Start of a transcript of: Inform 7 v10.1.2 Identification number: //47E613A7-053F-40E5-8567-A8A940E72A5D// Interpreter version 2.1.7 / VM 3.1.2 Hybrid Choices version 7.1 by AW Freyr >l Police station - Venice, 1975 Dirty grey walls. Harsh white light. The smell of sweat, stale tobacco and cold cofee. On the table, the tape recorder is rolling. The two policemen are sitting across the table from you, their dark eyes piercing. "No, I'm a big fan, I promise. Now, if you could tell us..." "What else do you need to hear? Why am I still here?" A Víctor Ojuel film... >i You're wearing plain clothes, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "Just a formality, signorina." "Yes, just tell us everything, from the beginning, please." Starring Eva Chantry as Herself... >x me You are... at this point, who knows? "From the beginning? That's a long time ago..." Please press SPACE to continue. B A R C A R O L L E I N Y E L L O W (1975, released in Italy as "Barcarolla in Giallo"). Written and directed by Víctor Ojuel. Main photography by Ara Carrasco Camera testing by Ara Carrasco, Hernán Ojuel and Mathbrush. NC-17 (Violence, blood, sexual violence, nudity) Type HELP for instructions. Please press SPACE to continue. Texas, 1862. A lone horseman rides through the desert. All around him, the earth is dry and desolate, sun-blasted canyons and scorched hills accentuating his lonesomeness. Pulling out, we see the outline of a woman watching him from a window. Azure Rose Saloon In the shadowy interior of the saloon, the red-white heat of the desert mellows into a palette of brown wood, blue jeans and purple silk. A dozen or so cowboys are drinking and gambling, their occasional laughing or cursing or singing interrupting the sound of the piano, mingling with the cooing tones of the can-can girls on a break. Behind the bar stands the impassible figure of Blue Johnny, and at the man at the piano is playing a jolly tune. >x johnny He's serving drinks with his usual phlegm and impeccably waxed moustache. Our hero swaggers into the saloon, all conversations die, all eyes are on him. >talk to hero You get in his way with some flirty remark, making him lose his composure for a second, blink and look at the cameras, puzzled. "CUUUUT!" Everyone freezes in place, every conversation dies down, the music stops. Everyone is staring at you now. "MA CHE CAZZO FAI, RAGAZZA!?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, EVA? YOU JUST RUINED THE TAKE!" Red in the face, the director storms out of the set. Immediately the cameras stop rolling, every actor and extra goes back to chatting or getting ready for the next take. Almería, southern Spain. A set made to look like a Far West saloon, in the desertic regions of Andalusia. Most of the extras here are actually Spanish conscripts doing their military service in the most unorthodox of ways. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" >i You are wearing: a stockings a can-can costume You are carrying: a fan >fan me No, no, focus on this scene, don't start dissociating again! >fan No, no, focus on this scene, don't start dissociating again! >leovl No, no, focus on this scene, don't start dissociating again! >z Time passes. >l Almería, southern Spain. A set made to look like a Far West saloon, in the desertic regions of Andalusia. Most of the extras here are actually Spanish conscripts doing their military service in the most unorthodox of ways. A boy is running around the place, asking after "la señorita Eva". >talk to boy After a few fast words in Spanish you don't understand, he hands you a rectangular, folded piece of paper: a telegram, for you. >read telegram == CONGRATULATIONS COMMA BARCAROLLE ROLE SECURED STOP YOU ARE EXPECTED VENICE ASAP STOP TAKE NIGHT TRAIN TO MADRID THEN TEN PAST NINE MORNING EXPRESS TO BARCELONA STOP DEPART ELEVEN MORNING ON TRAIN 3945 TO VENICE VIA MONTEPELLIER COMMA GENOA COMMA MILAN STOP HAVE BOOKED ROOM FOR YOU AT HOTEL CLASSICO STOP SOMEONE WILL MEET YOU AT SANTA LUCIA STOP BREAK LEG END == Considering how this movie is already over for you, you waste no time getting back to your pension to pack. You rush to the station to take the first train to Madrid, and thence, to Venice. Please press SPACE to continue. After a long and exhausting trip, your train leaves Mestre behind to cross the long bridge over the lagoon, a trail of steam over the waters. Dead ahead, Venice is a giant lily pad spiked with bell towers. Dark clouds are gathering over the city, blown from the Adriatic. Huffing and puffing, your train pulls into Venezia Santa Lucia. Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station (in the train) You are sitting in a rickety second-class car, stopped at the terminus station of Venice. You should get out of the train. Your suitcase is on the floor by your side. The passengers start getting up from their seats, eager to get out first. >get suitcase Taken. Passengers jostle each other to get out of the train, and home, before the rain. >i You are wearing: a silk scarf a summer dress You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport The train empties. >out Lugging your heavy suitcase, you get down to the platform and then into the old and dilapidated building of the train station. Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. The train that brought you here is stopped at the station. A metallic, deformed voice crackles on the tannoy: "TRENO NEL BINARIO DUE VA PARTIRE PER VERONA PORTA NUOVA, BOLZANO E L'AUSTRIA.". >in Someone from the production team was supposed to pick you at the station, weren't they? You can't leave and wander on your own! The train whistles and, huffing and shaking, slowly at first, it starts pulling out of the station, and into the grey rain, to return to mainland Italy. >e You can't leave and wander on your own! Someone is supposed to pick you up! A cold breeze blows throught the gates of the station... You shiver in your light dress. >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Lightning flashes, and a few seconds later, thunder replies with fury. Outside, the first droplets are falling. Where is the studio person to pick you up? >talk to man "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for my hotel, could you give me some directions, please?" He hardly looks up from his smoke and his paper. "No English." "I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian, I... Hotel?" "Hotel, che cosa?", he says impatiently. Exasperated, you take another look at the time. Well, you've had quite enough. You'll give someone an earful later, but now, you're out of here. Just find your hotel and call it a day. "It's called "Hotel..." Don't start dissociating now! "It's called "Hotel..."what "Excusi, che?" The man seems confused, obviously hasn't understood the hotel name. You should check that you're giving him the right name. Beyond the rain-slicked gates, rain falls on the canals in silvery splatters. >i You are wearing: a silk scarf a summer dress You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport Outside the gates, dirty water keeps falling on the streets like divine retribution. > Don't start dissociating now! >x telegram == CONGRATULATIONS COMMA BARCAROLLE ROLE SECURED STOP YOU ARE EXPECTED VENICE ASAP STOP TAKE NIGHT TRAIN TO MADRID THEN TEN PAST NINE MORNING EXPRESS TO BARCELONA STOP DEPART ELEVEN MORNING ON TRAIN 3945 TO VENICE VIA MONTEPELLIER COMMA GENOA COMMA MILAN STOP HAVE BOOKED ROOM FOR YOU AT HOTEL CLASSICO STOP SOMEONE WILL MEET YOU AT SANTA LUCIA STOP BREAK LEG END == Beyond the rain-slicked gates, a deluge is drenching the cobblestones with a malignant insistence. >takl to man Don't start dissociating now! >talk to man "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for my hotel, could you give me some directions, please?" He hardly looks up from his smoke and his paper. "No English." "I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian, I... Hotel?" "Hotel, che cosa?", he says impatiently. Outside, a downpour is showering the slick pavement uncessantly. "It's called "Hotel..."classico "Hmmm... ah, dai, Hotel CLASSICO?" The man rattles off a long explanation that leaves you none the wiser. Sighing, he points to the doors, and then to somewhere generally south-east of here, and repeats one word a few times, slowly, so you get it: "RIVA." Then he points again, and goes back to his paper, exhausted by the communication effort. That's as close as it gets to directions: some place called "riva", in the south-eastern part of the city? Out there in the night, rain is drenching the dirty facades with fury. >x stan Don't start dissociating now! >x stan Don't start dissociating now! >x stand It is a mainstay of Italian culture, selling the papers, tobacco, giallo novels and other trinkets. Outside, a deluge falls on the canals with a maddening monotony. >x papers Sensationalist newspapers, girlie magazines, cheap paperbacks, lighters, the works. Beyond the rain-slicked gates, a downpour is showering the streets with fury. >buy paper Don't start dissociating now! >*that's an odd "I don't understand" type msg Don't start dissociating now! >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Outside, a deluge falls on the slick pavement uncessantly. >ne That's not the way! Outside the gates, a downpour keeps falling on the cobblestones with a malignant insistence. >se That's not the way! Beyond the rain-slicked gates, a deluge is showering the canals uncessantly. >e Taking a deep breath, you decide to brave the rain and find the hotel on your own. You step through the gates, into the pouring rain, and are instantly soaked. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It's raining cats and dogs. You have a feeling someone is watching you. >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It's raining. You hear footsteps behind you. >look behind you Don't start dissociating now! >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It's pouring. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >w You try to run back to the station, looking behind you. There's a sudden flash of lightning - and for a second it illuminates a sinister masked person, right behind you! Then the light is out, and so is the knife. You fall on your knees, looking at the blood flowing into the drenched cobblestones. The next stab is through your eye, and then you see no more. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Nobody told you it rains so much in Venice? The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >hide Don't start dissociating now! >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >e That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. It's pouring. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >turn around Don't start dissociating now! >i You are wearing: a silk scarf a summer dress (soaked) You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport Distant thunder punctuates the sound of rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >take off scarf You take off the silk scarf. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone snatches your scarf from behind and throws it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >scream Don't start dissociating now! >yell Don't start dissociating now! >run You'll have to say which compass direction to go in. The grey skies are unleashing a deluge. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >run south Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >help To move around, use NORTH, SOUTH, EAST, WEST and so on; UP and DOWN, and IN and OUT, and ENTER and EXIT. To check out a place, use LOOK; to read or perceive finer details, use EXAMINE. To interact with objects, use TAKE and DROP; OPEN and CLOSE, and PUT (e.g. a coin) IN (e.g. the wallet). To use clothes, use WEAR and TAKE OFF. Use THINK to get a hint. >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. A heavy rain is falling. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. Nobody told you it rains so much in Venice? RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >enter You must supply a noun. It's raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >enter gallery The gallery is closed for the night. There's a brief lull in the rain. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >l Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. It's raining cats and dogs. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undos Please give one of the answers above. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >s That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. It's raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >l Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. The grey skies are unleashing a deluge. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL CLASSICO", which you can enter. It keeps raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >w That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. It keeps raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. Nobody told you it rains so much in Venice? The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. The grey skies are unleashing a deluge. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. It's raining. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL CLASSICO", which you can enter. A heavy rain is falling. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >run east Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL CLASSICO", which you can enter. The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >enter You must supply a noun. It's pouring. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >in The gallery is closed for the night. The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >*what?? Don't start dissociating now! >i You are wearing: a summer dress (soaked) You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >fly Don't start dissociating now! >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >yell cut Don't start dissociating now! >help To move around, use NORTH, SOUTH, EAST, WEST and so on; UP and DOWN, and IN and OUT, and ENTER and EXIT. To check out a place, use LOOK; to read or perceive finer details, use EXAMINE. To interact with objects, use TAKE and DROP; OPEN and CLOSE, and PUT (e.g. a coin) IN (e.g. the wallet). To use clothes, use WEAR and TAKE OFF. Use THINK to get a hint. >think * * * from the script of "BARCAROLLE IN YELLOW" (1975): TRAIN STATION - INT. NIGHT: EVA decides to find her hotel on her own... The NEWSPAPER MAN gives EVA some directions to her hotel, the CLASSICO (in Italian). EVA understands that it is somewhere called "riva", generally south-east of the station, past San Marco. She grabs her suitcase and leaves the station... It's raining cats and dogs. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >se That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. A heavy rain is falling. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >s That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo "Undo" capacity exhausted. Sorry! >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It keeps raining. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Distant thunder punctuates the sound of rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >take off scarf You take off the silk scarf. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone snatches your scarf from behind and throws it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >run n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. It's pouring. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >run s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. Distant thunder punctuates the sound of rain. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >enter You must supply a noun. A heavy rain is falling. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >enter gallery The gallery is closed for the night. The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >x gallery A little private gallery, displaying local paintings, crafts and antiques. You can go inside. It keeps raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >go inside The gallery is closed for the night. It's raining cats and dogs. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >s That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. It's raining cats and dogs. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL CLASSICO", which you can enter. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > *it feels like it wants me to enter the gallery but it also says it's closed?? Please give one of the answers above. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. It's pouring. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >save Ok. >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL CLASSICO", which you can enter. It keeps raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > restart "I love your work." "You mean, you love to watch me die." A finger punches down the button, and the tape recorder starts rolling. GIALLI CAZZUTI PRODUCTIONS presents... Police station - Venice, 1975 Dirty grey walls. Harsh white light. The smell of sweat, stale tobacco and cold cofee. On the table, the tape recorder is rolling. The two policemen are sitting across the table from you, their dark eyes piercing. >z Time passes. "No, I'm a big fan, I promise. Now, if you could tell us..." "What else do you need to hear? Why am I still here?" A Víctor Ojuel film... >z Time passes. "Just a formality, signorina." "Yes, just tell us everything, from the beginning, please." Starring Eva Chantry as Herself... >z Time passes. "From the beginning? That's a long time ago..." Please press SPACE to continue. B A R C A R O L L E I N Y E L L O W (1975, released in Italy as "Barcarolla in Giallo"). Written and directed by Víctor Ojuel. Main photography by Ara Carrasco Camera testing by Ara Carrasco, Hernán Ojuel and Mathbrush. NC-17 (Violence, blood, sexual violence, nudity) Type HELP for instructions. Please press SPACE to continue. Texas, 1862. A lone horseman rides through the desert. All around him, the earth is dry and desolate, sun-blasted canyons and scorched hills accentuating his lonesomeness. Pulling out, we see the outline of a woman watching him from a window. Azure Rose Saloon In the shadowy interior of the saloon, the red-white heat of the desert mellows into a palette of brown wood, blue jeans and purple silk. A dozen or so cowboys are drinking and gambling, their occasional laughing or cursing or singing interrupting the sound of the piano, mingling with the cooing tones of the can-can girls on a break. Behind the bar stands the impassible figure of Blue Johnny, and at the man at the piano is playing a jolly tune. >z Time passes. Our hero swaggers into the saloon, all conversations die, all eyes are on him. >z Time passes. The hero walks to the bar, eyes steely. Conversations are slowly starting to resume around him, like water flowing around a stone... >z Time passes. A man is drinking at the bar, his back turned to the hero. We see his left hand, sliding down his side, out of the hero's view, slowly inching towards his gun... >z Time passes. BLAM! BLAM! The hero turns around and guns the bounty hunter down. The poor devil grunts, turns around like a broken doll and, slowly, dramatically, he drops to the floor, dead... >x hunter Ragged, hard-bitten and hard-biting, a man of the frontier, where it's kill or be killed. Your kind of man? Everyone stays where they are for a couple of seconds too long, and then... "AAAND CUT!" Everyone stops doing what they are doing and instantly relax into easier postures, easier chat, or a relieved kind of silence. The director stalks out of his chair, expression unreadable, and leaves the set. Almería, southern Spain. A set made to look like a Far West saloon, in the desertic regions of Andalusia. Most of the extras here are actually Spanish conscripts doing their military service in the most unorthodox of ways. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >x boy He's maybe eight or ten years old, dressed in nondescript clothes covered in dust. He waves a rectangular piece of paper in his grubby hand like it's a passport, or a holy image. >talk to boy After a few fast words in Spanish you don't understand, he hands you a rectangular, folded piece of paper: a telegram, for you. >x telegram == CONGRATULATIONS COMMA BARCAROLLE ROLE SECURED STOP YOU ARE EXPECTED VENICE ASAP STOP TAKE NIGHT TRAIN TO MADRID THEN TEN PAST NINE MORNING EXPRESS TO BARCELONA STOP DEPART ELEVEN MORNING ON TRAIN 3945 TO VENICE VIA MONTEPELLIER COMMA GENOA COMMA MILAN STOP HAVE BOOKED ROOM FOR YOU AT HOTEL GIALLO STOP SOMEONE WILL MEET YOU AT SANTA LUCIA STOP BREAK LEG END == Considering how this movie is already over for you, you waste no time getting back to your pension to pack. You rush to the station to take the first train to Madrid, and thence, to Venice. Please press SPACE to continue. After a long and exhausting trip, your train leaves Mestre behind to cross the long bridge over the lagoon, a trail of steam over the waters. Dead ahead, Venice is a giant lily pad spiked with bell towers. Dark clouds are gathering over the city, blown from the Adriatic. Huffing and puffing, your train pulls into Venezia Santa Lucia. Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station (in the train) You are sitting in a rickety second-class car, stopped at the terminus station of Venice. You should get out of the train. Your suitcase is on the floor by your side. The passengers start getting up from their seats, eager to get out first. >get suitcase Taken. Passengers jostle each other to get out of the train, and home, before the rain. >out Lugging your heavy suitcase, you get down to the platform and then into the old and dilapidated building of the train station. Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. The train that brought you here is stopped at the station. The train empties. >talk to stand Jesus, Eva, you REALLY are going crazy! A metallic, deformed voice crackles on the tannoy: "TRENO NEL BINARIO DUE VA PARTIRE PER VERONA PORTA NUOVA, BOLZANO E L'AUSTRIA.". >i You are wearing: a silk scarf a summer dress You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport The train whistles and, huffing and shaking, slowly at first, it starts pulling out of the station, and into the grey rain, to return to mainland Italy. >read telegram == CONGRATULATIONS COMMA BARCAROLLE ROLE SECURED STOP YOU ARE EXPECTED VENICE ASAP STOP TAKE NIGHT TRAIN TO MADRID THEN TEN PAST NINE MORNING EXPRESS TO BARCELONA STOP DEPART ELEVEN MORNING ON TRAIN 3945 TO VENICE VIA MONTEPELLIER COMMA GENOA COMMA MILAN STOP HAVE BOOKED ROOM FOR YOU AT HOTEL GIALLO STOP SOMEONE WILL MEET YOU AT SANTA LUCIA STOP BREAK LEG END == A cold breeze blows throught the gates of the station... You shiver in your light dress. >talk to man "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for my hotel, could you give me some directions, please?" He hardly looks up from his smoke and his paper. "No English." "I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian, I... Hotel?" "Hotel, che cosa?", he says impatiently. Lightning flashes, and a few seconds later, thunder replies with fury. Outside, the first droplets are falling. Where is the studio person to pick you up? "It's called "Hotel..."GIALLO "Hmmm... ah, dai, Hotel GIALLO?" The man rattles off a long explanation that leaves you none the wiser. Sighing, he points to the doors, and then to somewhere generally south-east of here, and repeats one word a few times, slowly, so you get it: "RIVA." Then he points again, and goes back to his paper, exhausted by the communication effort. That's as close as it gets to directions: some place called "riva", in the south-eastern part of the city? Exasperated, you take another look at the time. Well, you've had quite enough. You'll give someone an earful later, but now, you're out of here. Just find your hotel and call it a day. >save Ok. >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Outside the gates, rain falls on the canals in silvery splatters. >e Taking a deep breath, you decide to brave the rain and find the hotel on your own. You step through the gates, into the pouring rain, and are instantly soaked. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. You have a feeling someone is watching you. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Distant thunder punctuates the sound of rain. You hear footsteps behind you. >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. The footsteps are getting nearer...Someone grabs your scarf from behind, twisting it around your neck. You twist and kick and try to fight back, but whoever it is is too strong for you. The last thing you see as you die, is a mask made of red glass, before darkness engulfs everything. The next morning, your corpse will be found hanging by the neck from the campanile of San Marco, hanged with your own red scarf... like the other girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >drop scar Don't start dissociating now! >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) "CUUUUT!" Everyone freezes in place, every conversation dies down, the music stops. Everyone is staring at you now. "MA CHE CAZZO FAI, RAGAZZA!?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, EVA? YOU JUST RUINED THE TAKE!" Red in the face, the director storms out of the set. Immediately the cameras stop rolling, every actor and extra goes back to chatting or getting ready for the next take. Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >talk to boy Don't start dissociating now! >x boy Don't start dissociating now! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. It's raining. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >enter gallery The gallery is closed for the night. A heavy rain is falling. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >s That way isn't leading anywhere! It's hard to get your bearings under the heavy rain. Nobody told you it rains so much in Venice? You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. Nobody told you it rains so much in Venice? You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. There's a brief lull in the rain. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >enter You must supply a noun. It keeps raining. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Riva Degli Sette Martire [Previous turn undone.] >enter hotel Peering through the heavy rain, you spot your hotel. Finally! You step into that little shelter of light and warmth with a sigh of relief. Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. Phew! You made it to your hotel, safe and sound... Turning around, through the lobby windows you spot someone out there in the street, under the rain... his face covered in something RED! There's a flash of lighting... and whoever it was is gone. Or maybe you're just imagining things? With a shiver, you decide to put it out of your mind. You're dying for a warm bath and some shut eye. Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >restore Ok. >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Out there in the night, rain falls on the canals in silvery splatters. >e Taking a deep breath, you decide to brave the rain and find the hotel on your own. You step through the gates, into the pouring rain, and are instantly soaked. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It's raining cats and dogs. You have a feeling someone is watching you. >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It keeps raining. You hear footsteps behind you. >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) "CUUUUT!" Everyone freezes in place, every conversation dies down, the music stops. Everyone is staring at you now. "MA CHE CAZZO FAI, RAGAZZA!?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, EVA? YOU JUST RUINED THE TAKE!" Red in the face, the director storms out of the set. Immediately the cameras stop rolling, every actor and extra goes back to chatting or getting ready for the next take. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. A heavy rain is falling. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. A heavy rain is falling. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. The grey skies are unleashing a deluge. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Castello [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Cannaregio [Previous turn undone.] >undo Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station [Previous turn undone.] >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Outside the gates, dirty water keeps falling on the streets like divine retribution. >e Taking a deep breath, you decide to brave the rain and find the hotel on your own. You step through the gates, into the pouring rain, and are instantly soaked. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. Distant thunder punctuates the sound of rain. You have a feeling someone is watching you. >l Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. It's raining cats and dogs. You hear footsteps behind you. >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) "CUUUUT!" Everyone freezes in place, every conversation dies down, the music stops. Everyone is staring at you now. "MA CHE CAZZO FAI, RAGAZZA!?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, EVA? YOU JUST RUINED THE TAKE!" Red in the face, the director storms out of the set. Immediately the cameras stop rolling, every actor and extra goes back to chatting or getting ready for the next take. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) The rain plays a fast staccato on the poodles. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. There's a brief lull in the rain. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. It's raining. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. The grey skies are unleashing a deluge. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > restore Ok. >l Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. Out there in the night, rain falls on the canals in silvery splatters. >e Taking a deep breath, you decide to brave the rain and find the hotel on your own. You step through the gates, into the pouring rain, and are instantly soaked. Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. You have a feeling someone is watching you. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. There's a brief lull in the rain. You hear footsteps behind you. >drop scarf (first taking the silk scarf off) "CUUUUT!" Everyone freezes in place, every conversation dies down, the music stops. Everyone is staring at you now. "MA CHE CAZZO FAI, RAGAZZA!?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, EVA? YOU JUST RUINED THE TAKE!" Red in the face, the director storms out of the set. Immediately the cameras stop rolling, every actor and extra goes back to chatting or getting ready for the next take. Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. A boy arrives running. "¡Telegrama para la señorita Eva!" You open your hand, and let the storm claim the piece of red silk, as it disappears carried by the wind a second later. (Why? Was that in the script, or was it your idea?) After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. The footsteps are getting nearer...You start running! >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. Lightning makes the falling rain scintillate for a moment. The footsteps are quick now, he's runinng too! He's closing on you FAST! Someone is coming for you! >enter gallery The gallery is closed for the night. It's raining. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. After a brief lull in the rain, it starts pouring down again. You scream, but the scream dies when a gloved hand covers your mouth... A hand lands heavily on your shoulder, and before you can turn around and protest or fight back, a knife sinks between your ribs, expertly finding your heart. The last thing you see is a mask of red glass, before everything turns black. The next morning, your corpse turns out floating down the Gran Canal, artistically decorated with a red silk scarf. Just like the previous girls. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >undo Piazza San Marco [Previous turn undone.] >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. There's a brief lull in the rain. RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! >enter hotel Peering through the heavy rain, you spot your hotel. Finally! You step into that little shelter of light and warmth with a sigh of relief. Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. Phew! You made it to your hotel, safe and sound... Turning around, through the lobby windows you spot someone out there in the street, under the rain... his face covered in something RED! There's a flash of lighting... and whoever it was is gone. Or maybe you're just imagining things? With a shiver, you decide to put it out of your mind. You're dying for a warm bath and some shut eye. It's nice to be out of the rain. >out No way you're going back into the street, not in this downpour... and with that stalker lurking around... Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >u The receptionist coughs in a studied manner. "Signorina?". It's nice to be out of the rain. >talk to lady The lady smiles a grannie's smile, seeing you soaked through. "Buona sera, signorina, ah... English? Welcome to Hotel GIALLO, dear. The storm catch you good, eh?" "Yes, the storm and... have you seen someone around here, I mean, in the street, with a sort of... red mask in his face?" "It is carnival time, signorina. A lot of people wear costumes and masks. It's part of the charm!" "Yes, I know, but this man, he was following me, chasing me, and... oh, never mind. My name is Eva Chantry, I should have a reservation." "Let me see... Chantree, Chantree... ah, yes, here. Very good, very good. Can I see papers, per piacere?" It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >i You are wearing: a summer dress (soaked) You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >x telegram == CONGRATULATIONS COMMA BARCAROLLE ROLE SECURED STOP YOU ARE EXPECTED VENICE ASAP STOP TAKE NIGHT TRAIN TO MADRID THEN TEN PAST NINE MORNING EXPRESS TO BARCELONA STOP DEPART ELEVEN MORNING ON TRAIN 3945 TO VENICE VIA MONTEPELLIER COMMA GENOA COMMA MILAN STOP HAVE BOOKED ROOM FOR YOU AT HOTEL GIALLO STOP SOMEONE WILL MEET YOU AT SANTA LUCIA STOP BREAK LEG END == It's nice to be out of the rain. >show passport to lady The receptionist is unimpressed. It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >show telegram to lady The receptionist is unimpressed. It's nice to be out of the rain. >open suitcase You can rummage through your clothes in your room. Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. Well, at least this place is cozy and welcoming... >i You are wearing: a summer dress (soaked) You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >x dress A light but modest summer dress, which you hoped would be good for the Italian weather... now completely soaked through and clinging to your wet body. It's nice to be out of the rain. >search it A light but modest summer dress, which you hoped would be good for the Italian weather... now completely soaked through and clinging to your wet body. Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >search suitcase A sturdy, battered suitcase, containing a red dress, a jeans and blouse, a nightdress, a film script and a jar of pills. Well, at least this place is cozy and welcoming... >x script Don't start dissociating now! >read script Don't start dissociating now! >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. It's nice to be out of the rain. >z Time passes. Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >bmrkm Don't start dissociating now! >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. It's nice to be out of the rain. >x suitvase Don't start dissociating now! >x suitcase A sturdy, battered suitcase, containing a red dress, a jeans and blouse, a nightdress, a film script and a jar of pills. It keeps raining outside. Inside it's warm and nice. >i You are wearing: a summer dress (soaked) You are carrying: a suitcase a telegram a passport Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >x pills Don't start dissociating now! >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. It's nice to be out of the rain. >talk to lady "Your papers, please? I'm sorry, I know you're cold, it's for police. A formality." Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >show passport to lady The receptionist is unimpressed. It's nice to be out of the rain. >give passport to lady You hand her your passport, and wait as she laboriously copies your details in careful, antique longhand. "It's room 13, on second floor. Oh, by the way, someone called earlier, for you." "For me? Must have been someone from the production. The bastards..." "Yes, from the movies, he said he was the director? He is sorry about the, eh, confusion, and he wanted to see you." "Well, not tonight. I'm going to have a long, warm bath, and tomorrow will be another day. Good night." "Good night, and enjoy your stay at Hotel GIALLO, signorina Chantry!"" Through the windows, you can see the rain drenching everything outside. Thank goodness you don't have to go out there again... >u You climb the stairs, up to your room. Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has large windows, through which you can see the downpour over the lagoon, lit by a large, full moon. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the open door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. >take bath That's fixed in place. >enter bathtub Not with your clothes on! >take off dress Trembling, you peel off your soaked dress. If this was a scene, the camera would be sliding down as you do, catching the goosebumps in your soft skin to emphasize your vulnerability, and ending with the wet heap on the floor. But it's not a scene. >enter tub Really, you're going to take a bath with a suitcase, a summer dress (soaked), a telegram and a passport? >drop all suitcase: Dropped. summer dress (soaked): Dropped. telegram: Dropped. passport: Dropped. >close door You close the door. >lock door That doesn't seem to be something you can lock. >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has large windows, through which you can see the downpour over the lagoon, lit by a large, full moon. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a passport, a telegram, a summer dress (soaked) and a suitcase (closed) here. >x door A simple door. It is closed. >d It's one thing to have nude scenes if the script calls for them, but you're not walking around anywhere public like this! >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has large windows, through which you can see the downpour over the lagoon, lit by a large, full moon. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a passport, a telegram, a summer dress (soaked) and a suitcase (closed) here. >enter tub You run a hot bath, waiting until it's half full to slide in, with a sensual moan of pleasure. Again, if this was a scene, the camera would catch you from behind, lingering on your nakedness as you raise one leg, then the other, and ease into the steaming water. Does it matter that it's a scene or not? Only if you're acting for the audience, as your old teacher used to use. If you're doing it for yourself, then the camera is always on. You close your eyes and listen to the patter of the rain on the windows. Fury and violence without, softness and beauty within. A metaphor for something or the other... You're drifting off, when a noise awakens you. Someone is knocking on your door. Again. It's a firm, masculine way of knocking. Here comes the outside world, wanting in. You get out of the bath and towel yourself dry quickly. Who the hell could it be? >get dress Taken. >wear it You're not wearing that sodden thing again! >get red dress Don't start dissociating now! >open suitcase You open the suitcase, revealing a red dress, a jeans and blouse, a nightdress, a film script and a jar of pills. >get red dress Taken. >wear it You put on the red dress. >open door "Who's there?" You open the door a crack, as you often do when you're about to be murdered luridly. Or raped. Often both: occupational hazard. Through the crack, dramatically lighted, you can see a vertical slice of face: that of the director! The slice includes a brown, intense eye, an aquiline nose, a bit of smiling lip and some seriously square jawline. "I know it's late, Eva, but I wanted to drop by to say welcome to Venice, and the best giallo of your career." "Still up, Eva? I know it's late, but... better than never, mmm? Be a good girl and let me in, we could rehearse that sex scene in Act 2, eh?" The tone is inequivocally equivocal. Is this really happening? Why does it feel... like another take? Let him in?no "Good night, boss. I'll see you tomorow in the studio," you reply coldly. "But Eva..." You close the door in his face. You could have gotten lost or mugged or worse, out there in the rain, all because he didn't remember or didn't care to send someone to pick you up. Now he wants you to put out? Screw him. You get in bed and quickly fall asleep, to the sound of the storm raging against the window. Please press SPACE to continue. The next morning, you are awoken by the telephone. "Buon giorno, principessa! Is the lady planning on working, or is she just vacationing in Venice on my dime?" "I'm sorry? I arrived really late last night and I had to find the hotel on my own and then you came around and..." "Can it, Eva. Get that pretty little ass to the studio, pronto! It's in Santa Croce. We're waiting for you. I'm already giving you a chance you didn't deserve with this role, Eva. So move it, or you can go back to shaking your tits on those sword-and-sandal shitshows." Sounds like you are going to have to skip breakfast! Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a passport, a telegram and a suitcase (in which are a jeans and blouse, a nightdress, a film script and a jar of pills) here. >x me You are Eva Chantry, a mainstay of spaghetti westerns, pepla and gialli - any movie that needs a cute girl to be cutely killed. Hundreds of thousands of people know your face (and anatomy), not so may would recall your name. You are wearing a red dress. >d Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >talk to lady She greets you and goes back to her paperwork. >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >*will it let me go out without any of my stuff It's not the time to have another crisis, Eva, we have to work, we need to work... >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >enter gallery Galleria d'arte You enter an ancient building next to San Marco square, with marble floors featuring intrincate designs that look more Byzantine than Venetian. It's quiet and smells of oil paintings and centuries of patience. A smartly dressed woman looks up from a catalog to smile at you in greeting. The only way is out. >talk to woman "Good day? May I..." "Oh, nothing, it's just a lovely building... Do you mind if I take a look?" "Naturally. It's a thirteen-century building, rebuilt in the seventeenth and renovated after Garibaldi. Look as much as you want. If you need me I'll be here," she says with a smile of... amusement? >x floors This place makes you feel strangely at home. It's as if you have been here before... with... someone... or perhaps it was in another movie? >out Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >n Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >n You can't walk on water, it's not one of those movies. >e You can't go that way. >w Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. >e Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >go inside The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >talk to shopkeeper He makes some small talk, but his only interest in your is as a buyer. And you are not the kind to buy souvenirs. >take off dress This is supposed to be a giallo, not one of those "commedie scollacciate" with random nudity! >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >enter studio You make your "grand entrance" to the studio. Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio is a swirl of activity, with orders being shouted and people hurrying to follow them. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. The director, is shouting orders and giving instructions, looking stern and funky. >talk to director He looks at you with a stressed-out expression. "Ah, Eva, finally, you're here! Have you read the script? We're shooting the Rialto scene today, are you ready?" "Good morning, I..." "I want you to check the script one more time before we move to location, va bene? Every minute we are losing money and daylight! >e You can't go that way. >out Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >e Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >e Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >e You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >n Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >*line break is oddly large here It's not the time to have another crisis, Eva, we have to work, we need to work... >l Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >enter hotel Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >u You climb the stairs, up to your room. Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a passport, a telegram and a suitcase (in which are a jeans and blouse, a nightdress, a film script and a jar of pills) here. >get all passport: Taken. telegram: Taken. suitcase: You're not going to carry it around Venice. It's staying here until you leave the city. jeans and blouse: Taken. nightdress: Taken. film script: Taken. jar of pills: No. Not now. Not yet. You don't even want to touch then.... >x pills The pills. You don't want to take them. You need them. You don't want to need them. >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. >i You are wearing: a red dress You are carrying: a film script a nightdress a jeans and blouse a telegram a passport >x vcamera It's not the time to have another crisis, Eva, we have to work, we need to work... >x camera Don't look at the camera! >out But you aren't in anything at the moment. > It's not the time to have another crisis, Eva, we have to work, we need to work... >d Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >d You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >s Dorsoduro A quiet, patrician sestiere on the southern edge of Venice, rising higher than the rest of the city over the waters, like the spine of a sea monster. The palazzi stay closed, silent, watchful, keeping the wealth and depravity of the centuries to themselves.. To the north lies Santa Croce. >x palazza It's not the time to have another crisis, Eva, we have to work, we need to work... >n Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >enter studio You make your "grand entrance" to the studio. Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio is a swirl of activity, with orders being shouted and people hurrying to follow them. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. The director, is shouting orders and giving instructions, looking stern and funky. >talk to director He looks at you with an appraising look. "Presta? We have a scene to shoot today! Are you ready or not? yes "Very well. LISTEN UP EVERYONE! We are shooting the Rialto scene, we move out now. Second unit, to Castello and start shooting as soon as the lady star here shows up. First unit, with me, we go direct to the Rialto Bridge and get some footage in the meanwhile. Paolo, come on man, all the cameras should be in the boat already!" He walks away, followed by a cohort of cameramen, sound technicians and so on. >save Ok. >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio is a swirl of activity, with orders being shouted and people hurrying to follow them. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >get all old reel: Taken. >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >out Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >e Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >e Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. You get to your mark, the make-up girls give your hair some last-minute touch-ups, and one of the assistant producers hands you the photocamera your character is supposed to use on this scene. ACTION! You are in your position. The cameras start rolling, following you through the crowd. Acting time! >act What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >kowekfe What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x bridge What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w You're supposed to act like a tourist first, and take some pictures! >take picture What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >i You are wearing: a red dress You are carrying: a photocamera old reel a film script a nightdress a jeans and blouse a telegram a passport >x camera (the photocamera) For once, this isn't a prop, but a real photo camera. You're supposed to be shooting the sights with this thing. Act like you know how to use it properly. >use it What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >use camera What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >point camera What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >shoot sights What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >s You see one of the production assistants frantically gesturing for you to get back to your mark. You're not supposed to be going that direction. >n You see one of the production assistants frantically gesturing for you to get back to your mark. You're not supposed to be going that direction. >x lattice What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x canals Yet another photogenic little canal. >photograph What do you want to photograp? >*uh.... missing h? not even sure how that would happen What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >photograph canal You take some pictures of the canals, pretending you know how to operate a professional camera. It's convincing, you hope. If it isn't, at least you look good in that red dress. You pretend to take a few more pictures for good measure, in case the director likes this take better. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. You take a leisurely walk towards Rialto, looking around like a tourist. >x motorboats A powerful motorboat leaves a foamy wake under the bridge. >photograph motorboats You snap a few pictures of the motorboat.. >photograph gondolas You snap a few pictures of the motorboat.. >photograph me You snap a few pictures of yourself. >photograph brige What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >photograph brige What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >photograph bridge You keep acting like a tourist, but the unseen presence of that stalker is driving you nu--- watch out, he's right there! >x stalker You see a man moving strangely from the corner of your eye... and he's gone. >look around What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >enter shop The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >talk to keeper You're dragging this too much, it's supposed to be a very tight scene! Move on! >talk to shopkeeper You're dragging this too much, it's supposed to be a very tight scene! Move on! >talk to man You're dragging this too much, it's supposed to be a very tight scene! Move on! >x counter What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >buy something What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >but me What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x counter What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x shop What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x keeper An old, jovial Italian man who could sell seawater to a whale. >buy me Nothing is on sale. >but eijw What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Is... is someone watching your? Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >*is someone watching your?? What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You have a feeling you're being followed... Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You have seen that face before, haven't you... Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >x policeman What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >w You see one of the production assistants frantically gesturing for you to get back to your mark. You're not supposed to be going that direction. >e You see one of the production assistants frantically gesturing for you to get back to your mark. You're not supposed to be going that direction. >look around What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You have a feeling you're being followed... Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >enter shop The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >buy souvenir What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >buy souvenir What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >buy trinket What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >buy guide What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x guide What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x guides What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x trinkets What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >x counter What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >i You are wearing: a red dress You are carrying: a photocamera old reel a film script a nightdress a jeans and blouse a telegram a passport >*what can i buy here What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >*or where's the policeman i'm supposed to talk to What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You see a man moving strangely from the corner of your eye... and he's gone. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >x man What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >hint Type HELP to see the list of verbs you can use in this story. Type THINK to get a little clue to help you advance. >think * * * from the script of "BARCAROLLE IN YELLOW" (1975): EVA tries to photograph the stalker... >think * * * from the script of "BARCAROLLE IN YELLOW" (1975): EVA tries to photograph the stalker... >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >enter shop The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >ask shopkeeper about man Just TALK TO people, Eva. You have your lines, don't ad-lib. >talk to shopkeeper You're dragging this too much, it's supposed to be a very tight scene! Move on! >l Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You could swear there was someone looking intently at you... Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >photograph man What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >photograph stalker You snap a few pictures of the stalker. You nervously peer across the crowds, looking worried and anxious as you try to catch sight of the stalker... >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. You have seen that face before, haven't you... Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >z Time passes. >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >shoot bridge You take a couple of cute pictures of the Rialto bridge, looking over your shoulder a couple of times to drive home the fact you're worried about that man... are you hamming it too much? Suddenly, you feel someone tugging at your elbow! You turn around with a yelp - but you can't see him, just a blur ahead - someone slipping into a nearby shop! >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >enter shop You quickly enter the souvenir shop, heart racing... but there's nobody there, except for the jovial shopkeeper, offering you postcards and novelty fridge magnets. Perhaps he's seen the stalker?! Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >l Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >talk to man "Excuse me, have you seen... A man, I think? Wearing... a black cape? And some sort of mask, red?" "I don't know, signorina. How can you ask me such a thing, eh? To look for a man, to pay attention to a man..." "Look, I think I'm being..." "...when I have signorina as beautiful as yourself before my tired, lucky eyes! Please, signorina, a fridge magnet?" "No, thank you, goodbye!" >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. An Italian carabiniere walks around martially, and the most obvious of the pickpockets are giving the policeman a very wide berth. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >talk to policeman "Excuse me, officer, someone is following me..." "Signorina, buon giorno. Who?" "I don't know. A man in a cape and a red mask..." "Signorina, look around you. It's the Carnival of Venice, you didn't notice? Half the people are wearing capes and masks, the other half are tourist like yourself." "Yes, yes, but he's following me around, he tried to catch me last night before I got to my hotel, and now he's stalking me, and..." "You have any proof, madam? Or an idea of who he might be? I can't go arresting all masked men who like beautiful women." "What do you mean? He is..." "Madam, this is Italy. If you don't want men to pay too much attention, don't wear a red dress like that. I have crime to fight, now, good day." The pompous nincompoop! You're fuming. Enough, you're out of here! >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >w You turn around to leave, when... Wait, it's that man over there! You freeze, looking straight at him. He's standing by the side of the bridge, looking at to the Gran Canal, with his back turned to you. The cape, the red mask... He can't have seen you, this is your chance to learn who he is! If you dare... >x man You approach slowly, heart racing, scared to death that he's going to turn around at any moment and see you... and then he's at arm's length... you raise a hand towards him, gathering your courage... And then he turns around and you scream! But it's just an elderly lady, with a black coat and a red handkerchief holding her hair! She looks at you, startled, and then goes away laughing and shaking her head. Crazy foreigners! You pant and try to catch your breath. Thank God you didn't attack her or anything... >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Gondolas, motorboats and vaporetti make ply the Gran Canal, sailing under the bridge. >w You don't hear the CUT! Because the director and the camera are very far away, but surely this is it, the scene is a wrap. You're starting to relax -- when someone shoves you, HARD, and before you can tell what's happening, your're FALLING! Please press SPACE to continue. ...FALLING... SCREAMING! FEAR! DEATH! ...the bridge... ...the railing... ...blurring, almost gone... you have a split second to grab something! >grab What do you want to grab? >something What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >grab something What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Time seems to slow down as you fall... fall... you look down, in horror... ...at a mass of spiky things on top of a transport barge: long, pointy steel rods for making rebar... ...you start to scream... ...but the scream dies down as you are impaled in the metal rods with a wet, gut-wrenching imapct, like a grotesque human pin cushion! *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Rialto [Previous turn undone.] >*impact is a typo What? That makes no sense! That man in the mask must have really spooked you. >undo Rialto [Previous turn undone.] >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Time seems to slow down as you fall... fall... you look down, in horror... ...at a mass of spiky things on top of a transport barge: long, pointy steel rods for making rebar... ...you start to scream... ...but the scream dies down as you are impaled in the metal rods with a wet, gut-wrenching imapct, like a grotesque human pin cushion! *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Rialto [Previous turn undone.] >grab bridge That's hardly portable. Time seems to slow down as you fall... fall... you look down, in horror... ...at a mass of spiky things on top of a transport barge: long, pointy steel rods for making rebar... ...you start to scream... ...but the scream dies down as you are impaled in the metal rods with a wet, gut-wrenching imapct, like a grotesque human pin cushion! *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Rialto [Previous turn undone.] >l Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. Time seems to slow down as you fall... fall... you look down, in horror... ...at a mass of spiky things on top of a transport barge: long, pointy steel rods for making rebar... ...you start to scream... ...but the scream dies down as you are impaled in the metal rods with a wet, gut-wrenching imapct, like a grotesque human pin cushion! *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Rialto [Previous turn undone.] >grab railing You grab the railing of the bridge at the last moment. The jolt in your shoulder is painful, but you hold on to it, screaming, with your legs dangling under you, for a long second... your sore fingers are slipping, people yell, boat sirens are blaring... and then you fall. Drowning in the Gran Canal! With a scream you splash into the water. For a few seconds of agony the impact drags you under, before rebounding to the surface, panting and spitting. The dirty water of the Gran Canal is all around you! You are going to drown! You struggle to stay afloat... The camera fell... somewhere, it's gone! >l Drowning in the Gran Canal! The dirty water of the Gran Canal is all around you! You are going to drown! There is a roaring sound, and it's not just your ears ringing... something is approaching with a deafening sound! You turn around and see - a motorboat, speeding towards you! >grab motorboat That's hardly portable. You scream your lungs out, to no avail. The incoming motorboat hits you at full speed, treating the horrified onlookers to a macabre spectacle: that of your broken body, first knocked unconscious by the impact of the hull and then maimed by the propeller, thrown back into the water like a ragdoll, to float in pieces like detritus, a spot of red on the Gran Canal. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Drowning in the Gran Canal! [Previous turn undone.] >get in motorboat That's not something you can enter. You scream your lungs out, to no avail. The incoming motorboat hits you at full speed, treating the horrified onlookers to a macabre spectacle: that of your broken body, first knocked unconscious by the impact of the hull and then maimed by the propeller, thrown back into the water like a ragdoll, to float in pieces like detritus, a spot of red on the Gran Canal. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Drowning in the Gran Canal! [Previous turn undone.] >d You take a deep breath and dive down as fast as you can, sinking in the putrid waters. Underwater! You are holding your breath in the murky waters of the Gran Canal, opaque with mud and city detritus. You can't see a thing! Holding your breath, you look up to see the dark, sinister shape of the motorboat wooshing past mere inches above your head! The roar of the engine hurts your ears and the undertow tugs painfully at your hair and limbs. >z Time passes. Your lungs feel ready to implode.The roar of the engine dies down as the motorboat speeds away. >u Drowning in the Gran Canal! The dirty water of the Gran Canal is all around you! You are going to drown! Someone throws you a length of rope from the side of the canal. >grab rope You grab the rope and hold on to it for dear life. Slowly they drag you to the side of the canal, and then up the street. A few minutes later, the carabinieri take you to the police station. There follows a long, exhausting series of questions. It's late by the time the cops drop you at your hotel, where you are visited by a doctor. He says you're basically fine except for a few bruises and the shock, and recommends rest and relax. You fall asleep the moment he leaves. Please press SPACE to continue. You wake up the next day, screaming. Some dream about a masked killer following you around rainy streets... You get up from bed. The police aren't taking you seriously, they think you're some dumb tourist who imagines things, clumsy enough to slip and fall down Rialto Bridge. But it's the second time that masked stalker tries to kill you, and the third might be the last! You can't just wait for it to happen. You were attacked while acting, which means the camera might have caught the stalker. The dailies from yesterday should already be at the studio. Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which are a passport, a telegram, old reel, a film script, a jeans and blouse and a jar of pills) here. >save Ok. >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >heck it The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >x dailies The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >check dailies The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >search it A reel with some dailies from last week. >get all suitcase: You're not going to carry it around Venice. It's staying here until you leave the city. passport: Taken. telegram: Taken. old reel: Taken. film script: Taken. jeans and blouse: Taken. jar of pills: No. Not now. Not yet. You don't even want to touch then.... >wear jeans You are already wearing something. >take off red dress The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >take off dress The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >i You are wearing: a nightdress You are carrying: a jeans and blouse a film script old reel a telegram a passport > The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >i You are wearing: a nightdress You are carrying: a jeans and blouse a film script old reel a telegram a passport >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. >d It's one thing to have nude scenes if the script calls for them, but you're not walking around anywhere public like this! >k The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >i You are wearing: a nightdress You are carrying: a jeans and blouse a film script old reel a telegram a passport >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. >i You are wearing: a nightdress You are carrying: a jeans and blouse a film script old reel a telegram a passport >wear jeans You are already wearing something. >i You are wearing: a nightdress You are carrying: a jeans and blouse a film script old reel a telegram a passport >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. >take off dress The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >take off nightdress You take off the nightdress. >wear jeans You put on the jeans and blouse. >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. >out But you aren't in anything at the moment. >d Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >talk to lady She is busy doing the newspaper crosswords. >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >enter studios The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >enter studio Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >get reel You already have that. >get all The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >out Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >w You can't go that way. >e Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >s You can't go that way. >enter shop The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >talk to man The man is busy trying to sell some fridge magnets. He just smiles enigmatically and winks at you. >out Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >w You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >s Dorsoduro A quiet, patrician sestiere on the southern edge of Venice, rising higher than the rest of the city over the waters, like the spine of a sea monster. The palazzi stay closed, silent, watchful, keeping the wealth and depravity of the centuries to themselves.. To the north lies Santa Croce. >s You can't go that way. >n Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >e Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >e Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >e You can't go that way. >n Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >enter gallery Galleria d'arte You enter an ancient building next to San Marco square, with marble floors featuring intrincate designs that look more Byzantine than Venetian. It's quiet and smells of oil paintings and centuries of patience. A smartly dressed woman looks up from a catalog to smile at you in greeting. The only way is out. >talk to woman "Good day? May I..." "Oh, nothing, it's just a lovely building... Do you mind if I take a look?" "Naturally. It's a thirteen-century building, rebuilt in the seventeenth and renovated after Garibaldi. Look as much as you want. If you need me I'll be here," she says with a smile of... amusement? >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >play it The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >i You are wearing: a jeans and blouse You are carrying: a film script old reel a telegram a passport a nightdress >play reel The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >l Galleria d'arte You enter an ancient building next to San Marco square, with marble floors featuring intrincate designs that look more Byzantine than Venetian. It's quiet and smells of oil paintings and centuries of patience. A smartly dressed woman looks up from a catalog to smile at you in greeting. The only way is out. >out Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >n Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >n You can't walk on water, it's not one of those movies. >w Venezia Santa Lucia Train Station Santa Lucia is the terminus train station for Venice, a 19th century building slowly crumbling its way across the 20th. There's a little news stand, where a man smokes silently, occasionally selling a paper or a few stamps without as much as a ciao. The gates of the station lead east to the sestiere of Cannaregio. >talk to stand Jesus, Eva, you REALLY are going crazy! >talk to man No point in bothering him any further. >e Cannaregio Across the water to the north, the cemetery island of San Michele is marked with a bell tower like a pin on a map. Far beyond it is the island of Murano, where the priceless glass is made. South lies the Castello sestiere, and the train station is to the west. >s Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >e You can't go that way. >l Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >enter hotel Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >talk to lady She greets you and goes back to her paperwork. >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >s You can't go that way. >i You are wearing: a jeans and blouse You are carrying: a film script old reel a telegram a passport a nightdress >x reel A reel with some dailies from last week. >x script STREETS OF CASTELLO - EXT. DAY. EVA is walking around Castello, wearing a red dress, seeing the sights and taking pictures of the canals. CUT to: first-person view of someone following her through the crowd. CUT to: EVA taking a picture of the Rialto Bridge, in profile, then turning towards the camera looking suspicious. She sees a face in the crowd and tries to photograph the stalker. She looks worried. Again we see a first-person view of someone following her, we see her from the back, walking on the bridge. She starts to turn around to face the camera - but the camera abruptly moves sideways, into the threshold of a souvenir shop. CUT to: Eva walking back, entering the souvenir shop, but seeing nothing or nobody suspicious. She asks the SHOPKEEPER (a buxom Italian lady with long black lashes and a very skimpy polka dot dress), but she has seen nothing. Reluctantly, EVA walks out of the shop. She tries to talk to a POLICEMAN, but he's too busy having a heated argument with a crusty NONNA. EVA gives up, makes to leave - and then she notices a SUSPICIOUS PERSON a few feet away, with her back to her, apparently looking out towards the Grand Canal. She approaches him slowly, visibly anxious, MUSIC CRESCENDO as the tension builds, EVA gets within arm distance of him, raises a hand to tap him in the shoulder and SPEAK to him -- CLIFFHANGER! END SCENE >s You can't go that way. >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >n You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >l Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >w You can't go that way. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >enter studio Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >x rack You search the rack, reading the labels... and there seems to be a gap yesterday? You dig around the other tins... and your fingertips find a tin behind the others... accidentally slipped there, or purposefully hidden from a casual search? Hmph... >x tin The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >get it That's hardly portable. >i You are wearing: a jeans and blouse You are carrying: fresh reel a film script old reel a telegram a passport a nightdress >x reel Which do you mean, fresh reel or old reel? >fresh A reel with yesterday's dailies. That's the one! It should contain the Rialto scene... and surely a shot of your attacker! >put fresh reel in projector You put fresh reel into the reelholder. >turn on projector The projector comes to life, sputtering and clicking. You see yourself, from a distance, a red figurine in a crowd of tourists and locals, looking this way and the other, snapping pictures with your camera... walking hurriedly, as the camera pans into a postcard view of the Rialto bridge - shiver! - and then zooms in to track you, walking in the bridge, zooming rather inappropriately on your derriere... blurs of people passing by... startled by something... going into the shop... getting out... talking to a carabiniere... then approaching the edge of the bridge... You lean forward, holding your breath... And nothing. There's a cut there, and when the image returns, it's a view of the bridge again, commotion amongst the crowds, everyone looking down to the water, the shopkeeper rushing out of the shop to see what's happening, stooping... then the view moves down to the Gran Canal, just in time to catch a blob of red diving under the surface as a motorboat rushes past... You rewind the reel and watch it again in slow motion. Someone has cut the reel, right before the attack! There's no way to see the stalker. But another detail catches your attention this time: the shopkeeper, stooping, picking something from the floor... the photocamera! There is a chance you might have caught the stalker in a picture! >l Studio It looks like it used to be some sort of warehouse for the ships coming to the once-important port of Venice, now repurposed as a film set. It's currently set as a crime scene, with a blood-splattered bedroom and whatnot. Towards the back there's the edition room where they process the dailies, featuring a large projector and a rack of tin cans containing the film. The studio seems much more subdued now, and the director is nowhere to be seen. Outside is the sestiere of Santa Croce. >pit The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >pit The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >out Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >e Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >enter shop The door does a little jingle when you enter, earning you a smile from the shopkeeper. Souvenir shop It is a little shop selling guides and trinkets to tourists. The door leads back out to the Rialto bridge. Behind the cramped counter, the shopkeeper smiles encouragingly, hoping you buy something. >talk to man "Oh, signorina! You are the one who had an accident here, yesterday, no? Madonna, are you alright? You were not hurt, falling from the bridge?" "It wasn't an acc... well, yes, thanks for asking. Any chance you saw... something, someone?" "No, I was here tending to the shop, I ran out when I heard the screams, everyone screaming... oh, I think this is yours?" He searches behind the counter and hands you the photocamera you were using as a prop. "Thank you. Excuse me, there's something I should do..." Please press SPACE to continue. Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. The light switches on again. You wipe your fingers of chemicals and contemplate the picture. You've done a pretty good job, considering how long has been since the last time you developed a photograph. The picture is very clear: a multitude in Rialto, centered on... yes, someone wrapped in a black Carnival cape, wearing a very peculiar Venetian mask: it's a lion's head, made in something shiny that looks like red glass? But it could be anyone. That mask... it looks peculiar. Perhaps someone in this city knows more about it? >x masl The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >x mask The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >out But you aren't in anything at the moment. >s You can't go that way. >l Hotel GIALLO - Room 13 The room has wonderful southward-facing views of the lagoon beyond the Riva, and the islands in the distance. It features an antique, Doge-size bed and a large teak wardrobe. The only way out, obviously, is through the closed door and down the stairs, back to the lobby. The room has a spacious en-suite bathroom, featuring a massive antique bathtub. You can also see a suitcase (in which is a jar of pills) here. > The sense of dejà vu... Have you been here before? Done that before? In a movie, maybe...? >d Hotel GIALLO - Lobby The building used to a merchant's house, now converted into a cozy little hotel. The doors leads back out into the streets, and a marble staircase goes up to the rooms. An elderly lady stands behind the reception desk. >talk to lady She is speaking with someone on the phone, in very fast and irate Italian. >w You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >enter gallery Galleria d'arte You enter an ancient building next to San Marco square, with marble floors featuring intrincate designs that look more Byzantine than Venetian. It's quiet and smells of oil paintings and centuries of patience. A smartly dressed woman looks up from a catalog to smile at you in greeting. The only way is out. >talk to woman "Good day, may I help you, madam?" "Perhaps, uhm... Do you know anything about Carnival masks?" "Of course, madam. Venetian art is our specialty. Are you looking for any particular piece?" "Maybe... If you saw a certain mask, would you be able to identify it?" "Possibly. Which mask?" she says with an enigmatic smile... almost as if she was playing along. Is she an actress too? >show photograph to woman Claudia is unimpressed. >give photograph to woman She accepts the picture and examines the mask under a magnifying glass. "Most unsual. You see, Venetian masks usually conform to established styles, or fit with the neo-modernistic school... this one is neither. Definitely not a mass-produced one. I would say it is a bespoke piece, and the way the lion's mane of glass curls, here and here, you see? That is characteristic of a certain workshop..." She returns the picture to you, with a smug smile. "That of messer messier Flavio, a master glassblower. His one of the most ancient establishments in Murano." "Murano?" "Yes, the island north of Venice? The one renown for its glass works? It's in every tourist brochure..." she says, almost teasingly. "What hotel is madam staying in? I can make some calls, and let madam know when I learn more about that piece." "The GIALLO. I'll wait by the phone." "Very well, madam..." >out Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >e You can't go that way. >s Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >e Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >enter hotel As you walk in, the lady from reception smiles at you. "Oh, signorina, how are you today? Feeling better, I hope? Someone left a thing for you... where was it... oh, here." She hands you a calling card of heavy, thick quality cardboard. >x card Made of the blackest, matte paper, seemingly absorving all light around it, with small, red foil letters: Mlle. Leona Psychological insights Via dal Cervo, 40 (Dorsoduro) The plot thickens... >talk to lady She greets you and goes back to her paperwork. >out Riva Degli Sette Martire From the great square of San Marco, a long waterside promenade follows the lagoon towards the eastern side of Venice. Back west lies the square of San Marco. A little sign reads "HOTEL GIALLO", which you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >w Piazza San Marco The best-known square of Venice, perhaps of Italy, featuring the church of San Marco, the iconic Campanile and the Doge's Palace, as well as a grand view of the lagoon to the south and the island-monastery of San Giorgio Maggiore on the other side of the water. East is the Riva degli Sette Martiri. Back north is the Castello district. There's a discreet art gallery you can enter. >s You can't go that way. >n Castello Venice spills southwards, criss-crossed with a stinky lattice of quaint canals. West across the Grand Canal lies the monumental Rialto Bridge. South is the central San Marco square. To the north is the sestiere of Cannaregio. >w Rialto The ancient Rialto Bridge crosses the Grand Canal, a much-travelled path, a much-worn tourist sight. The bridge is crusted with shops and boutiques like barnacles on a stone keel. The bridge connects Santa Croce to the west with Castello to the east. You can also go inside one of the shops. >w Santa Croce The least-pretty, least-touristy part of Venice, and the closest to the ferry terminals, where the old rickety gradness of yore morphs into old rickety warehouses, looking out west, to the mainland beyond the blue-grey lagoon, towards Mestre and the real Italy, the one not anchored in faded glories. To the east is the lively Rialto Bridge. To the south lies the Dorsoduro quarter. An old decrepit warehouse bears a sign reading "SALOMÉ STUDIOS", which you can enter. >s Dorsoduro A quiet, patrician sestiere on the southern edge of Venice, rising higher than the rest of the city over the waters, like the spine of a sea monster. The palazzi stay closed, silent, watchful, keeping the wealth and depravity of the centuries to themselves.. To the north lies Santa Croce. A door without name seems to be the number 40 of Via dal Cervo... it should lead in to mademoiselle Leona's. >in Before you can touch the door, it swings open by itself. Behind it is... nobody, and nothing. Taking a deep breath, you go in, and climb the spiral staircase, ascending as it coils upon itself, tighter, higher, until you reach the high place you seem to remember like a dream... Mademoiselle Leona's studiolo The Persian rug eats the sound of your footsteps. The dusky library is coated in heavy curtains and draperies, in dark red and purple hues, and the atmosphere is stll like a tomb, scented with exuberant Oriental fragrances. Mademoiselle Leona smiles like a Sphinx. "Good to see you again, Eva," she says in an undefinable accent. The shadows in the room twist and shiver. >x leona She is all you can pay attention to. "Tell me, Eva, how have you been feeling? Do you sometimes think... things are not quite real? As if you were reading a piece of fiction and suspending your disbelief for the sake of being a part of it... or, in other words, acting?" >talk to leona "I feel like... I am not sure where this ends, where it begins... where I end, or begin... "I can help you... as you already know. Or used to know," she adds pleasantly. The room is spinning. >z Time passes. "Allow me", she says. She produces an oval of pure blackness. At first you think it's some visual trick of your hallucinating eyes, but when she brings it closer to your face you can see it's real: a mask, without any embellishments, just two round holes for the eyes and a little protruding ball where the mouth should be. >save Ok. >l Mademoiselle Leona's studiolo Walls, curtains and furniture have melded into a swirl of colors and melting shapes. Shadows of crazy colors swirl around the psychic. Leona pushes the mask into your face, the little ball clinking against your teeth. Have you been here before? Why does it feel... like another take? Open your mouth?yes You open your mouth and let her slide the leather ball in, with holds the mask in place when you bite into it. "Good girl, good girl..." Island of San Giorgio Maggiore Most of the island is taken by the abbey: red light and macabre chantings ooze from every window and open door. To the north lies greater Lagoon of Venice, in front of San Marco. You are running, nude under the full moon, running away from the black-clad men. They scream behind you, hot on your heels. You are bounding down the marble stairs of the island-abbey of San Giorgio, a fleeing prey under the moonlight. Your face is an oval of black, broken only by your eyes, pupils twin, round black moons. At the foot of the stairs, a moored motorboat rocks gently on the water. Across the lagoon of Venice, to the north, the campanile of san Marco beckons. You only have a few seconds before they catch you. >n You dive into the water and try to swim away, but you're too slow. They grab you, they lift you overhead, and they carry you inside. You are tonight's event, tonight's sacrifice. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Island of San Giorgio Maggiore [Previous turn undone.] >enter boat You get into the boat. >drive boat No! Run! Get out of here! >n You gun the engine hard, and the roar overpowers the screams. Just as they are reaching the boat, it lurches forward in the water, spraying them and speeding northwards into the lagoon of Venice. You take a sibilant breath between your teeth, still clenching the ball that holds the moretta. The island diminishes, the black tunics and the red light becoming slightly less menacing in the distance. Lagoon of Venice The Lagoon of Venice, an expanse of ink dotted with moonbeams. To the south is the island-monastery of San Michele, raging with unholy ceremonies. North are the spires of San Marco and its campanile, presiding over the main island of Venice. You can sail around it, going northeast. Sail into the city canals, like this? You are crazy, but still keep some sense of decorum. >ne Lagoon East The lagoon extends towards the Adriatic and the open seas. Venice is to your west. To the east lie the long sand bars of Lido. You can go back southwest, or continue skirting the city toward the north. >n Lagoon North The lagoon of Venice extends northwards towards the continent. To the north is the island of Murano, famed for its artisanal glass. To the east is the monumental island-cemetery of San Michele. You can go back south, skirting the shores of Cannaregio towards the eastern side. >n Island of Murano North of Venice, this island has a centuries-old reputation for the finest artisanal glass. The only way out is south, over the water. The island is dark and empty, except for an elderly man standing alone at the pier. He must be messer Flavio, the master glassblower. He pales when he sees you arrive, his eyes fascinated with... fear? revulsion? at the sight of your nakedness and your mask. "I was told... the lady called, from the gallery, said someone had been asking about the mask of the Most Serene Lion, but I wasn't... aware, that..." He's at a loss for words. "I want nothing to do with your masters. So I will say this only once, and I won't see you again. Yes, I made that mask. It was a special commission from... He swallows. "A young lady, Eva... something. She wanted it delivered to her hotel. But you already knew that, didn't you? Now, addio!" He leaves you alone with that eye-opening realization. A church bell rings in the east. The sound carries over the water, a call, a warning. >e You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >l Island of Murano North of Venice, this island has a centuries-old reputation for the finest artisanal glass. The only way out is south, over the water. Across the water, a lone light moves on the nearby cemetery island. Of course, that's where things should end. >s Lagoon North The lagoon of Venice extends northwards towards the continent. To the north is the island of Murano, famed for its artisanal glass. To the east is the monumental island-cemetery of San Michele. You can go back south, skirting the shores of Cannaregio towards the eastern side. >e Island of San Michele The cemetery of Venice, an island taken up by tightly spaced graves under the quiet shade of leafy cypresses. Standing over a freshly dug grave, your tormentor stands sardonically, still dressed in the black velvet cloak, but this time the killer is not wearing the mask. >x tormentor No, no more nonsense... You must find the killer and deal with them, once and for all. >x killer She looks like a younger, sexier version of yourself. Because that is exactly what she is. >talk to killer You try to say something, but it's impossible with the moretta. That is the point, exactly. No more talking, no more acting. The mask has become you. The other Eva regales you with a disdainful smile that is eerily similar to the ones you see in the mirror every morning. "Please, don't pretend to be surprised. You took someone's place when you joined the Daughters. What happened to her, mmm? Let me guess. She was given a cute little scarf, and told to run fast? Yeah. But you, you never thought you would be on the chopping block one day? I think you've had a pretty good run, considering you were always a little on the tacky side. But look at you now. The mistress deserves someone younger." She produces a little gun. "No hard feelings. Anyway, cinema is the same, isn't it? You're the girl, until you're not, mmm? Addio, Eva..." BLAM! *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, END SCENE or UNDO the last command? >end scene Are you even alive? Are you even yourself? >yes That was a rhetorical question. >no That was a rhetorical question. AND CUT! A movie set? You are in a movie set that looks vaguely like the cemetery of Venice, but the edges of it are just an iridiscent indefinition, like the sparkles you can see behind closed eyelids, or memories from early childhood... Standing over a freshly dug grave, your tormentor stands sardonically, still dressed in the black velvet cloak, but this time the killer is not wearing the mask. The killer shrugs and drops the prop gun to the floor. >get gun Taken. >shoot me It's unloaded! >shoot killer It's unloaded! >talk to killer You have nothing to say. Except that they can't get away with it. >l A movie set? You are in a movie set that looks vaguely like the cemetery of Venice, but the edges of it are just an iridiscent indefinition, like the sparkles you can see behind closed eyelids, or memories from early childhood... Standing over a freshly dug grave, your tormentor stands sardonically, still dressed in the black velvet cloak, but this time the killer is not wearing the mask. Are you dead? Alive? Was this all... who even are you... The world spins out of focus, and you faint. Please press SPACE to continue. Police station - Venice, 1975 Dirty grey walls. Harsh white light. The smell of sweat, stale tobacco and cold cofee. On the table, the tape recorder is rolling. The two policemen are sitting across the table from you, their dark eyes piercing. The policemen look at each other in silence, and one of them switches off the recorder. "So you think it was the director who killed your co-star, miss...?" You shake your head and give the pictures one last glance: the girl that looks just like you but younger and prettier. Naked, on the shore by San Marco. Close-ups of the shot in her head, of her empty eyes. Of the red scarf around her neck, the wet silk clinging to her dead skin like algae. "I told you everything I know. He tried to get into my hotel room, he almost killed me in Rialto, he destroyed the footage and last night he kidnapped me and tried to drown me in the lagoon. I mean, how many sex maniac killers are on the loose in this city?" They look at each other again, looking embarrassed, and the second one shakes his head. Then he shoves the passport towards you, eyes hard. "You're free to go, signorina Eva. Off the record, I think your story stinks. But... " "But you got a call from the boss of your boss" boss, mayhap?" You get up, smiling disdainfully at them. "See you around, gentlemen. Don't miss my next movie!" *** ENDING E: CULTIST *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? >