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Floyd | You pull the shutters closed, sealing out the cold night air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "look behind curtains"
Floyd | The curtains are flush against the stone walls, concealing whatever
Floyd | might be there.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says (to floyd), "take lamp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Taleslinger says, "Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter..."
inky says (to Floyd), "open window. look behind curtains"
Floyd | You swing wide the shutters, letting the cold night air gust into the
Floyd | room.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd |
Floyd | The curtains move softly, caressed by the breeze.
Floyd | There seems to be a substantial gap between the curtains and the stone
Floyd | wall, into which with a little effort you could insinuate yourself.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd |
Floyd | The curtains move softly, caressed by the breeze.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Gunther says (to floyd), "open door"
Floyd | The archway is open, and will remain so.
Floyd |
Floyd | A quiet knocking reverberates through the walls.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Taleslinger says (to floyd), "listen"
Floyd | It is hard to pinpoint the sound; it seems to shift as you listen.
Floyd |
Floyd | The curtains move softly, caressed by the breeze.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Otto says (to floyd), "touch curtains"
Rob says, "and mama in her kerchief and I in my cap"
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "ok, I dunno what now"
Jacqueline says (to floyd), "enter gap"
Floyd | You step cautiously behind the curtains...
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind the Curtains
Floyd | Here behind the curtains, you have discovered a tiny alcove of
Floyd | stonework, hidden from the rest of your study. The purple silk billows
Floyd | out around you, dim firelight casting strange disturbing shadows onto
Floyd | the ancient masonry. Old memories rise, of hiding here as a child while
Floyd | your father worked at his books. Those days are long gone, but
Floyd | something urges you to stay and watch the play of light and colour.
Floyd |
Floyd | A quiet knocking reverberates through the walls.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop says (to Taleslinger), "I'm operating under the assumption we don't actually _want_ that squawky bastard in our study."
inky says, "oh, I didn't realize it was a big opening"
maga says (to floyd), "stand"
Floyd |
Floyd | Study
Floyd | Stone walls, wreathed in shadows and velvet curtains, rise into the
Floyd | gloom overhead. The old oak writing desk -- once your father's, now
Floyd | your own -- is wedged beneath the window lattice, with a velvet couch
Floyd | before it. A low fire smoulders in its ancient hearth. To the
Floyd | southeast, a bust of Pallas sits atop an arch with darkness beyond.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says (to floyd), "x fire"
Floyd | The fire has burned low in the great stone hearth, and is now little
Floyd | more than a softly glowing bed of embers, radiating amber light and a
Floyd | comfortable warmth.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says (to floyd), "x pallas"
Floyd | The eyes of Pallas, Greek goddess of Wisdom, stare back at you from
Floyd | white unblinking marble, under locks of pale sculpted hair. She of all
Floyd | the Classical pantheon was your patron; though now after the horror
Floyd | your studies have wrought, it is hard to look her in the face.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Rob says (to alex), "touch couch"
Taleslinger says, "Huh, didn't think of that."
Rob says, "oops floyd"
Jacqueline says (to Rob), "Wrong bot."
Rob says, "sigh"