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Jacqueline says (to olethros), "That's what we said."
Taleslinger says, "I'm pretty sure you have to sniff coca to fight the depression."
olethros says, "there is no coca"
Jacqueline asks (of maga), "Do we have all the drugs?"
olethros says, "peyote will be a nice trip"
Taleslinger says, "The stuff on the table."
Brad says (to olethros), "It's in the envelope."
inky asks, "have we looked at the concerning immortality thing?"
Otto asks, "are there more rooms to explore, except this gap ?"
inky says, "maybe that is what we're supposed to work on"
olethros asks, "oh, how do I recap?"
Brad says (to Otto), "Once."
maga says (to floyd), "open sachet"
Floyd | You open the paper sachet, revealing coca powder.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd |
Floyd | A dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to olethros), "I think you can .floyd recap 10"
Taleslinger says, "This conversation could be taken from a DEA bug."
Bishop says, "I would expect there to be some hashish somewhere, as long as we're going with period 'exotic substances'."
Jacqueline says, "Gosh, I post this transcript to my web site and the Fed bots will be searching my site. Excellent, given my line of work. heh"
olethros asks, "what is the rapping?"
olethros asks, "> LISTEN ?"
maga says, "we did that last time; we couldn't place it"
olethros says, "(or does it refer to songs)"
Taleslinger says, "maybe taking something in RL might help? :-)"
Taleslinger says, "Maybe there is a place we haven't figured out yet. Where the tapping#s come from."
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 | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd |
Floyd | A dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Otto says, "I'm eating pepper right know, but it doesn't help"
Jacqueline asks, "Is the rapping even real, or in our head?"
Brad says (to Taleslinger), "That's why I said >se"
olethros asks, "have we examined the couch?"
Jacqueline says (to Otto), "haha"
maga says (to floyd), "se"
Floyd |
Floyd | Hallway
Floyd | Stone columns, either side of the northwest arch to your study, brace
Floyd | the ceiling, whose upper reaches are lost in darkness that your lamp
Floyd | cannot pierce. The hallway winds deeper into the tower to the
Floyd | northeast; but a faint wisp of draft seeps in from the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | A dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Or searched the couch?"
olethros says (to floyd), "I"
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | opium resin
Floyd | an opium pipe
Floyd | a peyote button
Floyd | Concerning Immortality
Floyd | an oil-lamp (providing light)
Floyd | a paper sachet (which is open)
Floyd | coca powder
Floyd | a gold ring (being worn)
Floyd |
Floyd | A dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Wow, there's really some lovely detail here. What awards did this win at the time?"
Jacqueline goes to look it up.
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 dull, dark weariness drifts over you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says, "XYZZY finalist, Best PC/Puzzles/Setting"
inky says, "hmm"
Taleslinger says, "Impressive."
inky says, "I guess we need the right drugs to understand the book"
Floyd | A simple gold band, inscribed with the one word, "Lenore".
Floyd |
Floyd | A quiet knocking reverberates through the walls.
Floyd |
Floyd | The sense of awful weariness grows stronger and heavier every moment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bishop says, "But it placed kinda eh in the comp, as I recall."
Taleslinger says (to floyd), "sniff coca"
Floyd | You inhale a quantity of coca powder.