure I heard running footsteps. But
CF \| would they be here in time?
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "scream"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > SCREAM
CF \|
CF \| Again I called out. They were coming, I was sure of it.
CF \|
CF \| All at once, the innkeeper burst into the room, followed by various
CF \| other people whom I did not recognise. There was an uproar of shouting
CF \| voices, and then the old German sagged down into my arms as someone
CF \| cut down the rope. More hands, running feet....
CF \|
CF \| Through the noisy hubbub, I thought I saw the young fraulein standing
CF \| for a brief moment in the doorway, before turning and quickly leaving
CF \| the scene.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| The rest of the day was lost in the general confusion. The German
CF \| gentleman was fussed over, the priest was called in to have a few
CF \| words with the poor gentleman, a watch was placed outside his door to
CF \| ensure he didn't attempt anything foolish later.... It was with a
CF \| dizzy relief that I fell into bed later that night.
CF \|
CF \| As the next morning dawned, I could only look back at those events as
CF \| being vaguely unreal in their potentially tragic consequences....
CF \|
CF \| Room 3 (on the bed)
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "We just saved her papa. You know what THAT means! wiggly eyebrows"
		lkcampbell says, "yee-ikes"
		MoyTW says, "Well that sure was a turn of events."
		Knight_Otu asks, "A "Vielen Dank, dass Sie meinen Vater gerettet haben!"?"
		lkcampbell says, "told you victorian seduction was complicated"
		lkcampbell asks, "maybe we should check on the poor guy?"
		MoyTW says, "Yeah seems legit."
		Knight_Otu says, "Possibly, yes."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| I'd have to get off the bed first.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "get up"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > GET UP
CF \|
CF \| I got off the bed.
CF \|
CF \| Room 3
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "I am super curious to see what would happen if we didn't save him though."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "verbose"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > VERBOSE
CF \|
CF \| MUSE: An Autumn Romance was now in its "verbose" mode, which always
CF \| gives long descriptions of locations (even if I'd been there before).
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 1
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the French countryside. The air was warm and stuffy
CF \| and still in the closed room.
CF \|
CF \| The old German gentleman reclined in his chair, lost in thought.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to man"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > TALK TO MAN
CF \|
CF \| We chatted a while, but soon digressed.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW exclaims, "Oh come on surely you two had something to say of interest!"
		MoyTW says, "Ask him 'bout suicide."
		lkcampbell asks, "wow...if those two don't have anything to talk about, what chance do the rest of us have?"
		Roger says, "ask him about his hot daughter"
		DavidW says, "maybe open his window too."
		Knight_Otu says, "Might be ASK ABOUT territory."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about suicide"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| It would have hardly been proper or polite to begin without
CF \| introductions. For all I knew, he might not understand a word of
CF \| English, and I had no knowledge at all of the German language.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "man, hello"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > MAN, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| He spoke perfect English but for a slight accent. He was Viktor Von
CF \| Goethe, a widower; the young lady was his daughter Konstanza. They
CF \| were here on a sort of pilgrimage. This was where he'd met his late
CF \| wife, Konstanza's mother, twenty-five years ago.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "And yet you already chatted."
		Jacqueline says, "yeah"
		MoyTW says, "Okay NOW ask him about his suicide."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about suicide"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| "I met Klara, my wife, here twenty-five years ago. I was on my way to
CF \| England, and her family was on the way back ... we fell in love.... So
CF \| you see I am sentimental about this little French town. In my mind, my
CF \| life began here, when I met Klara. It seemed fitting that it should
CF \| end here as well...."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "And then his hot daughter, both as tactlessly as possible."
		Jacqueline says, "So she's... less than half our age."
		Jacqueline says, "Nice."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > Z
CF \|
CF \| Time passed.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "we might very well be in Nice"
		Jacqueline says, "But probably of legal age, thankfully."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about suicide"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| "I met Klara, my wife, here twenty-five years ago. I was on my way to
CF \| England, and her family was on the way back ... we fell in love.... So
CF \| you see I am sentimental about this little French town. In my mind, my
CF \| life began here, when I met Klara. It seemed fitting that it should
CF \| end here as well...."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Oh, yeah, the age difference just keeps going up."
		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Heh. No. Nice is not on the Channel. But a timeless joke, nonetheless."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about klara"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| Herr Goethe said nothing but fixed his gaze on the view from the
CF \| window, blinking slightly.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Man. Well ok, game, this is p. sketch."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about daughter"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT DAUGHTER
CF \|
CF \| Herr Goethe looked away. "We have never communicated much, my daughter
CF \| and I. And even less since my late wife's passing. She is, of course,
CF \| an independent young lady...."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about Klara"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| Herr Goethe said nothing but fixed his gaze on the view from the
CF \| window, blinking slightly.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask man about death"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAN ABOUT DEATH
CF \|
CF \| "I met Klara, my wife, here twenty-five years ago. I was on my way to
CF \| England, and her family was on the way back ... we fell in love.... So
CF \| you see I am sentimental about this little French town. In my mind, my
CF \| life began here, when I met Klara. It seemed fitting that it should
CF \| end here as well...."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "So, like, did you tell your kid you were gonna hang yourself dude?"
		DavidW says, "Try opening the window."
		Knight_Otu says, "Probably not."
		lkcampbell asks, "I'm guessing we should talk to the daughter maybe?"
		MoyTW says, "I really wish conversation-tree dialogue was backported into every game because "ask about x things" is kind of awful."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| I opened the window and looked out. From here, I found myself looking
CF \| directly down into the lonely churchyard. It was a charming, if fairly
CF \| morbid, view. Looking more closely, I thought I caught a glimpse of
CF \| Konstanza Von Goethe wandering among the twisted churchyard trees
CF \| below.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I'm guessing no. He wasn't really thinking about how hanging himself while on vacation might completely traumatize his daughter."
		Knight_Otu says, "And she'd be in for a nasty surprise when she came back to the room."
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Let's go chat her up in the graveyard!"
		lkcampbell says, "so opening windows appears to be a narrative device"
		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "Yeah. It's kind of cool, I think."
		Knight_Otu asks (of Jacq), "And probably in front of her mother's grave?"
		MoyTW says, "Well you know, if he talked to her they might have had a assisted suicide/right to die thing going on."
		Jacqueline says, "This game has gotten both sketch and morbid."
		Jacqueline says, "Well done, game."
		MoyTW says, "Look it's 1886, which makes the people in this game basically aliens."
		DavidW says, "Maybe the wife is buried in the graveyard below!"
		Jacqueline says, "yeah"
		MoyTW says, "Anyways yeah let's go down and talk to her 'bout her dad."
		Jacqueline asks, "Let's go see?"
		lkcampbell says, "sure"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Yeah. We need to be really sympathetic. Maybe lend a shoulder on which to cry."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| Well now, I had no business barging into someone else's room
CF \| uninvited.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "I have no map"
		Jacqueline says, "Maybe we could hold her while she cries."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| Rene waved and wished me a good morning. "It was a good thing that you
CF \| were there yesterday, Monsieur Dawson. Poor Monsieur Goethe ... it is
CF \| unfortunate that his room overlooks the graveyard. It will only make
CF \| him think of dying again. But how to change rooms, when all the rooms
CF \| are full? It is indeed difficult. And Mademoiselle Goethe ... she has
CF \| gone out, for a walk, she says. But I can see she is troubled. The
CF \| Goethe family is not a happy one."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "rene, switch rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > RENE, SWITCH ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Much as I would love to, Monsieur, I would really rather not."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Gee, maybe we are willing to.... switch."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask rene about swiching rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > ASK RENE ABOUT SWICHING ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| The good fellow nodded sympathetically, but could add nothing to what
CF \| I already knew.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask rene about rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > ASK RENE ABOUT ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Your room is satisfactory, n'est pas?"
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "sigh"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "rene, give me room 2"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > RENE, GIVE ME ROOM 2
CF \|
CF \| "Much as I would love to, Monsieur, I would really rather not."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks (of KO), "Yeah. Can you think of a way to do it?"
		lkcampbell says, "oh, is it "unfortunate", Rene !? I wonder..."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "rene, switch rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > RENE, SWITCH ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Much as I would love to, Monsieur, I would really rather not."
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "rene, switch our rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > RENE, SWITCH OUR ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Much as I would love to, Monsieur, I would really rather not."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask rene about room 2"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > ASK RENE ABOUT ROOM 2
CF \|
CF \| "Your room is satisfactory, n'est pas?"
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Well. Surely there's a way."
		Jacqueline says, "It seems like there should be."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "no"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > NO
CF \|
CF \| The innkeeper looked crestfallen as his moustache drooped even lower.
CF \| "By some miracle, all the rooms are taken this week. But if you really
CF \| wish to change rooms, you have only to say it."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Ask him about room 1."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "rene, change rooms"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > RENE, CHANGE ROOMS
CF \|
CF \| "Of course," said Rene, sympathising, "and it would be far better for
CF \| Monsieur Goethe to be put in a different room, no? I shall speak to
CF \| him, and have you both transferred at once."
CF \|
CF \| And with that, the good fellow bustled off, returning a few minutes
CF \| later with a broad smile to tell me that it was done.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "ah. CHANGE rooms, not SWITCH."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
		MoyTW says, "Ugh. Well, ok."
		Jacqueline asks, "Okay. Graveyard? Where is it?"
		lkcampbell says, "good thing we are doing rene's job for him"
		Knight_Otu says, "Well, it is done."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x gate"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > X GATE
CF \|
CF \| That was not something with which I needed to concern myself at this
CF \| juncture.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "konstanza, hello"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > KONSTANZA, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| Her voice was like music, with a faint German accent ... "You are a
CF \| friend of Papa's? I am very pleased to meet you, Herr Dawson."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Remember to introduce yourself before trying any pickup lines."
		Jacqueline says, "Timing."
		Jacqueline says, "Friend? I'm his savior."
		lkcampbell says, ""hello" is my pick up line"
		MoyTW asks, "I mean insofar as total rando who also saved his life is a friend, maybe?"
		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "hee"
		lkcampbell says, "I got nuthin' after that"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf3"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Churchyard
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell Konstanze about suicide"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZE ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell Konstanza about suicide"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Jacqueline says, "Sorry. I'll try to be serious about the wooing."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about father"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT FATHER
CF \|
CF \| "I know nothing about what Papa thinks or wants," she said, a bit
CF \| stiffly, "we are ... not very close, Papa and I. But thank you all the
CF \| same."
CF \|
CF \| Could it be that there was some form of disharmony between Konstanza
CF \| and her father? I wondered if there were anything in it, or if her
CF \| relations with other family members were similarly strained.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about mother"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT MOTHER
CF \|
CF \| "Mama and I were very close, partly I suppose because Papa was away so
CF \| often. She and Papa were very much in love, and they came here
CF \| together last year to mark their anniversary. I did not accompany them
CF \| then, as they needed the private time together."
CF \|
CF \| In spite of everything, I received the impression that there was
CF \| something which Konstanza was not telling me. Had I been too demanding
CF \| in my questioning? It was an embarrassing idea, and yet I wondered if
CF \| someone else might not be able to tell me more.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "who else is there?"
		Jacqueline says, "None of this is any of your business, Monsieur Dawson."
		DavidW says, "The innkeeper and the painter."
		Knight_Otu says, "Rene, the painter, Papa..."
		Knight_Otu says, "And yeah, it really isn't our business."
		lkcampbell asks, "okay, the painter then?"
		Jacqueline says, "Maybe we could match Konstanza and the painter dude up. They seem age-appropriate for one another, and both are sad."
		MoyTW says, "I mean, depending on how seriously you take priest-ing, maybe it's kind of our business? Dude just tried to suicide."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Maybe, I guess."
		Jacqueline says, "Not our parishioner, but sure."
		MoyTW asks, "I mean, not the trying to hook up with the young lady part, but the you know, suicide's a sin maybe figure out how to help part?"
		MoyTW says, "Yeah very true."
		lkcampbell says, "oh I priest like all get out"
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about me"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT ME
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I do not have much to say about that, Mein Herr."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Dang."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about suicide"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| "I don't know why Papa would do such a thing," said Konstanza, shaking
CF \| her head sadly, "he'd always been so ... so reserved, so much in
CF \| control."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x graves"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > X GRAVES
CF \|
CF \| Old, crumbling gravestones crowded in on each other. Most were barely
CF \| readable, and many were so overgrown that they were well-nigh
CF \| invisible.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x her"
CF ] Churchyard
CF ]
CF ]
CF ]
CF ] I had felt such a pang only once before in my life,
CF ] and it had been from seeing what, at the moment,
CF ] realized one's idea of perfect beauty
CF ]
CF ] - Lewis Carroll,
CF ] "Sylvie and Bruno Concluded"
CF ]
CF ]
CF \|
CF \| > X HER
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza Von Goethe possessed an unearthly, almost angelic, beauty
CF \| that made my heart ache. But what was I thinking ... she was young
CF \| enough to be my daughter....
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Possibly granddaughter."
		Knight_Otu says, "Perhaps even young enough to be your.... right."
		Jacqueline says, "Just finishing that sentence for you, game."
		Jacqueline asks, "Well, what now?"
		lkcampbell says, "we can go into the church"
		DavidW says, "> open window"
		Knight_Otu asks, "Talk with the other NPCs?"
		Roger asks, "she's gotta be out here somewhere -- doesn't she?"
		DavidW says, "I like the NPCs idea."
		MoyTW asks, "See what the town gossip is on the family, if there is any?"
		Roger says, "mais oui"
		MoyTW says, "Oh, go to the church and see if they've also been going there."
		lkcampbell says, "maybe there's an NPC in the church"
		MoyTW says, "I mean they're travelling but maybe they're doing a long stay."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF ]
CF ]
CF ]
CF ] I feel like a lion in a den of Daniels.
CF ]
CF ] - W. S. Gilbert (1836-1911)
CF ]
CF ]
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \| Light shone in through clear glass windows that the community had been
CF \| too poor to have stained, illuminating the altar under the large
CF \| wooden crucifix. It was quiet, hushed, filled with an air of
CF \| reverence. To the west, the doors opened out onto the cobbled square,
CF \| and a smaller door stood tucked away to the south.
CF \|
CF \| I could see the parish priest hovering near at hand.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "From Rene, it sounds like there's lots of town gossip."
		lkcampbell says, "oooo...new NPC"
		DavidW says, "Get his peach cobble recipe!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x priest"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > X PRIEST
CF \|
CF \| The old parish priest was a short, stumpy, greying frenchman in the
CF \| usual black habit and clerical collar. His eyes twinkled with
CF \| benevolence and warmth.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "priest, hello"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > PRIEST, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| We introduced ourselves. He was Father Antoine LeBrun, he spoke
CF \| English, and he'd been the priest of this parish for the past twenty
CF \| years.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Hm. A lot of clear glass in stained windows in France is, I think, more of a way to mark windows blown out during the war, as a means of not forgetting what occurred."
		MoyTW says, "Honestly I'm astounded that literally everybody we're met speaks English."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about suicide"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT SUICIDE
CF \|
CF \| "Suicide is the ultimate sin of despair. It is sad to think of how
CF \| many normally good, faithful people would give up their places in
CF \| Heaven for this."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Good thing so many people here in France speak English."
		Jacqueline says, "Tout est très pratique, oui."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about Konstanza"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| Father LeBrun frowned, perplexed. "Pardon, I'm afraid I do not quite
CF \| understand."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about germany"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT GERMANY
CF \|
CF \| Father LeBrun frowned, perplexed. "Pardon, I'm afraid I do not quite
CF \| understand."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "What was the name of the dad?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about church"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT CHURCH
CF \|
CF \| I discussed various differences in church doctrine with Father LeBrun,
CF \| but neither of us found ourselves further convinced one way or
CF \| another.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Last name was Goethe?"
		Jacqueline says, "Maybe he speaks English, and myabe he doesn't. He keeps saying he doesn't understand."
		Knight_Otu says, "Viktor I think. Klara was the mom."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Yeah"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about viktor"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| "I will tell you what it is: ever since his wife passed on, the poor
CF \| man has given up hope. He seems very lonely...."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about klara"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| "Madame Goethe was here with her husband last year. She was a fine,
CF \| Christian woman, Monsieur Dawson, and it was sad that she passed away
CF \| only a few days after her arrival. She was buried here in our
CF \| churchyard, and I wrote back to inform Mademoiselle Goethe about it."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask priest about death"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > ASK PRIEST ABOUT DEATH
CF \|
CF \| Father LeBrun frowned, perplexed. "Pardon, I'm afraid I do not quite
CF \| understand."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Maybe we should try to date Mr Goethe instead! He is more age appropriate, and also lonely."
		MoyTW says, "Uh, so, wait. So, Viktor and Klara came here a year ago, Klara died, and Viktor's just been here for the remainder of the time, being very sad."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Oh, ah. Maybe, yeah."
		Jacqueline says, "I guess so."
		Knight_Otu says (to Jacq), "The game seemed adamant that that would not be time-appropriate."
		lkcampbell asks, "okay, any ideas what to do next?"
		Roger says, "we'll flee to Tahiti"
		lkcampbell asks, "explore the area?"
		Jacqueline says, "It's also kind of striking to me that all the NPCs are male, except the one we're 'in love with'"
		DavidW says, "Maybe search the gravestones to find Klara's"
		Knight_Otu says, "My understanding was that Viktor came here on the same train as we."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >		Karona says (to Jacqueline), "Good observation."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x graves"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > X GRAVES
CF \|
CF \| Old, crumbling gravestones crowded in on each other. Most were barely
CF \| readable, and many were so overgrown that they were well-nigh
CF \| invisible.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "read graves"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > READ GRAVES
CF \|
CF \| "Klara Von Goethe, 1837-1885"
CF \|
CF \| This must be Konstanza Von Goethe's mother, Viktor Von Goethe's late
CF \| wife. The nature of their journey here was beginning to look very much
CF \| more like a pilgrimage.... In fact, it now looked as though Viktor Von
CF \| Goethe had deliberately come here for the specific purpose of dying.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Ya think?"
		Roger says, "I'm going to assume this is actually Viktor von Doom from now on"
		lkcampbell says, "I'm just going to navigate a bit see if there are other rooms we haven't seen"
		Roger says, "sounds good"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach
CF \| The English Channel washed up against this narrow strip of sand, now
CF \| accessible at low tide. Come high tide, the water level would rise a
CF \| few feet up the stone wall to the east, covering the sand. Steep and
CF \| narrow steps were cut into that wall, leading up to the terrace space
CF \| above.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I have no idea ... buy the painting to cheer up the artist and give the painting to Goethe to cheer him up with a present. (Probably kidding.)"
		Jacqueline asks, "Let's walk the beach?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x channel"
CF ] Beach
CF ]
CF ]
CF ]
CF ] That the two tribes of men, French and English,
CF ] do not assimilate is no new discovery; it is
CF ] nothing more than Nature herself did when she
CF ] deliberately created the British Channel.
CF ]
CF ] - Sir Francis Bond Head (1793-1875)
CF ]
CF ]
CF \|
CF \| > X CHANNEL
CF \|
CF \| The waters of the English Channel separate England and France. It
CF \| being the end of summer, the waves were beginning to take on a colder,
CF \| more menacing nature.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "exits"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > EXITS
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| The dim memory of an old youthful whim pricked me ... but no, at 59,
CF \| there were better ways of crossing the Channel.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Wait seriously, it doesn't have an exits command? I thought that was standard."
		MoyTW asks, "Did we ever x Rene?"
		Jacqueline says, "This game is 20 years old."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x rene"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > X RENE
CF \|
CF \| Rene was a tall man, somewhat on the corpulent side. He wore a
CF \| drooping moustache, and though apparently harried by the stress of
CF \| running an inn, seemed friendly and wonderfully obliging.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "EXITS has never been standard."
		Knight_Otu says, "Exits isn't standard, no."
		Jacqueline says, "And no, I don't think it's standard - yeah"
		MoyTW says, "wtf"
		lkcampbell says, "never hurts to check though :)"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW exclaims, "My confusion in this moment is immeasurable, but today I learned!"
		lkcampbell says, "I guess we can check out all the inn rooms"
		Jacqueline says, "I am picturing the head-explode emoji"
		Jacqueline says, "(For Moy)"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "ack"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| Well now, I had no business barging into someone else's room
CF \| uninvited.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 1
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the French countryside. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window.
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open dresser"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN DRESSER
CF \|
CF \| I opened the dresser, revealing a journal.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline exclaims, "!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take journal"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE JOURNAL
CF \|
CF \| I picked it up.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu exclaims, "Oh ho!"
		MoyTW says, "readitreaditreadit"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "read journal"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > READ JOURNAL
CF \|
CF \| The letters were all in German, and seemed to be part of a
CF \| correspondence between Viktor and a woman named Klara. It meant
CF \| nothing to me. As for the journal itself, there was from a week to a
CF \| year between individual entries: Herr Goethe did not seem to be a keen
CF \| diarist. Most of these entries were in German, too, but a few were in
CF \| Latin, and of these I could make some sense. The last few entries, for
CF \| example. Curious, I scanned through them....
CF \|
CF \| He spoke of his grief over Klara's death ... the distance that seemed
CF \| to have sprung up between himself and his daughter since then... "She
CF \| is my only child, and my business has always kept me away from her. It
CF \| was always Klara who linked us, and now Klara is gone. I realise now
CF \| that my Konstanza is a young woman, and that comes as a complete
CF \| surprise to me. I fear that it is too late to know her, or to tell her
CF \| how dear she is to me. It is too late for apologies. She is her own
CF \| woman now, independent of me, and she will perhaps be better off
CF \| without my presence...."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yeah, between him and some woman named Klara."
		Jacqueline says, "Means nothing to us."
		lkcampbell asks, "oh so because we switched rooms we can get this journal?"
		DavidW says, "yes"
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
		Knight_Otu says (to Jacq), "To our protagonist, only Konstanza means anything."
		Jacqueline asks, "So, are we supposed to help bring them together??"
		Jacqueline exclaims (at KO), "Ha. True!"
		DavidW says, "We might make a love-gift of this journal to Konstanza."
		Knight_Otu says, "I guess we could show Konstanza her father's most private thoughts."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh - yeah"
		Jacqueline says, "Let's do that."
		MoyTW says, "I mean we should probably, like, at least make an effort."
		lkcampbell says, "ok"
		Jacqueline says, "Even though it's none of our business."
		DavidW says, "Martin Worth"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| I had on my person the following items:
CF \| a journal
CF \| my pocket New Testament
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Well that seems just a TAD intrusive, to just straight-up jack this dude's diary and show it to his daughter."
		Jacqueline says, "I guess it's our business because we are a priest and want good thing for people, even if it means invading privacy."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu asks, "Just a TAD?"
		Jacqueline says, "wait"
		Jacqueline says, "save before you give it to her"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "cf4"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Lobby
CF \| Ok.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Because I want to see what happens if we give it back to him (as we probably should)"
		Jacqueline says, "'kay. Thanks."
		lkcampbell asks, "have we been in the dining hall yet?"
		Knight_Otu says, "I don't think so."
		Jacqueline says, "Don't think so. Wonder if it has any windows to open."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Or peach cobbler"
		Jacqueline says, "mmmm"
		lkcampbell says, "oooo...NPC"
		DavidW says, "oo, 2nd female NPC"
		lkcampbell exclaims, "saucy!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "yvette, hello"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > YVETTE, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| "Oui, bonjour."
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "It's a French maid."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "yvette, oh la la!"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > YVETTE, OH LA LA!
CF \|
CF \| Yvette looked at me blankly, then blushed and returned to scrubbing
CF \| down the bar.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask yvette about rene"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK YVETTE ABOUT RENE
CF \|
CF \| "Monsieur Artois is a good man, but always so worried about the inn
CF \| ... it would be nice if we had more people visiting this part of
CF \| France."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "well maybe if he stopped sticking people in rooms overlooking the graveyard..."
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Another English speaker!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maid about viktor"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAID ABOUT VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| Yvette made a few standard comments, but seemed too busy to tell me
CF \| anything new.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu asks, "Are we sure we're in France?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask yvette about Konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK YVETTE ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| Yvette made a few standard comments, but seemed too busy to tell me
CF \| anything new.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask yvette about yvette"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK YVETTE ABOUT YVETTE
CF \|
CF \| Yvette made a few standard comments, but seemed too busy to tell me
CF \| anything new.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| These windows were largely leaded panes of glass that neither opened
CF \| nor closed.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "is john austin the painter?"
		DavidW says, "Yes"
		Knight_Otu asks, "Ask her about Klara perhaps?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, hello"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| "Yes, and a good day to you too, sir."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask yvette about klara"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK YVETTE ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| Yvette made a few standard comments, but seemed too busy to tell me
CF \| anything new.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Darn."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about klara"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I don't really know what I could tell you about that,
CF \| sir."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about Konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I don't really know what I could tell you about that,
CF \| sir."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about viktor"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I don't know him at all."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "What's there to tell? I studied painting in Rome, and now I'm just
CF \| struggling to get some sort of work done before my money runs out."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "well that was a disappointment after seeing two NPCs in one room"
		lkcampbell says, "and a window"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "buy painting from john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > BUY PAINTING FROM JOHN
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "heh"
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Yeah, I was sad about the closed window!"
		MoyTW asks, "Does John speak German?"
		DavidW says, "> ask John if he'd like to <s>switch</s> change rooms so you have a graveyard view to sketch"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I'd be cool with the graveyard room. But I've always liked cemeteries."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x counter"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > X COUNTER
CF \|
CF \| The counter was old and sturdy, but well-polished.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "go show the journal to Konstanza?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
		MoyTW says, "Sure."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "show journal to konstanza"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > SHOW JOURNAL TO KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| "Those are Papa's private papers," said Konstanza, glancing over the
CF \| journal, "he writes in Latin sometimes, to maintain his privacy."
CF \|
CF \| "I think you had better know what this one says," I said.
CF \|
CF \| "Mein Herr!" she cried, interrupting me, "surely you cannot have been
CF \| reading Papa's private journal? Mein Herr, you hardly even know us!
CF \| Please, I would prefer it if you would not meddle in our private
CF \| affairs, of which you know nothing!"
CF \|
CF \| Turning, she strolled deliberately away from me. She was angry with
CF \| me, and this distressed me much. But she was right: I had indeed been
CF \| too forward in showing her the journal, especially at this early stage
CF \| of our acquaintance.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Well, thank goodness."
		Knight_Otu says, "Well said, Konstanza."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
		MoyTW says, "Hahaha, that turned out much more sanely than I was expecting."
		Jacqueline says, "Indeed"
		DavidW asks, "Show the journal to the priest next?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Do we still have it?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| I had on my person the following items:
CF \| a journal
CF \| my pocket New Testament
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \| Light shone in through clear glass windows that the community had been
CF \| too poor to have stained, illuminating the altar under the large
CF \| wooden crucifix. It was quiet, hushed, filled with an air of
CF \| reverence. To the west, the doors opened out onto the cobbled square,
CF \| and a smaller door stood tucked away to the south.
CF \|
CF \| I could see Father LeBrun hovering near at hand.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Wonder if we could have given it to her instead?"
		Jacqueline says, "Oh well"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "show journal to lebrun"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > SHOW JOURNAL TO LEBRUN
CF \|
CF \| Father LeBrun glanced at one or two of the Latin passages towards the
CF \| end, then returned the journal to me. "That is interesting, Monsieur.
CF \| I wonder if Mademoiselle would feel as she does if she knew of her
CF \| father's true feelings concerning her."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yeah, sure. Let's show it to the priest, and the artist, and the barmaid, and the inn keeper."
		Jacqueline says, "Just show it to EVERYONE"
		MoyTW says, "Ok clearly this priest shares our priestly disregard for any and all forms of privacy."
		lkcampbell says, "well, at least we are getting some reactions :)"
		Knight_Otu says, "I'm sure neither Viktor nor Konstanza will mind."
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "heh. Good point"
		asks, "Do we want to go back to CF4, and just give the journal back to Viktor?"
		lkcampbell says, "okay, I mean we can always restore"
		DavidW asks, "hm. Looking at my own notes shows some non-standard verbs. Maybe ABOUT explains them?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "about"
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] > Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]
CF \|		MoyTW says, "I kinda wanna just play through in Maximum Meddlesome mode."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]		lkcampbell asks, "how do I return?"
		DavidW says, "push return"
lkcampbell presses the yellow enter button.		DavidW says, "push space instead then"
Knight_Otu pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]		lkcampbell says, "hmmm"
Knight_Otu pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push yellow"
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] > Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]
Jacqueline presses the yellow enter button.
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Muse: An Autumn Romance
CF ] N = next subject P = previous
CF ] RETURN = read subject Q = resume game
CF ]
CF ] There is information on the following:
CF ]
CF ] Moving around and doing stuff
CF ] > Interacting with other people
CF ] Special commands
CF ] A sample walkthrough
CF ] Story background
CF ] Credits
CF ] Hints
CF ]		Jacqueline says, "Hrm"
Knight_Otu presses the yellow enter button.
Knight_Otu presses the yellow enter button.		DavidW asks, "Maybe the yellow button is broken?"
		Jacqueline says, "If y'all want, I can paste the stuff in."
		Knight_Otu says, "That may be better."
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "It's possible. We rarely use it and might just not have noticed it didn't work until now."
		Jacqueline says, "One sec."
		Knight_Otu says, "I think we had problems with it before and just thought that we needed to hit space. It seems a familiar situation."
		Jacqueline says, "Okay. I'm just going to paste the menus in order."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "q"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \| Light shone in through clear glass windows that the community had been
CF \| too poor to have stained, illuminating the altar under the large
CF \| wooden crucifix. It was quiet, hushed, filled with an air of
CF \| reverence. To the west, the doors opened out onto the cobbled square,
CF \| and a smaller door stood tucked away to the south.
CF \|
CF \| I could see Father LeBrun hovering near at hand.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "First one: Moving Around and Doing Stuff:"
		Jacqueline \| MUSE is an interactive short story ... in essence, it works exactly like an adventure game. At the ">" prompt, one enters in simple commands such as:
		Jacqueline \| Go north
		Jacqueline \| Take the cake
		Jacqueline \| Ask Harry about Sally
		Jacqueline \| Examine the footprint
		Jacqueline \| "Go North" can be abbreviated to "North" or, more simply, "N". And similarly with the other directions. Muse can handle the following directions:
		Jacqueline \| Up (U), Down (D), North (N), South (S), East (E), West(W),
		Jacqueline \| Northeast (NE), Northwest (NW), Southeast (SE), Southwest (SW),
		Jacqueline \| ... also In and Out, but there are no abbreviations for these last two.
		Jacqueline \| The world around you can be manipulated with ease. Among the commands understood are:
		Jacqueline \| Take, Drop, Put, Wear, Remove, Hit, Enter, Climb, Examine, Look,
		Jacqueline \| Open, Close, Eat, Drink, Listen, Fill, Cut, Turn, Wait....
		Jacqueline \| There are various others, but these should give you a clue as to what you can do.
		Jacqueline \| ------------------------
		MoyTW says, ""There are various others, but these should give you a clue as to what you can do." uuuugh, every game should have a verb list"
		Jacqueline says, "Actually, I'll paste them in the CF side of the transcript intead."
Paste started. Type @endpaste to end.
PerrySimm \| MOVING AROUND AND DOING STUFF
PerrySimm \| MUSE is an interactive short story ... in essence, it works exactly like an adventure game. At the ">" prompt, one enters in simple commands such as:
PerrySimm \| Go north
PerrySimm \| Take the cake
PerrySimm \| Ask Harry about Sally
PerrySimm \| Examine the footprint
PerrySimm \| "Go North" can be abbreviated to "North" or, more simply, "N". And similarly with the other directions. Muse can handle the following directions:
PerrySimm \| Up (U), Down (D), North (N), South (S), East (E), West(W),
PerrySimm \| Northeast (NE), Northwest (NW), Southeast (SE), Southwest (SW),
PerrySimm \| ... also In and Out, but there are no abbreviations for these last two.
PerrySimm \| The world around you can be manipulated with ease. Among the commands understood are:
PerrySimm \| Take, Drop, Put, Wear, Remove, Hit, Enter, Climb, Examine, Look,
PerrySimm \| Open, Close, Eat, Drink, Listen, Fill, Cut, Turn, Wait....
PerrySimm \| There are various others, but these should give you a clue as to what you can do.
PerrySimm \| ----------------
PerrySimm \| INTERACTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE
PerrySimm \| Interaction with characters plays a large part in MUSE ... you might say MUSE is mostly character interaction. Mostly, you will want to ask questions or tell people things:
PerrySimm \| Homer, tell me about Troy
PerrySimm \| Ask the egomaniac about himself
PerrySimm \| Tell the reporter about myself
PerrySimm \| And occasionally, you might want to simply give someone an answer, or tell him to do something:
PerrySimm \| Mrs Reagan, no
PerrySimm \| Waitress, give me the lobster
PerrySimm \| Say Coliseum to Moshe
PerrySimm \| Of course, there's always the option of trying to interact in other ways:
PerrySimm \| Introduce myself to the queen
PerrySimm \| Kiss the sleeping beauty
PerrySimm \| Slap the hacker with the trout
PerrySimm \| Show the evidence to the inspector
PerrySimm \| There, that should do it as far as interacting with the denizens of MUSE is concerned.
PerrySimm \| -------------------		DavidW says, "hm. It didn't mention Apologize."
PerrySimm \| SPECIAL COMMANDS
PerrySimm \| There are a number of special game-related commands. They are:
PerrySimm \| Save and Restore - for putting a little bookmark in the story so you can come back to it later, probably after having done something horribly wrong.
PerrySimm \| Verbose, Brief, and Superbrief - These adjust the way the story is presented to you. Verbose gives you a full description of each room every time you enter a room. Brief, the default game mode, only gives full descriptions on your first entrance to a room. And Superbrief fixes it so that you don't never get any of that background description about the rooms.
PerrySimm \| Restart - Start over from the very beginning.
PerrySimm \| Quit - End the game and get back to Real Life.
PerrySimm \| Undo - Take back your last command.
PerrySimm \| That should give you enough to go enjoy the story. A sample walkthrough is included as a demonstration of how the story works....		Knight_Otu says, "Okay, let's find a trout and a hacker."
		DavidW says, "Try the pier and the telegraph office."
		Jacqueline says, "I don't think we want the 'sample walkthrough'"
		Knight_Otu says, "Probably not."
		Jacqueline asks, "Do you all want 'story background' or 'credits'? Or just wait until the end?"
		Jacqueline says, "I think we just wait"
		DavidW says, "I think those can wait, yeah"
		Jacqueline says, "I'll post them when we're done with the game."
		Knight_Otu says, "Sure, we can wait with that."
		Jacqueline asks, "What now?"
		DavidW says, "I suspect this game has multiple endings."
		Knight_Otu says, "We wanted to try giving back the journal to Viktor."
		DavidW says, "yes, try that."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \| Light shone in through clear glass windows that the community had been
CF \| too poor to have stained, illuminating the altar under the large
CF \| wooden crucifix. It was quiet, hushed, filled with an air of
CF \| reverence. To the west, the doors opened out onto the cobbled square,
CF \| and a smaller door stood tucked away to the south.
CF \|
CF \| I could see Father LeBrun hovering near at hand.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 3
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the beach and the pier. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window, carrying with it a hint of the sea.
CF \|
CF \| Herr Viktor Von Goethe reclined in his chair, lost in thought.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "show journal to viktor"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > SHOW JOURNAL TO VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| "Thank you, Mein Herr. I suppose I must have left it behind when we
CF \| changed rooms."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "really difficult to emotionally rattle this guy"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| I had on my person the following items:
CF \| my pocket New Testament
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "He already is quite rattled."
		lkcampbell says, "oops"
		lkcampbell says, "hope the journal wasn't important"
		MoyTW says, "I mean, can we...talk to him about it or..."
		DavidW asks, "Read the testament? Maybe it gives hints?"
		MoyTW says, "Oh that's a good idea, haha."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "read testament"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > READ TESTAMENT
CF \|
CF \| I practically knew its contents by heart.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "quote testament"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > QUOTE TESTAMENT
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about john"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "I am afraid I do not know him."
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Open testament? Maybe there's a coupon inside."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open testement"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN TESTEMENT
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "give testament to Viktor"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > GIVE TESTAMENT TO VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| Viktor Von Goethe did not seem too interested.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open testament"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN TESTAMENT
CF \|
CF \| That was not something I could open.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about yvette"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT YVETTE
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "it has to be someone who wants to talk about another someone"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about journal"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT JOURNAL
CF \|
CF \| Herr Goethe frowned and looked at me suspiciously. "Let us talk about
CF \| something else, Herr Dawson."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "because there are very few things"
		lkcampbell says, "and not a lot of rooms"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about lebrun"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT LEBRUN
CF \|
CF \| "I've had a few words with him, the last time I was here. He's a kind,
CF \| compassionate man."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about yvette"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT YVETTE
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Well, I haven't been mapping, and also there's no clear exits block in the descriptions, so it's possible there's a whole swathe of stuff we missed."
		MoyTW says, "Unless somebody really has been paying attention and can say otherwise."
		DavidW says, "I haven't been mapping."
		Jacqueline says, "Nor I."
		lkcampbell says, "so we either hit all the rooms or start talking to everyone about everyone"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "ask viktor about rene"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > ASK VIKTOR ABOUT RENE
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "My old notes mention a telegraph office, but no idea where in the game it is."
		lkcampbell says, "okay, I guess rooms first"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 3
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the beach and the pier. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window, carrying with it a hint of the sea.
CF \|
CF \| Herr Viktor Von Goethe reclined in his chair, lost in thought.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 1
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the French countryside. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window.
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| The dresser drawer was standing open.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| Well now, I had no business barging into someone else's room
CF \| uninvited.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "out?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach
CF \| The English Channel washed up against this narrow strip of sand, now
CF \| accessible at low tide. Come high tide, the water level would rise a
CF \| few feet up the stone wall to the east, covering the sand. Steep and
CF \| narrow steps were cut into that wall, leading up to the terrace space
CF \| above.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| The dim memory of an old youthful whim pricked me ... but no, at 59,
CF \| there were better ways of crossing the Channel.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Beach
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Wait, what's through the gate?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "the graveyard"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Oh, ok."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \| Light shone in through clear glass windows that the community had been
CF \| too poor to have stained, illuminating the altar under the large
CF \| wooden crucifix. It was quiet, hushed, filled with an air of
CF \| reverence. To the west, the doors opened out onto the cobbled square,
CF \| and a smaller door stood tucked away to the south.
CF \|
CF \| I could see Father LeBrun hovering near at hand.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] L'eglise St-Pierre
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cobbles
CF \| This wide cobblestone square marked the heart of the little village. A
CF \| large well stood in its centre, obviously the focal point of local
CF \| day-to-day life. To the east stood the church of St Pierre, a small
CF \| grey stone building with its doors invitingly open. A salt breeze blew
CF \| from the pier to the west, and the cobbles continued southwards to an
CF \| open terrace and the village inn. The north side was lined with
CF \| commercial buildings, including a telegraph office.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "aha"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x well"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > X WELL
CF \|
CF \| The village well was a stone octagon in the exact centre of the
CF \| square. It was large, and deep, and uncovered, its sides wide enough
CF \| and low enough to serve as a seat. Peering within, I could see nothing
CF \| but darkness.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Telegraph office to the north (and maybe other stuff)."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \| This was the village's connection with the outside world. The walls
CF \| were plastered and whitewashed to brighten the room, but this instead
CF \| created an air of impersonal detachment.
CF \|
CF \| One side of the room was taken up by a long desk, on which sat a
CF \| telegraph machine. The other side was stocked with newspapers. In the
CF \| back, beyond the telegraph, a shadowy doorway opened onto a flight of
CF \| stairs leading up.
CF \|
CF \| The postmaster sat near the telegraph, reading a newspaper and
CF \| generally ignoring everything else.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "postmaster, hello"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > POSTMASTER, HELLO
CF \|
CF \| Maurice Roget was a well-educated man, speaking fluent English and
CF \| German with barely a hint of an accent. "It is good to be able to
CF \| communicate in as many ways as possible, Monsieur Dawson, especially
CF \| in my line of work. I am, in fact, now studying the Italian language."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about viktor"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| "Now that I think about it, I do believe he was here last year, with
CF \| his wife. That was a tragic story.... the poor woman died, I think
CF \| from Consumption. She was buried in the churchyard here, in fact.
CF \| Father LeBrun had me send word about her passing back to the daughter
CF \| in Germany."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about klara"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "is the wife klara?"
		DavidW says, "yes"
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
		lkcampbell says, "finally writing the character names down too"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about john"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "Monsieur Austin has been lodging with me over the summer. Poor
CF \| fellow, he can barely afford it. But he is proud, and will not accept
CF \| charity from me or from anyone."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about Konstanza"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "We need to find work for John, I bet."
		lkcampbell asks, "are we trying to set up john and konstanza maybe?"
		DavidW says, "no, I don't think so."
		Jacqueline says, "I think we should."
		Jacqueline says, "But I'm thinking that's not the game's intent."
		Knight_Otu says, "Maybe we should, but I doubt we will."
		DavidW says, "Well, this might be the sort of game with multiple directions the game could go."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about rene"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT RENE
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about yvette"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT YVETTE
CF \|
CF \| I mused aimlessly for a while on various unrelated topics.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "what's the priest's name?"
		DavidW says, "LeBrun"
		Knight_Otu says, "LeBrun."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask maurice about lebrun"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > ASK MAURICE ABOUT LEBRUN
CF \|
CF \| "He is a good fellow, as far as priests go. He has been trying for the
CF \| past several years to convert me, though not with very much success,
CF \| I'm afraid."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "okay so I have Viktor, Klara, Konstanza, Rene, Yvette, John, Maurice and LeBrun"
		lkcampbell asks, "am I missing anyone?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Seems complete to me."
		MoyTW says, "The boatman, whose name we don't know and who has surely cast off by now."
		DavidW says, "Boatman, I guess, but he's gone."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \| This was the village's connection with the outside world. The walls
CF \| were plastered and whitewashed to brighten the room, but this instead
CF \| created an air of impersonal detachment.
CF \|
CF \| One side of the room was taken up by a long desk, on which sat a
CF \| telegraph machine. The other side was stocked with newspapers. In the
CF \| back, beyond the telegraph, a shadowy doorway opened onto a flight of
CF \| stairs leading up.
CF \|
CF \| Maurice Roget sat near the telegraph, reading a newspaper and
CF \| generally ignoring everything else.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x telegraph"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > X TELEGRAPH
CF \|
CF \| The telegraph machine was, to my eyes at least, a rather strange
CF \| contraption with wires all over the place. I had no idea how it
CF \| worked, but I did know that it was a means for me to communicate with
CF \| the people back home in Barchester.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "read newspaper"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > READ NEWSPAPER
CF \|
CF \| (the English newspapers)
CF \| I was pleased to note that a selection of English newspapers was
CF \| available. The selection was not particularly extensive, however, and
CF \| I doubted if there was anything of importance to be gleaned from them
CF \| at the moment. Maurice Roget was reading one of them, as a matter of
CF \| fact, and seemed quite absorbed in it.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take newspaper"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE NEWSPAPER
CF \|
CF \| (the English newspapers)
CF \| That would have been unnecessary. Emma would no doubt have a copy of
CF \| that paper waiting for me back at the vicarage, and a few days' delay
CF \| was not going to make much of a difference on what I did or did not
CF \| know about the world.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Let's go upstairs."
		Jacqueline says, "Ah... to live in a time where it was fine to not read the newspaper."
		lkcampbell says, "who's emma"
		MoyTW says, "Our sister."
		Jacqueline says, "yeah"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \| John was not in at the time, and it would have been in poor taste
CF \| invade his room in his absence.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Telegraph Office and Newsagent
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell asks, "talk to John about Maurice?"
		lkcampbell asks, "any NPC combos look good to anyone?"
		Jacqueline says, "Okay, I am a bad Floyder. I ... glanced at the hint menus. I'm still definitely wanting to watch this play out, but I'll have to say less now."
		Jacqueline says, "I don't 100% know where it's going, and I think he's peppered the menus with some BS (akin to fake pages in a choice-based book), but ... yeah."
		Roger says, "This game feels competently-constructed, but I'm not actually finding much to enjoy"
		Jacqueline asks, "Hm. So, do we want to keep going, abandon it, or pick it up next week?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Not quite sure."
		lkcampbell says, "I just don't know what to do, other than lawn motor the different character combos"
		lkcampbell says, "mower"
		Jacqueline says, "That's not the way forward."
		MoyTW says, "I feel like I'd be interested in reading a playthrough but the mechanics of it are vague enough that it's in the awful "guess-the-exact-phrase/verb" space where I'm like "Well we should talk to X about Y" but I don't want to try and hunt the words down, because it might not exist."
		DavidW says, "What if we ask Viktor about Maurice? They've met before, it seems. Or ask John about Maurice or about income."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cobbles
CF \| This wide cobblestone square marked the heart of the little village. A
CF \| large well stood in its centre, obviously the focal point of local
CF \| day-to-day life. To the east stood the church of St Pierre, a small
CF \| grey stone building with its doors invitingly open. A salt breeze blew
CF \| from the pier to the west, and the cobbles continued southwards to an
CF \| open terrace and the village inn. The north side was lined with
CF \| commercial buildings, including a telegraph office.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Well, I'm kind of interested in seeing the content, but I am not enjoying the feeling of flailing. If/when you all get to a point where you'd like to look at hints, lmk."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about maurice"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT MAURICE
CF \|
CF \| "He's a jolly fellow, and so full of life. He's always asking me to
CF \| join him for a few drinks at the inn. I hate having to turn him down
CF \| time after time, but that sort of luxury is really somewhat beyond my
CF \| means at the moment."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about job"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT JOB
CF \|
CF \| "I never did have much of a head for business. It's one of the reasons
CF \| I took to art instead. I could do some odd jobs and assort menial
CF \| work, though, if I had to. But not on a long-term scale, I hope."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about money"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT MONEY
CF \|
CF \| "I had a small inheritance that allowed me to pursue my artistic
CF \| interests. I tried to make it last as long as possible, of course, but
CF \| funds are getting low. I'm almost all out now, and I don't know if
CF \| anyone would even look at my work. I guess it's what you'd call a bad
CF \| investment."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Can we commission a painting?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "buy painting"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > BUY PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, paint"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, PAINT
CF \|
CF \| What did I want John Austin to paint?
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "No, like, commission. Like, get Viktor a painting of Klara? or something."
		DavidW says, "The paintings are probably in his room above the telegraph office."
		lkcampbell asks, "what do we want john to paint?"
		MoyTW says, "Like get'm talking to somebody."
		MoyTW says, "Klara."
		DavidW says, "Yvette"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, paint klara"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, PAINT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| John shook his head. "I'd rather not, really."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Name every NPC."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, paint konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, PAINT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| John glanced out of the window and paused for a long moment. "Yes ...
CF \| she is quite the beauty, isn't she?" he murmured as he began a pencil
CF \| sketch of Konstanza Von Goethe as seen through the window.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "okay, that did something"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "buy sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > BUY SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| Nothing was on sale.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "I, uh. Hmm. It's something! I have no idea what we're gonna end up doin' with that but OK."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > X SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| A thoroughly unremarkable sketchbook, of cheap paper and cheaper
CF \| cardboard binding. It was filled with pencil and charcoal sketches of
CF \| scenery, animals, and people.
CF \|
CF \| The last sketch was a lovely pencil drawing of Konstanza Von Goethe
CF \| wandering in the peaceful churchyard, framed by the twisted yew trees.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| That seemed to belong to John Austin.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, give sketch to me"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, GIVE SKETCH TO ME
CF \|
CF \| John shrugged as he handed me his sketchbook. "You want to look at my
CF \| old sketches? Certainly, if that is what you want. You probably won't
CF \| find much of interest, I'm afraid."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
		lkcampbell asks, "should I run off with his work?"
		MoyTW asks, "Show't to the dad?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "x sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > X SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| A thoroughly unremarkable sketchbook, of cheap paper and cheaper
CF \| cardboard binding. It was filled with pencil and charcoal sketches of
CF \| scenery, animals, and people.
CF \|
CF \| The last sketch was a lovely pencil drawing of Konstanza Von Goethe
CF \| wandering in the peaceful churchyard, framed by the twisted yew trees.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| I already had that.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I don't think we should run off with it."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > SEARCH SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| The name "John Austin" was signed at the bottom of each sketch, along
CF \| with the date.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "read it"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > READ IT
CF \|
CF \| The name "John Austin" was signed at the bottom of each sketch, along
CF \| with the date.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn pages"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TURN PAGES
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Ok can we...talk to him about the sketch?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I don't really know what I could tell you about that,
CF \| sir."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| John blushed somewhat embarrassedly. "It's not much, is it?"
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "commission painting"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > COMMISSION PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "buy sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > BUY SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| Nothing was on sale.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "pay john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PAY JOHN
CF \|
CF \| Whom did I want to pay John Austin to?
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "...what?"
		lkcampbell says, "heh"
		MoyTW asks, "No, seriously, what meaning of 'pay' is it using there?"
		lkcampbell asks, "barkeep, can you break a John Austin?"
		DavidW says, "pay dollar bill to waitress"
		Roger says, "'pay john to go away'"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pay john to paint sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PAY JOHN TO PAINT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pay john to paint"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PAY JOHN TO PAINT
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pay john for sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PAY JOHN FOR SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pay john for sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PAY JOHN FOR SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "It's not understanding the 'for', I guess."
		MoyTW asks, "Did we try buy sketchbook?"
		MoyTW says, "Nvm we did."
		DavidW says, "yes"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give sketchbook to john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > GIVE SKETCHBOOK TO JOHN
CF \|
CF \| John smiled wryly as he took back his sketchbook. "Not much, is it?"
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "maybe we can talk to konstanza about sketch"
		DavidW says, "oh, maybe. Or Viktor."
		lkcampbell says, "Ill try both"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Well presumably we've made a permenant bad impression. We could try and apologize, but also: you know what after that I'd not listen to the priest."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Room 1
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 1
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the French countryside. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window.
CF \|
CF \| My trusty old steamer trunk lay here.
CF \|
CF \| The dresser drawer was standing open.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "If we could get her dad's permission to show her the journal?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Room 3
CF \| A small, square room, with grey stone walls and exposed rafters. Very
CF \| simple, very spartan. A long, narrow bed lined one wall. An old
CF \| wooden dresser stood beside it, directly under a tall casement window
CF \| looking out onto the beach and the pier. A soft breeze wafted through
CF \| the open window, carrying with it a hint of the sea.
CF \|
CF \| Herr Viktor Von Goethe reclined in his chair, lost in thought.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell viktor about sketch"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > TELL VIKTOR ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| Herr Goethe listened politely, but had little to add.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell viktor about john"
CF ] Room 3
CF \|
CF \| > TELL VIKTOR ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "If this Herr Austin wants to paint my daughter, he is quite welcome.
CF \| If, of course, she consents."
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "okay that seems promising"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Hallway
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Hallway
CF \| A narrow and dimly lit hallway ran the length of the building from the
CF \| stairway at the south to a door (labelled with the number 2) at the
CF \| north. The walls were untreated stone and, being windowless, suggested
CF \| more an underground passage than an upstairs hallway. Other doors were
CF \| east and west: they were labelled 1 and 3 respectively.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I could find no exit in that direction.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about sketch"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| "Herr Dawson, please, I do not feel like speaking with you ... or
CF \| anyone ... right now."
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "apologize"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about john"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "Herr Dawson, please, I do not feel like speaking with you ... or
CF \| anyone ... right now."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "apologize"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > APOLOGIZE
CF \|
CF \| Whom did I want to apologize to?
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "apologize to konstanza"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > APOLOGIZE TO KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza glanced at me and relented. "Very well then. Let us forget
CF \| that it ever happened."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about john"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "The two of you must enjoy being able to talk about English politics
CF \| with each other. I always think it is nice to meet a fellow countryman
CF \| when one is abroad."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "yay"
		Knight_Otu says, "As if you didn't know, protagonist."
		MoyTW says, "Wow she is comically, impossibly forgiving."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about painting"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "Yes"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about sketch"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about viktor"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT VIKTOR
CF \|
CF \| I doubted if there was anything I could tell Konstanza about her
CF \| father that she did not already know.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Good God I would be beyond livid, hahaha."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about klara"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT KLARA
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "uhhhhh..."
		lkcampbell asks, "any ideas?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Cobbles
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cobbles
CF \| This wide cobblestone square marked the heart of the little village. A
CF \| large well stood in its centre, obviously the focal point of local
CF \| day-to-day life. To the east stood the church of St Pierre, a small
CF \| grey stone building with its doors invitingly open. A salt breeze blew
CF \| from the pier to the west, and the cobbles continued southwards to an
CF \| open terrace and the village inn. The north side was lined with
CF \| commercial buildings, including a telegraph office.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Ask her about painting?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about painting"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT PAINTING
CF \|
CF \| "I am afraid I would not know anything about that."
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about john"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "I've seen him around. I have not spoken to him as yet, but he seems
CF \| to be a gentleman. Even if he is covered in paint.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about sketch"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I do not have much to say about that, Mein Herr."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Is "consent" a keyword?"
		MoyTW says, ""If, of course she consents" <- from above"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask konstanza about consent"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > ASK KONSTANZA ABOUT CONSENT
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I do not have much to say about that, Mein Herr."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Eh. I'd be willing to take hints/a walkthrough."
		lkcampbell says, "just going to say that"
		lkcampbell says, "this is rough going"
		Jacqueline says, "Okay. I am here to help."
		MoyTW says, "I much prefer dialogue tree systems - alongside from telling it what you can do it also tells you what you can't."
		DavidW says, "I've never been great with hunt-the-conversation-topic."
		lkcampbell asks, "okay, uh...wadawedoo?"
		DavidW says, "It always turns out you need to smell your coffee or something instead."
		Jacqueline says, "I can give you general hints, hints about Viktor, or Konstanza, or John Austin"
		DavidW says (to Jota), "yikes"
		MoyTW asks, "1: is getting a painting of Konstanza a dead end or no and 2: how get permission?"
		MoyTW asks, "David was that MT?"
		DavidW says, "ilac"
		Jacqueline says (to Moy), "I think I can answer that."
		Jacqueline says, "You all were kind of on the right track."
		Jacqueline says, "You got him to sketch her. And you wanted to show the sketch to her, but couldn't take the sketchbook away."
		lkcampbell says, "correct"
		Jacqueline says, "But you do need to show her the sketch that John has done of her."
		DavidW asks, "So get John to follow us to her?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Have you tried telling her about John and his abilities?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "> tear sketch. fold sketch into airplane. go to room 1. throw airplane through window."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about john"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| "The two of you must enjoy being able to talk about English politics
CF \| with each other. I always think it is nice to meet a fellow countryman
CF \| when one is abroad."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to DW), "heehee"
		lkcampbell says, "don't forget to open window"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about sketch"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hrm"
		Knight_Otu asks, "Tell her about painter?"
		Knight_Otu asks, "Perhaps?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about painter"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT PAINTER
CF \|
CF \| "The two of you must enjoy being able to talk about English politics
CF \| with each other. I always think it is nice to meet a fellow countryman
CF \| when one is abroad."
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Darn."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about john's abilities"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT JOHN'S ABILITIES
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tell konstanza about sketchbook"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > TELL KONSTANZA ABOUT SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| Konstanza nodded politely, but I half-suspected that her mind was
CF \| elsewhere.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Konstanza, John wants to paint you?"
		Jacqueline says, "Okay, this is the end-clue in this thread:"
		Jacqueline \| Tell John to draw Konstanza, at any time when she's visible. Either in the pub, or on the beach. Then, obtain the sketchbook and show it to Konstanza.
		Jacqueline says, "I feel like we did the first part."
		Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure how to do the second part."
		MoyTW says, "Go to John, say, John, I want to show this to her."
		MoyTW asks, "Maybe?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Are they ever together in the pub?"
		MoyTW asks, "Tell John to go to the graveyard?"
		lkcampbell says, "we can try it"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin sat at a table in a corner, idly sketching random objects
CF \| into his sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, ">hit john with testament. take sketchbook. run away."
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "john, follow me"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, FOLLOW ME
CF \|
CF \| John shook his head. "I'd rather not, really."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hahaha"
		Jacqueline says, "C'MON, JOHN"
		Jacqueline says, "We don't really care what you want, John. We have a game to play."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell john about graveyard"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TELL JOHN ABOUT GRAVEYARD
CF \|
CF \| This provoked no visible reaction.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "john, show sketch to konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, SHOW SKETCH TO KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| John looked doubtful, and shook his head. "To tell the truth, I'd
CF \| really rather not."
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Ah. See. At least the game recognizes that sequence of words."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tell john about konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TELL JOHN ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| "Perhaps," said John, "but I really wouldn't know."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Perhaps... what?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "ask john about konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > ASK JOHN ABOUT KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| "I'm afraid I don't really know what I could tell you about that,
CF \| sir."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "john, give book to me"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > JOHN, GIVE BOOK TO ME
CF \|
CF \| John shrugged as he handed me his sketchbook. "You want to look at my
CF \| old sketches? Certainly, if that is what you want. You probably won't
CF \| find much of interest, I'm afraid."
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Public House
CF \| Reminiscent of old-fashioned mediaeval inns, the dining hall of this
CF \| particular inn also doubled as the local pub. Fairly adequate lighting
CF \| came through the windows which ranged along two sides of the room,
CF \| though I would have preferred a bit more sun. Bare wooden tables were
CF \| placed here and there, and a bar counter ran along one wall of the
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| John Austin was watching the world go by from his table in a corner.
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid, Yvette, bustled about, keeping things in order.
CF \|
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "run away!!"
CF \| >
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > RUN AWAY!!
CF \|
CF \| I couldn't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "NOOOOO"
		Jacqueline says, "Grumble."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "throw sketchbook at john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > THROW SKETCHBOOK AT JOHN
CF \|
CF \| I unfortunately found I lacked the nerve when it came to the crucial
CF \| moment.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "ha."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "borrow sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > BORROW SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "obtain sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > OBTAIN SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "hold sketchbook up to window and beat on the glass until Konstanza comes to look"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > HOLD SKETCHBOOK UP TO WINDOW AND BEAT ON THE GLASS UNTIL KONSTANZA
CF \| COMES TO LOOK
CF \|
CF \| It only occured to me that I should try to hold the sketchbook.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "Is there another exit?"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Okay, can we get K to come to the pub?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put sketchbook in window"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > PUT SKETCHBOOK IN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| That could not contain things.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "drop sketchbook"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > DROP SKETCHBOOK
CF \|
CF \| I set it down.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show sketchbook to konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > SHOW SKETCHBOOK TO KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| (first taking the sketchbook)
CF \| Interesting though that might be, she was currently quite out of
CF \| reach.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| I stopped, thinking it would probably be best if I returned John
CF \| Austin's sketchbook to him before leaving.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "knock on window"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > KNOCK ON WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| It seemed solid enough, and I certainly had no expectations of there
CF \| being an answer to my knock.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| These windows were largely leaded panes of glass that neither opened
CF \| nor closed.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "call konstanza"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > CALL KONSTANZA
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I'm for trying to get her to come here."
		DavidW says, "I don't know how to get sketchbook to her or vice-versa."
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "tear sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TEAR SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| That was not a verb I recognised.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "take sketch"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > TAKE SKETCH
CF \|
CF \| I already had that.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show sketch to yvette"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > SHOW SKETCH TO YVETTE
CF \|
CF \| The serving maid did not seem too interested.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "give sketchbook to john"
CF ] Public House
CF \|
CF \| > GIVE SKETCHBOOK TO JOHN
CF \|
CF \| John smiled wryly as he took back his sketchbook. "Not much, is it?"
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Lobby
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Lobby
CF \| The lobby of the inn was small and dim, but seemed respectable enough.
CF \| A desk sat in a corner where guests might check in or out, and stairs
CF \| led up to the rooms. Through a doorway to the east, the modest dining
CF \| hall and public house could be seen.
CF \|
CF \| Rene, the innkeeper, stood by the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yeah. There's definitely some trolling in the hints..."
		Jacqueline \| Did I just see John kissing Yvette?
		Jacqueline \| No.
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "konstanza, follow me"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > KONSTANZA, FOLLOW ME
CF \|
CF \| I fell into step beside Konstanza, and we strolled along side by side
CF \| for a while. It was a both comforting and comfortable experience while
CF \| it lasted, and it seemed -- or so I hoped -- she felt the same way.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline exclaims, "!"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Beach Wall
CF \|
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Beach Wall
CF \| The cobbles from the north widened out here into a terrace outside the
CF \| inn to the south. A low stone wall to the west overlooked the beach
CF \| some twenty feet below. Hugging the wall, a steep and narrow flight of
CF \| stone steps led down to the sand. Opposite, another high wall defined
CF \| the eastern side of the terrace, broken only by a small wrought-iron
CF \| gate.
CF \|
CF \| >		lkcampbell says, "where did she go"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Churchyard
CF \| In the true gothic-romantic spirit, twisted yew trees provided cool
CF \| shade to the many simple graves that filled this quiet churchyard. To
CF \| the north rose the grey stone church, its solitary outline silhouetted
CF \| in the grey skies of Autumn. Its door was half-obscured by the yews,
CF \| as was the small wrought-iron gate leading out to the west.
CF \| Incongruously, the inn formed part of the west wall, and some of its
CF \| windows looked out onto this sombre scene.
CF \|
CF \| Fraulein Konstanza Von Goethe lingered nearby, quietly surveying the
CF \| scene.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hrm"
lkcampbell says (to ClubFloyd), "konstanza, follow me"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > KONSTANZA, FOLLOW ME
CF \|
CF \| I fell into step beside Konstanza, and we strolled along side by side
CF \| for a while. It was a both comforting and comfortable experience while
CF \| it lasted, and it seemed -- or so I hoped -- she felt the same way.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "That follow me was more of a take a walk."
		DavidW says, "She is not following."
		lkcampbell says, "oh man, that gave me such hope for a moment"
		Jacqueline says, "Man, even with hints, I'm like... c'mon game."
		lkcampbell says, "only to be dashed away"
		Jacqueline says, "Wait. OMG."
		Jacqueline says, "I just read a hint of a thing I tried to do."
		Jacqueline asks, "And... I'm not sure it's still an option?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Remember when I tried to buy the landscape?"
		DavidW asks, "Do we need the journal back?"
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "I don't think so, no."
		DavidW asks, "oh, buy a portrait?"
		lkcampbell asks, "what happened?"
		Jacqueline says, "I'm ... I don't have faith in these hints. I'm beginning to wonder..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "version"
CF ] Churchyard
CF \|
CF \| > VERSION
CF \|
CF \| MUSE: An Autumn Romance
CF \| Copyright (c) 1998 by Christopher Huang.
CF \| (Please type "help" for background and documentation.)
CF \| Release 2 / Serial number 990922 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7
CF \| Standard interpreter 1.0 (6b) / Library serial number 970918
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Okay, never mind. I do have the same version."
		Jacqueline says, "These hints are sometimes very hinty, and sometimes not hinty enough."
		Jacqueline asks, "Do you all mind, since I think we all just want to either get this over with or else quit, if I paste some hints into the chat?"
		lkcampbell says, "do whatever needs to be done I think"
		MoyTW says, "I'd be down with an exact walkthrough."
		Knight_Otu says, "I'm fine with it."
		MoyTW says, "Or, we can call it and come back next time if we want. Or we can drop it."
		DavidW says, "go ahead"
		Jacqueline says, "I wish there were a walkthrough. Wait, let me check IFDB"
		Jacqueline exclaims, "There IS a walkthrough!"
		DavidW says, "I never wrote one for this game."
		Jacqueline says, "Screw the hints, pulling up the walkthrough."
		lkcampbell says, "did anyone try the ragman solution? :)"
		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "egads, no"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, when we asked John to sketch K, did he leave and go down to the beach? He didn't, did he?"
		MoyTW says, "Nope he's in the inn."
		lkcampbell says, "no he did it right there"
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
		lkcampbell says, "I guess because he could see her"
		Jacqueline \| (John Austin appears now)
		Jacqueline \| John, draw Konstanza
		Jacqueline \| ('tell John about Konstanza' also works)
		Jacqueline \| (he now goes down to the beach and starts painting)
		Jacqueline \| d
		Jacqueline \| introduce John to Konstanza
		Jacqueline \| (this should give you an idea of the 'best' ending)
		Jacqueline \| John, draw Konstanza
		Jacqueline \| (John searches his pocket but can't find his sketchbook)
		Jacqueline says, "I am grumpy."
		MoyTW asks, "Ok so it's a single-path playthrough?"
		Jacqueline says, "Well, I gather that there are multiple endings."
		lkcampbell says, "I think we broke our NPCs"
		Jacqueline says, "But this is to get you to the best ending."
		MoyTW says, "Or we're just in a different path."
		Jacqueline says, "Also, ha, here's a useful hint from the walkthrough: in the pub, do not 'smell meal' - the program crashes here on Frotz"
		MoyTW says, "hahahahahaha"
		lkcampbell says, "at least that would be an ending :)"
		DavidW asks, "Were we supposed to save Viktor in the best walkthrough?"
		Jacqueline says, "Well, I think so."
		MoyTW says, "Whoof that'd be a...dark "best" ending."
		Jacqueline says, "But there is possibly (or possibly not, maybe Chis is trolling in the hints) an ending where the father dies and then we do hook up with K. I'm guessing that's not real. One sec, I'll get the text for that, because it's funny/unsettling/creepy..."
		lkcampbell asks, "how do we get to any ending, good or bad?"
		DavidW says, "We did see one ending by getting onto the boat."
		lkcampbell exclaims (at DavidW), "that's true!"
		Jacqueline \| Konstanza won't marry me. I want to die. (1/3) See the question on Konstanza brooding in the churchyard.
		Jacqueline \| Konstanza won't marry me. I want to die. (2/3) She'll only accept if Herr Goethe has successfully committed suicide. It's a father-figure thing.
		Jacqueline \| Konstanza won't marry me. I want to die. (3/3) Not a very satisfactory ending, is it?
		lkcampbell says, "the die alone ending"
		DavidW asks, "Jump through window? Swim?"
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "HA! You're RIGHT! We did get to an ending."
		lkcampbell says, "okay folks I gotta cruise"
		Jacqueline says, "Sigh. I liked this game until it became a bit too fiddly."
		MoyTW says, "Any ending is Good Enough for me at this point."
		Jacqueline says (to Lance), "Yeah, maybe me too."
		MoyTW says, "Yeah, it started off strong but quickly got...iffy, in terms of usability."
		lkcampbell says, "good luck on bringing our protagonist to a horrific conclusion"
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
lkcampbell goes home.		Jacqueline says, "So, I'm kind of over it, but here's the walkthrough if you all want to keep poking at it:"
		Jacqueline \| [LINK]
		Jacqueline says, "And I will be here if someone does. But I will also understand if no one does."
		DavidW says, ">send telegram to Emma"
		MoyTW asks, "Hmm is "The Theatre Of The Sensible" a group?"
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah, at some point you do send a telegram to Emma. To get money to buy one of John's paintings."
		DavidW says, "huh"
Karona sings out of key, the fish jumps out of the jug and slaps her in the face, and she shuffles home looking ashamed.		Knight_Otu \|(the conversation that follows is vital)
		Knight_Otu says, "I guess we didn't exhaust the conversation options with Konstanza."
		Jacqueline says, "ugh"
		Jacqueline asks, "And that was a game-stopper?"
		Knight_Otu asks, "It might be?"
		DavidW says, "And just the other day, Mathbrush was tweeting about the ascendance of conversation in IF."
		Knight_Otu says, "I'm rather glad I went with a menu-driven conversation system for IotA, personally."
		MoyTW asks, "I mean, I'd 100% take it if it just...told you all the subjects?"
		DavidW says, "That's the other method that seems to work."
		Knight_Otu says, "That could be helpful, yes."
		MoyTW says, "Like I get that there's an element of "you should think about what the characters are thinking and then make inferences" and that's theoretically part of the fun, but practically speaking the interface is AWFUL"
		MoyTW says, "until you reach the point where you can, like, reverse live-run a GPT-3 instance to interpret the player's input it's always going to be torture."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah, this is sort of the eternal struggle of conversation implementation in IF."
		MoyTW exclaims, "Like if I wanna say "Hey John, you should come with me to meet Konstanza" how do I do that? I dunno!"
		DavidW says, "Conversation seems to work best when it always pushes the narrative forward rather than spinning in circles."
		Knight_Otu exclaims, "I should log off for the day. Good night, and stay safe!"
Knight_Otu goes home.		MoyTW says, "Night."
		MoyTW asks, "Are there any games that do non-menu conversation well?"
		DavidW says, "I'm sure there are, but I don't easily remember which games are the best at it."
		Jacqueline says, "Well, Galatea was known for that."
		Roger says, "that 'How unseemly!' game"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, we cool with me wrapping up this transcript and posting it?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Or do you all intend to poke still?"
		Roger says, "sure"
		MoyTW says, "Yeah 'm done."
		Roger says, "I'm all poked out"
		Jacqueline pokes Roger.
		DavidW says, "The conversation in Cragne Manor with Carol and Christabell work partly becauset the topics are in boldcase."
		MoyTW says, "I remember Galatea being really good but also it just straight-up changed the situation to make it fit in a way that most games can't do."
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "Oh, true. That is another decent approach."
		bg says, "Lost Pig makes lots of suggestions for conversation topics. I forget if that's a "mode" you have to turn on, or if it always does that."
		DavidW says, "Galatea also did the narrative advancement. You could tell you were making progress because she'd turn a bit more towards you."
		Jacqueline says (to bg), "Looking at the transcript we did for Lost Pig, I think the suggestions were on by default."
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "Yeah"
		MoyTW says, "Yeah, it's a hard problem to solve. Maybe I should replay Galatea."
		MoyTW says, "Well, thanks all! I'm off, now."
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Bye!"