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 >* OK, I think the crypt is the next stops You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l Wine Cellar (Nathaniel Edwards) You feel cool air swirling around you as you stand in the manor's wine cellar. Stone floors, stone walls, and dim lighting keep the household's dwindling wine collection fresh and oaky. A large wooden wine rack covers one entire wall of the room, but with only a few bottles left on it. You can see a door to the west Another exit leads east. You count four bottles of wine lingering on the wine rack. Each bottle has a different name, all either Italian or faux Italian: the Piccoli Uomini Blu, the Prurito Notturno, the Lettera Segreta and the Isole Perdute. You can see a wine cask here. >e 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. >u 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. >e 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. >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. >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. >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. >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. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Purple Line -- Cragne Manor. >ne Cragne Family Plot (Mark Britton) A cramped and neglected place on unwholesome yellow soil. Over the years the gravestones have shifted like teeth in an overcrowded mouth, collapsing one atop the other. Crabgrass pokes up limply between them, urine-yellow and parched-looking. The earth mounds up around the shabby crypt, as if it's sunk over the years into the Vermont topsoil. You wonder who would want to be buried here--and who would willingly consign their ancestors to this brutal place. Perhaps that's why it's been so neglected. Four squat columbariums stand north, east, south, and west of here. A winding and uncertain path leads southwest. By stepping over collapsed gravestones and bleached obelisks you can go northwest. Carefully. You could also enter the crypt from here, if you were able to open it. Three graves nearby draw your eye. One headstone teeters drunkenly, half overrun by lichen. One headstone has collapsed entirely. An adjacent plot stands open, overlooked by a blank headstone. The grave within is flooded almost to the top with bubbling rainwater. >unlock crypt with white Which do you mean, the white key (smelling faintly of mildew), the piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) or the pocket-sized notebook (smelling faintly of mildew)? >key You unlock the crypt door. >in (first opening the crypt door) Family Crypt (Justin Melvin) You are in a long-neglected, dusty, and surprisingly cold crypt, about the size of a garage. The walls are covered with a dark mold creeping from the floor, and the whole place smells unsettlingly like cured meat and leather. There are numerous plaques on the floor, and it is difficult to navigate the room without stepping on one of them. Your eyes are drawn to the only other object in the room: a large ornately decorated stone coffin. The only exit is the door you came in through leading back outside. >* Justin Melvin is another personage of mystery! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* I mean he has two first names, beat that You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x me As good-looking as ever. You bear the trauma of a woman who has been eye to eye with an eburnean pond kraken. >* mold, ugh You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >smell You smell nothing unexpected. >* that bad, huh? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x walls You can't see any such thing. >x mold Eww. Gross. You don't even want to think about it. >take it You can't see 'it' (nothing) at the moment. >take mold Eww. Gross. You don't even want to think about it. >l Family Crypt (Justin Melvin) You are in a long-neglected, dusty, and surprisingly cold crypt, about the size of a garage. The walls are covered with a dark mold creeping from the floor, and the whole place smells unsettlingly like cured meat and leather. There are numerous plaques on the floor, and it is difficult to navigate the room without stepping on one of them. Your eyes are drawn to the only other object in the room: a large ornately decorated stone coffin. The only exit is the door you came in through leading back outside. >x plaques You can't see any such thing. >x plaque You can't see any such thing. >x plaque You can't see any such thing. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x floor You can't see any such thing. >* huh! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >pull string The doll intones: "Flee the thing that isn't here!" >g The doll intones: "Beware the thing that isn't here!" >g The doll intones: "Guard against the thing that isn't here!" >g The doll intones: "Avoid the portent of the crypt door! A door represents passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Beware the heavy stone lid! Stone indicates that which is older than human history!" >g The doll intones: "Beware the risk of the crypt door! A door signifies passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Shun the portent of the crypt door! A door means passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Guard against the hazard of the heavy stone lid! Stone symbolises that which is older than human history! Stone suggests that which is older than human history!" >g The doll intones: "Avoid the heavy stone lid! Stone bespeaks that which is older than human history!" >g The doll intones: "Shun the crypt door! A door indicates passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Shun the crypt door! A door signifies passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Shun the peril of the crypt door! A door means passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Avoid the plague of the crypt door! A door symbolises passage out of life!" >g The doll intones: "Flee the peril of the thing that isn't here!" >* OK, guess no plaques You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x coffin A large, gray stone coffin with a heavy-looking lid. It is carved with an intricate pattern of swirling lines, none of them intersecting at right angles. There is an inscription on the side. >x pattern You can't see any such thing. >x inscription Which do you mean, the inscription, the inscription on the silver teapot or the watch inscription? >read coffin A large, gray stone coffin with a heavy-looking lid. It is carved with an intricate pattern of swirling lines, none of them intersecting at right angles. There is an inscription on the side. >read inscription Which do you mean, the inscription, the inscription on the silver teapot or the watch inscription? >read teapot It's a silver teapot tarnished brown on the spout and sides. Through the tarnish you can read the engraving, "Jane Cragne, RMS Queen Mary, 2 Oct 1942." A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >put teapot in side pocket You put the teapot (smelling faintly of mildew) into the side pocket. >put watch in side pocket You put the familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew) into the side pocket. >close side pocket You close the side pocket. >* OK let's not forget things in there this time! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >read inscription In the dim light, it is difficult to make out the faded lettering, but you can see "HAR?AWELL CRAG?E, Icterine Al?erman of the Va?ieg?ted Cou?t." It's uncle Harvawell! You didn't know him personally very well, but he was a local celebrity - he was a lead newscaster for one of the local TV stations. He passed away about five or six years ago. You aren't sure exactly what he died of, and you missed his funeral. You feel a knot in your stomach. This wasn't really the way you wanted to get close to him. >* Aww, Uncle Harv You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* He kept a much higher profile than your average Cragne That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* "Icterine" is like yellowish That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* well, we have a name and position, but not a familiar, so... You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >open coffin For some reason, you feel compelled to open the coffin. Your heart races. Why would you do that? Why do you want to disturb the departed? You don't like this urge and try to ignore it. >* haha, good joke Nitocris~ You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >open lid (first taking the ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew)) That's already open. >push lid (the heavy stone lid) It is fixed in place. >open coffin You feel your hands being drawn to the lid of the coffin. You feel blood pulsing in your neck and ears. Your breathing becomes shallow, and you start to panic. Why are you trying to open this coffin? What kind of a person are you? >* An immortal ghoul-queen? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >open coffin You are really starting to lose it. This isn't your body anymore. You are losing control of your hands and arms, as you feel yourself hefting the massive lid above the coffin. You feel the ache of your arms and back as you struggle to push it out of the way, all the time feeling like a stranger in your body, watching and feeling someone else's actions. You don't want to look down - you don't want to look down - you look down inside the coffin, sweating. You see a skull, but not the rest of Uncle Harvawell's body, along with a mummified rodent (a weasel, maybe?). >* Oh hey, just like we used to do You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x skull You don't know why you opened the coffin to find this skull, but here it is. You can see Uncle Harvawell's broad jawline and high cheekbones on the skull - it really does look just like him. You remember him smiling from the 6pm news, and you shudder as you look at him in his terminal location, wondering what questions you would ask him. This scene is his final, interred view. In Uncle Harvawell's skull is a long wooden key. >* oh, nice! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x wooden key (the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)) This splintery wooden key looks like it's ready to fall apart at any moment. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x long wooden A long wooden key. >take it Taken. >* huh, this could fit a lot of things You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >take skull The thought of actually picking up poor Uncle Harvawell's skull is more than you could bear. 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. >* aww, I was gonna do the Hamlet thing You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x weasel You have no idea what happened to the rest of Uncle Harvawell, and you really have no idea why there is a mummified weasel with large yellow teeth next to his head. >* yes I do! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take weasel What a revolting idea. >rub it You rub the mummified weasel. >* there we go! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form -- weird, they've entirely dissipated. 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. >out Cragne Family Plot (Mark Britton) A cramped and neglected place on unwholesome yellow soil. Over the years the gravestones have shifted like teeth in an overcrowded mouth, collapsing one atop the other. Crabgrass pokes up limply between them, urine-yellow and parched-looking. The earth mounds up around the shabby crypt, as if it's sunk over the years into the Vermont topsoil. You wonder who would want to be buried here--and who would willingly consign their ancestors to this brutal place. Perhaps that's why it's been so neglected. Four squat columbariums stand north, east, south, and west of here. A winding and uncertain path leads southwest. By stepping over collapsed gravestones and bleached obelisks you can go northwest. Carefully. You could also enter the crypt from here, if you were able to open it. Three graves nearby draw your eye. One headstone teeters drunkenly, half overrun by lichen. One headstone has collapsed entirely. An adjacent plot stands open, overlooked by a blank headstone. The grave within is flooded almost to the top with bubbling rainwater. >save Ok. >* OK, time to trawl for locked doors I think You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* maybe the shack? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >sw 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 phantom 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. >w 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. An ethereal 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. >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 degraded 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. >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. >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 mistlike trolley stop sign reads Blue Line -- Library Square. >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. >unlock door What do you want to unlock the Shack Door with? >long wooden key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >* ah well That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >s You can't go that way. >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. An ethereal trolley stop sign reads Blue Line -- Library Square. >s 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. >w Church Exterior (Andy Holloway) The gravel road curves here past the doors of an old stone church, which squats defeatedly amid a few straggly trees. Behind it, to the northeast, you can see the first few stones of a modest graveyard. To the east the road narrows to cross a small bridge into the village proper; to the north, it crests the hill toward the train station. An insubstantial trolley stop sign reads Gold Line -- Church. >unlock door with long wooden key You unlock the church doors. >* boom! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >in (first opening the church doors) Your reading glasses frost over at the edges. You feel a sharp pain from the cold spot on your shoulder, and feel like there's a library book you--or Emmett, perhaps--hasn't read yet from this location. Church Lobby-Space (Hanon Ondricek) This shallow space extends the width of the church. What do you call this? The church-lobby? Surely there's a better name for it... Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming. You'd guess renovations happened mid-1980s--the color scheme is that sponge-painted beigy-peach which goes great with industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles. A stamped powder-blue accent border provides a homey feel for church-lady potlucks. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Also good to note: two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. Now's probably a good time to go--this place is quite a bit tidier than many of the locations you've visited, and who knows when you might next encounter a clean bathroom that isn't filled with skeletons, or making scary noises, or holding a contraption that dispenses a key, or a portal to a pocket dimension full of snakes with baby-faces or something worse... A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You know, you could use a quick restroom break about now. >* Boom, it's Hanon's place! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* Also I think this would be the atrium, or possibly part of the nave You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* Or if we're very lucky, the narthex... You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* Also this is how the glasses work, huh? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* Also that litany of potential bad things in restrooms doesn't even come close to the horror That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Can I also say, I was raised Catholic, so this description of a church seems weird to me You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l Church Lobby-Space (Hanon Ondricek) This shallow space extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. That restroom looks rather safe--might as well make use of the facilities while you're here, for good measure. >* I get it, I get it You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x linoleum The floor expands underneath; a bewildering checkerboard of pale green and white linoleum tiles. >* Having just read Hanon's post about putting in like one scenery detail, I see what he's doing here You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x border An endless repeating design of blue-stamped geese that alternately honk "Welcome" and "Jesus Saves" runs around the room at belly-button height. You don't know when you're going to be trapped again. Probably a good idea to hit the restroom real quick while you're here. >* Christ That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x photos Black and white photos of generations of religious folk and church social gatherings. Included are four or five class photos of students in tweed blazers, pressed slacks, and plaid skirts. The newest is inscribed 1978. A yellowed newspaper article in a more modern frame catches your attention. >x class photos I only understood you as far as wanting to examine student faces. >x student faces Vague monochrome faces with feathered hair. Curious... One specific student's face is obscured with red wax...or--scribbled red lipstick? You do kind of need to pee. Fortunate you spotted that restroom. >x student Vague monochrome faces with feathered hair. Curious... One specific student's face is obscured with red wax...or--scribbled red lipstick? >x lipstick Vague monochrome faces with feathered hair. Curious... One specific student's face is obscured with red wax...or--scribbled red lipstick? You know, you could use a quick restroom break about now. >take it That seems to be a part of the photo arrangement. >rub it You only succeed in smearing the lipstick a little more. >clean it You only succeed in smearing the lipstick a little more. That restroom looks rather safe--might as well make use of the facilities while you're here, for good measure. >put vinegar on lipstick Putting things on student faces would achieve nothing. You don't know when you're going to be trapped again. Probably a good idea to hit the restroom real quick while you're here. >* aww c'mon That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x 1978 You can't see any such thing. >x 1978 photo You can't use multiple objects with that verb. >x article (the charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew)) You aren't sure how you'd missed the handwritten bit about the "Sigils of Jni'pld'na" and "Circle of Ryn'vhhd'r" when you looked through the clippings before, but it just goes to show how even the best investigative journalists sometimes make mistakes. >x yellowed newspaper (the yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew)) The paper is dated, July 26, 1970. The headline reads "Fulvous Alderman of the Variegated Court Found Dead." Below the headline is a photo of someone you assume is Fulvous dressed in all black with black tie and black top hat. He is standing in front of an old church and strangely enough, there's a duck at his feet, almost posing. The article reads, "Fulvous Alderman of the Variegated Court was found dead yesterday. His body was found by an unnamed man who was exploring a remote area when he came across an abandoned white house. When the young man entered through a back window to explore the home, he found the body of Fulvous in the attic. He was slumped over a table with what appears to be a ceremonial dagger in his back. Other than the knife and some dull orange duck feathers scattered around the room, no other clues were found regarding the culprit or the motive." A faint smell of mildew emanates from them. >* this is an old one That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Also it seems to think the guy's name was "Fulvous"? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x yellowed newspaper article (the framed newspaper article) From the Backwater Gazette, March 8, 1984. The faded print is hard to read, but the article details the Backwater Historical Society renovation of the narthex of the church after a fire five years prior. School, library, and gymnasium incinerated to the dirt foundation in an unexplainable inferno during the 1979 Maple Harvest Dance... 166 students, faculty, and neighbors tragically lost...no remains identifiable... The church itself suffered only minor damage in what surviving parishoners describe as a "divine miracle"... >* phew That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Narthex! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Oh man I was sincerely hoping we'd get a narthex That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x narthex You can't see any such thing. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form horizontal bands. 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. >* Yup, gotta go in You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. It appears someone has discarded a tube of lipstick on the sink. >* No author? But still Hanon's, surely You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x mirror It's you, Naomi Cragne, staring back from the mirror. Good-looking as ever, if maybe a bit frazzled from recent events. Right then. You look focused, confident; your lips are a bit pale, but what can you do? >x me You stop and take stock: yes, you are still Naomi Cragne despite everything that has happened and who you may or may not have been up to this point. Your husband needs you to help him, and you are bound and determined to do exactly that, no matter what horrors lie in wait for you going forward. You are wearing a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew), a battered yellow JogMaster, a label (smelling faintly of mildew), a calfskin coat, a trolley pass and Ed's coveralls. You are also lugging around a whole lot of stuff. >* oh, nice adaption of our description You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* and yes That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. It appears someone has discarded a tube of lipstick on the sink. >x door The flimsy stall partitions afford a modicum of privacy in a public restroom--you can't see over or under them. >open it You open the bathroom stall, revealing no one. >* not even a horse? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x lipstick The lipstick is practically new and appears to never have been used. Score. The label names it "Saucy Siren"--which of course is a dark shade of red. >take it You're carrying too many things already. >i You are carrying: a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a frosty blue key an intricately folded origami key a silver and ivory key a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) 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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) a pair of leather boots >put long wooden key in key jar You put the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) into the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew). >put rug in junk pocket Which do you mean, the mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew) or the filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)? >both mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. >wear leaf You put on the giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew). >take lipstick Taken. >wear it You meticulously apply the lipstick mph...mpoph... You should check it out in the mirror to make sure you didn't get any on your teeth. >x mirror Mmm, luscious red lips--ones that total fox Brandon Cragne might want to kiss...that is, if she played her cards right. Otherwise, the same mousy brown hair pulled back in clips, the same lame grey tweed school uniform. The same pallid complexion. Heavy sigh. >* Uh oh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Girl's Room The girl's restroom by the chapel was Jessica's main respite while at school, being a good detour away the main facility in the school hallway. Often she was able to get several minutes to herself away from the other spazz-girls in her class. There was only one way out through the door back to the Chapel hallway. >x me Jessica experienced an odd moment of disorienting deja-vu where she didn't feel quite herself, but it passed quickly. >i She was carrying: her school uniform (being worn) some overdue library books her sister's lipstick >x books Books from the school library. The stamped cards in the folders glued inside the cover said they were due on 1979 03 16 FRI, so she needed to return them ASAP. Mrs. Bowler, the librarian, usually didn't mind letting her slide a couple of days, but... The covers both had stickers on them identifying them as school property. >* Right after the ideas That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >read books She had read them through already. Proper Etiquette for Young Ladies (and Gentlemen!) had absolutely no dating advice. Practical Handbook of Love Spells for Everyone seemed a bit more promising, but she didn't have all the colors of candles for the spell she wanted to use on Brandon Cragne. >x lipstick She swiped her sister's new lipstick--just to try out. Of course she was going to give it back. >wear it She had plenty of it on already. If she flattened it, her sister would freak out. >x mirror The person in the mirror was definitely not her. She was at least as old as her mom, staring blankly, occasionally opening and closing her lips as if in a trance. She appeared to be wearing some red lipstick in the exact same color as hers, a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew), a battered yellow JogMaster, a label (smelling faintly of mildew), a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew), a calfskin coat, a trolley pass and Ed's coveralls. >l Girl's Room The girl's restroom by the chapel was Jessica's main respite while at school, being a good detour away the main facility in the school hallway. Often she was able to get several minutes to herself away from the other spazz-girls in her class. There was only one way out through the door back to the Chapel hallway. >* This is going to end well That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Anyone who doesn't want to be on fire in ten minutes should probably make their orderly way out the door That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >out As she turned to leave, the door creaked open. In walked The Plains--the three most devout girls in school. "Thelma, didn't you tell me that this bathroom usually is deserted around lunchtime?" grumped Dawn. "Well, it was yesterday. Don't worry, we won't be long, Jezebel," the biggest Plain sneered. "Oh, Thelma, don't be so mean to her! Her name is Jessica. It is Jessica, right?" She could tell Meredith really didn't care since she was already checking her hair ribbon for right-angle-alignment in the bathroom mirror. The Plains were worshipped and feared--they were the eyes and ears of the Sisters in every corner of the school and involved themselves in everyone else's business. >* Wait, is this a Catholic school/church? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x meredith Meredith Mulroney, the plainest of the Plains. Studious. Put-together. Perfect white ribbon pulling back her straight, perfectly chestnut brown hair. Her blouse extra ruffly at the throat. Her grey-on-grey plaid skirt never less than three inches below her grey-socked knees. This girl was a total flat pan of warm milk. >x thelma Thelma Groffley. Varsity Basketball, color team, volleyball, gymnastics and ROTC. She wore sweats under her skirt every day and one long strawberry-blond braid to her waist tied with a stupid white and gold bow. In eighth grade Thelma won a ten dollar bet that she couldn't pop a kickball by compressing it between her very sturdy thighs. >x dawn Dawn Whitford, photographic memory, never forgets like an elephant. Has daily, since kindergarten, sported anywhere from two to five useless straight, skinny pigtails anchored on her head with those big clear glass beads and tiny gold spectacles like she's the cousin of both Mother Goose and Mrs. Claus. She was Sister Mary Marcia's favorite and thus was able to wield the old nun like an attack dog on call. >* hah! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >dawn, hello Jessica had recently started hearing voices in her head and had grown accustomed to supressing and ignoring what they said. Right now she just needed to be away from people. >exit Jessica moved to exit, but Thelma wouldn't move away from the bathroom door. "That's some awfully bright red lipstick you have on, Jezebel. You know red is Jesus's least favorite color." Meredith turned, "Oh, cut her some slack, Thel. It looks like someone is trying to learn how to pretty herself up for the Maple Harvest dance!" she chirped. Dawn blew her nose with some toilet paper from the stall and tossed it away. "Well, Jessica probably should be aware that the Maple Harvest dance is a formal occasion and not a Halloween party, so she ought to dial back on the clown paint." "Or a Mary Magdalene look-alike contest, neither," added Thelma. "So," Meredith continued, applying her own lip-shade that was exactly the same color as her lips and had no noticeable effect, "Jessica, does this mean you've found a special someone who will be accompanying you to the biggest school event of the year?" shut up!!! Please answer yes or no.> yes That was none of Meredith Mulroney's beezwax. "No, I haven't," Jessica replied. "Oh, that's so sad!" Meredith wailed. "Your senior year, too! Hold on, wait a minute. I know someone who is more than likely free and isn't going...what about...Brandon Cragne?" "Brandon Cragne? He plays Dungeons and Dragons," Dawn slurped, articulating through her retainer. "You know, Satan's boardgame?" The two demi-Plains parted at the clacking of orthopedic shoes in the hallway, and suddenly the door was blockaded with Sister Mary Marcia's imposing frame. "What in blazes is going on in here? This restroom is too small for all four of you at once." "Good morning, Sister Mary Marcia," Dawn wheedled. "We were just pointing out to our classmate here that the vividness of her cosmetic selections violate the parameters of standard school dress code policy." The nun sucked a breath between her teeth, "Jessica. You are too young to be wearing makeup, much less that shade of red. That lipstick is for protestant girls!" Sister Marcia held out her hand. "Are you trying to give the boys the wrong idea? If not, you'd better hand over that lipstick." >* LOL I'm guessing Hanon is actually Catholic from the lack of capitalization on Protestant That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >run You'll have to say which compass direction to go in. >out >but it belongs to my sister "This Sister says give me that lipstick," replied Sister Mary Marcia. >eat lipstick >my sister will kill me if she doesn't get this back "Hand it over," snapped the nun. >look behind you a three headed monkey She couldn't see any such thing. >flee That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >e >but, Sister Mary Marcia... "I don't want to hear any backsass, girl," insisted Sister, growing seemingly more impatient. >wheedle That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >cry That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >moan That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >bveg That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >beg That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >sigh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >give lipstick Whom do you want to give her sister's lipstick to? >myself >but it belongs to my sister "You can have it back at the end of the year," snapped Sister Mary Marcia. >give lipstick to sister Jessica relinquished the forbidden devil's paint. Sister Mary Marcia plucked a rough brown paper towel from the dispenser and licked it. "You've still got some on your mouth. That will have to come off. Hold still..." the nun grabbed her face and began scrubbing, much to the amusement of the Plains. Aaaaaaghh! Stop it! STOP IT! >take off lipstick You wipe all the red off of your lips, expecting your hands to come away covered in it--but there is no trace of the lipstick on your hands. You check the mirror--none on your face either. >* Ho hum, that was weird but I'm sure there won't be follow up You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. From this angle in the mirror, you spy a pair of red shoes under the stall door. >x shoes (the mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew)) A brown leather boot like the first, but without the mud. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x red shoes There are definitely some shoes in the bathroom stall, right where they would be if someone were sitting on the--but you don't hear anyone...breathing...or otherwise... >open door You open the bathroom stall, revealing some red high heel shoes and no one. >x red shoes These are some vintage kicks--but red leather pumps never go out of style. Someone must be bummed about forgetting these. >wear them (first taking the red high heel shoes) You slip off your sensible running shoes and insert your toes into the shiny pumps. They are a little tight and your heel won't go in...unless you exert some force. Thunk. Thunk. Woo! They fit perfectly. She pulled the pin from her hair and let it tumble loosely around her shoulders, shaking it out to complete the glamorous tall-model look. >x me If only she could be someone else for a while! >i She was carrying: some red high heel shoes (being worn) her school uniform (being worn) some overdue library books >x uniform Tweed blazer, very hot, crisp white or off-white blouse buttoned all the way up, flat shoes--at least they were comfortable. Plaid skirt below the knee--no skin above the knee socks. Love you, Jesus, but who would ever think this type of getup was a stylish thing for young girls to wear? In addition, the Backwater Devotional Sisters of Mary Catholic High School colors were gray and light gray. My life is a black and white movie. Sigh. >x books Books from the school library. The stamped cards in the folders glued inside the cover said they were due on 1979 03 16 FRI, so she needed to return them ASAP. Mrs. Bowler, the librarian, usually didn't mind letting her slide a couple of days, but... The covers both had stickers on them identifying them as school property. >l Girl's Room The girl's restroom by the chapel was Jessica's main respite while at school, being a good detour away the main facility in the school hallway. Often she was able to get several minutes to herself away from the other spazz-girls in her class. There was only one way out through the door back to the Chapel hallway. >x mirror The woman held her gaze and wrote letters with a lipstick on the glass: B...A...A...V--what? >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >out Of course, the door banged open and Dawn Whitford peered around it, "Está ocupado, Meredith!" Dawn flapped the rest of the way in with a clipboard, "Jessica, I took the initiative to add your name to the Harvest Dance cleanup crew, since you more than likely aren't going to be attending with all the normal people." Meredith flitted to the mirror, and Thelma skulked in behind her, guarding the door like usual. "...That way, you can at least come in the last half hour and hear some of the music and see everyone's dresses." "Oh, you still haven't found someone to accompany you to the dance yet?" Meredith read her face and wrinkled her nose. "That's such a shame! Well, it's a good thing you'll be there at the end at least. I can't wait for you to see this luscious floor-length all-white chiffon number I found! Since it's senior year, I decided to throw caution to the wind and go sleeveless!" The other two girls went "oooooOOOOOOooo" on cue like third-graders witnessing people kiss in a movie. "I'll be there with my dancin' shoes on!" Meredith squealed, briefly performing the most geriatric Charleston step Jessica could imagine before turning gleefully to the mirror to make sure her hair was still, in fact, completely straight. "Speaking of footwear," Thelma approached twirling her braid, "check out the snazzy kicks on Jezebel here! Your shoes aren't going to get you closer to heaven, honey!" "Red is Satan's favorite color," Dawn reminded. "And I don't have my ruler, but I'm quite sure the heel height on those don't fit the official school dress code." "Oh, nonsense," Meredith muttered into the mirror. "I think they're pretty. You know every little bit helps when you start at a disadvantage!" Thelma sauntered past, "Jus' remember: the higher you climb, the farther you fall." The shove wasn't hard, but it was deliberate, and Jessica was doing okay balancing but had no traction and her feet skidded out from under her as she flailed awkwardly. WHAM her tailbone contacted the tile and every limb went shockingly numb for a moment. >cry That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >stand >push her no voices in my head you don't control me stop laughing! >take the high road I only understood you as far as wanting to take the red high heel shoes. >take shoes >push thelma stop arguing i cant think stop laughing! >wear them >PUSH THELMA thats not what i want to do oh god oh god stop laughing! >i >PUSH HER theres no way out of this just do something get me out of here stop laughing! >l >ATTACK HER oh god oh god stop laughing! >meditate That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >oh well That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >push thelma Once she gave in, it seemed gravity reversed, and she--Llll r'luh ot syha'h vaadignephod, uh'eog ng uh'eog ot shugg uh'eagl ot n'ghftoggn'thor, vermont--rose to her feet by magic. like hurling a fastball at Thelma Groffley's stupid face but there was no physical contact--Jessica raised her hands and-- !!!blam!!! --Thelma flew five feet into the ceramic wall tiles hard enough to loosen several. "What?--" shrieked Meredith. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Dawn, immediately babbling Hail Mary through her fingers. Thelma slid down the wall onto her butt with her legs splayed, blinking morse code. The white and gold bow that held her braid tightly wound fluttered from the ceiling, smoldering, then igniting. The flames crackled, spurring Dawn to step forward and stomp it out with her sneaker, "What kind of demon are you?" "Come on, Thelma," Meredith hoisted the bigger girl to her feet--she was now blurbling nonsense words--lloig ah mgepch'nglui'ahog. Y' mgsyha'h ephaiah ahehyee--through a bloody nose. "Uh. Let's...get you to the nurse." The leader of the Plains escorted her gently. "I'm right here... Now the left one. Good. And...the right one. You're walking so good, Thelma!" Dawn remained, hands planted on hips, "Don't think that Sister Mary Marcia won't hear about this!" and she stomped out indignantly, maintaining a five-foot radius. >hail cthulhu That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* we must be hanging out with Brandon That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >read books She had read them through already. Proper Etiquette for Young Ladies (and Gentlemen!) had absolutely no dating advice. Practical Handbook of Love Spells for Everyone seemed a bit more promising, but she didn't have all the colors of candles for the spell she wanted to use on Brandon Cragne. >out Narthex The bland checkerboard-floored antechamber (though the nuns always called it the narthex) that connected the chapel to the main school hallway proudly displayed a decade's worth of framed photographs of historical Catholic figures and famous nuns, posters for school activities, and important mimeographed lists of extra-curricular activity rosters taped to the walls. Bellowed hosannas from choir rehearsal taking place behind the closed chapel doors to the west competed with the roar of the school hallway to the east. The ladder to the bell tower rose against the wall in its usual place. A sign mounted at face-height read "STAFF ONLY. NO STUDENTS!" >x me Nope. Jessica was still herself...although she thought she could get used to this three-inch-higher perspective while wearing her sister's high heels. >x photos Scores of photos: Popes, Cardinals, Bishops and Priests and Decons and Nuns, oh my, most sported heavy horn-rimmed glasses. There were four or five class photos grouping high-school students in tweed blazers, pressed slacks, and plaid skirts up through 1978. The ones including Jessica and people she knew were up too high pick out individuals. >x postesr She couldn't see any such thing. >x lists Rosters for football, basketball, track, color team, chess club, drama club... Not important. >x posters Posters encouraged students to try out for football, basketball, track, color team, chess club...and there was a poster still up from the fall production of 12 Angry Men. The nine girls who had to play men actually did a really good job. The most prominent addition to the group was Backwater Devotional Sisters of Mary Catholic High School Class of '79 Presents our Maple Harvest Dance: Sweet Enchantment Under the Leaves! >listen She could hear the choir warming up. Choir Director Sister Leticia believed in a minimum forty-five minutes of warmups to protect young throats and vocal cords. They were on bibba-beeba-bobba-bayba-boo up and down the scale in increasing half-steps. >u Jessica didn't have any reason to climb to the bell tower. The Quasimodo story the seniors always told incoming underclassmen had been demonstrably proven false. >* intriguing That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >w Jessica had been banished from choir for two weeks for her "creative" scat-jazz interpretations of some of the warmup exercises. She probably didn't need to show her face in there for a while. >e School Hallway The hallway stretched further east to classrooms and the cafeteria and back west to the Chapel. The Gymnasium yawned its familiar oppressive woodsmell to the north below a paper banner in direct opposition to the school Library, which was an oasis of quiet solitude to the south. omigodohmygod...Brandon Cragne was leaning on the locker next to hers talking to his friend whatshisname... >talk to brandon Noooo! >x brandon Ah. Brandon. >talk to brandon I caaaan't! >ask brandon about thac0 "Oh, hi, Brandon isn't it? I'm Jessica. Nice to meet you finally!" is what she wanted to say, but the words caught in her throat and wouldn't come out. She was going to do it. She was going to do something. She was going to walk right up to him--no, she was going to introduce herself--no, just walk by him like it's no big deal, just say "Oh, hi, Brandon" and toss her hair and-- At that moment her balance on the high heels failed her, and she pitched forward right into Brandon Cragne who caught her and kept her from hitting the floor...his arms around her he smells like he didn't have time to shower after mowing the lawn this morning sharp bitter green cut clippings and grape bubble gum-- "Are you okay?" he said, setting her back upright. "I'm fine! Sorry, I--" "You're Jessica, right?" "Yeah, you got me," she said, trying to stand up straight in the awkward shoes. How does he know my name? He smoothed his hair with one hand. Pointlessly, because it fell right back into place. He dismissed his friend with a subtle jerk of his head and Whatshisname scurried off. "Jessica, I wanted to ask you a question..." "Sure, Brandon!" He inhaled, hesitating, "Are you going...I mean...are you...would you..." "Yes, Brandon?" "Are you...going into the library right now?" "Um...yeah. I am...actually. I need to return these books." Brandon blinked, "Great! Wonderful! Here's the thing..." He reached into his shirt pocket and drew out a scrap of paper. "I need a book to do some research before Friday and Sister Mary Marshmallow took away my library privileges. I can't even go in there to read." "That's weird," Jessica said, taking the card which had a Dewey Decimal number on it. "What did you do to Sister Marcia?" "Long story." The hallway was clearing out as lunch was ending, and clacking heels echoed down the hallway. "Speak of the Devil," he said, glancing down at the nun who was in the process of confiscating cigarettes from a student. "I need that book." "Sure, I'll go get it right now--" "Thank you!" he said, putting his warm hands on Jessica's shoulders for a brief, wonderful moment. "I need to stay out of the Marshmallow's sight, but I'll meet you back out here in a few minutes." And he disappeared into the dispersing late lunch crowd. >l School Hallway The hallway stretched further east to classrooms and the cafeteria and back west to the Chapel. The Gymnasium yawned its familiar oppressive woodsmell to the north below a paper banner in direct opposition to the school Library, which was an oasis of quiet solitude to the south. >i She was carrying: a scrap of paper some red high heel shoes (being worn) her school uniform (being worn) some overdue library books >x scrap It's the Dewey Decimal number of the book Brandon wants you to get him: R 623.8 CAM03. >* 623.8 is naval architecture/shipbuilding That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* interesting, vis a vis the Christabell/Carol stuff You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l School Hallway The hallway stretched further east to classrooms and the cafeteria and back west to the Chapel. The Gymnasium yawned its familiar oppressive woodsmell to the north below a paper banner in direct opposition to the school Library, which was an oasis of quiet solitude to the south. >s School Library Jessica let herself be submerged in the peace and quiet and smell of old paper that filled the library. The check out counter with its own set of shelves and private card catalog inaccessible to students took up the entryway, then the maze of library stacks spread away in every other direction besides north, which returned to the mundane world of school. Jessica slid her books through the slot hoping Mrs. Bowler would overlook that they were two days overdue. Her eye was drawn to an ominous greenish-leather tome sitting by itself on the sorting shelves behind the counter. >x tome She couldn't tear her gaze from the thick, ancient volume on the shelf by itself--like the other books didn't want to be near it. The cover was rough-tooled moss-green leather stitched from uneven scraps, and the spine had a flat eye-shaped oval right above the title, which was unreadable at this distance. >x oval Jessica reached for the book. There was no way her arm would stretch that far, but she tried, shoulder dislocating, elbow popping fingers tingle numb ears crackle thoughts scrambled--Y' ahor ymg' ah, gof'n, ph'nglui yar... The lidded eye on the spine opened, staring balefully at her, bloodshot, blinking-- "Jessica, are you okay?" Mrs. Bowler was right there. "I'm fine," she replied finally, shaking the static out of her head. "I'm looking for this book." She pushed the scrap forward on the counter and the librarian peered at it curiously. "Give me a second." Mrs. Bowler flipped effortlessly through the drawers of the private staff card catalog, then moved to an enormous paper ledger off to the side, licking her fingers and flipping bible-thin leaves. Jessica scuffed her toe, hoping Brandon wouldn't give up and leave before she returned... She was lost in her thoughts when Mrs. Bowler appeared again, displaying a lavender paperback copy of Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret, "Have you ever read this one? It's a really heartwarming story about a girl just like you!" "Yeah, I think so. Probably in fifth grade." "Oh, well, good!" Mrs. Bowler stashed the book under the counter. "We don't shelve the book you asked about, but the city library does." "Really?" Jessica groaned. "I need it." "Well, I can put in a request to transfer it here and you'll have it by next week. Or if your parents have a Backwater Public Library card you could go get it yourself--wait a second..." She turned to the sorting shelves behind her. "What was I thinking, here it is!" She grabbed a slim volume from the shelf, stamped a due date on the slip inside the cover, and placed it into Jessica's hands. "I thought it sounded familiar. I guess someone asked for it to be transferred last week and never showed up to check it out!" The office phone blurbled and she moved toward it. "Lucky for you!" >x tome It was the library book Brandon wanted. A stamp in indigo ink inside the cover declared it ON LOAN from The Backwater Public Library above their weird but kind of cool official library insignia: double eclipsing moons joined by an all-seeing eye reading an open book--in Backwater, Vermont. >read it Jessica didn't have time to read--she was on a mission for Brandon! >i She was carrying: a slim hardback manual some red high heel shoes (being worn) her school uniform (being worn) >x hardback It was the library book Brandon wanted. A stamp in indigo ink inside the cover declared it ON LOAN from The Backwater Public Library above their weird but kind of cool official library insignia: double eclipsing moons joined by an all-seeing eye reading an open book--in Backwater, Vermont. >open it Jessica didn't have time to read--she was on a mission for Brandon! >n School Hallway The hallway stretched further east to classrooms and the cafeteria and back west to the Chapel. The Gymnasium yawned its familiar oppressive woodsmell to the north below a paper banner in direct opposition to the school Library, which was an oasis of quiet solitude to the south. Brandon was leaning against her locker pushing buttons on his digital watch. >x digital watch Brandon's hair was dark, parted in the center, and made a perfect heart around his smooth forehead before going long and shaggy into perfect feathered waves at his temples where his round silver spectacles (like John Lennon and which he probably really didn't even need because the lenses barely even shifted the profile line of his face and she couldn't believe as clear as his sparkling green eyes were that they wouldn't work properly) and his hair was probably too long and the nuns hadn't yet made him cut it and YOU WILL STRANGLE THE NUN WHO MAKES HIM CUT IT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS IF NEED BE. >g Brandon grinned at something funny, forming a perfect dimple on his perfect cheek, shaking his hair side to side then it all landed exactly where it was again. >g Brandon glanced to the side, brushing his hair back off his smooth neck and raising his strong jaw to greet someone distantly across the hall he knew. >g Brandon fumbled with his top button and loosened it--oooh, he's wearing a black shirt under his required white button down! They're going to make him button his top button again if they see him! >* ha! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x brandon Brandon's throat made a perfect V, plunging into his shirt where--there was a lump of something on his chest. Was he wearing a necklace under his shirt? What was the thing on his necklace? Is that a dark chest hair curling over the collar of his shirt? Oh! There's more than one! >give book to brandon "Hey! Brandon. We lucked out! The book was on loan from--" "Amazing! You're really a groovy chick, you know, Jessica?" he grinned and she felt her neck flush as she held out the book for him. "One other thing. Don't hand it to me here," he said, looking over his shoulder. "I can't even be seen with a library book. It's a secret. What I need you to do is hide it for me. You know where the black tile is? On the floor in the Narthex?" I do now Please answer yes or no.> yes "Good, okay. Hide that book under the black tile for me, and I'll...do... Hey, do you mind if I ask you another question, Jessica?" "Sure, Brandon." "I know it's short notice, but is someone... I mean, do you um... Do you have plans for Friday night?" "Friday, um. Well--" Jessica checked her wrist for a watch that wasn't there, "that's the night of the Maple Harvest Dance, isn't it?" "It is. And I...I hate social functions, but I get the feeling you do too. But I was wondering...if you weren't going with anyone, would you want to come with me Friday night? We can be anti-social together. "Well... ok Please answer yes or no.> yes "Yes, yes! I'd love to go to the dance with you, Brandon!" He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his lips gentle on her brow. "Thank you, Jessica. I know it's hard to make your mark in this school, but I promise you after Friday, everyone in Backwater will know who Jessica and Brandon are. I gotta get to Trig. I'll talk to you after school!" Brandon slipped away into the crowd, and Jessica felt as though she were floating three feet off the floor--until she remembered it was the heels. >w Jessica gasped as a clawed hand squeezed her shoulder, whirling her around. Sister Mary Marcia stepped in close, pinning her against the lockers. "Those shoes are not appropriate for school wear. You are out of dress-code, Missy." "I'm sorry Sister Mary Marcia, I didn't--" "I don't have time for this. Just give me the shoes," she demanded. Jessica tried her best to keep control, "But, please, Sister, these belong to my sister--my own sister--and she will kill me if I don't give them back..." "Well, she can have them back at the end of the school year like everything else. Take them off this instant." >remove shoes No! She can't have my beautiful shoes! >go all carrie on this place You can't use multiple objects with that verb. >bide time for the dance, on matruer reflection You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >wheedle That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >whine That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >simper That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l "But, you don't understand," Jessica pleaded. The old nun remained firm. "Hand them over," she declared, arms folded. >push sister mary marcia nooooo Sister Mary Marcia's grip tightened on Jessica's wrist. >push marcia Everything grew light as she accepted help again, but this time she held back, tempering the outward flow to a tenth of what it was with Thelma. A ping-pong ball, not a baseball... !!!paf!!! A puff of air imploded between them and Sister stepped back, jaw dropped. "You've been associating with that boy. That devil boy. What did Brandon Cragne ask you to do?" Jessica opened her mouth to explain he had just asked to accompany her to the dance like a gentleman, but her vocal cords went slack. Words made of air bubbles and tiny involuntary muscle constrictions crackled up from her diaphragm through her throat-- vulgtmoth shuggoth Marcia! ahf' ah ahmgn'ghft bthnk Iiahe ymg" ph'nglui ah agl fahf n'ghft Iiahe n'ghftoggn'thor, vermont? Jessica and Sister Mary Marcia stared reciprocally through wide eyes. "Jessica, my child. Please accept my sincere and humble advice. Do not listen to Brandon Cragne." She blinked, then took Jessica's hands in hers. "Do not ever speak of what I'm about to say to anyone!" She took a breath through her nose. "Ignore for a moment all the trappings--all this Catholic Christianity bullcrap I usually say to you and please listen to my words--for the sake of all of us! You are playing with fire that you cannot comprehend nor control, child, and we all stand to get burned if you insist on dallying with these forces. This is not religion. This is something profane beyond the known Universe." Jessica shook her head. "I don't understand, Sister Marcia--" "I am speaking to the entity or entities inside of Jessica now! Leave this innocent child alone and return to your assigned plane of existence!" She crossed herself and again clasped Jessica's hands in her own cool ones. "You have no business here!" >push sister mary marcia There was a pop like a spark on the doorknob, and the nun startled back, clutching her rosary. Oh Jesus I didn't even do that! "I'm sorry! Please forgive me, Sister!" but she was backing away, shaking her head and crossing herself. >"I'll see you at the Maple Harvest Dance, Sister Mary Marcia!" Jessica called sweetly after her as she disappeared. "I'll be there with my dancin' shoes on!" Why did she say that? What was the old woman talking about? Jessica couldn't remember. It didn't matter. She knew what she had to do. >x tile She couldn't see any such thing. >l School Hallway The hallway stretched further east to classrooms and the cafeteria and back west to the Chapel. The Gymnasium yawned its familiar oppressive woodsmell to the north below a paper banner in direct opposition to the school Library, which was an oasis of quiet solitude to the south. >w Narthex The bland checkerboard-floored antechamber (though the nuns always called it the narthex) that connected the chapel to the main school hallway proudly displayed a decade's worth of framed photographs of historical Catholic figures and famous nuns, posters for school activities, and important mimeographed lists of extra-curricular activity rosters taped to the walls. Bellowed hosannas from choir rehearsal taking place behind the closed chapel doors to the west competed with the roar of the school hallway to the east. The ladder to the bell tower rose against the wall in its usual place. A sign mounted at face-height read "STAFF ONLY. NO STUDENTS!" >x tile One odd black tile near the foot of the ladder. >open it The black tile opened like a lid, revealing a dark space underneath. >put book in tile There. Jessica replaced the black tile with a sense of satisfaction. Nobody would ever find it unless they knew where to look... It was Jessica and Brandon's secret... >close it That noun did not make sense in this context. >close tile You can't see any such thing. >l Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. >* oops That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x me You stop and take stock: yes, you are still Naomi Cragne despite everything that has happened and who you may or may not have been up to this point. Your husband needs you to help him, and you are bound and determined to do exactly that, no matter what horrors lie in wait for you going forward. You are wearing a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew), a battered yellow JogMaster, a label (smelling faintly of mildew), a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew), a calfskin coat, a trolley pass and Ed's coveralls. You are also lugging around a whole lot of stuff. >n You can't go that way. >out Your reading glasses frost over at the edges. You feel a sharp pain from the cold spot on your shoulder, and feel like there's a library book you--or Emmett, perhaps--hasn't read yet from this location. Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >open tile The black tile opens like a lid, revealing a dark space underneath. Low on the horizon, the mercurial sliver of moon doubles, passing mirrored through itself to illuminate the fiendish scribble the eye gazes down to comprehend. Black thoughts in an inky square, revealed by colored moonlight glinting through the church window glass. >take book Which do you mean, a slim hardback manual, Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew), the pocket-sized notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), the 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), the tiny leather journal (smelling faintly of mildew), the moldy, waterlogged journal (smelling faintly of mildew), the old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew), the 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), the soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew), the diary of Phyllis Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew), the 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) or A Culinary Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region by S. Jarret Zornwharf (smelling faintly of mildew)? >slim Taken. >x it It's a thin but colorful hardback manual, To Have, and To Have Knots: An Illustrated Guide by Melvyn Camber. A stamp in dark purple ink on the inside of the front cover reads ON LOAN from The Backwater Public Library above the official library insignia: it's supposed to be two back-to-back crescent moons joined by an eye looking down at an open book, but it's hard not to see it as a scuttling four-legged eye-creature preparing to leap onto the pages below. A loosely-gummed paper slip is pasted to the frontspiece of the book. >* marine engineering, got it! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x slip (the slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)) It says "Inspected by Number 8." A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x loosely-gummed paper slip A yellowed slip of paper on the frontspiece of the illustrated knot book has a series of stamped due dates. The last one is 1979 MAR 30 FRI >read it A yellowed slip of paper on the frontspiece of the illustrated knot book has a series of stamped due dates. The last one is 1979 MAR 30 FRI >read slim The book falls naturally open to a picture of a noose. The common noose looks great as a scary yard decoration during Halloween or to improve your fishing or boating experience. The noose is a secure and easy-tightening loop that holds it shape for tossing over a boat mooring. But kids, listen to Uncle Melvyn: DO NOT WEAR A NOOSE around your neck or tie one around anyone else's neck under any circumstances, even as a joke... As you finish reading the passage, your own hands grow cold, and the book briefly frosts over before fading again, leaving traces behind only in the library insignia. >g The book falls naturally open to a picture of a noose. The common noose looks great as a scary yard decoration during Halloween or to improve your fishing or boating experience. The noose is a secure and easy-tightening loop that holds it shape for tossing over a boat mooring. But kids, listen to Uncle Melvyn: DO NOT WEAR A NOOSE around your neck or tie one around anyone else's neck under any circumstances, even as a joke... >g The book falls naturally open to a picture of a noose. The common noose looks great as a scary yard decoration during Halloween or to improve your fishing or boating experience. The noose is a secure and easy-tightening loop that holds it shape for tossing over a boat mooring. But kids, listen to Uncle Melvyn: DO NOT WEAR A NOOSE around your neck or tie one around anyone else's neck under any circumstances, even as a joke... >save Ok. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form concentric circles. 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. >* Fun that the fire is left to implication That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* let's try the belfry first That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >u You mount the ladder, making sure your feet catch each rung... This noose doesn't belong here. It wasn't here before. Someone is playing a trick on you, surely. You climb three rungs up the ladder for a closer look. >wear noose The noose slips easily over your head and tightens around your neck before you can--your feet slip from the rungs... He had been waiting a really long time. Maybe she chickened out... And who could blame her? Brandon had been hearing the voices for weeks now, she'd only just started. The rope itched and he'd suffered through a total of fourteen horrible church-friendly music selections by DJ Deacon JesusLove echoing from the gymasium already. I should just do it. Get the process started... But he hadn't explained the part about the glyph! He would have to trust she'd follow through with the plan and he hadn't thought to-- There she was! Jessica emerged from the men's restroom resplendent in her glittery black dress, looking like a new and completely different beautiful person. Brandon knew not to let his thoughts idle long, lest one of them take control and speak for him... >examine jessica "Oh, my God, you look amazing, Jessica!" The dress was too short--just above the knee--for the Maple Harvest Dance in a Catholic school and they wouldn't have let her in, so they had to sneak here through the secret way from the chapel. Her hair glowed autumn orange and gold and it billowed in freshly-cut waves around her face, tied with beads adorned with small scarlet maple leaves. The music from the gym changed from a vigorous polka to a slow song. Finally. Soothing electric piano--a BeeGees tune. She approached the ladder and gazed up where he sat perched with his back to the fifth rung. "Um, I might say the same thing about you look amazing, Mister Brandon Cragne with-your-shirt-off!" she smirked, placing her hands on the sides of the ladder. "It gets better," he raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that lipstick with you?" "Sure do," she said, holding it up and smacking her red lips in air-kisses. >give diagram to jessica "Can you copy this? I need you to write this glyph on my chest." Jessica peered at the college-ruled drawing torn from his spiral notebook. "I can. But... how big do you want it? Neck to belly-button--?" You're the artist. I trust you," She intently started gliding the red pigment across his skin. "It just needs to be accurate, not huge--yeah, just like that, that's perfect." "Hey," she said, touching up where the lines were thin, "I don't suppose there's any chance we could put this off? Just for tonight? Let's go in and dance and get kicked out. We can leave this town, run away, change our names, go up to Canada..." Brandon grinned. "Why on earth would you--oh God that tickles! Ha!--Why would anyone want to go all the way up to Canada?" "Dunno! I've never been! I've heard it's a cool place and it's gonna be all the rage someday!" * doubtful Please answer yes or no.> yes "Yeah, it's a cool place with really long winters. And maple syrup and hockey--I know. That would be fun. But the Harvest Dance doesn't happen every night of the year. We won't get this chance ever again." "Well, then," Jessica climbed far enough up the ladder so they were almost face-to-face. "I guess I'm gonna have to do this right now." Their lips touched--but she started giggling, then so was he. "I'm serious!" The tips of their noses touched. "So serious!" He leaned down and kissed and it was much much better. how deep is your howlove deepisyourlove how deep is your love? i really need to learn... She pulled back, but their eyes never left each other, "Thank you for inviting me to the dance, Brandon Cragne." "Thank you for accepting my invitation, Jessica Santos." >kiss jessica They kissed as long as they could, smiling the whole time. When it was time, she retreated down the ladder and stepped back, sparkling in her outfit and heels. "Give'm hell, Jessica." "That's what I'm planning," she said, throwing her tiny purse over her shoulder and striding through the double doors to the east toward the gymnasium. >wait The fire doors between the narthex and the school hallway clicked closed. Brandon waited as long as he could. He didn't want to chance that she would have to see him or hear what was about to happen. And at that moment his resolve faltered. There was no reason for this. He had free will! He didn't have to listen to the voices! He could take this noose right off... >jump He stepped off the ladder and thrashed as the rope tightened. There was no longer a hole in his head through which he could inhale or exhale--red and black flashes big red and black flashes multiplying and expanding and a vast rushing in his ears heartbeat black darkness try to breathe nope he was tumbling down into a black space of nowhere--red flashes pulsing red flashes with veins on the sides those are my eye veins glowing hot pissing my pants how embarrassing red flashes and black flashes and bright black flashes and black-- >Ah, dear Naomi. As much as we do enjoy your company, there's hardly room for even one extra in young Master Cragne's corporeal form. We hadn't planned for your expeditious arrival so early! Let me first assure you that this isn't how you die. There's so much more you need to accomplish first. Goodness! You're turning quite an amusing shade of purple now, so how about we suspend this exchange temporarily? We'll see you back in, oh, say, fifteen or sixteen years? We look forward to meeting you again--both you and your delicious husband. You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. The noose melts out of existence--GASP--and you tumble to the floor, cold green beautiful oxygen tearing painfully into your lungs. Gasping and wheezing. Then just laying with your cheek on the cool tile breathing and enjoying breathing for a good long time. You're still alive, Naomi. >* if you can call it that That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >x me You stop and take stock: yes, you are still Naomi Cragne despite everything that has happened and who you may or may not have been up to this point. Your husband needs you to help him, and you are bound and determined to do exactly that, no matter what horrors lie in wait for you going forward. You are wearing a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew), a battered yellow JogMaster, a label (smelling faintly of mildew), a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew), a calfskin coat, a trolley pass and Ed's coveralls. You are also lugging around a whole lot of stuff. >l Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a blank, mirrored surface. 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. >u You mount the ladder, making sure your feet catch each rung, and climb to the ceiling don't look down! through the square opening... Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) (First-time players should type ABOUT!) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. Teetering on the edge of the hole is a nasty-looking key. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >* Michael Hilborn wrote a couple of games in the early teens, including one of the hat puzzles You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >save Ok. >about Welcome to the "Steeple." The author wishes to thank everyone who made Cragne Manor possible, especially Ryan and Jenni and those who first dared enter this room: Greg Frost, Michael Lin, Hanon Ondricek, and Andrew Schultz. (No grues were harmed in the making of this room.) >* that's nice! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* The thanks, not the grues. Hopefully that misshapen mass isn't a grue... You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x pillars Six arches, separated by six pillars of decaying wood, loom over you, supporting the rafters above. Although forming a perfect hexagonal enclosure, the arches and pillars seem to lean in disjointed directions. Through them, you can see the sky and surrounding landscape. . . neither of which are familiar to you. >* hexagonal spire is interesting... That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x sky (the alien sky) Wherever this steeple resides, it's not beneath the celestial dome with which you are familiar. . . There are stars up there, but like the two moons, they are completely unfamiliar to you. And the light of those heavenly bodies--a pale green--is dull, lifeless, as if you view everything through a murky veil. >* erm That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x moons (the two moons) Two crescents, one waning, one waxing--if earthly phases of the moon have any meaning here--and grotesquely large. >* oh nice connection to the library That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x landscape The steeple must rise higher than you think, for it penetrates a cloud bank that stretches to the horizon, and most likely beyond. As calm as the sea on a breezeless day, the clouds ripple with a hazy, pale green glow. Occasionally, part of the surface erupts in a silent flash of light. Not far from the church, the hump of. . . something. . . briefly breaks the surface, then submerges. >x hump You can't see any such thing. >x sea The steeple must rise higher than you think, for it penetrates a cloud bank that stretches to the horizon, and most likely beyond. As calm as the sea on a breezeless day, the clouds ripple with a hazy, pale green glow. Occasionally, part of the surface erupts in a silent flash of light. Far from here, a shadowy hump appears briefly above the surface of the clouds before submerging again. >l Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. Teetering on the edge of the hole is a nasty-looking key. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >x rafters A web of shadowy beams criss-crossing at random angles. At one time, they must have supported the floor of the belfry, but those floorboards seem to have broken away: high above the rafters hang the shapes of several bells. >* there we are That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x steeple Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. Teetering on the edge of the hole is a nasty-looking key. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >x bells Hard to discern how many bells hang up there in the shadows of the belfry, but they are large, very large, and you're not certain, but something. . . else. . . is up there. . . a lot of something else. . . It takes your eyes a moment to adjust: shadowy forms cling to the ceiling. As you stare, one of the forms moves, briefly spreading a pair of wings. >x bats There must be dozens--hundreds?--up there, clinging to the ceiling of the belfry. Probably bats though their forms are mostly indistinguishable from the shadows. Whatever they are, they're quiet, save for an occasional chirp or flutter of wings. >* hrm... That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x ropes Four ropes slither down from the shadows of the rafters. One rope is woven of copper strands, another silver, and yet another gold. The fourth: a weave of solid iron. >* yup, there we go You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x hole (the square hole) Cut into the middle of the floor, the hole opens upon a set of rickety stairs which lead down into the bowels of the church. >x key Which do you mean, the nasty-looking key, the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the frosty blue key, the intricately folded origami key, the silver and ivory key, the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >nasty-looking A large key, nearly the length of your hand, its teeth. . . well, a row of rotted, human teeth. Etched beneath the teeth, upon the shaft of the key, is a runic script. >read it Harsh, jagged lines form a disturbing script which seems to shift and waver, straining your sight. At the end of the script is a hieroglyph: Two crescents, back to back, centered above an eye, and below the eye, an icon resembling a keyhole. >* that must be for the locked door in the tunnel under Cragne Manor That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >take it You gingerly pluck the key from the edge of the hole. >x mass As you approach the misshapen mass, your gut wrenches as you realize it is, of course, a corpse. . . a hideously deformed corpse. So misshapen is this poor figure that it's difficult to tell where its head ends and its torso begins. Its back is horrendously humped, its face an amorphous mass of tumors with sunken holes for eyes. What appears to be its mouth is open in a silent scream. Hard to say how long the corpse has been here in the steeple, but it seems ancient, skin and clothes desiccated and thin like parchment, somehow mummified. It's slouched--or sitting?--on the floor in one corner of the steeple. On the corpse's lap rests an open tome. Another book lies near the corpse: A worn, leather-bound journal. Hanging around the corpse's oversized neck is a leather cord and pendant. >* Geez That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >x open tome You can't see any such thing. >x tome (a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew)) It's a thin but colorful hardback manual, To Have, and To Have Knots: An Illustrated Guide by Melvyn Camber. A stamp in dark purple ink on the inside of the front cover reads ON LOAN from The Backwater Public Library above the official library insignia: it's supposed to be two back-to-back crescent moons joined by an eye looking down at an open book, but it's hard not to see it as a scuttling four-legged eye-creature preparing to leap onto the pages below. A loosely-gummed paper slip is pasted to the frontspiece of the book. Frost lines the edges of the library insignia. >put knots in book pocket You put a slim hardback manual (smelling faintly of mildew) into the book pocket. >close it It isn't something you can close. >close book pocket You close the book pocket. >x tome Cradled in the corpse's lap, the humungous tome lies open as if the corpse still studies the pages. It's clearly ancient, the pages withered and yellow, like the skin of the corpse itself, its leather bonding cracked. >read it You dare not flip the pages of the ancient book; to touch the pages might be to destroy them. . . or disturb the corpse who holds the tome. But the pages that are open reveal dozens of star charts and associated astrological signs. Oddly, the corpse who holds the tome seems to be pointing to one drawing in particular: * * * * * * * Underneath, in elegant handwriting, is written: (The astrological sign is the Despair descending under the Abyss.) >turn page of tome Which do you mean, the celestial tome, the torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), the police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) or the repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)? >celestial You can't see any such thing. >turn celestial The celestial tome clearly can't be moved like that. >turn page Which do you mean, the celestial tome, the torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew), the police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew) or the repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)? >celestial The celestial tome clearly can't be moved like that. >* OK it's just that diagram I guess That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* Wonder if that's Peter's sign? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. > I beg your pardon? >l Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >x mass So misshapen is this poor figure that it's difficult to tell where its head ends and its torso begins. Its back is horrendously humped, its face an amorphous mass of tumors with sunken holes for eyes. What appears to be its mouth is open in a silent scream. Hard to say how long the corpse has been here in the steeple, but it seems ancient, skin and clothes desiccated and thin like parchment, somehow mummified. It's slouched--or sitting?--on the floor in one corner of the steeple. On the corpse's lap rests an open tome. Another book lies near the corpse: A worn, leather-bound journal. Hanging around the corpse's oversized neck is a leather cord and pendant. >take celestial Years of desiccation and natural mummification have melded the corpse and some of its possessions into a single, sepulchral monument to whatever has happened here. You sense it's best not to disturb things. >x journal About the size of your hand. The binding is cracked and torn, the pages yellow with age. >read it Being as cautious as you can with the journal, you flip to the first page that has legible handwriting in it: "To be hidden here, by my Ma and Da, in this steeple, in this special place, under the two moons. To be safe here, they say, in this strange land, safe from the others, who do not understand. To think I am special, my Ma and Da do, but the others, they say, do not. To name me grotesque, to call me hideous, to say I am a monster! To chase me with pitchforks and torches!" There are more pages to read. >* Aww, poor guy You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x cord A leather cord hangs around the corpse's oversized neck, its ends held together by a triangular pendant. Etched in the pendant is an eye. >x pendent You can't see any such thing. >oops pendant (the broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew)) It's a tarnished silver pendant, about the size of your thumb, on a leather cord. The pendant is shaped like an open hand. It's been damaged - a deep groove, like a chisel mark, cuts across the palm, nearly breaking the pendant in half. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now ten o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >* Another Anchorhead reference, or something more? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >put broken silver amulet in junk pocket You put the broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) into the trash pocket. >x pendant Which do you mean, the leather cord and pendant or the broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew)? >leather You can't see any such thing. >take leather (the mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew)) You already have that. >take leather cord and pendant You carefully remove the leather cord and pendant from the corpse. >wear it You put on the leather cord and pendant. >x it A leather cord, its ends held together by a triangular pendant. Etched in the pendant is an eye. >save Ok. >* song said copper and iron, then silver and gold You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >pull copper Which do you mean, the rope of copper strands, the copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) or the copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew)? >rope The rope resists your efforts at first, then relents with a creak. A thunderous yet somber peal of a bell reverberates throughout the steeple, quickly followed by a chorus that sounds like a thousand fingernails scraping across a thousand blackboards. Something up in the belfry has awakened. The echo of beating wings thunders down on you as dozens, hundreds, thousands--their numbers seem limitless--of bat-like creatures take flight. They swarm around and in the steeple, descending upon you in a flapping, screaming storm. The leather cord and pendant around your neck grows warm and glows, and the shrieking of the creatures transforms from rage to frustration. Several of them, hairless and leathery, ungodly human in form, scream and dive at you, only to be repelled by an invisible force. Again they attack. Again they are repelled. It's an eternity before they give up. The swarm soars away from the steeple in a dark cloud, disappearing into the horizon. You look up. Now that the belfry has been cleared of those horrendous things, star- and moonlight stream down through the perforated holes in the belfry's ceiling and the disjointed rafters, forming a particular pattern. >* oh intersesting That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x pattern Filtered by both the perforations in the ceiling and the disjointed rafters, the light from the stars and moons streams down into the steeple in an unusual pattern: * * * * * * * >x tome Cradled in the corpse's lap, the humungous tome lies open as if the corpse still studies the pages. It's clearly ancient, the pages withered and yellow, like the skin of the corpse itself, its leather bonding cracked. >read it Oddly, the pages seemed to have changed or turned by themselves, for you are certain you are looking at a series of charts and signs that are different than before. The corpse points to one drawing in particular: * * * * * * * Underneath, in elegant handwriting, is written: (The astrological sign is the Despair descending under the Abyss.) >* That's the right one! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >pull iron Which do you mean, the rope of iron strands, the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew)? >rope The rope resists your efforts at first, then relents with a creak. A thunderous yet melancholy peal of a bell reverberates throughout the steeple. So violent are the reverberations that the pillars quiver. Dust and debris shower upon you while above, some of the rafters slide and shift with dull moans before slowly settling into new positions. >pull silver rope The rope resists your efforts at first, then relents with a creak. A thunderous yet lonely peal of a bell reverberates throughout the steeple. So violent are the reverberations that the pillars quiver. Dust and debris shower upon you while above, some of the rafters slide and shift with dull moans before slowly settling into new positions. >pull gold rope The rope resists your efforts at first, then relents with a creak. A thunderous yet forlorn peal of a bell reverberates throughout the steeple followed by the peal of another bell, and another, and even more until the steeple fills with a cacophony. The steeple trembles; dust and debris fall from above as the rafters scream, violently shifting and sliding. You hunker down, your own screams drowned by the unholy chorus until, quite abruptly, it all stops. >l Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >x pattern Filtered by both the perforations in the ceiling and the disjointed rafters, the light from the stars and moons streams down into the steeple in an unusual pattern: * * * * * * >x tome Cradled in the corpse's lap, the humungous tome lies open as if the corpse still studies the pages. It's clearly ancient, the pages withered and yellow, like the skin of the corpse itself, its leather bonding cracked. >read it Oddly, the pages seemed to have changed or turned by themselves, for you are certain you are looking at a series of charts and signs that are different than before. The corpse points to one drawing in particular: * * * * * * Underneath, in elegant handwriting, is written: (The astrological sign is the Mouth descending opposing the Hanged Man.) >* ah I see That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form -- weird, they've entirely dissipated. 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. > I beg your pardon? >* great! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* I assume the ropes won't change things anymore That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >pull iron Which do you mean, the rope of iron strands, the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew)? >rope The rope resists your efforts at first, then relents with a creak. A thunderous yet melancholy peal of a bell reverberates throughout the steeple. So violent are the reverberations that the pillars quiver. Dust and debris shower upon you while above, some of the rafters slide and shift with dull moans before slowly settling into new positions. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a perfect fern, just like in a fancy latte. 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. >undo Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) [Previous turn undone.] >undo Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) [Previous turn undone.] >x coffee The clouds 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. >* OK let's stop messing things up That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >save Ok. >d Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >w Chapel (s. hammack) You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (in which are some assorted teeth), a lockbox (closed), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which are some Nilla wafers) and a wine bottle (empty). >* Scott Hammack appears to have done an IntroComp game, as well as a 2012 IFComp game that's a sort of farce You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* I was thinking we might get the climactic Carrie bit of Hanon's room when coming here, but guess not You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* maybe when we leave That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* BTW the fact the altar is at the west, not the east, is at odds with traditional Christian church architecture You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* Though this church would have been built way after the time when that was strictly observed That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x pews Simply constructed wooden pews built to support the posteriors of the church's parishioners. The back of each pew has a space to hold books, hymns, etc., in which you can see a small pencil. >x pencil A stubby number 2 pencil, presumably used for doodling in holy texts. >take it Taken. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >score There is no score in this story. >* umm my what now? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x altar The altar initially appears to be a simple long table with a tablecloth over it, but on closer inspection, you can see that underneath the tablecloth it's actually closed in on all sides. On the altar are a collection plate (in which are some assorted teeth), a lockbox (closed), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which are some Nilla wafers) and a wine bottle (empty). >x pulpit A pulpit constructed of dark mahogany. On the pulpit is Limerickus Dirtius. >x limerickus An ancient tome of arcane knowledge. >read it (first taking Limerickus Dirtius) As you pick up the book, you feel power coursing through your veins. "There once was a woman named Mulva"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >* oh geez That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >read it "There once was a queen of Bulgaria"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >g "There once was a man from Nantucket"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >g "There once was a queen of Bulgaria"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >g "There once was a fellow O'Doole"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >g "There once was a woman named Mulva"... The rest is too filthy to reprint here. >* That's a Seinfeld joke FYI That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (in which are some assorted teeth), a lockbox (closed), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which are some Nilla wafers) and a wine bottle (empty). >x organ A modest substitute for a proper pipe organ. The design of this instrument is straight out of the '70s, with beige casing and lots of chunky rainbow-colored buttons to adjust the sound. >play it >* oops! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x buttons Which do you mean, the buttons or the six buttons? >six buttons You can't use multiple objects with that verb. >x buttons Which do you mean, the buttons or the six buttons? >the buttons Which do you mean, the buttons or the six buttons? >six I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the pockets of the calfskin coat. >* eek That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* hope that isn't important That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (in which are some assorted teeth), a lockbox (closed), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which are some Nilla wafers) and a wine bottle (empty). >x window The window is made up of hundreds of small shards of glass, stained with an impressive variety of colors. Although the effect is striking, though it's difficult to tell exactly what is the image that's meant to be depicted here -- whenever you look away and back, it seems as though the colors have changed to produce different shapes. At the moment, it most resembles Winston Churchill. >g The window is made up of hundreds of small shards of glass, stained with an impressive variety of colors. Although the effect is striking, though it's difficult to tell exactly what is the image that's meant to be depicted here -- whenever you look away and back, it seems as though the colors have changed to produce different shapes. At the moment, it most resembles moss growing on rotting driftwood. >g The window is made up of hundreds of small shards of glass, stained with an impressive variety of colors. Although the effect is striking, though it's difficult to tell exactly what is the image that's meant to be depicted here -- whenever you look away and back, it seems as though the colors have changed to produce different shapes. At the moment, it most resembles a crumbling tower being hit by lightning. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x altar The altar initially appears to be a simple long table with a tablecloth over it, but on closer inspection, you can see that underneath the tablecloth it's actually closed in on all sides. On the altar are a collection plate (in which are some assorted teeth), a lockbox (closed), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which are some Nilla wafers) and a wine bottle (empty). >x teeth (the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew)) A large key, nearly the length of your hand, its teeth. . . well, a row of rotted, human teeth. Etched beneath the teeth, upon the shaft of the key, is a runic script. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x plate Which do you mean, the collection plate or the brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew)? >collection A shiny silver plate for taking the parishioners' money. Taped to it is a note reading "CASH ONLY! (please no more teeth)" In the collection plate are some assorted teeth. >x assorted teeth In the collection plate are a small assortment of teeth, some of which appear to be human in origin. Some look as though they came from small mammals, reptiles, and even sharks; the rest, you can't even hazard a guess. >take them Taken. >sort them That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >search them You find nothing of interest. >* maybe they're holding out for the tooth fairy That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x wine bottle A bottle made of dark green glass is lying on its side on the altar. The label indicates that it once held Cabernet Sauvignon from Arcovitch Vineyards. >take it Taken. >x box Which do you mean, the lockbox, the box of Nilla Wafers, the ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew), the pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black box (smelling faintly of mildew)? >wafers 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 are some Nilla wafers. >x nilla wafers Small, crispy, light brown, round biscuits. >take them You're carrying too many things already. >i You are carrying: a wine bottle some assorted teeth Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a frosty blue key an intricately folded origami key a silver and ivory key a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) a pair of leather boots >put pizza and screws and pamphlet and leather boots in junk drawer You can't see any such thing. >put pizza and screws and pamphlet and leather boots in junk pocket big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. >take them Taken. >i You are carrying: some Nilla wafers a wine bottle some assorted teeth Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a frosty blue key an intricately folded origami key a silver and ivory key a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a pair of leather boots a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >eat wafers You idly munch on a Nilla wafer. It tastes a bit like human flesh. >* eek That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >drink wine There's nothing suitable to drink here. >smell wine An intriguing bouquet of copper and blood. >smell The chapel smells of mold and body odor. >celebrate mass That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >l Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty), a lockbox (closed) and a box of Nilla Wafers (empty). >take box Which do you mean, the lockbox, the box of Nilla Wafers, the ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew), the pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black box (smelling faintly of mildew)? >nilla Taken. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and squawks, "The time is now nine o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >put wine in nilla Which do you mean, the box of Nilla Wafers or the Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew)? >box You put the wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) into the box of Nilla Wafers. >* oops That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >i You are carrying: a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) some golden peach liquid some pickled peaches a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew) a pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew) a pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew) a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew) a copper amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew) a sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a frosty blue key an intricately folded origami key a silver and ivory key a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a pair of leather boots a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >x lockbox A wooden box about a foot long. The lid has a drawing engraved on it depicting several cloaked figures kneeling in front of a dollar sign. Underneath the engraving is a caption. A few of the letters have worn away, but it appers to read: "The Al-ighty -ollar." >open box Which do you mean, the lockbox, the box of Nilla Wafers, the ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew), the pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) or the black box (smelling faintly of mildew)? >lockbox It seems to be locked. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >put wad in lockbox The lockbox is closed. >write in tome That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >doodle That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x coffee The clouds 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. >* hrm That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >drop all whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. box of Nilla Wafers: Dropped. Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. assorted teeth: Dropped. Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of pepper (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of cinnamon (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of cardamom (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of turmeric (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of garlic (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pistachio ice cream cone (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the pinch of saffron (smelling faintly of mildew) and it disappears. 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. sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. sinister iron key (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. ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): You drop the clock with a thud. It now reads 3:51. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. 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. metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. torn notebook (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. newspaper clipping ("Rumors of Decapitations") (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. stone earplugs (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. shard (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >i You are carrying: a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew) a white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a pair of leather boots a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >drop all red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. rotten flowers (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >g What do you want to drop those things in? >i You are carrying: a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a pair of leather boots a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) a label (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a giant milkweed leaf (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn as a mask) a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew) a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew) a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a calfskin coat (being worn) a trolley pass (being worn) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) Ed's coveralls (being worn) >drop all What do you want to drop those things in? >e There are none at all available! >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. >drop all piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. key from an 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. bronze key green from age (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. aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. yellowed newspapers (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. Jansport backpack (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew): Dropped. >i You are carrying: a leather cord and pendant (being worn) a pair of reading glasses (smelling faintly of mildew) (being worn) a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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) >n You can't go that way. >out Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffeee You can't see any such thing. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee You can't see any such thing. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take coffee You can't see any such thing. >s You can't go that way. >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. You can see a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew), a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), 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 (in which are a pair of leather boots, a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) and a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew))), 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), some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (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 bronze key green from age (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 key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take coffee Taken. >n You can't go that way. >out Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >take coffee You already have that. >x coffee The clouds 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. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a stubby pencil (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take pencil Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >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. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take tome You can't see any such thing. >s You can't go that way. >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. You can see a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), 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 (in which are a pair of leather boots, a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) and a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew))), 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), some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (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 bronze key green from age (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 key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take tome You can't see any such thing. >take limericks You can't see any such thing. >n You can't go that way. >out Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take limerickus Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee The clouds 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. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth, some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew), a box of Nilla Wafers (in which is a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty)) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take milla You can't see any such thing. >oops nilla Which do you mean, the Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) or the box of Nilla Wafers? >box Taken. >take wafers Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a kayak. 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. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), some assorted teeth and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take assorted teeth Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x cofeee You can't see any such thing. >x coffee The swirls 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. >* I think that was everything we got here, no? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take nasty-looking key Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >unlock lockbox What do you want to unlock the lockbox with? >key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take wad of cash You can't see any such thing. >s You can't go that way. >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. You can see a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew), a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), 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 (in which are a pair of leather boots, a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) and a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew))), 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), some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (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 bronze key green from age (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 key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take wad Taken. >out Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now three o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >take jar of keys Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a perfect fern, just like in a fancy latte. 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 jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a frosty blue key an intricately folded origami key a silver and ivory key a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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) >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >drop jar of keys Dropped. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a gunblade. Images of strange hybrids mean that some challenges in your current environment can be defeated with what you already possess, while others will require outside assistance. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take jar of keys Taken. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x door An unremarkable wooden door. It is unpainted and the wood is rough and slightly warped in places. >x jar The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. In the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) are a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >unlock door with long wooden key (first taking the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)) You unlock the nondescript door. >save Ok. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >drop jar (the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew)) Dropped. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >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 long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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) >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >x wad It smells a little musty and is deeply creased into an almost solid lump. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >open it It isn't something you can open. >drop nasty Dropped. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >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. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >i You are carrying: a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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 long wooden key Dropped. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (empty) and a lockbox (closed). >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a maple leaf. 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. >write That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x pencil A stubby number 2 pencil, presumably used for doodling in holy texts. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >doodle That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >i You are carrying: a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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) >put cash on plate You hear a click from the direction of the lockbox. >open lockbox You open the lockbox, revealing a crooked dagger. >x dagger The dagger has a glossy black blade made of a material you can't identify, with a serrated edge. The blade curves upward, but in a strangely non-uniform way that suggests the equation used to described the curve would be quite complicated. You can see your own face reflected in it, distorted by the blade's odd shape, but you can't make out your eyes; you see only dark emptiness where they should be. Also, you have no nose -- not even holes. >x nose You can't see any such thing. >take dagger As you pick up the dagger, you suddenly find yourself on a hilltop surrounded by open countryside for miles around. There is no sign of civilization. It is late afternoon and the sky looks as though a hurricane is brewing, though there is no rain. Standing before you on the hilltop is a single dead tree, with something unidentifiable wrapped in cloth hanging from its branches by a noose. It looks like a vaguely humanoid shape, but something about the way it squirms as it dangles makes you less than certain that a human could move that way. Before you know what's happening, you find yourself instinctively taking the dagger and plunging it into the squirming shape. You hear an unearthly shriek as you stab it over and over again, but the shriek isn't coming from the shape; it seems to come from all around you. There is no blood, but through the holes you put in the cloth, you see a strange yellow light. As quickly as it started, your vision ends, and you're back in the chapel, holding the dagger. >x dagger The dagger has a glossy black blade made of a material you can't identify, with a serrated edge. The blade curves upward, but in a strangely non-uniform way that suggests the equation used to described the curve would be quite complicated. You can see your own face reflected in it, distorted by the blade's odd shape, but you can't make out your eyes; you see only dark emptiness where they should be. Also, you have no nose -- not even holes. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form a blank, mirrored surface. 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. >* interesting -- maybe we can cut the dog-corpse with this? That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. You can also see a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which are a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key), a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a copper 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), a white key (smelling faintly of mildew), red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew), a Carfax gig poster (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 thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), a metal flask (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 small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew), a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew), a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew), a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate bronze key (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), a sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a sturdy key (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)), an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take all whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. copper 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. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. 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. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. metal flask (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. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew): You pick them up. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ornate bronze key (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. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. sturdy key (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. ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. frosty blue key: Picking up the frosty key with your unprotected hand, it melts immediately into nothingness. Hopefully you won't need that in the future... intricately folded origami key: Taken. silver and ivory key: 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. vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt: Taken. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. >undo Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) [Previous turn undone.] >put frosty key into jar Which do you mean, the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) or the jar of peaches (smelling faintly of mildew)? >old keys (first taking the frosty blue key) Picking up the frosty key with your unprotected hand, it melts immediately into nothingness. Hopefully you won't need that in the future... >undo Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) [Previous turn undone.] >* hrm You can't see any such thing. >s You can't go that way. >take all except frosty key whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. copper 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. white key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. 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. thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. metal flask (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. small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew): You pick them up. can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. ornate bronze key (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. sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. sturdy key (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. ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. intricately folded origami key: Taken. silver and ivory key: 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. vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt: Taken. Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. >s You can't go that way. >in Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. You can see a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew), a brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), a plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew), an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed), 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 (in which are a pair of leather boots, a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew), a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty), a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew), a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew), a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew), a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) and a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew))), 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), some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew), a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew), loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (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 bronze key green from age (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 key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (empty) and a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) here. >take all piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. mate of the first leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. plastic bubble (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. Jansport backpack (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. yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. aluminum key (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. bronze key green from age (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. key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. single brown leather boot (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew): Taken. filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): If you insist. Taken. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. cast iron spire (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. ominous-looking painting (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. brass nameplate (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. black box (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. mallet (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. enormous dessicated rat corpse (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. piece of yellowed newsprint (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew): You're carrying too many things already. >l Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. >i You are carrying: a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a jar of screws (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) a mildewy carpet (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (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 brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt a silver and ivory key an intricately folded origami key an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) 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 sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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 copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a frosty blue key a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a crooked dagger some assorted teeth some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) 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 > put rug and teeth and first candle and second candle in trash pocket Which do you mean, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the assorted teeth? >all filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. assorted teeth: Done. the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew): Done. >put rug and broken amulet and jar of screws and copper urn in junk pocket Which do you mean, the filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew) or the mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew)? >both filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew): (first taking the filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)) Done. mildewy carpet (smelling faintly of mildew): (first taking the 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. >take all There are none at all available! >l Women's Restroom The women's restroom is tidy as church facilities go. There is only one way out, unless you count the bathroom stall door reflected in the mirror above the sink. >out Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is closed. On the altar are a collection plate (in which is a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)) and a lockbox (empty). >save Ok. >s (first opening the nondescript door) Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >* Oh hey, this is the tiny windowless office! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >d Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >u Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >x coffee The clouds in your cup form no discernible pattern. 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. >n Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is open. On the altar are a collection plate (in which is a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)) and a lockbox (empty). >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. >s Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >d Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >u Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and proclaims, "The time is now two o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >* long as I'm here, might as well check the subterrannean tunnel You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >s You can't go that way. >d Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >d Tunnel Entrance (Grueslayer) The ladder leading down the funnel ends here at a brick wall with one or two interesting features. Only a little light shines through the funnel and bathes the surroundings in eerie shadows. The ground seems to be made up of treaded down dirt. A masoned, semi-circular tunnel leads southeast, the walls made up from the same musty red bricks as the wall marking its end. The tunnel is about six feet high. Rolled up on the ground in the southwestern corner is a hobo who declared this tunnel his bedroom. >se Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! Hey you! I'm waiting! Can you hear me?" >x coffee The clouds 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. "Hey! C'mere! Can you hear?" >* aha! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >n The woman waves and smiles as you approach. As you slide into the alcove beside her, she reaches back behind her head and pulls a hereto unseen lever. You hear a grinding sound behind you and whirl around just in time to see a stone block slide across the entrance, sealing you inside. You turn towards the woman, only she's not a woman. Her form has broken apart into a wriggling swarm of insects. They surge toward you, leaving behind the bones of some other unlucky sap who must have wandered down here never to escape. The wrytheing mass flow over you, feeding off your flesh with a frightening frenzy. You open your mouth to scream and it is instantly filled with squirming crawling biting things, chewing at everything they can reach. Your end is painful, but swift; within moments you are stripped down to a pile of bones to join the first. *** You have died *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, UNDO the last command or TAKE BACK the action that sealed your fate (for when UNDO is not enough)? > undo Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) [Previous turn undone.] >x door Which do you mean, the tunnel exit door or the tunnel door? >exit You can't go that way. "Hey, you! I'm waiting! Can you hear me?" >l Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! Hey! Over here! Yoohooo?" >e (first opening the tunnel door) It seems to be locked. "Psst! Come closer! Can you hear me?" >x key Which do you mean, the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key, the intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew), the frosty blue key or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >unlock tunnel door with small rusty iron key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. "Hey, you! Over here! You're not deaf, are you?" >unlock tunnel door with silver and ivory key You slide the silver and ivory key into the keyhole and try to turn it. It won't budge, but when you try to remove it, you hand starts to burn. You jerk your hand away. In the center of you palm, a grinning black skull has been branded in the flesh. You start to feel dizzy, and then all at once your skull explodes, spraying blasphemous lava in every direction and killing you instantly. *** YOU'RE DEAD *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, UNDO the last command or TAKE BACK the action that sealed your fate (for when UNDO is not enough)? > undo Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) [Previous turn undone.] >* huh, is that the fault of the key or the door? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >u Taking a deep breath, you grasp the ladder for support and hook your leg up to the first available step. The metal creeks and groans alarmingly as you transfer your weight, but the bolts hold firm. You shakily gather yourself and begin to ascend back up to the surface. Under the Bridge (Tenth) The path along the river gives way to a crumbling stone embankment as it passes below the arch of the old stone bridge. A rusty metal hatch is set into the ground opposite from the river, and towards the end of the embankment, a derelict payphone squats, forgotten, under the shadow of the bridge. To the south, the path continues to follow the river. >d Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! Hey! Come closer! Hellooooo?" >nw Tunnel Entrance (Grueslayer) The ladder leading down the funnel ends here at a brick wall with one or two interesting features. Only a little light shines through the funnel and bathes the surroundings in eerie shadows. The ground seems to be made up of treaded down dirt. A masoned, semi-circular tunnel leads southeast, the walls made up from the same musty red bricks as the wall marking its end. The tunnel is about six feet high. Rolled up on the ground in the southwestern corner is a hobo who declared this tunnel his bedroom. >u Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >n You can't go that way. >u Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >lock door with silver and ivory key First you would have to close the door. >close door You close the door. >lock door with silver and ivory key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >* huh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >open door You open the door. >d Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >d Tunnel Entrance (Grueslayer) The ladder leading down the funnel ends here at a brick wall with one or two interesting features. Only a little light shines through the funnel and bathes the surroundings in eerie shadows. The ground seems to be made up of treaded down dirt. A masoned, semi-circular tunnel leads southeast, the walls made up from the same musty red bricks as the wall marking its end. The tunnel is about six feet high. Rolled up on the ground in the southwestern corner is a hobo who declared this tunnel his bedroom. >se Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! Hey you! I'm waiting! Can you hear me?" >x woman (the a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew)) 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. "Hey, you! Over here! Hellooooo?" >x dagger The dagger has a glossy black blade made of a material you can't identify, with a serrated edge. The blade curves upward, but in a strangely non-uniform way that suggests the equation used to described the curve would be quite complicated. You can see your own face reflected in it, distorted by the blade's odd shape, but you can't make out your eyes; you see only dark emptiness where they should be. Also, you have no nose -- not even holes. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. "Hey! This way! You're not deaf, are you?" >l Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! Over here! Can you hear?" >x weird A woman, dressed in filthy clothes, slouches against a wall. She turns to look at you, staring at you with eyes eerily similar to yours. When you look away, she does too. It's hard to tell much about her features from this light without getting closer. "Psst! Hey you! This way! You're not deaf, are you?" >give dagger to weird strangely familiar woman doesn't seem interested. "Psst! Hey! I'm waiting! Can you hear?" >x door Which do you mean, the tunnel exit door or the tunnel door? >tunnel exit door You can't see any such thing. >x tunnel door A dull red sheet of metal stands to the east. A keyhole is present at eye level. Above the keyhole is an image of an eyeball, above which is printed two back-to-back crescents. "Psst! Hey you! C'mere! Yoohooo?" >* oh, maybe this connects to the other tunnel! You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >i You are carrying: a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) 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) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (smelling faintly of mildew) some assorted teeth (smelling faintly of mildew) a nasty-looking key (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (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 brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt a silver and ivory key an intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) 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 sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a frosty blue key a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a crooked dagger (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) 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 "Psst! Come closer! Hellooooo?" > unlock door with nasty-looking key Which do you mean, the tunnel exit door or the tunnel door? >tunnel door (first taking the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew)) You unlock the tunnel door. "Psst! Hey you! Over here! You're not deaf, are you?" >e (first opening the tunnel door) Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) A smell like a used kitchen sponge assaults your nose as you pass through the door. You can feel your breath rattle in your lungs. There's something wrong with the air. You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >save Ok. >e (first opening the east door) It seems to be locked. >* We all know and love Mathbrush, of course! You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >x east door Featureless except for a faint rune scratched into its center, this antediluvian door almost disappears into the surrounding wall. Underneath the rune is a keyhole. Strangely enough, the door's obsidian surface doesn't match the tunnel walls. >x obsidian Featureless except for a faint rune scratched into its center, this antediluvian door almost disappears into the surrounding wall. Underneath the rune is a keyhole. Strangely enough, the door's obsidian surface doesn't match the tunnel walls. >* I'm kinda trying to match up my map, but let's try to solve the room first You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >x me The subject under observation is taciturn, reserved. The face is lost in the shadows. A glint in the eye--madness? Genius? Or a dim reflection from a glassy stare? >* I like that! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* let me do the other X MEs That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >w Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Psst! This way! Can you hear?" >nw Tunnel Entrance (Grueslayer) The ladder leading down the funnel ends here at a brick wall with one or two interesting features. Only a little light shines through the funnel and bathes the surroundings in eerie shadows. The ground seems to be made up of treaded down dirt. A masoned, semi-circular tunnel leads southeast, the walls made up from the same musty red bricks as the wall marking its end. The tunnel is about six feet high. Rolled up on the ground in the southwestern corner is a hobo who declared this tunnel his bedroom. >u Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >u Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >u You can't go that way. >x me You imagine that you have that wide-eyed look that Peter always says you get when you are worried, but there isn't a mirror nearby to confirm. Probably for the best - you drove through most of the night to get to Backwater and haven't slept. >n Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is open. On the altar are a collection plate (in which is a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)) and a lockbox (empty). >x me You look like you don't belong here. >e Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >u You mount the ladder, making sure your feet catch each rung, and climb to the ceiling don't look down! through the square opening... Steeple (Michael D. Hilborn) Disjointed and decaying pillars of wood form the arches that make up the walls of the church's steeple. The arches, open to the sky, tower over you, ending in a webwork of thick rafters which support the belfry above and ultimately the church's spire. A series of ropes slither down from those rafters, centered over a square hole in the floor that leads down into the bowels of the church. A misshapen mass slumps in one corner of the steeple. >x me A lady of stature, at least in this neck of the woods. Thanks to your marriage to Peter, you're part of the eminent Cragne family now. >d Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >out Church Exterior (Andy Holloway) The gravel road curves here past the doors of an old stone church, which squats defeatedly amid a few straggly trees. Behind it, to the northeast, you can see the first few stones of a modest graveyard. To the east the road narrows to cross a small bridge into the village proper; to the north, it crests the hill toward the train station. A noncorporeal trolley stop sign reads Gold Line -- Church. >in Narthex (Hanon Ondricek) The narthex extends the width of the church. Despite the gloominess, it's not that unwelcoming except for the eye-watering pattern of industrial linoleum floor tiles. They checkerboard underfoot in grayish green and grayish white squares with dark speckles, stopping only at the margin marked by a wall border at waist level. The chapel proper opens to the west and a set of double doors leads out of the building. Two side by side openings lead in to restrooms. A collection of framed photos is arranged on one wall, and a woodstained ladder bolted nearby leads up through a square opening in the ceiling. >w Chapel (s. hammack) [Score: 1] You are in the main worship area of the church. Whom or what this chapel is used to worship is not immediately apparent. The accommodations are fairly modest: several rows of pews face toward the west end of the room, where a pulpit stands in front of an altar. In the corner of the room is a cheap-looking electric organ. The one lavish decoration is an elaborate stained glass window taking up most of the wall behind the altar. The vestibule is to the east. On the southern wall is a wooden door, which is open. On the altar are a collection plate (in which is a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)) and a lockbox (empty). >take wad Taken. >s Church Office (Llew Mason) The church office is a tiny windowless room. Stark whitewashed brick walls close in on all sides beneath a low vaulted ceiling. There is something fundamentally wrong with the architecture in here. Lines that should be parallel or perpendicular seem ever so slightly off, making you feel distinctly uneasy. An enormous desk overflowing with stacked papers takes up most of one side of the room. Stairs lead down, and the church itself is accessible through the door at the north end of the room. >d Church Basement (Sean M. Shore) A small wall-mounted sodium lamp bathes this area in a sickly yellow light, and produces a faint buzz that reverberates off the close, mildewed walls. This is an unfinished, spidery basement, damp and dank and one might even say disused, but on further inspection, that may not be the case. Some obviously dangerous wooden stairs ascend grudgingly, and an opening in the floor gives way to the tunnel below. In one corner is a huge Panasonic TV/VCR combo, probably from about five years ago. Next to it is a stack of VHS tapes. Some discarded clothes litter the floor. You can also see tape 8, a power cord and a mannequin here. >d Tunnel Entrance (Grueslayer) The ladder leading down the funnel ends here at a brick wall with one or two interesting features. Only a little light shines through the funnel and bathes the surroundings in eerie shadows. The ground seems to be made up of treaded down dirt. A masoned, semi-circular tunnel leads southeast, the walls made up from the same musty red bricks as the wall marking its end. The tunnel is about six feet high. Rolled up on the ground in the southwestern corner is a hobo who declared this tunnel his bedroom. >d You can't go that way. >se Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Hey, you! I'm waiting! Yoohooo?" >e Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >smell It smells like a dirty kitchen sponge. >* evocative That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x walls These heavy stone brick walls are seeping with moisture. >x moisture Water is seeping from the stone walls and puddling on the ground. A ghastly spectral cuckoo flies out of the round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) and announces, "The time is now one o'clock!" before vanishing into thin air. >taste it Your throat burns with fire but your eyes behold a glorious light. The room lifts in the air as your soul crumbles into dozens of smaller pieces. You become one with the countless others trapped in the slime of the Cyst. In a horrifying way, it feels good. *** You are one. *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, UNDO the last command or TAKE BACK the action that sealed your fate (for when UNDO is not enough)? > undo Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) [Previous turn undone.] >* oh hey this is the cyst we need for the ritual, seems like! You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >* or at least related to it That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >* see, licking random stuff has lots of upsides You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >x sarcophagus A stone coffin of ancient and exquisite craftsmanship that has somehow gone terribly wrong. The coffin is seamed with cracks and rifts, out of which ooze foul-smelling black slime. The floor around the coffin is crusted with years worth of dried slime. The sarcophagus contains a single dark keyhole in its center. >l Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >x slime The black slime oozes form the sarcophagus and onto the floor. It reeks. >touch slime It sticks to your fingers before pulling away. >x keyhole (the foul sarcophagus) A stone coffin of ancient and exquisite craftsmanship that has somehow gone terribly wrong. The coffin is seamed with cracks and rifts, out of which ooze foul-smelling black slime. The floor around the coffin is crusted with years worth of dried slime. The sarcophagus contains a single dark keyhole in its center. >x dark keyhole A stone coffin of ancient and exquisite craftsmanship that has somehow gone terribly wrong. The coffin is seamed with cracks and rifts, out of which ooze foul-smelling black slime. The floor around the coffin is crusted with years worth of dried slime. The sarcophagus contains a single dark keyhole in its center. >open sarcophagus It resists being opened. It must still be locked. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a jackalope. Images of strange hybrids mean that some challenges in your current environment can be defeated with what you already possess, while others will require outside assistance. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >* ....key-scumming it is That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >x keys The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. In the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) is a frosty blue key. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x key Which do you mean, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), the intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew), the frosty blue key or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >unlock east door with origami key As you attempt to use the origami key, it catches and unfolds; you try to refold it but you just mess it up more, and pretty soon all you have is a hopelessly creased square of paper. >undo Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) [Previous turn undone.] >* OK I think that one and the frost key are joke keys You can't see that. Or can you? The smell is getting to you. >i You are carrying: a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) 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) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) a large brass key (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 brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew) a gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) a silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew) an intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) 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 sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew) a sinister iron key (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) an ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew) a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew) a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew) a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew) some charred newspaper clippings (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew) a round white wall clock (smelling faintly of mildew) a small rusty iron key (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 metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew) an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) a broken knife handle (smelling faintly of mildew) a thin steel key (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 white key (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) a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (open) a frosty blue key a long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a crooked dagger (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) 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 > x keys The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. In the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) is a frosty blue key. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x key Which do you mean, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), the intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew), the frosty blue key or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >unlock sarcophagus with small rusty iron key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with small rusty iron key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with splintery wooden key You stick the old wooden key into the lock and try to turn it, but it splinters and falls apart into uselessness. Whatever that would've opened, it's never going to open it now. >undo Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) [Previous turn undone.] >* Yup, another non-option You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >unlock east door with ornate bronze key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock sarcophagus with ornate bronze key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with silver and ivory key You slide the silver and ivory key into the keyhole and try to turn it. It won't budge, but when you try to remove it, you hand starts to burn. You jerk your hand away. In the center of you palm, a grinning black skull has been branded in the flesh. You start to feel dizzy, and then all at once your skull explodes, spraying blasphemous lava in every direction and killing you instantly. *** YOU'RE DEAD *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, UNDO the last command or TAKE BACK the action that sealed your fate (for when UNDO is not enough)? > undo Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) [Previous turn undone.] >unlock sarcophagus with silver and ivory key You slide the silver and ivory key into the keyhole and try to turn it. It won't budge, but when you try to remove it, you hand starts to burn. You jerk your hand away. In the center of you palm, a grinning black skull has been branded in the flesh. You start to feel dizzy, and then all at once your skull explodes, spraying blasphemous lava in every direction and killing you instantly. *** YOU'RE DEAD *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, UNDO the last command or TAKE BACK the action that sealed your fate (for when UNDO is not enough)? > undo Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) [Previous turn undone.] >unlock sarcophagus with large brass key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with large brass key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with bronze key green with age You can't see that. Or can you? The smell is getting to you. >unlock east door with bronze key green from age That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock sarcophagus with bronze key green from age That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >w Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Hey! C'mere! Can you hear?" >drop all keys Dropped. "Psst! Hey! This way! Hellooooo?" >l Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. You can also see a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is a frosty blue key) here. "Hey, you! C'mere! You're not deaf, are you?" >drop keys The jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) is already here. "Psst! Hey you! Over here! Can you hear me?" >drop key Which do you mean, the frosty blue key, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), the intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >all frosty blue key: You haven't got that. 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. intricately folded origami key (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. splintery wooden 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. "Psst! This way! Hellooooo?" >e Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >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. >* sigh That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >w Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. You can also 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 splintery wooden 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), an intricately folded origami key (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) and a jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) (in which is a frosty blue key) here. "Hey! Over here! Yoohooo?" >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. splintery wooden 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. intricately folded origami key (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. frosty blue key: Picking up the frosty key with your unprotected hand, it melts immediately into nothingness. Hopefully you won't need that in the future... "Psst! Hey! This way! Can you hear?" >undo Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) [Previous turn undone.] >take all except frosty 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. splintery wooden 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. intricately folded origami key (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. "Psst! Hey! Come closer! You're not deaf, are you?" >e Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >w Subterranean tunnel (Drew M) Your light reflects off the cold, shin-deep water. Tiny shadows jump and skitter away from you, making it hard to tell where the walls end and the wildlife begins. The tunnel continues off to the northwest. To the east lies a door. The way back to the surface lies above. To the north, the stones have recessed to form an alcove a few feet deep. A weird woman waves and watches you wantonly from the wall. "Hey, you! This way! Yoohooo?" >e Narrow Straits (Mathbrush) You find yourself in a dark, narrow space between two stone walls. Moisture condenses from the ceiling and drips down the stone bricks to the floor. Doors are east and west. A foul sarcophagus occupies almost all of the space, leaving you cramped against the walls. >x keys The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. In the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) is a frosty blue key. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >save Ok. >x keys The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. In the jar of old keys (smelling faintly of mildew) is a frosty blue key. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x key Which do you mean, the frosty blue key, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), the intricately folded origami key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the splintery wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >unlock sarcophagus with sinister iron key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with sinister iron key That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >unlock east door with frosty blue key (first taking the frosty blue key) Picking up the frosty key with your unprotected hand, it melts immediately into nothingness. Hopefully you won't need that in the future... >* let's just get rid of these That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >unlock east door with splintery You stick the old wooden key into the lock and try to turn it, but it splinters and falls apart into uselessness. Whatever that would've opened, it's never going to open it now. >unlock east door with origami As you attempt to use the origami key, it catches and unfolds; you try to refold it but you just mess it up more, and pretty soon all you have is a hopelessly creased square of paper. >x coffee The swirls in your cup form a cronut. Images of strange hybrids mean that some challenges in your current environment can be defeated with what you already possess, while others will require outside assistance. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x keys The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there. A faint smell of mildew emanates from it. >x key Which do you mean, the nasty-looking key (smelling faintly of mildew), the key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), the aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew), the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), the brass winding key (smelling faintly of mildew), the silver and ivory key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sturdy key (smelling faintly of mildew), the sinister iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the ornate bronze key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), the small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), the Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), the thin steel key (smelling faintly of mildew), the white key (smelling faintly of mildew) or the long wooden key (smelling faintly of mildew)? >unlock east door with nasty-looking key You unlock the east door. >x coffee The clouds 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. >* Oh, OK You can't see whom to talk to, but be assured that they can see you. >e (first opening the east door) 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. >* Figures, they match up You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >save Ok. >* I think we can wrap up, but let's cruise around and see where we'll go next You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >ne 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. A ghostly trolley stop sign reads Black Line -- Underground. >u 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. >n 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. >w Wine Cellar (Nathaniel Edwards) You feel cool air swirling around you as you stand in the manor's wine cellar. Stone floors, stone walls, and dim lighting keep the household's dwindling wine collection fresh and oaky. A large wooden wine rack covers one entire wall of the room, but with only a few bottles left on it. You can see a door to the west Another exit leads east. You count four bottles of wine lingering on the wine rack. Each bottle has a different name, all either Italian or faux Italian: the Piccoli Uomini Blu, the Prurito Notturno, the Lettera Segreta and the Isole Perdute. You can see a wine cask here. >w Your ears pop and you stumble as you step across the threshold, reeling in a momentary gravitational slippage. Laboratory (Michael Gentry) Hard, white light reflected from steel walls pricks painfully at your eyes. Through the glare you can make out the implements of some sort of laboratory, squirming sculptures of metal and glass dripping curdled fluids and spurting foul-smelling puffs of steam. A way out lies east, but otherwise there seem to be no other exits from this place. The author is here, hunched over and fidgeting intently with a roiling knot of impossible space that floats in the middle of the room. >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. The impossible space morphs itself into the shape of something crouched and predatory. As though in a trance, the author moves his hands across the surface of the impossible space. "Should, uh, probably punch up this sentence . . ." he says. "But that would, uh, cut off this part of the map . . ." >i You are carrying: 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 wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew) a big slice of cold pizza (smelling faintly of mildew) a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) some mildewed leather gloves a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew) a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew) a pair of blue cloth slippers (smelling faintly of mildew) a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew) a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew) a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew) loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew) a clipboard (smelling faintly of mildew) some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew) a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew) a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew) a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew) a library card (smelling faintly of mildew) Peter's jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew) a trolley schedule (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 (open) 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) the second candle (smelling faintly of mildew) the first candle (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 suitcase (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) a golden eyepiece (smelling faintly of mildew) an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed) a repaired page (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 gold jacket (smelling faintly of mildew) a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew) a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew) a dull machete (smelling faintly of mildew) a Carfax gig poster (smelling faintly of mildew) a vintage Black Sabbath tee shirt (smelling faintly of mildew) an ornate metallic box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty) 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) some charred newspaper clippings (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 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) a whole large reddish-orange pumpkin (smelling faintly of mildew) a crooked dagger (smelling faintly of mildew) some Nilla wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a box of Nilla Wafers (smelling faintly of mildew) a wine bottle (smelling faintly of mildew) Limerickus Dirtius (smelling faintly of mildew) a stubby pencil (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 cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew) 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 >* Maybe we needed the pencil to write our way out? We'll see next time! That verb doesn't work here, or, at least, not right now, but it might work somewhere later. >