Start of a transcript of Staying Put An Interactive Fiction by verityvirtue Release 1 / Serial number 151221 / Inform 7 build 6L38 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) Identification number: //F68DA7AE-5B29-43EB-972A-4EF197E4CD74// Interpreter version 1.2.8 / VM 3.1.2 / Library serial number 080126 Standard Rules version 3/120430 by Graham Nelson >restart Are you sure you want to restart? y After hell went down over the Grémillet thing, Subramaniam helped you find this place. You'll have to lay low for a while, so that means not getting out of this room - or at least downstairs- until all this blows over. Subra said he'd call you when he'd "settled things". Five days have passed, and Subramaniam hasn't called back. Already you've started waking later and later. Staying Put An Interactive Fiction by verityvirtue Release 1 / Serial number 151221 / Inform 7 build 6L38 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) Attic Room This is a room in an attic, one of hundreds of other rooftops and balconies. There's a skylight, nominally to let in natural light, but seeing as it's so caked up with pigeon doings and dirt, it's not much use. There's a bed, a desk and a chair. You might leave the room to the south, when it's quieter. The washroom is outside, as well. >x bed A marginally comfortable thing, with a cast-iron frame. It holds your weight, but creaks alarmingly when you turn in your sleep. On the bed is a blanket. >x blanket Actually comfortable. Nights in Perigosan aren't cold, but any means, but the room gets quite draughty at night. >x desk A secondhand thing which predates your arrival and indeed the construction of this building. If you were of that kind of mindset, you'd have thought it might have been haunted, it's that kind of furniture. An imposing wooden desk with a drawer at the side. Underneath, a bar fridge hums away merrily. >x chair The chair is wobbly. The seat is an abominable combination of red, purple and yellow felt, like something you'd find on a bus. >sit on chair That's not something you can sit down on. >kick chair That's not a verb I recognise. >eat chair That's plainly inedible. >i You are carrying: a carryall a pen light a phone a jacket a book >eat jacket That's plainly inedible. >x jacket A leather jacket with zip details. It makes you look much cooler than you are. >x phone One of those indestructible Nokias. This would seem out of place now, because just about everyone has smartphones, but you needed something which couldn't go online, accidentally or not, lest someone discovered your location. Or that's what Subra said, and maybe he'd been having you on. >destroy phone Violence isn't the answer to this one. >x light One of those things you thought were cool before you went into medical school, but now are just things you carry around. >x book A rumpled hardcover you picked up for 50 cents at a secondhand bookstore. The dust cover has the unlikely title of "A NEW KIND OF LOVE", but the book inside is actually a thoughtful account of an unnamed civil war from a doctor's point of view. Never have you had such a turnaround in your opinion of a book. >read book You scan through the book, and you pick out: "I saw trucks trundling carefully over the pitted roads. They were carrying glass panes. Someone, somewhere, still had enough hope to build glass windows.". >read book You scan through the book, and you pick out: "Drivers here were of the opinion that if they didn't get bombed out, then they were unlikely to die in a road accident.". >read book You scan through the book, and you pick out: "I saw trucks trundling carefully over the pitted roads. They were carrying glass panes. Someone, somewhere, still had enough hope to build glass windows.". >read book You scan through the book, and you pick out: "Drivers here were of the opinion that if they didn't get bombed out, then they were unlikely to die in a road accident.". >l Attic Room This is a room in an attic, one of hundreds of other rooftops and balconies. There's a skylight, nominally to let in natural light, but seeing as it's so caked up with pigeon doings and dirt, it's not much use. There's a bed, a desk and a chair. You might leave the room to the south, when it's quieter. The washroom is outside, as well. >s Hallway Here, the sounds of the eatery below are louder. Be careful you don't get spotted by anyone. The stairs leading down have been barricaded with a metal gate, so best to respect the measures that Subra put up for your safety. There's a cardboard box here, containing a bunch of reading materials. Your room is to the north, and the washroom is to the east. >x box A box once used to hold apples, now seconded as a box for books. The reading material in this box is varied, sourced as it is from what was found abandoned in the eatery. In the cardboard box are a textbook and a mystery thriller. >read textbook You scan through the textbook, and you pick out: "There is a pH curve, then questions on the pKas of tryptophan. This question is heavily circled.". The noise from the dining area downstairs slowly starts to intensify: it must be lunchtime. >read textbook You scan through the textbook, and you pick out: "The presence of the pi bond restricts the rotation of the molecules around the C=C double bond.". You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. >x mystery boo I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the mystery thriller. >x mystery book I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the mystery thriller. >read mystery book I only understood you as far as wanting to read the mystery thriller. >read mystery You scan through the mystery thriller, and you pick out: "Blue lights flashed and reflected brokenly off the smashed windows of the abandoned factory.". You hear people shouting downstairs. >listen You hear nothing unexpected. You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. >listen to people You can't see any such thing. >listen to plumbing You can't see any such thing. >l Hallway Here, the sounds of the eatery below are louder. Be careful you don't get spotted by anyone. The stairs leading down have been barricaded with a metal gate, so best to respect the measures that Subra put up for your safety. There's a cardboard box here, containing a bunch of reading materials. Your room is to the north, and the washroom is to the east. You hear the clanking of dishes. >smell You smell nothing unexpected. You hear people shouting downstairs. >s You can't go that way. You hear frying pans sizzling. >e Washroom The most important room in a house. This washroom is almost exclusively for your own use, which is an amazing luxury, to be honest. There are the usual amenities here: a toilet, a sink, some toilet paper. Also, some graffiti on the walls. You can leave to the west. You hear people shouting downstairs. >x graffiti There's only a modest amount of graffiti in this place, written in permanent marker. "LOVE is the greatest force", one reads. Another less high-minded one reads, "CHEESE". You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. >x toilet It's a minor miracle there was even a working toilet here, so despite the cracked seat you really can't complain. You hear frying pans sizzling. >x sink The taps here are mottled with rust. A thin dribble of water is all that comes out when you experimentally turn the tap on. Under the sink are some bottles of drain cleaner and bleach. You hear people shouting downstairs. >drink bleach There's nothing suitable to drink here. You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. >w Hallway Here, the sounds of the eatery below are louder. Be careful you don't get spotted by anyone. The stairs leading down have been barricaded with a metal gate, so best to respect the measures that Subra put up for your safety. There's a cardboard box here, containing a bunch of reading materials. Your room is to the north, and the washroom is to the east. You hear people shouting downstairs. >n Attic Room This is a room in an attic, one of hundreds of other rooftops and balconies. There's a skylight, nominally to let in natural light, but seeing as it's so caked up with pigeon doings and dirt, it's not much use. There's a bed, a desk and a chair. You might leave the room to the south, when it's quieter. The washroom is outside, as well. You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. >x skylight Some light filters through, but you can't tell whether it's from streetlights, other people's windows or the sun. Other than that, there is no other window in the room. You hear frying pans sizzling. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. You hear people shouting downstairs. Time passes. You hear frying pans sizzling. Time passes. You hear people shouting downstairs. Time passes. You hear frying pans sizzling. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. You hear a sudden gurgle from the plumbing. Time passes. You hear frying pans sizzling. Time passes. You hear the clanking of dishes. Time passes. You hear frying pans sizzling. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. You hear the clanking of dishes. Time passes. You hear frying pans sizzling. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. You suddenly hear the sounds of a violinist tuning their instrument, the tentative tinkle of a pianist. They're having house music tonight. It must be Tuesday. >z.z.z.z Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. Time passes. A sudden cheer goes up from the dining area below you, and you hear the beginnings of a toast: "Yaaa-aaaammmmmm... seng!" Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Music drifts from the dining rooms below. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z..z.z. Time passes. That's not a verb I recognise. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. >z.z.z.z. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. Time passes. There's no point making yourself overly miserable. Better to you to lay down, now, and try and go to sleep. Or at least rest. *** You drift off to the sounds of carousing from downstairs. *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > quit