Start of a transcript of Cragne Manor An Anchorhead tribute by various authors Release 10 / Serial number 181208 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) Identification number: //1A586AF4-661C-4879-ADFF-7DDE35836AF1// Interpreter version 1.3.5 / VM 3.1.2 / Library serial number 080126 Standard Rules version 3/120430 by Graham Nelson Cragne Suite version 2 by Ryan Veeder (including Basic Screen Effects and Modified Exit by Emily Short, as well as modifications by Andrew Plotkin of Epistemology and Conversation Framework by Eric Eve) Plus modified versions of: Optimized Epistemology by Andrew Plotkin Conversation Framework by Eric Eve >l The Observatory (Joey Jones) The observatory is a cramped domed room cluttered with all manner of mechanical contrivance. The way out is northwest. At the top of the dome is a large telescope. Immediately beneath it is a vast projector, bristling with obscure controls. To one side of the dome is a worn wooden lectern, set before a large chalk circle. The device is projecting a star sign upon the walls of the dome. >* er? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* did I forget to save again? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* FFS Russo That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l The Observatory (Joey Jones) The observatory is a cramped domed room cluttered with all manner of mechanical contrivance. The way out is northwest. At the top of the dome is a large telescope. Immediately beneath it is a vast projector, bristling with obscure controls. To one side of the dome is a worn wooden lectern, set before a large chalk circle. The device is projecting a star sign upon the walls of the dome. >x sign You decipher the star signs lining the walls: the Mouth is descending opposing the Hanged Man. >* well at least we did that That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >nw Branching Corridor (Zachary Hodgens) A trace amount of sunlight filters in impossibly through imperceivable cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the barren wooden walls and floorboards of this narrow passageway. A short distance away you find yourself in a crossroads of sorts. Corridors leading elsewhere go off toward the northwest, west, east, and southeast. Several large potted cacti line the walls of the passageways. The trace rays of sunlight beaming down from above get in your eyes. >w Science Tower (Riff Conner) This round, tall room must be a tower. I don't know if you were given a description of the manor from the outside, or if it mentioned a tower if you were, but if you were and it did, this is probably that tower. At a guess it's around fifty feet tall, although it's very shadowy up at the top so it's difficult to estimate it accurately. It appears to be some kind of science lab, although you would expect a science lab to have more stuff in it; perhaps all the stuff that was easily moveable has already been taken away. There's a large table in the center of the room, and everything else is up against the walls: a complex-looking control console, a large chalkboard, a metal cabinet, an old iron ashtray stand, and a wooden barstool with a hamster cage on top of it. The whole place has a thick smell of science throughout it (assuming science smells like chalk dust, hamster, cigarettes, and electricity), and rain is pouring in through the open skylight above. There are exits to the east and southwest. >take hamster (Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew)) Dr. Peanut snuggles into the breast pocket of your cardigan with an expression of self-satisfied bliss. >sw Abandoned Nursery (Harrison Gerard) An octagonal room. Dust coats the walls. In one corner, a crib. In the other, a dollhouse. Exits lead northwest, north, and northeast. You can see a vacuum cleaner here. >drop hamster What, just drop Dr. Peanut on the floor like trash? That's horrible! Try putting him onto or into something instead. >put hamster into dollhouse Dr. Peanut blinks his eyes sleepily and looks around, then takes out a tiny clipboard and pencil and examines his new environment with intense scientific interest. It's very cute. >* lol That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take doctor Dr. Peanut snuggles into the breast pocket of your cardigan with an expression of self-satisfied bliss. "Heehee," the doll croaks. >nw Disheveled Studio (Katherine Morayati) The studio must have been abandoned in a hurry. The bookshelves are ransacked, the easel in pieces on the floor, bulbs torn out of two of the ceiling lights. The only thing undisturbed is a table, solid like a slab, precisely in the center of the room. Several layers of heavy curtain block off crawlspaces to the north and southeast. The room smells distractingly of Peter's cologne. Nothing remains of the canvas but a hollowed-out shell. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >* this is great That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >n The curtains swing back into place with a thud. Attic (Lane Puetz) From this corner of the attic, paths lead south and west, or you can head back down the rickety staircase. A damp wind flows through a gash in the exterior wall. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Eggplant Line -- Cragne Manor Attic. >d A Shadowy Closet (Molly Ying) A shaft of light through the door to the west falls upon as tidy a closet as ever you've seen. The shelves are clear, and now you can see a trapdoor in the ceiling above them. >put hamster in middle Dr. Peanut blinks his eyes sleepily and looks around, then takes out a tiny clipboard and pencil and examines his new environment with intense scientific interest. It's very cute. >take hamster Dr. Peanut snuggles into the breast pocket of your cardigan with an expression of self-satisfied bliss. >w MASTER BEDROOM (ROWAN LIPKOVITS) Here we have the master bedroom of Cragne Manor, which is by turns contradictorily capacious and cramped. Though you can't put your finger on it, something about this windowless chamber sucks the very air out of your lungs and puts you on edge. One would have to be a master indeed to achieve any rest in this offputting room. Though it is relatively sparsely furnished, it wouldn't be much of a bedoom without a bed -- and there it is, a four-poster tall, dingy, imposing and unsettling. Next to it is a bedside table, on which resides some torturously elongated lamp -- apparently the dim room's only light source, currently turned off. To the west is the hallway door through which you first arrived, and to the east there is also a door to what is most likely a walk-in closet. >put hamster on bed Dr. Peanut blinks his eyes sleepily and looks around, then takes out a tiny clipboard and pencil and examines his new environment with intense scientific interest. It's very cute. >* watch out buddy That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take doctor Dr. Peanut snuggles into the breast pocket of your cardigan with an expression of self-satisfied bliss. >w Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love) Imposing wooden doors lead north to the nursery (which is open) and east to the master bedroom (which is also open); a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south. The broken doors to the armoire lie on the floor near the center of the room. The doorless armoire stands against the north-west wall. There's nothing inside. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >w Top of Stairs (Q. Pheevr) You are at the top of a staircase, which leads down to Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample). An archway leads east to Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love). Standing against the west wall is a dilapidated kitchen sink with a pine cabinet under it. >d Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample) This is a dark alcove with a narrow stairway rising into the gloom upstairs. Shadows lurch over a doorway to the south. Opposite those shadows lies another doorway, in even darker shadows. What little light there is seeps in from a small elliptical window high on the wall. The ramshackle bookshelf lies in a pile of splintered wood on the floor like a fallen scarecrow, arms akimbo. >n Dining Room (Roberto Colnaghi) A long, rectangular mahogany table takes up most of the room. The room is old and dusty, and it seems decades have passed since the last time someone had dinner here. On the table lies a broken machine, and a calendar is pinned on the wall. Doorways lead west, east, and south. >w The Kitchen (Edward B) The Cragne family kitchen. Light from a naked bulb feeds shadow down the spaces between old cabinets, counters and bookshelves. A dusty, doorless fridge overlooks an oven just as worse for wear. You'd guess it's been a minute since anyone's used this room to cook. A doorway leads east, and a wooden door set in the floor appears to lead to a cellar or basement. >d Carefully, you descend the creaking steps. Basement (Ivan Roth) It's dark and chilly down here. A damp, mildewy carpet of dimly visible design covers half the floor. It must have been luxuriously soft before it started rotting. A rickety staircase leads back up towards the heavy wooden door to the kitchen. A flimsy plywood door leads north, but you know what lies in that direction. The dimly-lit basement extends in every other direction, south, east and west. A metal hatch opens into darkness below. >s Boiler Room (Eric W. Brown) The western side of this windowless brick room is dominated by a huge boiler connected to a confusing network of pipes that eventually delivers heat to the rest of the manor. Between the unpleasant humming, the smell of fuel oil, and the heat leaking out, the boiler is leaving you feeling a little lightheaded. As noticeable as it is, the boiler is hardly the only item of interest. Crammed around it are many devices, at least four of which are clearly bigger and heavier than you. Next to the open doorway leading north there is a keypunch. There's a support column in the middle of the room with a system diagram on it, and lashed to the column there is a faraday cage with a window on its door looking inside. Next to it is a an overlay engine, and behind it a a dimensional stabilizer. Beyond a heavy-duty table near the southwest corner there is a rough hole in the floor, and the surface of the table is dominated by the control panel for the whole system. There is a small steel shelf high on the wall way above the table, and a fluorescent work light above that. On the wall opposite the faraday cage there is a sign hanging from a chain. It looks like the room has hardly been disturbed in decades, and your presence has kicked up a sizable amount of dust. Although there are some cobwebs, you don't see any spiders. Maybe they got fed up with some combination of the loud noises, bad smells, choking dust, and miserable heat and went someplace nicer. On the heavy-duty table are an AE9B711D punch card (smelling faintly of mildew), a 00A02209 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew), a C353F128 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew), a 0B46E931 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew), a FFFFFFFF punch card (smelling faintly of mildew), the Journal of Edwin Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew) and two blank punch cards. >s You can't go that way. >d Malign Tunnel (Damon L. Wakes) The space beneath the boiler room is damp and narrow, little more than a dogleg corridor set into the earth. Something about its shape, its proportions, is deeply unsettling to you. There is a rusting iron ladder leading to the floor above, and a green door leading to the southwest, its paint flaking onto the uneven stone floor. The curving brick walls on either side of you arc gracefully inwards to form a vaulted ceiling. You would be able to stand comfortably were it not for the pipes that stretch like tendons above your head. An insubstantial trolley stop sign reads Black Line -- Underground. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >sw Amorphous Tunnel (Bill Maya) This tunnel bends to the northeast. The walls shimmer slightly, gently undulating in the spectral darkness. To the west, set into the wall, almost invisible in the mortal dimness, is an antediluvian door. Daylight and a slight breeze wafts down some non-euclidean steps that lead up. >u Courtyard (Finn Rosenloev) As you walk cross the square courtyard, you are repeatedly twisting your legs, and you cannot help but wonder how many broken legs these cobblestones have caused over time. A beautifully decorated well built by blocks of granite dominates the courtyard. Opposite it, to the east, is the entrance to the curiosity store. To the north, a secret passage is hidden in the niche near the barred gate. Not too far from the well is the way down to the tunnel. Above you, two guard towers rise majestically on either side of the drawbridge, and a parapet connects them so that soldiers of those days were able to quickly move from one side to the other. You can't help but feel that the castle is watching you with expressionless eyes through the empty windows. >e Curiosity Shop (Rachel Spitler) A mingling of comfortable scents welcomes you to the small shop -- coffee, apples, cedar, soap, peppercorn -- and below it, just a hint of something metallic you can't quite recognize. The large windows behind you cast a dappled sort of light over the rug-strewn floors, the cheerful back counter with its display case underneath, the walls crowded with goods for sale. The courtyard lies back out to the west. Jessenia is humming cheerfully and getting ready to close for the day, working one-handed with the fish resting in her other arm. >give herring to jessenia (first taking the red herring (smelling faintly of mildew)) It's tucked under Jessenia's arm like a chihuahua and paying you no notice at all. Some insane part of you is slightly affronted at being displaced. >* oh wait, maybe we did do stuff You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x personalities An old yellowed book entitled "Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition)". The insignia of the backwater public library is embossed on the spine. Frost lines the edges of the library insignia. >read clipping The article reads: RUMORS OF DECAPITATIONS IN THE NORTHEAST TURN OUT TO BE TRUE! (Edna Johnson. Backwater Banner, October 27, 1995.) Sources close to several ongoing murder investigations in The Kingdom have revealed to the Backwater Banner that the investigators believe they may be dealing with a serial killer. One whose modus operandi includes chopping off heads. When the headless corpse of a man was found on farmland outside of Hardwick in September last year, the sensational story was widely reported in local news. The man remains unidentified and the murder remains unsolved. What authorities haven't made public, but which the Banner can now confirm, is that two more headless corpses have been found in similar circumstances along the banks of the Lamoille River over the past year. The first corpse was that of a woman, the second that of another man. Vermont State Police Commander Keith Browne, Jr. has refused to offer any comment to the Banner on what he described as "this highly sensitive murder investigation." "I urge the press not to re-publish irresponsible rumors that could interfere with police work," the commander said on Tuesday. The Banner advocates a free press and believes citizens have a right to know about highly unusual dangers in their state. >read clipped May 24th, 1926 LIBRARIAN DIES IN ALTERCATION IN TOWN SQUARE Local librarian and black man Emmett Josey was found dead next to a sledgehammer in the town square last night, a victim of suspected foul play. The sledgehammer has been identified as belonging to the deceased, but why he would have had it with him, at night, in the town square, has been the subject of much debate. Responding to speculation that Josey may have been upset by the recent vote to install a second drinking fountain to better serve the needs of our whole community, the bill's sponsor Vincent Cragne (a second cousin to our mayor), speaking at the bill-signing ceremony, said, "Mr. Josey was somewhat vocal in his opposition to the bill. But like all of us, he knew that bowing to the will of the majority is a cornerstone of a democratic society, and informed me personally that he bore me no ill will." Despite the unfortunate circumstances, the bill-signing ceremony proceeded as planned, the only hitch being that Mr. Cragne was unable to sign the bill himself, due to a recent farming accident that left his right hand shattered. We wish him all the best for a speedy recovery. The circumstances of Mr. Josey's death are expected to remain unsolved. >* Oh, phew You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >u You can't go that way. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >n You can't go that way. >w Courtyard (Finn Rosenloev) As you walk cross the square courtyard, you are repeatedly twisting your legs, and you cannot help but wonder how many broken legs these cobblestones have caused over time. A beautifully decorated well built by blocks of granite dominates the courtyard. Opposite it, to the east, is the entrance to the curiosity store. To the north, a secret passage is hidden in the niche near the barred gate. Not too far from the well is the way down to the tunnel. Above you, two guard towers rise majestically on either side of the drawbridge, and a parapet connects them so that soldiers of those days were able to quickly move from one side to the other. You can't help but feel that the castle is watching you with expressionless eyes through the empty windows. >n You maneuver behind the knight and enter the secret passage. Constabulary Road (Harkness Munt) The road phases into little more than a wide dirt track winding from the west towards the edge of town to the northeast. A paved walk wanders through an iron gate which interrupts a high stone wall looming to the north. A memorial bench sits just outside its shadow. A thickly-woven rampart of vegetation obstructs passage to the south, but you notice a narrow deer trail cutting a path through the deep woods. A barricade spans the road to the northeast, and beyond it a large shallow pit is being excavated. If you're careful, you could skirt the edges of the pit and continue along the northeast road. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Orange Line -- Constabulary Road. >ne Hillside Path (Jack Welch) You are in a hillside hollow flanked on three sides by sheer granite cliffs and on the other by gnarled vegetation. Three trailheads hold out some chance of respite: north, southwest, and southeast. You can see a stone altar here. >ne You can't go that way. >n Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. A noncorporeal trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >nw Outside the greenhouse (James Eagle) The damp brick path that led you here bends around the squat porch of an old greenhouse half-swallowed by a tangle of bramble and ivy. Water drips from the thick branches overhead; in the undergrowth something - somethings? - creep and rustle. The path curves away to northeast and southeast. You can also go in to the greenhouse from here. >ne The Cragne Manor's Back Garden (Austin Auclair) Vines splay across the landscape, every direction they shoot, seemingly racing to the tops of trees to pull them down. The vines wind up and around every structure, overrunning them with sheer, sinister mass. The vines grow in hypnotic tracks across the yard, almost to suggest that they were woven, braided, and arranged with care. It's both unnerving and unusually pretty. If there are windows or a door on the back of the manor house they're utterly smothered by the vines that clamber up the wall and onto the roof, and nothing less than a chainsaw could crack open that tomb. In the center of the yard is a large marble fountain adorned with a chubby cherub. On the left side of the garden is the birdbath that you knocked over. To the left of the fallen birdbath is the outline of a once-hidden pond and a flat stone stuck in the ground where the birdbath used to stand. Near the rear, southeast corner of the garden is a large garden shed with an adjoining shelf of supplies. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >in You open the door further to allow you to pass through. You go inside the garden shed. The Shambolic Shack (Michael Fessler) A dimly-lit shack with crude plywood walls. An octagonal window set high on one wall admits a feeble shaft of moonlight. Rickety wire shelving sits precariously in one dimly lit corner, and a battered metal wheelbarrow rests in the opposite corner. A rough doorway leads back out. You can see a fungus-ridden centipede carcass here. >* Shambolic Shack, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Sham-bo-lic: the tip of the tongue tacking a trip of three steps down the pate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Sam Bol. Lic. You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l The Shambolic Shack (Michael Fessler) A dimly-lit shack with crude plywood walls. An octagonal window set high on one wall admits a feeble shaft of moonlight. Rickety wire shelving sits precariously in one dimly lit corner, and a battered metal wheelbarrow rests in the opposite corner. A rough doorway leads back out. You can see a fungus-ridden centipede carcass here. >x walls Simple plywood, somewhat the worse for wear, nailed together in a seeming hurry. >x window Moonlight struggles to make its way through the patina of dirt on the octagonal window mounted high up on one wall. >look behind walls You can't see any such thing. >look under walls You find nothing of interest. >x plywood Simple plywood, somewhat the worse for wear, nailed together in a seeming hurry. >x shelves You can't see any such thing. >x shelving Cheap wire shelving that has seen better days. It wobbles to the touch. It appears to be bare. >touch shelving You feel nothing unexpected. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >shake shelving The shelves wobble but decline to collapse. >push shelving The shelves wobble but decline to collapse. >search shelving There is nothing on the rickety wire shelving. >l The Shambolic Shack (Michael Fessler) A dimly-lit shack with crude plywood walls. An octagonal window set high on one wall admits a feeble shaft of moonlight. Rickety wire shelving sits precariously in one dimly lit corner, and a battered metal wheelbarrow rests in the opposite corner. A rough doorway leads back out. You can see a fungus-ridden centipede carcass here. >x wheelbarrow A battered metal wheelbarrow. Or at least, it used to be when it still had a front wheel. With only a twisted axle remaining, I guess now it's just a "barrow". It is full of glistening black soil, now calm. >x corner You can't see any such thing. >push wheelbarrow Without a new wheel and axle, it isn't going anywhere. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now twelve o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >* grm That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x moonlight Moonlight struggles to make its way through the patina of dirt on the octagonal window mounted high up on one wall. >clean window It's far out of reach. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >spray fungus Nope nope nope. Shudder. >l The Shambolic Shack (Michael Fessler) A dimly-lit shack with crude plywood walls. An octagonal window set high on one wall admits a feeble shaft of moonlight. Rickety wire shelving sits precariously in one dimly lit corner, and a battered metal wheelbarrow rests in the opposite corner. A rough doorway leads back out. You can see a fungus-ridden centipede carcass here. >x wheelbarrow A battered metal wheelbarrow. Or at least, it used to be when it still had a front wheel. With only a twisted axle remaining, I guess now it's just a "barrow". It is full of glistening black soil, now calm. >x soil Glistening black soil fills the wheelbarrow nearly to the brim. The once-roiling surface is now eerily calm. >search soil After a few moments of groping, your fingertips slide across a small jagged metallic object. You manage to get a grip on it, and a moment later, you're holding a tiny brass key. >* oh hey! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. > I beg your pardon? >x tiny brass key It's too small to be the key to a door. Maybe a jewelry box, or a cabinet. >* geez, how many brass keys do we have You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a stochastic pattern resembling television static. Lack of a symbolic image means that you have accomplished everything you must in your current environment and should move on to find new challenges in order to grow as a person. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >* whew That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* I bet I know what that's for That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >out The Cragne Manor's Back Garden (Austin Auclair) Vines splay across the landscape, every direction they shoot, seemingly racing to the tops of trees to pull them down. The vines wind up and around every structure, overrunning them with sheer, sinister mass. The vines grow in hypnotic tracks across the yard, almost to suggest that they were woven, braided, and arranged with care. It's both unnerving and unusually pretty. If there are windows or a door on the back of the manor house they're utterly smothered by the vines that clamber up the wall and onto the roof, and nothing less than a chainsaw could crack open that tomb. In the center of the yard is a large marble fountain adorned with a chubby cherub. On the left side of the garden is the birdbath that you knocked over. To the left of the fallen birdbath is the outline of a once-hidden pond and a flat stone stuck in the ground where the birdbath used to stand. Near the rear, southeast corner of the garden is a large garden shed with an adjoining shelf of supplies. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >sw Outside the greenhouse (James Eagle) The damp brick path that led you here bends around the squat porch of an old greenhouse half-swallowed by a tangle of bramble and ivy. Water drips from the thick branches overhead; in the undergrowth something - somethings? - creep and rustle. The path curves away to northeast and southeast. You can also go in to the greenhouse from here. >se Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >in You climb the steps to the porch. Mudroom (Matt Weiner) The porch is a mudroom, a place for taking off coats and muddy shoes. The marble front wall seems like a sheer cliff face, the porch like a flimsy shelter built onto it. The front door leads inside to the north. In one corner of the porch a strangely shaped hook is fastened to the wall. A black cloak hangs beside it. In the other corner of the porch is a small wooden table. A slightly muddy welcome mat lies in front of the door. >in Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. >e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. The television continues blaring. >unlock cabinet with tiny brass key You unlock the board games cabinet. The television continues to spew its infuriating idiot noise. >* yay That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Will need to figure out how to write this up That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >open cabinet You open the cabinet. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. The noise from the television continues to be unbearable. >x cabinet The board games cabinet is full of board games. That's why they call it the board games cabinet. The shrieking of the television is like knives in your eardrums. >x board games The games resist examination. When you try to scan them or look at them in aggregate, they swim in your vision. You get the sense that you could probably find a specific one if you knew the name of it. The television blares its annoying noise into every corner of the room. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a pair of dandelions. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. The television blares its annoying noise into every corner of the room. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. The television continues blaring. >in You can't go that way. The television continues to spew its infuriating idiot noise. >x tv You shouldn't watch TV while standing up. The noise from the television continues to be unbearable. >sit You slouch into the chair with a protracted sigh of pleasure. It is indeed as comfy as it looks. The shrieking of the television is like knives in your eardrums. >listen to tv You hear nothing unexpected. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. The television blares its annoying noise into every corner of the room. >watch tv You stare into the static for a while. It makes your eyes feel as bad as your ears. The television continues to spew its infuriating idiot noise. >g You stare into the static for a while. It makes your eyes feel as bad as your ears. The noise from the television continues to be unbearable. >g You stare into the static for a while. It makes your eyes feel as bad as your ears. The shrieking of the television is like knives in your eardrums. >get chess You can't see any such thing. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) (on the easy chair) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. The television continues blaring. >x pool It's got everything you need to play pool except... cues, balls, and that triangle thing you use to set up the rack. The television continues blaring. >x chair It looks very comfy. The television continues to spew its infuriating idiot noise. >search chair There is nothing on the easy chair. The shrieking of the television is like knives in your eardrums. >look under chair You find nothing of interest. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. The noise from the television continues to be unbearable. >look behind chair You can't see any such thing. >turn off tv You turn off the television, making the room less annoying. >x tv You see the movement of a human figure reflected in the screen. You whirl around, but there's nobody there. Creepy. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) (on the easy chair) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x cabinets The glass-doored cabinets stretch from wall to wall. All of them are empty except one, which is full to bursting with old board games. >x games The games resist examination. When you try to scan them or look at them in aggregate, they swim in your vision. You get the sense that you could probably find a specific one if you knew the name of it. >find checkers That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find cataan That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find settlers That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find clue That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find cluedo That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >stand You get out of the chair. Your new situation kinda sucks compared to earlier, when you were in the chair. >x stand Its purposes are twofold and simple: be made of wood, and hold the television off the floor. >look behind tv You can't see any such thing. >look behind stand You can't see any such thing. >look under tv You find nothing of interest. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >look under stand You find nothing of interest. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >push tv It is fixed in place. >push chair It's fine where it is. >x table You can't see any such thing. >x pool It's got everything you need to play pool except... cues, balls, and that triangle thing you use to set up the rack. >x pockets The pockets of the calfskin coat are empty. >x pool table pockets I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the pool table. >n You can't go that way. >x cabinets The glass-doored cabinets stretch from wall to wall. All of them are empty except one, which is full to bursting with old board games. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >x board games The games resist examination. When you try to scan them or look at them in aggregate, they swim in your vision. You get the sense that you could probably find a specific one if you knew the name of it. >x clue You can't see any such thing. >x cluedo You can't see any such thing. >x trivial pursuit You can't see any such thing. >x monopoly You can't see any such thing. >find monopol That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find monopoly That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >find trivial pursuit That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x chutes and ladders You can't see any such thing. >x parcheesi You can't see any such thing. >hint That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >turn on tv The television flickers to life, if roaring white noise and static counts as life. >listen to tv You hear nothing unexpected. The television blares its annoying noise into every corner of the room. >watch tv You shouldn't watch TV while standing up. The television blares its annoying noise into every corner of the room. >sit You slouch into the chair with a protracted sigh of pleasure. It is indeed as comfy as it looks. The noise from the television continues to be unbearable. >watch tv You stare into the static for a while. It makes your eyes feel as bad as your ears. The shrieking of the television is like knives in your eardrums. >turn off tv You turn off the television, making the room less annoying. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and squawks, "The time is now eleven o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >sleep You aren't feeling especially drowsy. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) (on the easy chair) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a single cherry. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >out You get out of the chair. Your new situation kinda sucks compared to earlier, when you were in the chair. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >drop all piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the clock with a thud. It now reads 3:07. black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. > w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. >drop all filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. book list (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. teapot (smelling faintly of mildew): Fortunately, the valuable antique lands without incident. familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. mildewed leather gloves: Dropped. a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. black business card (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. library card (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. > i You are carrying: Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn and open) a hidden pocket (open but empty) a key pocket (open but empty) a book pocket (closed) a side pocket (closed) a trash pocket (closed) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) a pair of leather boots >w Court (Ryan Veeder) Walls paneled with elaborate boiseries curl slowly around this ovular hall. The western vertex of the ellipse is dominated by an enormous window; at the opposite end, a low archway leads east to the foyer. A glass display case is set into the north wall. In the center of the room, an irregular circle of twelve pedestals surrounds a black monolith. On the xanthic pedestal is a figurine of a peregrine falcon. >drop all mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >e Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >n Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample) This is a dark alcove with a narrow stairway rising into the gloom upstairs. Shadows lurch over a doorway to the south. Opposite those shadows lies another doorway, in even darker shadows. What little light there is seeps in from a small elliptical window high on the wall. The ramshackle bookshelf lies in a pile of splintered wood on the floor like a fallen scarecrow, arms akimbo. >s Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >take coffee You can't see any such thing. >e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) and a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take coffee You can't see any such thing. >w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >w Court (Ryan Veeder) Walls paneled with elaborate boiseries curl slowly around this ovular hall. The western vertex of the ellipse is dominated by an enormous window; at the opposite end, a low archway leads east to the foyer. A glass display case is set into the north wall. In the center of the room, an irregular circle of twelve pedestals surrounds a black monolith. On the xanthic pedestal is a figurine of a peregrine falcon. You can also see a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) and a pair of leather boots here. >take coffee Taken. >e Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) and a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a bactrian camel. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) and a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. > take all piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. black box (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. mallet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew): You scoop the box out of its crumbling niche. A whiff of stale air hits you, and you recoil. Yet the box remains safely cradled to your chest. Something inside it thumps, as if to the rhythm of your heartbeat. You can see no further into the grave. red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. shard (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden peach liquid: You have an inkling, somehow, tickling the back of your skull that emptying out this container would have a negative effect on the world, and your place in it. You refrain. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. > n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a blooming rose. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn and open) a hidden pocket (open but empty) a key pocket (open but empty) a book pocket (closed) a side pocket (closed) a trash pocket (closed) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >drop backpak You can't see any such thing. >drop backpack (first taking the Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) off) Dropped. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a blooming rose. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >x notebook Many pages are torn out, and those that remain are mostly smudged or otherwise illegible. One, however, stands out because it appears to have been pasted into the notebook. It looks like a letter. "September 21, 1908 "...les Cragne, Rufous Alderman, "I was pleased to hear of your success with ... of the ritual... "...Sinclair's pamphlet will bring unwanted atte... ...ven to your remote operation. I hope I need not remind you ...tance of ... role ... "... can get ... blood befo... ...crifice must be complete by the coming full moon... Vaadignephod will... "Yours in fraternity "... of the Variegated Court" The facing page contains the notation "Cattle: 10 gal, 200 / hr, 24000 gal Hog: 5 gal, 500 / hr, 30000 gal Man: 10 pt, 1 / day, 10 pt" A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. > l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >drop all books Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a sturdy oak. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >drop candle Which do you mean, the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) or the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew)? >both the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >i You're carrying a shard of a mirror. Nothing else in your possession would seem to help you here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x shard A sharply pointed triangular shard of the mirror that could fit nicely into your hand, like a primitive knife. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >drop shard Dropped. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >i Nothing you are carrying looks like it will help you here. >w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) > drop book Which do you mean, A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew), Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) or Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew)? >all A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew): A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew) is already here. Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >drop spray (the spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew)) Dropped. >e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a row of trees. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >drop pencil Dropped. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a pair of dandelions. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >x paper Which do you mean, the note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) or the slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)? >s I only understood you as far as wanting to examine south. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >drop paperp You can't see any such thing. >drop paper Which do you mean, the note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) or the slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)? >al You can't see any such thing. >drop paper Which do you mean, the note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) or the slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)? >all note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >i Nothing you are carrying looks like it will help you here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >i You are carrying: a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a sturdy oak. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >put all in box Which do you mean, the pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew), the black box (smelling faintly of mildew) or the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)? >nilla whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. mallet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. black box (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >i You are carrying: a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now two o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. > drop nilla (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) Dropped. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee You can't see any such thing. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. > take coffee Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form the engine of a train. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >x nilla (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) The box is made of light cardboard and emblazoned over its surface with the color yellow. The word "Nilla" is written in bold red letters, with "wafers" in a more subdued blue font underneath. There is a photograph of a pile of wafers as well as a single wafer splashing into a glass of milk. It's a classic box design. In the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew). A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x receipt You're not sure what the going rate is for a normal herring, much less... that, but you're not complaining. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x italian This is a cutting from an old Italian magazine. Printed on a corner is "La Domenica del Corriere, 2 Maggio 1972", and is apparently an article about an Italian monk and his alleged invention. In particular, a photo on the page strikes you. Attached to the newspaper cutting is what seems a typewritten translation of the article in English. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x chalk A piece of plain white chalk. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >talk chalk That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take chalk Taken. >x nilla (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) The box is made of light cardboard and emblazoned over its surface with the color yellow. The word "Nilla" is written in bold red letters, with "wafers" in a more subdued blue font underneath. There is a photograph of a pile of wafers as well as a single wafer splashing into a glass of milk. It's a classic box design. In the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew). A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x decaying Stains cover large part of the front side, hiding the faces of what looks like a mother and a couple of small siblings. The woman, whose age is impossible to determine, is wearing a white, wedding dress. The kids both have on a kind of work overalls, over a white blouse. The boy on the right is not stained, still... he seems to have no face, as if time has worn out his features. On the reverse side of the picture is something written, in a trembling hand-writing: Point the mark towards the cross Find the eagle a perch Put its gift over daan And you'll soon end your search. Below this, a different and more forceful hand has written "Don't forget to say ahe'hee!". A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x painting Which do you mean, the ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), the painting of birds, the painting of meat or the painting of a child? >ominous The painting depicts a night scene: a headless man on a rearing black horse, holding a grinning jack-o-lantern under his arm. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >i Nothing you are carrying looks like it will help you here. >l Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >take flashlight Taken. >take pencil Taken. >take pen Which do you mean, the black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) or the pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew)? >n I only understood you as far as wanting to take north. >take fountain You can't see any such thing. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >take fountain pen Taken. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a horse in mid-gallop. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is some golden peach liquid (in which are some pickled peaches)), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >take peaches (the pickled peaches) You'd rather not. >take handle (the broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew)) Taken. >take jar Which do you mean, the jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) or the glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew)? >peaches Taken. >take shard Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a dromedary camel. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >x nilla (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) The box is made of light cardboard and emblazoned over its surface with the color yellow. The word "Nilla" is written in bold red letters, with "wafers" in a more subdued blue font underneath. There is a photograph of a pile of wafers as well as a single wafer splashing into a glass of milk. It's a classic box design. In the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew). A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >take cups Taken. >take plates Taken. >take pumpkin (the whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew)) Taken. >take rat Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a horse in mid-gallop. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >take spire Taken. >take flowers Taken. >take mallet Taken. >take machete Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a sailboat. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a hidden pocket (empty), a key pocket (empty), a book pocket (closed), a side pocket (closed) and a trash pocket (closed)) and a photograph here. >take toolbox Taken. >take backpack Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a unicycle. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take notebook Taken. >take limerickus Taken. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >take photograph (the photograph) That's fixed in place. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form an airplane. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take worn-out You can't see any such thing. >take teeth Taken. >take black Which do you mean, the vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black box (smelling faintly of mildew)? >box Taken. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and squawks, "The time is now one o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >take first candle Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a dromedary camel. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take ice cream Taken. >take nameplate Taken. >take yellowed Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form the engine of a train. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew), a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >take flask Taken. >take pamphlet Taken. >take rusty (the rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew)) Taken. >x rustyy You can't see any such thing. >x rusty Which do you mean, the rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) or the dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew)? >piece The remains of the broken leg is light and sturdy and long enough to stretch from your hand to your elbow. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a skateboard. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew), a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew), an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) and a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >x can It is an ordinary cylindrical container of salt. The label has a dark blue background with "salt" in big letters, and a warning that this salt does not supply iodine in small letters. There is a small opening in the top for pouring out some. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >take can Taken. >take police Taken. >take wine Taken. > I beg your pardon? >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a roller blade. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) and an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take gold Which do you mean, the gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) or the golden peach liquid? >tajacket You can't see any such thing. >take jacket Taken. >take tee Taken. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >take note from seesaw Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a sailboat. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) and an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take golden Which do you mean, the golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), the golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) or the golden peach liquid? >apple Taken. >take cyst Taken. >take box (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) Taken. >undo Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) [Previous turn undone.] >take pewter You scoop the box out of its crumbling niche. A whiff of stale air hits you, and you recoil. Yet the box remains safely cradled to your chest. Something inside it thumps, as if to the rhythm of your heartbeat. You can see no further into the grave. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a biplane. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) and an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take antique Taken. >take tiny brass key Taken. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a pear shape, complete with stem. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >take board games That's hardly portable. >take games That's hardly portable. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >play games >* oops That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. >s Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew), the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew), an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew), a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew), a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew), a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew), Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew), a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew), a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew), Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew), an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew), some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew), a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) and an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)), a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) and a photograph here. >take all box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. > w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew), Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew), Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew), Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a vial of cedarwood extract, a vial of frankincense, a vial of tuberose extract, a vial of geosmin, a vial of musk, a vial of rose extract, a spray decant vial, a vial of vanilla extract, an unmarked clear vial, an unmarked teal vial and an unmarked pale blue vial), a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew), a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew), Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a library card (smelling faintly of mildew), a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew), a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew), an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew), a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew), a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew), a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew), some mildewed leather gloves, a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. > take all vial of rose extract: Taken. spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. library card (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. black business card (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. mildewed leather gloves: Taken. bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. teapot (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. book list (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. vial of cedarwood extract: You're carrying too many things already. vial of frankincense: You're carrying too many things already. vial of tuberose extract: You're carrying too many things already. vial of geosmin: You're carrying too many things already. vial of musk: You're carrying too many things already. spray decant vial: You're carrying too many things already. vial of vanilla extract: You're carrying too many things already. unmarked clear vial: You're carrying too many things already. unmarked teal vial: You're carrying too many things already. unmarked pale blue vial: You're carrying too many things already. > w Court (Ryan Veeder) Walls paneled with elaborate boiseries curl slowly around this ovular hall. The western vertex of the ellipse is dominated by an enormous window; at the opposite end, a low archway leads east to the foyer. A glass display case is set into the north wall. In the center of the room, an irregular circle of twelve pedestals surrounds a black monolith. On the xanthic pedestal is a figurine of a peregrine falcon. You can also see a pair of leather boots here. A sudden violent gust of wind makes the manor walls shake. >put all in box Which do you mean, the box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew), the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), the pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black box (smelling faintly of mildew)? >nilla vial of rose extract: Done. wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. mildewed leather gloves: Done. a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. black business card (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. library card (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. > take all mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. figurine of a kraken: Taken. figurine of a white antelope: Taken. figurine of an eel: Taken. figurine of a mole: Taken. figurine of a Pontiac Firebird: Taken. figurine of a duck: Taken. figurine of a weasel: Taken. figurine of a tarantula: Taken. figurine of a cat: Taken. figurine of a Venus flytrap: Taken. figurine of a sheep: Taken. figurine of a greyhound: Taken. figurine of a silverfish: Taken. figurine of a crow: Taken. figurine of a rat: Taken. figurine of a wolverine: Taken. figurine of a peregrine falcon: Taken. The rain falls harder, louder, slamming into the window. >undo Court (Ryan Veeder) [Previous turn undone.] >l Court (Ryan Veeder) Walls paneled with elaborate boiseries curl slowly around this ovular hall. The western vertex of the ellipse is dominated by an enormous window; at the opposite end, a low archway leads east to the foyer. A glass display case is set into the north wall. In the center of the room, an irregular circle of twelve pedestals surrounds a black monolith. On the xanthic pedestal is a figurine of a peregrine falcon. You can also see a pair of leather boots here. The stained glass lights up again, and you see the figure raising something to its lips. >take boots mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. The rain falls harder, louder, slamming into the window. >e Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. You can see a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew), a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew), sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew), photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew), a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew), a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew), a book list (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew), a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew), a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) and a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take all long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. teapot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. book list (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): If you insist. Taken. > e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. >e Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >n Rec Room (Zack Johnson) The manor's rec room is short for the manor's recreation room. Even though it's as old as the manor itself, it looks, as all rec rooms do, like it's stuck in the 1970s. The room is dominated by a pool table. Or maybe a billiards table, you were never really sure what the difference is. An old television sits atop a little wooden stand in front of a comfy-looking easy chair. Doors lead south and east, and the north wall is covered entirely in built-in cabinets, whose glass doors lead, predictably, into their interiors. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >* OK screw this That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >watch tv You shouldn't watch TV while standing up. >* blarg this is super annoying That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >sit You slouch into the chair with a protracted sigh of pleasure. It is indeed as comfy as it looks. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now twelve o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >watch tv What the hell is going on here? The television is definitely off, but there is definitely movement on the screen. >g In the dim grayness of the screen, you see the outline of a kid with a bowl of cereal. >g A dim suggestion of a voice whispers in your head: "He likes it! Hey Mikey!" >g The original 70s intro to Sesame Street is absolutely NOT playing on this TV right now, but you are also absolutely watching the original 70s intro to Sesame Street. >g On my waaaaaaay to where the air is sweeeeet... >g You keep watching. Another commercial. You are urged not to squeeze the Charmin. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >g You keep watching. You watch a short animation that teaches you to be less racist. >g You keep watching. Another commercial comes on, this one for a board game called Marble Blasters. >* ffs, I was predisposed not to like this room, and the puzzle sucks You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >find marble blasters That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x marble blasters You find Marble Blasters and rummage through its contents. There's a board, eight red marbles, seven blue marbles, a couple of spring-loaded marble-flicker things, and hey, what's this? A card from a different game -- one called Moonbase Bravo. >* FIND is clearly prompted as a verb That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x card Which do you mean, the library card (smelling faintly of mildew), the employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black business card (smelling faintly of mildew)? >x bravo You find Moonbase Bravo and dig through the box. There are some cardboard squares with craters printed on them, three little plastic astronauts, a deck of "moon unit" cards, and a domino with "Domino Destruction Derby" printed on the back. That one must be from a different game. >x domino You grab Domino Destruction Derby and open the box. It contains a few plastic ramps, a few dozen dominoes, and a little square of cardboard with a spooky ghost printed on it. The back of the card says "The Haunting of Haunt House" on it -- it must be from a different board game. >x haunting You grab The Haunting of Haunt House and rummage around in the the box. There are lots of little cardboard tokens representing ghosts and goblins and mummies, and also a red, white and blue die-cast motorcycle with "Evil Knievel's Canyon Jump" stencilled on the side of the gas tank. >x jump You grab Evil Knievel's Canyon Jump, hurl the lid across the room like the daredevil you are, and examine the contents. There's a disassembled plastic canyon, some ramps, some little metal figurines of impressed bystanders, and a card with a picture of a guy wearing a white chef's hat labeled "Pierre Patisserie." You flip the card over -- apparently Pierre belongs in a game called "Murder Kitchen." >x murder You grab Murder Kitchen, reluctantly open the lid, and take a look at what's inside. There's a deck of cards representing different chefs you can murder, and a few full-sized rusty kitchen implements. Actually, hold on. One of the chef cards is actually an alien card from a different game -- Space Actuary. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x space You grab Space Actuary and examine the contents. It's mostly just charts and tables with different fictional space diseases and their effects on life expectancy, but there's also a little resin sculpture of a child's head mounted on a plaque. What a creepy thing. You look at the back of the plaque, and see "Suburban Safari" embossed in it. >x suburban You grab Suburban Safari and reluctantly open the box. The board depicts an entire town, but only the gun stores and cul-de-sacs are labeled. Among the grisly statuettes is a gauze eyepatch with "Pirate Hospital" printed on the strap. >x pirate You grab Pirate Hospital and examine the contents. There are a few small bottles of medical rum (all empty, sadly,) a set of pegleg-mounting wrenches, and a big rubber shark fin, which wouldn't be out of place in a pirate game, except that this is really more of a hospital game. You take a closer look at the fin and see a small paper tag inside that says "Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark." >x shark You grab Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark and take a look at what's inside. It's four more of those shark fins, and a bottle of sunscreen labeled "San Tropez Tanners by Ban de Soleil." >x sunscreen You can't see any such thing. >x san You pull out San Tropez Tanners by Ban de Soleil and examine its contents. There are a bunch of little plastic sunbathers, a few dice, a rulebook (in French) and holy cow, a rusty meat cleaver. That is not even a little bit safe for people in this game's intended age range. You'd better take it with you. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >* there we are, finally You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x cleaver This meat cleaver is rusty and filled with old blood stains. >s (first getting off the easy chair) You get out of the chair. Your new situation kinda sucks compared to earlier, when you were in the chair. Gallery (YerrikTRB/Erica Newman) A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west. It's a godawful mess in here and it's entirely your fault. It looks like you've cleared the path through the room, and there may be nothing left to do but enjoy the paintings. You can see a photograph here. >w Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >s Mudroom (Matt Weiner) The porch is a mudroom, a place for taking off coats and muddy shoes. The marble front wall seems like a sheer cliff face, the porch like a flimsy shelter built onto it. The front door leads inside to the north. In one corner of the porch a strangely shaped hook is fastened to the wall. A black cloak hangs beside it. In the other corner of the porch is a small wooden table. A slightly muddy welcome mat lies in front of the door. >s Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. A spectral trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >s Hillside Path (Jack Welch) You are in a hillside hollow flanked on three sides by sheer granite cliffs and on the other by gnarled vegetation. Three trailheads hold out some chance of respite: north, southwest, and southeast. You can see a stone altar here. >se Outside the Plant (Chandler Groover) Smoke pours into a bruised sky, rising from chimneys that crowd the Cragne Meatpacking Plant. Its bricks are soot-stained, its stenciled walls weathered by acid rain. A hole is smashed into its side. To the northwest, a hill begins to climb toward Cragne Manor. A noncorporeal trolley stop sign reads Red Line -- Meatpacking Plant. >in The meatpacking plant (Kenneth Pedersen) You are standing in the center of the main room of the meatpacking plant. An open doorway leads west from this huge room to somewhere darker, while some rickety stairs lead up. A long row of meat hooks are hanging from the ceiling parallel to a bloodstained table. It is not too late to leave yet, by going out the front door. >cut dog with cleaver You take a deep breath and raise the meat cleaver. You carefully cut around the hard part of the stomach, to ensure you do not destroy whatever is in there. After a minute, a plastic bag leans out. You open it, revealing a single sheet of printed paper, which you take. Since you do not need the empty plastic bag, you stuff it back in the dog. >* ick That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x printed paper A low-quality photocopy of a hand-lettered original, slightly dog-eared. The title, Friends to the Worm Secret Menu, seems to have been written with a calligraphy pen in crude imitation of a fancy letterhead, but the rest is roughly printed in Sharpie: Eternal Chowder Drunken Goat of the Woods Ancestor Sandwich Fiddleheads Three Ways (SPRING) Shivering Hill Special Reserve >* Erg That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* must be for pub? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take printed You already have that. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >w Wrecked Bathroom of the Meatpacking Plant (Chris Jones) This is a perfectly normal bathroom. There is a metal grab bar on the wall where the stall used to be. There is bare floor where the toilet used to be. There are empty spaces on the wall where the fixtures like the sink used to be. There is a horse-shaped hole in one wall. Perfectly. Normal. Bathroom. >* NO NO NO NON NO That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >out You can't go that way. >e The meatpacking plant (Kenneth Pedersen) You are standing in the center of the main room of the meatpacking plant. An open doorway leads west from this huge room to somewhere darker, while some rickety stairs lead up. A long row of meat hooks are hanging from the ceiling parallel to a bloodstained table. It is not too late to leave yet, by going out the front door. >out Outside the Plant (Chandler Groover) Smoke pours into a bruised sky, rising from chimneys that crowd the Cragne Meatpacking Plant. Its bricks are soot-stained, its stenciled walls weathered by acid rain. A hole is smashed into its side. To the northwest, a hill begins to climb toward Cragne Manor. A mistlike trolley stop sign reads Red Line -- Meatpacking Plant. >nw Hillside Path (Jack Welch) You are in a hillside hollow flanked on three sides by sheer granite cliffs and on the other by gnarled vegetation. Three trailheads hold out some chance of respite: north, southwest, and southeast. You can see a stone altar here. >s You can't go that way. >sw Constabulary Road (Harkness Munt) The road phases into little more than a wide dirt track winding from the west towards the edge of town to the northeast. A paved walk wanders through an iron gate which interrupts a high stone wall looming to the north. A memorial bench sits just outside its shadow. A thickly-woven rampart of vegetation obstructs passage to the south, but you notice a narrow deer trail cutting a path through the deep woods. A barricade spans the road to the northeast, and beyond it a large shallow pit is being excavated. If you're careful, you could skirt the edges of the pit and continue along the northeast road. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Orange Line -- Constabulary Road. >w Outside Pub (Jason Lautzenheiser) As the street runs east through this side of town, it narrows as the jagged rooftops on either side of the road reach out to each other. To the north is the pub. You can continue to the west where you see a bridge. As you pause on the narrow brick sidewalk which lays unevenly along the ugly, half-crumbling brick walls, you hear a train whistle in the distance. A sign hangs loosely above the pub entrance and to the side is a murky window. You can see a newspaper box here. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >n The Invisible Worm (Sam Kabo Ashwell) A dimly-lit tavern, old enough that all its straight lines have worn or warped slightly out of shape, and everything feels cluttered and a little too small; you've had apartments with living-rooms bigger than this. Heavy, dark beams support a low ceiling, and the walls are crowded with ancient farm tools and yellowing photographs. A cramped doorway, south, leads back outside. The bartender impassively surveys the room. Old-timers monopolize the fireplace nook; a straggle of teenagers hunch in a corner. > order chowder The bartender rummages behind the bar, not looking away from you; there's the rattle of a ladle on a slow-cooker lid, and you have your chowder a second later. It looks like greasy grey porridge full of colorless lumps, and smells of a fish market. It tastes better than it smells or looks, which is not a high bar. By the time you're done with it you're not disgusted, per se, but you're grateful for small portions. > order goat In short order you are presented with a fist-sized round of local goat cheese. It's about the texture of an Edam or a softish Gouda, except with a brownish, aromatic crust that, the accompanying leaflet explains, comes from being aged in the local wild-grape brandy. It comes with water crackers and five (5) sad-looking grapes. The cheese is excellent: full-flavoured on the outside, soft and creamy towards the center. You sample one grape for the sake of open-mindedness, then shuffle the rest to the edge of your plate. The old-timers argue about the time Esau Shankley's wife eloped with the Poole boy. In the process they insult one another in ways that would be fatal to any friendship you've ever had. >* ic That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >order sandwich The bartender cracks his knuckles and turns aside to prepare your food. This is complicated enough to require his full attention. >take whetstone The bartender's back being momentarily turned, you summon your distant experience as a tween shoplifter (lifetime haul: two tubes of lipstick and a caramel Cow Tales), pretend to examine an old photo, and swipe the whetstone from its place on the wall. In this dim light nobody will even notice it's gone. The bartender is busy cooking and has his back to you. >* bam That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x bartender (the bartender) The bartender is working to perfect a back-of-house look: tattoos on forearm and neck, dirty-blonde dreadlocks kerchiefed back, a beard that makes it hard to read his age or mood. A broad face, stub-nosed. A broad body in a metal T-shirt. With deeper wrinkles or a few extra inches of height, he'd give off an air of menace; as it is he mostly gives off an air of watching the clock until he can sneak out back for a weed break. The bartender is busy cooking and has his back to you. >z Time passes. The bartender looks over at you, slaps a plate on the bartop and grunts something that might be "order's up." You take your sandwich, and retreat to a table to eat it. From Hobbing's Compendium of the North American Sandwich: The Ancestor Sandwich is a true rarity, confined to a scattering of refugia within upper inland New England. The classic recipe comprises pickled herring, shredded kid goat, and wild ramps or similar pungent onions, served on sourdough and sauced with slampery, a bone broth rendered down to the consistency of gelatinous mayonnaise. Seasonal greens or iceberg lettuce are sometimes added, to no appreciable effect. The authors have been unable to personally sample an authentic Ancestor Sandwich; the above information is gleaned from recipe-books and other textual references dating between 1890 and 1935. Personal experiments with these recipes have not been encouraging. It's a lot of food. You make a brave go of it, and clean your plate. You might even want it again sometime, if it was about a quarter of the size. >* "to no appreciable effect" is a good joke That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. > order reserve The bartender raises his eyebrows, then presents you with a very small glass of a pale amber liquor. You're no whiskey expert, but the vapors coming off the stuff suggest that this is oesophagus-shredding stuff. Yup. Tastes a little bit of oak but mostly of paint stripper, gives you a brief head-rush. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >ordrer fiddleheads That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >order fiddleheads The bartender cracks his knuckles and turns aside to prepare your food. This is complicated enough to require his full attention. >z Time passes. The bartender is busy cooking and has his back to you. >z Time passes. The bartender is busy cooking and has his back to you. The old-timers opine on Abner Ditch's futile campaign for governor. It's unclear whether this happened last week or last century. >z Time passes. "Order up," barks the bartender. You receive a heaped bowl of fern croziers, baby fern fronds still curled up like feathery green snail shells, and variously prepared. The pickled ones taste like anything else that's been pickled; the steamed ones are delicious, crunchy and earthy and fresh; the battered ones taste like fried batter, except that the texture is ever so slightly reminiscent of chewing through the rubbery bones of an alien foetus. There's ranch dressing on the side. In summary, it is very good and is done with much too quickly. >* erm That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >out Outside Pub (Jason Lautzenheiser) As the street runs east through this side of town, it narrows as the jagged rooftops on either side of the road reach out to each other. To the north is the pub. You can continue to the west where you see a bridge. As you pause on the narrow brick sidewalk which lays unevenly along the ugly, half-crumbling brick walls, you hear a train whistle in the distance. A sign hangs loosely above the pub entrance and to the side is a murky window. You can see a newspaper box here. >sharpen machete (with the dark grey whetstone (smelling faintly of mildew)) These days you prefer plastic pull-through sharpeners, but you vaguely remember something like this from your days in scouting. You spit on the whetstone and rub it at an angle against the edge of the machete. You repeat this until the edge feels reasonably sharp against your finger. Then you suddenly remember a particularly annoying scout leader explaining to you, in his condescending way, how a machete isn't supposed to be sharp like a knife, and how it must be sharpened with a file and not a whetstone. Oh, well. Hopefully you didn't ruin it completely. >* ...that is a very particular bit of scout lore to impart That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >e Constabulary Road (Harkness Munt) The road phases into little more than a wide dirt track winding from the west towards the edge of town to the northeast. A paved walk wanders through an iron gate which interrupts a high stone wall looming to the north. A memorial bench sits just outside its shadow. A thickly-woven rampart of vegetation obstructs passage to the south, but you notice a narrow deer trail cutting a path through the deep woods. A barricade spans the road to the northeast, and beyond it a large shallow pit is being excavated. If you're careful, you could skirt the edges of the pit and continue along the northeast road. A phantom trolley stop sign reads Orange Line -- Constabulary Road. >ne Hillside Path (Jack Welch) You are in a hillside hollow flanked on three sides by sheer granite cliffs and on the other by gnarled vegetation. Three trailheads hold out some chance of respite: north, southwest, and southeast. You can see a stone altar here. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >nw You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >n Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. A noncorporeal trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >nw Outside the greenhouse (James Eagle) The damp brick path that led you here bends around the squat porch of an old greenhouse half-swallowed by a tangle of bramble and ivy. Water drips from the thick branches overhead; in the undergrowth something - somethings? - creep and rustle. The path curves away to northeast and southeast. You can also go in to the greenhouse from here. >in Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) Nothing should be growing here anymore ? the heating and irrigation have been off for years ? but roots seem to have covered everything. The walls curve inward, forming a huge dome, with a mesh of roots covering it from the floor up to about halfway to the ceiling. Sunlight still breaks through in places, throwing a pattern of bright spots across the room. The roots grow from an enormous tropical tree at the center of the greenhouse, towering all the way up to the ceiling, which it hides behind a thick crown of leaves. A spiral staircase, seemingly woven of roots, leads to a circular mesh walkway higher up along the wall. The parrot sculpture protrudes from the roots near the exit. >cut vines with machete You don't need any vines. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and proclaims, "The time is now eleven o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >cut roots with machete (the roots covering the sculpture with the sharp machete (smelling faintly of mildew)) After cutting of a couple of roots from the statue, you realize that you can insert the machete blade under the weave of roots and sawing through it from inside, as if cutting up a fish. A milky fluid oozes from the cuts, as if trying to heal them. When you toss the roots aside, you get the strange impression that the statue is relieved. >x statue Through a yellow lichen that covers the white stone, two intensely red eyes made of some translucent material glare at you. The beak is open as if uttering a squawk. But the parrot actually looks less hostile since you removed the roots. Still not actually friendly, though. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >pet statue There is a slight trembling in the sculpture at your display of affection. Or did you just imagine it? Somehow you feel a desire for cleansing emanating from the parrot. >clean pattue You can't see any such thing. >clean statue You scrape off some of the fungus and lichen growing on the sculpture with your nails, creating clouds of spores that sting in your eyes, but you really need some kind of tool if you are going to get it all off. >clean statue with machete You do the best you can with the tools at hand and clean off the fungus and lichen and bird droppings, occasionally stopping to cough and wipe the spores from your eyes. After that, you don't want to stop, so you sharpen its beak and improve some of the finer lines on its feathers. Much nicer this way. And to your astonishment, its eyes now look green. >pet statue There is a slight trembling in the sculpture at your display of affection. Or did you just imagine it? >x statute You can't see any such thing. >x statue The parrot looks almost at peace since you cleaned it. Now you imagine that its green eyes are looking kindly at you and that the mouth is singing. >listen to statue You hear nothing unexpected. >x eyes The green eyes look at you kindly. >touch eyes Everything in here is slightly sticky to the touch. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >sing Your voice echoes strangely. >listen The leaves rustle slightly, and there is a quiet buzz of insects. >l Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) Nothing should be growing here anymore ? the heating and irrigation have been off for years ? but roots seem to have covered everything. The walls curve inward, forming a huge dome, with a mesh of roots covering it from the floor up to about halfway to the ceiling. Sunlight still breaks through in places, throwing a pattern of bright spots across the room. The roots grow from an enormous tropical tree at the center of the greenhouse, towering all the way up to the ceiling, which it hides behind a thick crown of leaves. A spiral staircase, seemingly woven of roots, leads to a circular mesh walkway higher up along the wall. The parrot sculpture protrudes from the roots near the exit. >* can we just go up? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >u You climb the unstable staircase. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) (on the mesh walkway) You're up the mesh walkway circling the greenhouse partway up the wall. The roots have grown into the iron mesh and railing as well, twisting it and breaking it apart. Between the roots and sharp metal edges there is hardly room to stand, but the branches stretching finger-like from the lower part of tree look sturdy and climbable. The spiral staircase leads back down. >u You hold onto one of the more sturdy-looking branches and carefully move toward the tree at the center of the room. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) (up the tree) You're on one of the thick lower branches of the tree. The strangler fig roots cover the host tree completely. A sturdy, root-covered branch has grown into the walkway circling the greenhouse. >u You climb higher up the tree. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) (higher up the tree) You are among the murkier branches higher up the tree. Trying your best not to look down, it is still obvious that you would not survive a fall from this height. Here, gaps between the strangler fig roots reveal the original host tree, which looks like an African fern pine. Through a small hole in the host tree, you can see the strangler fig growing like a spinal cord through its hollow trunk. The tree continues upwards. >u You climb even higher up the tree. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) (even higher up the tree) Up here the tree is more like a thicket of thin, sharp, dead twigs, with flowering roots spiraling between them. There are some huge bones among the twigs and leaves ? the skeleton of some prehistoric aquatic beast once mounted here, suspended from the ceiling by metal wires, now twisted and broken by the relentless growth of the tree. It seems possible to climb still higher from here. >u You climb still higher up the tree. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) (top of the tree near the ceiling) The entire treetop sways from your weight, up and down, this way and that. You are close enough to the glass ceiling to see the blue sky and bright sunshine outside. Something is hidden behind the tightly woven branches and leaves here. >* I think something attacked us here -- maybe the analogue of the parrot? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x something As you approach, you hear strange harmonic birdsong, and the leaves and branches part, almost like curtains being drawn, revealing a human-size birdcage suspended from the ceiling. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >listen A slight breeze blows through the humid air. >x cage It is a wrought-iron cage, large enough to fit a human. It is closed with a small latch. Through the bars you see what looks like a bird's nest. >open cage You open the door. A bird's nest made of dry twigs fills the bottom of the cage. It is full of broken eggshells and small bird bones. Hidden among the bones is a strangely clean and intact small cardboard box. >x cardboard Which do you mean, the cardboard box or the library card (smelling faintly of mildew)? >box It's labeled "Vacuum Component". >* LOL That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >open it (first taking the cardboard box.) You reach in through the birdcage door. As soon as your hand closes around the cardboard box, you hear a soft flapping of wings coming from every direction, accompanied by a strangely beautiful song of hoarse harmonies. Huge white parrots surround you. At first you are alarmed, but their kindly gaze calms you down. The parrots lift you with their beaks ? somehow holding onto your clothes everywhere without hurting you, dropping you, or ripping the fabric. They give you a nice tour of the greenhouse, circling the tree and the glass walls. The view is breathtaking, and their song stills your vertigo. They gently carry you down to the ground and let go. Then they are gone. Greenhouse (Petter Sjölund) Nothing should be growing here anymore ? the heating and irrigation have been off for years ? but roots seem to have covered everything. The walls curve inward, forming a huge dome, with a mesh of roots covering it from the floor up to about halfway to the ceiling. Sunlight still breaks through in places, throwing a pattern of bright spots across the room. The roots grow from an enormous tropical tree at the center of the greenhouse, towering all the way up to the ceiling, which it hides behind a thick crown of leaves. A spiral staircase, seemingly woven of roots, leads to a circular mesh walkway higher up along the wall. The parrot sculpture protrudes from the roots near the exit. [Congratulations! You have reached the peaceful conclusion of this room.] You open the cardboard box, revealing a vacuum component. >* Oh man, there's a mean conclusion? One for the bonus update You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x component A big antique thing-a-ma-bob that seems perfectly fitted to go inside a large, antique vacuum. Or at least you would imagine. >take it You're carrying too many things already. >i You are carrying: a cardboard box (open) a vacuum component a dark grey whetstone (smelling faintly of mildew) a secret menu (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty meat cleaver (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew) a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew) a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew) a book list (smelling faintly of mildew) a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew) a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew) photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew) sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew) A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew) a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew) a white key (smelling faintly of mildew) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of leather boots a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) a vial of cedarwood extract a vial of frankincense a vial of tuberose extract a vial of geosmin a vial of musk a spray decant vial a vial of vanilla extract an unmarked clear vial an unmarked teal vial an unmarked pale blue vial a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a vial of rose extract (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a hidden pocket (open but empty) a key pocket (open but empty) a book pocket (closed) a side pocket (closed) a trash pocket (closed) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a sharp machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. > out Outside the greenhouse (James Eagle) The damp brick path that led you here bends around the squat porch of an old greenhouse half-swallowed by a tangle of bramble and ivy. Water drips from the thick branches overhead; in the undergrowth something - somethings? - creep and rustle. The path curves away to northeast and southeast. You can also go in to the greenhouse from here. >se Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. A mistlike trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >in You climb the steps to the porch. Mudroom (Matt Weiner) The porch is a mudroom, a place for taking off coats and muddy shoes. The marble front wall seems like a sheer cliff face, the porch like a flimsy shelter built onto it. The front door leads inside to the north. In one corner of the porch a strangely shaped hook is fastened to the wall. A black cloak hangs beside it. In the other corner of the porch is a small wooden table. A slightly muddy welcome mat lies in front of the door. >in Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. >n Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample) This is a dark alcove with a narrow stairway rising into the gloom upstairs. Shadows lurch over a doorway to the south. Opposite those shadows lies another doorway, in even darker shadows. What little light there is seeps in from a small elliptical window high on the wall. The ramshackle bookshelf lies in a pile of splintered wood on the floor like a fallen scarecrow, arms akimbo. >u Top of Stairs (Q. Pheevr) You are at the top of a staircase, which leads down to Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample). An archway leads east to Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love). Standing against the west wall is a dilapidated kitchen sink with a pine cabinet under it. >e Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love) Imposing wooden doors lead north to the nursery (which is open) and east to the master bedroom (which is also open); a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south. The broken doors to the armoire lie on the floor near the center of the room. The doorless armoire stands against the north-west wall. There's nothing inside. >e MASTER BEDROOM (ROWAN LIPKOVITS) Here we have the master bedroom of Cragne Manor, which is by turns contradictorily capacious and cramped. Though you can't put your finger on it, something about this windowless chamber sucks the very air out of your lungs and puts you on edge. One would have to be a master indeed to achieve any rest in this offputting room. Though it is relatively sparsely furnished, it wouldn't be much of a bedoom without a bed -- and there it is, a four-poster tall, dingy, imposing and unsettling. Next to it is a bedside table, on which resides some torturously elongated lamp -- apparently the dim room's only light source, currently turned off. To the west is the hallway door through which you first arrived, and to the east there is also a door to what is most likely a walk-in closet. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >e A Shadowy Closet (Molly Ying) A shaft of light through the door to the west falls upon as tidy a closet as ever you've seen. The shelves are clear, and now you can see a trapdoor in the ceiling above them. >u Attic (Lane Puetz) From this corner of the attic, paths lead south and west, or you can head back down the rickety staircase. A damp wind flows through a gash in the exterior wall. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Eggplant Line -- Cragne Manor Attic. >s Disheveled Studio (Katherine Morayati) The studio must have been abandoned in a hurry. The bookshelves are ransacked, the easel in pieces on the floor, bulbs torn out of two of the ceiling lights. The only thing undisturbed is a table, solid like a slab, precisely in the center of the room. Several layers of heavy curtain block off crawlspaces to the north and southeast. The room smells distractingly of Peter's cologne. Nothing remains of the canvas but a hollowed-out shell. >ss That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >se The curtains swing back into place with a thud. Abandoned Nursery (Harrison Gerard) An octagonal room. Dust coats the walls. In one corner, a crib. In the other, a dollhouse. Exits lead northwest, north, and northeast. You can see a vacuum cleaner here. "Hug me," the doll croaks. >put component in cleaner You click the component into place. The vacuum is functional. >x vacuum A big old antique vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner is currently switched off. >turn on vacuum You switch it on, and with a whir, it sucks the cobwebs clean from the dollhouse. >x dollhouse A large wooden dollhouse. Its exterior is a nearly perfect match for Cragne Manor, but there's something odd about the interior. In the dollhouse is a "Gossipin' Gertie" doll. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >x interior The interior rooms of of the miniature manor are all mixed up. Staring at the jumble for too long gives you a headache. Now that the cobwebs are cleared, though, you can search the rooms a little more thoroughly. >search rooms You reach into the dollhouse and retrieve a silver letter opener. "I love you," the doll croaks. >x opener It appears to be silver and tarnished with age. On one side, the monogram E.A.R. is inscribed in large, cursive letters. >* bam That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* sorry, Eustace You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >n Invasive Library (Justin de Vesine) Once a study or a small sitting room, a particularly invasive species of library has taken over this space. Walls obscured by stacks of books. Ceiling hidden by stacks of books. The floor might as well be tiled with books. There's a path of sorts from a small doorway to the south to a desk amidst the overgrown collection, and to the southeast, a bookshelf has been shoved aside to reveal a passage through the wall. >n You can't go that way. >s Abandoned Nursery (Harrison Gerard) An octagonal room. Dust coats the walls. In one corner, a crib. In the other, a dollhouse. Exits lead northwest, north, and northeast. You can see a vacuum cleaner here. >nw Disheveled Studio (Katherine Morayati) The studio must have been abandoned in a hurry. The bookshelves are ransacked, the easel in pieces on the floor, bulbs torn out of two of the ceiling lights. The only thing undisturbed is a table, solid like a slab, precisely in the center of the room. Several layers of heavy curtain block off crawlspaces to the north and southeast. The room smells distractingly of Peter's cologne. Nothing remains of the canvas but a hollowed-out shell. >n The curtains swing back into place with a thud. Attic (Lane Puetz) From this corner of the attic, paths lead south and west, or you can head back down the rickety staircase. A damp wind flows through a gash in the exterior wall. A mistlike trolley stop sign reads Eggplant Line -- Cragne Manor Attic. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >d A Shadowy Closet (Molly Ying) A shaft of light through the door to the west falls upon as tidy a closet as ever you've seen. The shelves are clear, and now you can see a trapdoor in the ceiling above them. >w MASTER BEDROOM (ROWAN LIPKOVITS) Here we have the master bedroom of Cragne Manor, which is by turns contradictorily capacious and cramped. Though you can't put your finger on it, something about this windowless chamber sucks the very air out of your lungs and puts you on edge. One would have to be a master indeed to achieve any rest in this offputting room. Though it is relatively sparsely furnished, it wouldn't be much of a bedoom without a bed -- and there it is, a four-poster tall, dingy, imposing and unsettling. Next to it is a bedside table, on which resides some torturously elongated lamp -- apparently the dim room's only light source, currently turned off. To the west is the hallway door through which you first arrived, and to the east there is also a door to what is most likely a walk-in closet. >w Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love) Imposing wooden doors lead north to the nursery (which is open) and east to the master bedroom (which is also open); a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south. The broken doors to the armoire lie on the floor near the center of the room. The doorless armoire stands against the north-west wall. There's nothing inside. >w Top of Stairs (Q. Pheevr) You are at the top of a staircase, which leads down to Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample). An archway leads east to Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love). Standing against the west wall is a dilapidated kitchen sink with a pine cabinet under it. >d Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample) This is a dark alcove with a narrow stairway rising into the gloom upstairs. Shadows lurch over a doorway to the south. Opposite those shadows lies another doorway, in even darker shadows. What little light there is seeps in from a small elliptical window high on the wall. The ramshackle bookshelf lies in a pile of splintered wood on the floor like a fallen scarecrow, arms akimbo. >n Dining Room (Roberto Colnaghi) A long, rectangular mahogany table takes up most of the room. The room is old and dusty, and it seems decades have passed since the last time someone had dinner here. On the table lies a broken machine, and a calendar is pinned on the wall. Doorways lead west, east, and south. >e Sitting Room (Buster Hudson) The floorboards groan against your footsteps as you enter the dusty sitting room. Light struggles to penetrate the grimy bay window, hinting at the space around you. Various pieces of furniture are covered by moldy, moth-bitten sheets. The remains of a portrait hang above the fireplace. Leaning against a wall is a large mirror. >e The only way out is to the west. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >x mirror (the silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew)) A heavy silver mirror, tarnished and clearly old. When you glance into it the reflections of the house seem to resolve, the inhuman angles and dizzying design resolving into a more sensible pattern. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >look in mirror (the silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew)) You somehow look calmer in the mirror, and the horrible world behind you seems a little less chaotic?a little easier to deal with. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and squawks, "The time is now ten o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >x me You are Naomi, and you look exactly as you should. Since your arrival in Backwater, you've discovered it helps to remind yourself of this fact as often as you can. >l Sitting Room (Buster Hudson) The floorboards groan against your footsteps as you enter the dusty sitting room. Light struggles to penetrate the grimy bay window, hinting at the space around you. Various pieces of furniture are covered by moldy, moth-bitten sheets. The remains of a portrait hang above the fireplace. Leaning against a wall is a large mirror. >x large mirror A regal woman with graying hair and harsh features stares back at you. "Have you found my letter opener yet? I must ask that you return it to me immediately," Eustace says. >* too many mirrors That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x silver mirror You can't see any such thing. >i You are carrying a letter opener and a handwritten letter to you. >x mirror You look upon the strange woman in the mirror, and suddenly you are yourself again. >x silver mirror A heavy silver mirror, tarnished and clearly old. When you glance into it the reflections of the house seem to resolve, the inhuman angles and dizzying design resolving into a more sensible pattern. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. You hear a tiny hamster yawn inside your cardigan pocket. >* Oh, the silver mirror never actually left our inventory! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x large mirror A regal woman with graying hair and harsh features stares back at you. Eustace reminds you to bring him his letter opener. >kill eustace with letter opener I only understood you as far as wanting to kill Eustace. >kill eustace No. Not yet. >give opener (to Eustace) He proceeds to open the letter and read it quietly to himself. Within moments, he is more spirited than he's been in some time. "Good news! I've been accepted to a professorship at Yale, beginning in the spring. We can finally leave Backwater and this wretched house behind us, and start fresh. Isn't it wonderful?" He needs only notice your reluctant expression for his demeanor to change sharply. "Oh, you mustn't fight me on this, darling. We can keep the house, if only to satisfy your pride, but moving is not a negotiation. I've lived in the shadow of your family and your house and your trappings for far too long. It is time for me to be my own man." You try to maintain a stony expression, but his behavior makes it far too difficult. A condescending smile spreads across your lips. "Your own man? Ha! You would never have been granted an interview without my uncle's influence, nor the time to write all those papers without living off my inheritance." He takes several steps towards you. His eyes are darker than usual. His lips curl into a snarl. "Your late father failed to discipline your tongue, as have I since our marriage. A correction in your behavior is long overdue." Before you can react, his hands encircle your neck and begin to squeeze. >kill eustace with letter opener I only understood you as far as wanting to kill Eustace. >kill him You struggle against Eustace's grip, clawing uselessly on his arms, but he holds you fast. The letter opener. It's your only chance. You reach towards his breast pocket, fingers brushing against its smooth surface, and at last grab hold. Then you flail. Slash. An awkward angle, and you drive it deep into his ear. His hands loosen. He collapses beneath you. You stagger backwards, clutching your throat and coughing. Slowly, your breath becomes more even and the world returns to focus. Your husband is crumpled on the floor, the letter opener embedded deep in his ear. Blood spills from the wound and pools around his head. >gloat That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x eustace Your husband is now your late husband. The letter opener is buried hilt-deep in his ear. >take opener You grab hold of the letter opener and pull. It slides out of your husband's head with more ease than you expected. >l Sitting Room (Buster Hudson) A large bay window allows for ample light into the elegant sitting room. Above the fireplace hangs the portrait of the sneering Cragne ancestor. Near the westward entrance to the dining room hangs a mirror. Eustace is lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor. >x portrait The great Horace Cragne is perched above the fireplace, maintaining a constant vigilance over the sitting room. You think he would serve better in the study. At the very least, he would avoid frightening the ladies from church when they visit for tea after Sunday service. His face is gaunt, features severe, and his eyes are rimmed a deep crimson. You prefer not to meet his gaze. Hanging next to the portrait is a bell pull. >pull bell-pull Not yet. She'll help you clean the mess, but it will require some... persuasion. >* mr That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >search eustace He wouldn't be holding onto anything you desire. >l Sitting Room (Buster Hudson) A large bay window allows for ample light into the elegant sitting room. Above the fireplace hangs the portrait of the sneering Cragne ancestor. Near the westward entrance to the dining room hangs a mirror. Eustace is lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor. >x blood You don't like the sight of it, nor the smell. >drink bood You can't see any such thing. >drink blood You leave the blood well enough alone. At least until you return with the scrub brush and bucket. >eat eustace He's plainly inedible. >* LOL That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >i You are carrying a letter opener and a handwritten letter to you. >x opener It belonged to Eustace's father, Eustace Arthur Rolling the elder, who left it to your husband when he passed. Your Eustace was very attached to it. Fitting it should be what killed him. >x letter (the handwritten letter to you) My dear mother, I hope you are well and remain so through this dreadful winter. I am happy to report your Christmas fruit cake survived the journey unscathed and has been enjoyed with great enthusiasm by the other boys. I am passing along their compliments. Second term is just beginning, and much work is anticipated. I will try to keep regular correspondence as you requested. My nightmares have been growing worse as of late. Even though I never met grandfather, I know it is he who visits me. I pray every night, but God seems to ignore me. What am I to do? Might you send some funds for a doctor? Perhaps he could prescribe a tonic to aid me in my sleep. I love you, mother, in so many ways and more. Give father my love. I will write again soon. Your beloved son, Christopher >x mirror You gaze at your reflection, your eyes rimmed red. There's a spattering of blood on your face and across your dress. Some stains can never be cleaned, once they are too deeply set. In such cases, you must rid yourself of the garment entirely. You should never have become Mrs. Rolling. How ridiculous you've been. You are a Cragne through and through, like your father, and your father before him, back to the very founding of Backwater. So, too, shall your son be a Cragne. It is in the blood. And then, you are not you. You are the other you, yourself. You clutch your stomach and heave, ready to vomit, the image of that man lying in his own blood fresh in your mind. You weren't actually there, right? It was all in your head. Got to be. You look down and find yourself holding a strange windchime. How did you get this? Maybe Lillian thought you should have it. You doubt you'll ever really know. >x chime It's a bizarre thing, the width of your two thumbs together and as long as your hand, shaped something like a bookmark and as thin as one, yet it's intensely heavy - far more than its slight form would indicate. It looks like a windchime or part of some musical instrument. It's clearly made of metal, but you're unable to easily identify the kind, for its coloring seems to shift in the light - one moment a solid silver, the next bronze, the next almost golden. Running through the material is some sort of greenish corrosion and stamped or carved into its surface are a multitude of strange, sinuous symbols. You can't make heads nor tails of any of them. It feels slightly warm to the touch. >* other shack That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >ring chime You flick the chime gently with a fingernail. Nothing seems to happen at first, then the chime begins to produce a gentle thrum seeming to emanate from deep inside its core. Over the next few moments, the hum increases in intensity until the chime is softly buzzing in your hand. It seems to give no indication of stopping any time soon. >save Ok. >out The only way out is to the west. >w Dining Room (Roberto Colnaghi) A long, rectangular mahogany table takes up most of the room. The room is old and dusty, and it seems decades have passed since the last time someone had dinner here. On the table lies a broken machine, and a calendar is pinned on the wall. Doorways lead west, east, and south. The chime is definitely growing louder. >s Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample) This is a dark alcove with a narrow stairway rising into the gloom upstairs. Shadows lurch over a doorway to the south. Opposite those shadows lies another doorway, in even darker shadows. What little light there is seeps in from a small elliptical window high on the wall. The ramshackle bookshelf lies in a pile of splintered wood on the floor like a fallen scarecrow, arms akimbo. The chime suddenly shudders more violently in your hand. >s Foyer (Greg Frost) Standing in the narrow entry hall is like being at the mouth of a cave. The only light comes in through tall windows on either side of the door and a half-round window above. All of the furniture has been removed from the foyer, leaving tracks in the heavy dust. The night sky is dark and full of stars. Hallways lead west and east into other parts of the house. A doorway leads north; the front door is to the south. The vibration of the chime is slightly stronger now. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >s Mudroom (Matt Weiner) The porch is a mudroom, a place for taking off coats and muddy shoes. The marble front wall seems like a sheer cliff face, the porch like a flimsy shelter built onto it. The front door leads inside to the north. In one corner of the porch a strangely shaped hook is fastened to the wall. A black cloak hangs beside it. In the other corner of the porch is a small wooden table. A slightly muddy welcome mat lies in front of the door. The chime suddenly shudders more violently in your hand. >out Front Walk (Matt Weiner) Cragne Manor looms to the north. Its light gray marble front is marred by a screened-in wooden porch, clearly tacked on well after the manor was built. A gravel path bends around the manor to the northeast and northwest, and the driveway leads south back to town. By the porch steps is a post with a placard reading "31." A strange little manikin is affixed to it. An ethereal trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. The chime is definitely growing louder. >s Hillside Path (Jack Welch) You are in a hillside hollow flanked on three sides by sheer granite cliffs and on the other by gnarled vegetation. Three trailheads hold out some chance of respite: north, southwest, and southeast. You can see a stone altar here. The ringing of the chime redoubles. >sw Constabulary Road (Harkness Munt) The road phases into little more than a wide dirt track winding from the west towards the edge of town to the northeast. A paved walk wanders through an iron gate which interrupts a high stone wall looming to the north. A memorial bench sits just outside its shadow. A thickly-woven rampart of vegetation obstructs passage to the south, but you notice a narrow deer trail cutting a path through the deep woods. A barricade spans the road to the northeast, and beyond it a large shallow pit is being excavated. If you're careful, you could skirt the edges of the pit and continue along the northeast road. A phantom trolley stop sign reads Orange Line -- Constabulary Road. The vibration of the chime is slightly stronger now. >w Outside Pub (Jason Lautzenheiser) As the street runs east through this side of town, it narrows as the jagged rooftops on either side of the road reach out to each other. To the north is the pub. You can continue to the west where you see a bridge. As you pause on the narrow brick sidewalk which lays unevenly along the ugly, half-crumbling brick walls, you hear a train whistle in the distance. A sign hangs loosely above the pub entrance and to the side is a murky window. You can see a newspaper box here. The chime is definitely growing louder. >w Your feet finally touch down on some blackened shore and into some large subterrane. The slick black stone of the cavern arcs high above your head with strange formations that grow downwards and then out in oddly perpendicular angles. The damp rock moves in and out of focus as some pulsing green light illuminates the space. Taking a step, you feel the sand pulling at your shoes as though it were thick mud or quicksand. Your feet sink with every step, settling on some solid stone platform just beneath this layer of cloying sand that prevents you from being entirely swallowed. You pass between two monolithic pillars: oily green-black stone of a height that makes you dizzy to comprehend. Between them, a skeletal bridge stretches out across the chasm. The crossing spans a ravine of tumultuous water that roars like some uncaged beast and echoes around the cavern. Its Stygian call chills you and draws you in by equal measures as you take the first step onto the slats that form the bridge. Bridge (Daniel Stelzer and Jemma Briggeman) You are standing on a bridge spanning east to west in the middle of an echoing cavern. In the center of the bridge is a large absurd sculpture constructed of pipes that climb up to a cauldron filled with an eerily glowing green moss, the only light source in the room. Beneath your feet you can hear the crashing of the river below. Ahead of you, to your horror, there are slats missing on the bridge - you'll never make it across without replacing them. On the gap in the bridge are some flat bones. The rope lies abandoned on the ground in a tangle, one end tied to the bridge, the other to some metallic contraption. The chime suddenly shudders more violently in your hand. >w Town square, Backwater, VT (Marco Innocenti) The large, hexagonal-shaped square is paved with big, white stones, polished by rain and wind over the decades; around it, low red-brick buildings look like watching peasants. One single street leaves the square to the north, while less accommodating paths lead west, in the direction of a towering church, and southwest. Due east, an iron bridge crosses the river, and southeast, a walkway leads down to its bank. The swollen, slate-colored clouds that blanket the sky are reflected in the shiny, circular shape embellishing the center of the square, muttering ominous portents amongst themselves. The ringing of the chime redoubles. >n Outside the Library (Gavin Inglis) A short street terminates here. To the south it opens into the town square. To the east, a few worn steps rise to the entrance of the public library, and to the west you can see a real estate office. A gloomy path leads northwest, towards the woods. You can see a notice board here. A spectral trolley stop sign reads Blue Line -- Library Square. You think the chime's tone is slightly louder. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >nw Shack Exterior (Michael Lin) A clearing, outside a wooden shack. A clockwork doll sits here, utterly incongruous at the edge of the woods. The woods are to the northwest, while that godforsaken town is to the southeast. The vibration of the chime is slightly stronger now. >in Inside the Shack (Daniel Ravipinto) The shadows pool in strange shapes along the earthen floor of the shack, the only light coming from the cracks in the surprisingly high ceiling and through the opened door. Piles of accumulated junk that Peter's family must have stored here over the decades lie against the inner walls, which have turned grey with either dust or the mere passage of time. One of the shadows at the shack's far end moves, then separates into a distinct shape, slumped against a supporting pillar. There's something in here with you. The chime's ringing reaches a crescendo, then somehow impossibly rings louder. The alien tone becomes more shrill, sending the bones of your skull thrumming with a sympathetic vibration. Just when you think your head will split in two, you realize that all you can hear is your own breathing. Somehow, the chime has stopped. >listen The silence you hear sounds unnatural, as though a tone were missing that ought to be present. Peter fruitlessly tries to wipe the blood from his shirt and hands. >ring chime Nothing happens. You try again. Still nothing. The third time the chime bellows in response, a deep, aching tone like a brazen bell the size of the manor itself. And then, silence. And yet the tone goes on - for you can feel it in the bones of your hand, your chest. And then - pain - the chime is falling from your nerveless fingers as your hands clamp to your ears. For the ringing must still be going on, but your ears... Your hands come away, covered in blood and the grey walls of the shack slide to one side and you see Peter, on his feet, tears running down his face, screaming silently at you as he slams his fists against the strange barrier again and again and then it shatters and him along with it. A thousand shards of Peter are floating in the air, rotating slowly in the light and then they each slowly align, each a tiny dagger pointed at your face and then they fly... [Press any key to continue...] The Prism A cramped and claustrophic darkness sketching out a triangular space of a few square feet. There must be light of some kind, because you can see, but for the life of you, you couldn't say where or what it's coming from. The walls are the same solid air you saw in the shack, but without the sigils you saw under the surface. Outside is only darkness. Somehow, again, trapped in the same, small space, is Peter, lying slumped against the far wall. >* oof That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x peter Peter's eyes roll upwards until they're pointed in your direction. He blinks exhaustedly. He's dressed in the same grey shift you find yourself wearing. He blinks again, as if uncertain what he's seeing, then he starts backwards as if surprised. Then he climbs to his knees and smiles. "Darling?" he asks, passing his hand over his face in disbelief. "Is that you?" He stands and takes a single step closer to you and somehow whatever is allowing you to see here brightens. Now it is you who is blinking. His face is wrong. This isn't Peter. You don't know how you know but you know. There's something in his eyes, in the planes of his face. "What?" the thing that is not your husband says, his mouth moving just a millimeter too much, his eyes half-closed, hiding something horrible behind the lids. "What is it?" he asks, with an awful wonder in his voice that turns your stomach. This is not Peter. This is Not-Peter. Not-Peter approaches you slowly, frowning. He walks the length of the prism, back and forth, his eyes never leaving yours. Then he stops dead. "You're not her, are you? You're...who are you?" >* hah, this reminds me of the Echo Maker You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x me What you were wearing and everything you carried are gone. You're been left clothed in a coarse grey shift, barely enough for modesty. Not-Peter shudders. "What are you?" >x shift You can't see any such thing. >tell not-peter about capgras syndrome Not-Peter frowns and presses himself against the prism wall, keeping as far from you as possible. >ask not-peter about himsefl Not-Peter suddenly turns to you, clearly angry. "What have you done with her!" he shouts. "What have you done with Naomi?" >ask not-peter about himself The non-light in the darkness beyond the wall flares and beyond it you can now see -- another prism. Another space defined by three walls, one of which is the wall of your own cell. And in that space -- another you, another Naomi, dressed in a grey shift. And with her, another Peter. Not-Peter spins and stares at the pair, then looks back at you. "Is she the real..." >tell not-peter about nitocris There's another flare and the light expands. Now there are two other prisms. >x prisms There are four - two of Peter, two of you. The newest two can seem to see the older two. They're pounding on the prism walls to no avail. There's another flare of non-light on either side of the prism. The number of others jumps to eight. Your eyes randomly focus on one of the other chambers. Peter smiles. Then he splits into a million shimmering shards. >x peter Not-Peter cannot take his eyes off the other cells. His face is pressed against the wall, his eyes flickering constantly from face to face. The thing illuminating this space breathes outward. Doubling, doubling again -- so sixty-four copies? You glance over. Peter and Naomi are both dead, lying in each other's arms. There are no marks upon them. >x me What you were wearing and everything you carried are gone. You're been left clothed in a coarse grey shift, barely enough for modesty. More non-light, more people ... hundreds... You look to your left. Peter and Naomi are calmly drinking tea. At least you think it's tea. Now Peter is eating his cup. >x peter Not-Peter cannot take his eyes off the other cells. His face is pressed against the wall, his eyes flickering constantly from face to face. Oh god. You somehow now know that there are exactly 1,227 copies around you. But you don't know which of you or Peter is missing a copy. At the edge of your newfound vision, you see another chamber. Peter is laughing. He can't stop laughing. He is gasping for breath, and his lips are turning blue. But the laughter still comes. >* eek That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >laugh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >z Time passes. And now the non-light expands outwards - up and down and you are at the center of a matrix extending infinitely in all directions and all there are are walls and Naomis and Peters. For ever and ever, amen. Faced with the infinite, Not-Peter manages to pull himself away from the prism wall. He turns on you, tears in his eyes. "Which one? Which one is us? The real us?" >me That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >say me (to Not-Peter) Not-Peter drops to his knees and begins to sob. "I can't take it anymore. I can't. I've just -- there's nothing here. Nothing real." As he continues to sob, you notice a strange shimmering along the back of his hands. >x shimmering A strange helix of multicolored strings are attached to Not-Peter at various points - his hands, his elbows, his head. They vanish into the infinite madness of copies above you. The shimmering flares like the non-light and now there are more of them - more threads, pulling upwards towards the ceiling... Oh god. There's something in the ceiling. >x ceiling There is a thing. In the prism. In the ceiling. A spider thing. Eyes and legs and threads of rainbow. And all of them are attached to Not-Peter. Not-Peter turns and the spider-thing turns and he opens his mouth and it opens its mouth and oh god its speaking and and crying in time with him because they're the same thing and god please let none of this be real nothing will ever be real again -- And now you feel a tugging and you raise your hand and see the thread on your own hand and it pulls and it prods and its eyes are looking into your eyes because they're its eyes because you chose to move your hand and your eye and it's not telling you you're telling it and then you pull back and it pulls up and then it's puppets all the way down... [Press any key to continue...]An origami unfolding of your mind along an axis that you always knew was there but did not wish to see. A centipede with a million arms unfolding in all directions. Circles of patterns and routines. Sharp edges of improbability. Jagged lines of perverse action. Outright impossibilities cutting deep, defining a horizon. And then a slowing and a flattening, and there you are, all of you -- all you were and are and could be -- laid out on the grey slab that is the rest of your non-reality. Pinned and flensed and categorized and autopsied before the great mass of eyes and twitching limbs above. And still the thread climbs and your sense of self climbs with it and then they both narrow and expand and soon you are not even you anymore... [Press any key to continue...]The Vaadignephod-continuity was exceptionally clear as to what is to be allowed. The complete possibility space of the intersection of the Naomi-entity and the Peter-entity has been given over to the Weaver-continuity for purposes of experimentation and/or entertainment in exchange for support of material and/or energetic resources within the bound-domicile up to and including quasi-real multi-dimensional manifestations, as well as any necessary calculations performed within the given hypergeometric domain. An equitable and standard enough exchange, like much of existence in the lower dimensions: limited, but full of possibility. The initial state-machine, however, has revealed the full possibility space available utilizing only the entities' immediate physical manifestations to be rather small. It seems there is, in fact, a hard and considerable limit to how much a continuity can achieve with such mere flesh before repetition sets in. Hence the Book. The Book of All Your Days A metaphor, of course. But a useful one. Its pages are theoretically infinite and the permutations of each individual page an orthogonal, additionally endless axis. For reasons that are unclear, there are only three such pages here. (What has happened to the continuity? Where are the others? Who are you? Who am I? Who is asking this?) Above the first of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NOT YET. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of meeting is laid out across the Book's scenery: a domicile of primitive education. Tiny entities scurry in the background from gathering to gathering, futilely attempting to expand their primitive minds. In the foreground is a momentous meeting between two entities as small as the others that crowd the scene. The Naomi-entity seems to be greeting the Peter-entity. The Vaadignephod-continuity (no don't think of it, don't think its name, don't say its...) utilizing a mere four of its myriad and infinite Aspects, had/has/will-have defined a complexly interesting manifold of hypergeometry -- bounded by the Four Fundamental Movements of the Utter North, South, East and West -- which defines the probability-space over which the Weaver-continuity was/has/will-be given dominion. Laid across the top of the book's opened page like a bookmark is a lovely message-thread of your own design. >* ha! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Nitocris of course is maybe part pattern-monster herself That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x em You can't see any such thing. >x me A Weaver of Forms is a fine thing to be -- as beauteous and graceful as one is delicate and fragile. Clever of limbs and eyes and mind so as to encompass a myriad of creative realities. Your fate as part of such a continuity is much to be desired. >* yup That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >i You carry the whole of possibility within your claws. >x possibility You can't see any such thing. >x whole You can't see any such thing. >x book The Book lies beneath your twitching limbs, aching to be changed. Above the first of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NOT YET. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of meeting is laid out across the Book's scenery: a domicile of primitive education. Tiny entities scurry in the background from gathering to gathering, futilely attempting to expand their primitive minds. In the foreground is a momentous meeting between two entities as small as the others that crowd the scene. The Naomi-entity seems to be greeting the Peter-entity. >x bookmark It links this manifold possibility space to those of the rest of the continuity (though why you cannot hear them even now is disturbing). Pulling at it signaled/signals/will signal the rest of the continuity that the book may be closed, for your work/play here is done. >take it Manipulating the thread in a manner it is not intended had/could have/will have...uncomfortable consequences. >turn page The Book does not, of course, turn its pages. They are a metaphor. Yet as a metaphor it does an admirable job, shifting along yet another axis, giving you access to yet another portion of probability. Above the second of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE BECAME. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of a primitive binding ritual is laid out across the Book's scenery: a group of mortal entities gathered against a green background, surrounded by flora of all kinds. Are all of them necessary as a sacrifice? In the foreground stand those that must be bound. They are adolescent, younger than those that surround them. One of the entities is the Naomi-entity. The other is the Peter-entity. >undo The Book of All Your Days [Previous turn undone.] >x naomi That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >x peter That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >turn page The Book does not, of course, turn its pages. They are a metaphor. Yet as a metaphor it does an admirable job, shifting along yet another axis, giving you access to yet another portion of probability. Above the second of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE BECAME. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of a primitive binding ritual is laid out across the Book's scenery: a group of mortal entities gathered against a green background, surrounded by flora of all kinds. Are all of them necessary as a sacrifice? In the foreground stand those that must be bound. They are adolescent, younger than those that surround them. One of the entities is the Naomi-entity. The other is the Peter-entity. >x naomi That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >x gree You can't see any such thing. >x green That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >x lora You can't see any such thing. >x flora That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >turn page Your tarsi ache with anticipation as the next probability-space slides into existence. Above the third of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NO LONGER. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of some sort of parting ritual is laid out across the Book's scenery: a repository for the storage and repair of mortal entities. In the foreground stand those are to be parted. They are adolescent, barely sentient. The Naomi-entity is beginning the ritual. >x naomi That which exists within the book is possibility made manifest. Left in a given state, the entities and their environs define a singular spacetime slice that the rest of the Weaver-continuity may make use of, once they are alerted via the mechanism of the message-thread. >turn page The current Page slips from probable existence and another shifts along the reality axis until it stands before you. Above the first of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NOT YET. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of meeting is laid out across the Book's scenery: a domicile of primitive education. Tiny entities scurry in the background from gathering to gathering, futilely attempting to expand their primitive minds. In the foreground is a momentous meeting between two entities as small as the others that crowd the scene. The Naomi-entity seems to be greeting the Peter-entity. >xl That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take bookmark Manipulating the thread in a manner it is not intended had/could have/will have...uncomfortable consequences. >x book The Book fills all sense within the manifold. Above the first of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NOT YET. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of meeting is laid out across the Book's scenery: a domicile of primitive education. Tiny entities scurry in the background from gathering to gathering, futilely attempting to expand their primitive minds. In the foreground is a momentous meeting between two entities as small as the others that crowd the scene. The Naomi-entity seems to be greeting the Peter-entity. >x bookmark It links this manifold possibility space to those of the rest of the continuity (though why you cannot hear them even now is disturbing). Pulling at it signaled/signals/will signal the rest of the continuity that the book may be closed, for your work/play here is done. >turn page The Book bends to your will once more, slipping easily to the next Page. Above the second of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE BECAME. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of a primitive binding ritual is laid out across the Book's scenery: a group of mortal entities gathered against a green background, surrounded by flora of all kinds. Are all of them necessary as a sacrifice? In the foreground stand those that must be bound. They are adolescent, younger than those that surround them. One of the entities is the Naomi-entity. The other is the Peter-entity. >g The Book bends to your will once more, slipping easily to the next Page. Above the third of the Book's pages float sigils in the Tongue which read WHEN WE WERE NO LONGER. The others await a mere turning away. A tableau of some sort of parting ritual is laid out across the Book's scenery: a repository for the storage and repair of mortal entities. In the foreground stand those are to be parted. They are adolescent, barely sentient. The Naomi-entity is beginning the ritual. >pull bookmark As your claws close along the thread in anticipation of your work's end, a shiver runs along your tarsis' beauteous length. There is something wrong here on a true and fundamental level. There is some form of corruption spreading through the continuity's probability-network. This must be stopped. Immediately. Or aesthetically unpleasing results may occur. You thrust yourself into the threads both here and else where/when. This cannot continue. Something must have fallen in from the Prisms, from somewhere in the lower dimensions. And then something snaps and... Oh god, were you just a spider...? And then you're falling again and the universe folds itself flat... [Press any key to continue...]You press a key and the next wall of text scrolls to the top of the screen. Dear god, but this part's overblown, isn't it? And was there really any point to all the combinatorial complexity? Any really difference between the various states? It had some interesting language, you suppose, but the sheer amount of work that went into it didn't really amount to much, did it? Obfuscation's not the same thing as depth, you think, pressing another key. Oh well, perhaps the next room will be more interesting... [Press any key to continue...]And the threads continue, outward again, encompassing the shiny black beetle-creatures who are humanity's inheritors and the strange conical beings who are in turn possessed by a different alien intelligence to the polyps and shoggoths who would eventually devour them all. And so the universe collapses along endless strings connecting puppets who think they are puppeteers whose puppeteers are puppets of puppets. All dancing to the same cacophonous tune. All of their strings pulled to a center where the threads roil in a blind, idiot flailing that calls itself... Oh. Oh. It seems the abyss is looking back. WE ARE COMING. AND WE ARE LEGION. [Press any key to continue...]WE ARE LEGION. WE ARE. WE. I. I am. I am...? You. You are. You are lying in the middle of the shack and your head hurts and your back aches and... Why? There was...what. A figure? There was someone here. There was definitely someone here. Wasn't there? Inside the Shack (Daniel Ravipinto) The shadows pool in strange shapes along the earthen floor of the shack, the only light coming from the cracks in the surprisingly high ceiling and through the opened door. Piles of accumulated junk that Peter's family must have stored here over the decades lie against the inner walls, which have turned grey with either dust or the mere passage of time. Embedded in the shack's far wall are a thousand tiny shards, the remnants of the strange chime. There is nothing here, it seems, but a photograph upon the floor. >* Ha! Good callback and reconfiguration of the Great Race That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x chime It's definitely the remains of the strange chime, shattered into a thousand pieces and somehow embedded in the wall of the shack. The symbols you saw on its surface are gone, as is the greenish tinge. Instead, there's a red glow embedded in the pieces' metallic surface, like rivers of blood. >x glow You can't see any such thing. >x photograph Which do you mean, the photograph of a memory, photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew) or the a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew)? >memory It's an old black and white photograph, with a silvery sheen that indicates that perhaps it was taken in the the early 1900s. It depicts the antiseptic white of a hospital room. In the hall outside are the blurred figures of doctors and nurses. You and Peter are in the foreground. A face you recognize as your own smiles wanly from under the covers of a bed. Peter is holding your hand. You and Peter are sitting on a sofa, as far from each other as possible. You're both so young - barely out of your teens. This is from the day you died. It was something called Apentrylic Syndrome - a metabolic disorder carried in a recessive gene. There was no known cure. Not even any known treatment. And poor Peter had to watch it eat away at you. You were children for god's sake, barely married a few months when the first symptoms appeared. And the hospitals you found yourself in so very often were such cold and awful places. This is impossible. There's no way this happened. There's no way it could have happened. And yet -- you remember. You remember it as certainly as you remember anything else in your life. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >* You're telling me, Dr. Peanut You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* I think this must be the memory That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* So it's all over but the screaming That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Maybe we'll just briefly geet the book this time That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >* This gives an alternate explanation than Nitocris just having a bunch of cover identieis, by the way You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* We're at a nexus between various realities, in most of which Naomi is just Naomii You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* And we're an outlier ready to take over the whole... That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Inside the Shack (Daniel Ravipinto) The shadows pool in strange shapes along the earthen floor of the shack, the only light coming from the cracks in the surprisingly high ceiling and through the opened door. Piles of accumulated junk that Peter's family must have stored here over the decades lie against the inner walls, which have turned grey with either dust or the mere passage of time. Embedded in the shack's far wall are a thousand tiny shards, the remnants of the strange chime. There is nothing here, it seems, but a photograph upon the floor. >take photo (the photograph of a memory) You're carrying too many things already. >put all in nilla (the box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)) mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. cardboard box (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. dark grey whetstone (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. secret menu (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. rusty meat cleaver (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. book list (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. teapot (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. > take memor You can't see any such thing. > take memory Taken. >out Shack Exterior (Michael Lin) A clearing, outside a wooden shack. A clockwork doll sits here, utterly incongruous at the edge of the woods. The woods are to the northwest, while that godforsaken town is to the southeast. >se Outside the Library (Gavin Inglis) A short street terminates here. To the south it opens into the town square. To the east, a few worn steps rise to the entrance of the public library, and to the west you can see a real estate office. A gloomy path leads northwest, towards the woods. You can see a notice board here. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Blue Line -- Library Square. >save Ok. >e Backwater Public Library (Carl Muckenhoupt) This is unusually spacious for a small-town library. You think you remember something about it being a national historical site? That would explain the decor, at least. It's half rustic colonial, half modern budget-strapped public service, with a meager collection of creaky shelves standing in the middle of an old plank floor. A small display case stands prominently near the entrance, and some weird chairs are scattered around for the comfort of the patrons, none of whom are here at the moment. The sole exit is back to the west. On the cart are De Zeven Testamenten van de Krijsende Zeeworm (smelling faintly of mildew), a pink-bound book (smelling faintly of mildew), a 'Pataphysical Approaches to Quantum Superfluids (smelling faintly of mildew), The Seven Gaunts (smelling faintly of mildew), Legends of Lake Champlain and the Hudson River Valley (smelling faintly of mildew), Buried Tales of Old Vermont (smelling faintly of mildew), The Lives of the Roman Emperors (smelling faintly of mildew), an old paperback book (smelling faintly of mildew), a book New England and the Bavarian Illuminati (smelling faintly of mildew), Tolerating An Asinine God, Twin Hearts Between the Planes, The Dollmaker's Journal and a shabby journal. A librarian stands behind a counter. >put personalities on cart (first taking Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew)) The librarian indignantly picks Backwater Personalities (1915-1925 edition) (smelling faintly of mildew) off the cart, then notices the library insignia. Klonk-klonk. Dr. Peanut peeks up over the edge of your cardigan pocket and looks around with interest. >x book list ATTENTION PETER CRAGNE This is your notification that your status with the Backwater Public Library is DELINQUENT due to NON-RETURNAL. You are NOT PERMITTED to check out books or to access special library materials until your status is cleared. To clear your status, you must return ALL books you currently have checked out: To Have, and To Have Knots: An Illustrated Guide A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions Life Beneath Nightmares The librarian looks at you. >put knots on cart You can't see any such thing. >take knots You can't see any such thing. >open book pocket You open the book pocket, revealing a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew), a pocket-sized notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), a small blue journal (which you know is a journal because it says "Mein Journal" on the front) (smelling faintly of mildew), The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three (smelling faintly of mildew), a tiny leather journal (smelling faintly of mildew), a moldy, waterlogged journal (smelling faintly of mildew), an old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew), a faded delivery note (smelling faintly of mildew), Between God and Madness, by Hiram Strangecraft (smelling faintly of mildew), Reading the Sky, by Roberto Vasquez (smelling faintly of mildew), Tatooine 1: Anchorhead (smelling faintly of mildew), a soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew), the diary of Phyllis Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew), a postcard of Big Ben (smelling faintly of mildew), In Defense of Reason, by Scott Andersen (smelling faintly of mildew), Hyper-Gastronomy, Exactness, and String Theory: a Theoretical Subdiscipline of Cooking and Baking by Chef Wheldrake (smelling faintly of mildew) and A Culinary Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region by S. Jarret Zornwharf (smelling faintly of mildew). >take knots Taken. >take nightmares Taken. >take taxonomy Taken. >put knots on cart The librarian indignantly picks a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew) off the cart, then notices the library insignia. Klonk-klonk. The librarian catches your eye and points at the bookshelves. >x bookshelves The books don't seem to be in any particular order. You can browse if you like, but good luck finding anything specific. >browse bookshelves Browsing, you discover a bound collection of tabloid front pages. It doesn't seem at all relevant to your situation, so you put it back where it was. You hear a tiny snore from the pocket of your cardigan. >g You take from the shelf a self-published volume of mawkish poetry. You don't see how this is going to help you find Peter, so you return it to its place. >put doctor on cart The librarian indignantly picks Dr. Peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) off the cart and returns him to you. >* ha! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >put knightmares on cart You can't see any such thing. >put nightmares on cart The librarian indignantly picks Life Beneath Nightmares (smelling faintly of mildew) off the cart, then notices the library insignia. Klonk-klonk. The librarian disappears between the shelves for a bit, then returns. >put taxonomy on cart The librarian indignantly picks A Rudimentary Taxonomy of Known Scent and Grotesque Reactions (smelling faintly of mildew) off the cart, then notices the library insignia. Klonk-klonk. The librarian puts it on the cart, then points at various features of the library, waves her hands, and shrugs. The librarian seems to want you to do something. >x book cart You can't see any such thing. >x book list ATTENTION PETER CRAGNE This is to notify you that you are once again in GOOD STANDING with the Backwater Public Library, and may avail yourself of all the library's services, including book removal. That's definitely not what it said before. Something weird is going on, but at least it's an improvement. Dr. Peanut basks in the glory of scientific discovery, and gives his peanut a satisfied pat. The librarian points at the shelves in general, as if to indicate the vast choice of reading matter available to you. >x tome Which do you mean, a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew), the pink-bound book (smelling faintly of mildew), the shabby journal, De Vermibus Laceris or the soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew)? >de A massive tome, with ragged pages bound in badly-decayed black leather, laid open on a stand. The librarian waits for you to show some indication of what you want. >take it The display case isn't open. The librarian fetches a treatise on 18th-century agricultural techniques from the shelves and points at it, looking for a reaction. >open case It seems to be locked. The librarian notices your interest in the display case. She pauses for a moment to consider, then shrugs, comes over, and unlocks it for you. >* yay! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >open case That's already open. >take tome Which do you mean, a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew), the pink-bound book (smelling faintly of mildew), the shabby journal, De Vermibus Laceris or the soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew)? >de Taken. Dr. Peanut finds a sunflower seed and stores it in his face for later perusal. >read it Now you can flick through the yellowing pages of the grimoire, you learn that to open a way to your lost husband, you must: blow the horn of the black goat, while the stars are reflecting upon the grimoire, with the stars falling under his true star sign, and his most treasured memento, and a divine pustule, placed in a chalk circle beneath the raised grimoire. Only then will the way open. The librarian fusses about behind the counter. >* Still need that horn but other than that good to go! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >i You are carrying: De Vermibus Laceris a photograph of a memory the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipped newspaper article (smelling faintly of mildew) the slithering vomit bladder of Katallakh (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver mirror (smelling faintly of mildew) a yellow sticky-note (smelling faintly of mildew) a pointer thingy (extended) (smelling faintly of mildew) a bag of peanut (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) an old iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ancient key (smelling faintly of mildew) Jessenia's receipt (smelling faintly of mildew) a slimy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a white key (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a creased square of paper (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) sketches of your face (smelling faintly of mildew) photos of you (smelling faintly of mildew) a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew) a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew) a library note (smelling faintly of mildew) a pile of underwear (smelling faintly of mildew) a pile of pants (smelling faintly of mildew) a pile of shirts (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty meat cleaver (smelling faintly of mildew) a secret menu (smelling faintly of mildew) a dark grey whetstone (smelling faintly of mildew) a cardboard box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a tarnished brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a folded up note (smelling faintly of mildew) a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew) Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew) an ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a pair of stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew) a newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew) an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew) a spray bottle of fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew) Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of vials (smelling faintly of mildew) a vial of cedarwood extract a vial of frankincense a vial of tuberose extract a vial of geosmin a vial of musk a spray decant vial a vial of vanilla extract an unmarked clear vial an unmarked teal vial an unmarked pale blue vial a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a vial of rose extract (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of leather boots a tiny brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a Cyst (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew) a brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) a Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a hidden pocket (open but empty) a key pocket (open but empty) a book pocket (open) a pocket-sized notebook (smelling faintly of mildew) a small blue journal (which you know is a journal because it says "Mein Journal" on the front) (smelling faintly of mildew) The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three (smelling faintly of mildew) a tiny leather journal (smelling faintly of mildew) a moldy, waterlogged journal (smelling faintly of mildew) an old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew) a faded delivery note (smelling faintly of mildew) Between God and Madness, by Hiram Strangecraft (smelling faintly of mildew) Reading the Sky, by Roberto Vasquez (smelling faintly of mildew) Tatooine 1: Anchorhead (smelling faintly of mildew) a soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew) the diary of Phyllis Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew) a postcard of Big Ben (smelling faintly of mildew) In Defense of Reason, by Scott Andersen (smelling faintly of mildew) Hyper-Gastronomy, Exactness, and String Theory: a Theoretical Subdiscipline of Cooking and Baking by Chef Wheldrake (smelling faintly of mildew) A Culinary Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region by S. Jarret Zornwharf (smelling faintly of mildew) a side pocket (closed) a trash pocket (closed) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a sharp machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew) some rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew) a cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew) an enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew) a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >save Ok. >