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Floyd |
Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop asks, "'Exotic substances', eh?"
Jacqueline says, "Heh"
Brad says (to floyd), "x immortality"
Floyd | "Some Thoughts Concerning Immortality and The Means Thereof", by
Floyd | Ambrosius of Cyrene (a copy, not the original, as the pages of this
Floyd | slim volume date no earlier than the fifteenth century). A most
Floyd | difficult book, but you have returned to its pages many times; surely,
Floyd | the key to the whole process must be here, if only you could read its
Floyd | meaning.
Floyd |
Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says, "damn tootin'"
Taleslinger says, "I now that poem by hear, but the games has some differences, right="
inky says, "this game is all about the illegal substances"
inky says (to Taleslinger), "yeah, it's at best "loosely inspired" by the poem"
Rob . o O ( look behind couch. look under couch. search couch. )
maga says (to floyd), "x coca"
Floyd | A white powder consisting of an extract of the South American coca
Floyd | leaf, which an acquaintance in Mexico has found a new process of
Floyd | refining.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop says (to floyd), "Snort coke"
Floyd | [snort -> short]
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to short.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Rob), "noooo"
Bishop says, "How disappointing."
Jacqueline says, "ha"
maga says (to floyd), "sniff coca"
Floyd | You inhale a quantity of coca powder.
Floyd |
Floyd | A sense of raw alertness rushes through your nerves, setting them all
Floyd | on edge.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Rob says (to floyd), "x me"
Floyd | You look like a gentleman of ease, but that is not how you feel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | The coca rush fades, but the sense of alertness remains.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop says, "Bah,g uess-the-verb."
Rob asks, "inventory?"
inky says, "I hope we didn't use it all up"
inky says, "we're carrying a gold ring"
Taleslinger says (to floyd), "open window"
Floyd | You swing wide the shutters, letting the cold night air gust into the
Floyd | room.
Floyd |
Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | The curtains move softly, caressed by the breeze.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Gunther says (to floyd), "shoot rapper"
Floyd | [shoot -> short]
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to short.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Gunther), "har"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x curtains"
Floyd | Purple silken curtains hang down each side of the window, and extend
Floyd | around the room to soften the harsh stonework. A cold draft from the
Floyd | window is billowing the curtains outward into the room, leaving a
Floyd | slight gap between them and the wall.
Floyd |
Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | The curtains move softly, caressed by the breeze.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says (to floyd), "x lamp"
Floyd | An oil-lamp of copper and glass, warm to the touch and old as time.
Floyd | Like the desk it is a family heirloom, predating perhaps even the tower
Floyd | itself. It burns with a soft, subtle light, casting strange shadows in
Floyd | all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd | An icy gust from the window sends the curtains reeling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "look in gap"
Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop says (to floyd), "close window"