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[You find yourself in . . . what might have been a parlour. Or a living room. Or a sitting room. It's hard to tell, because whatever was here has since been burned to ash. Everything in the room is dilapidated and soggy. There was a chair there in the corner next to what might have been a corner table (with a candle?) on top. There is a burned out fireplace and something round hangs above it. In front of the fireplace is a couch, and a coffee table (?). Then there are several other burned. Shape. Things.
There are a pair of old people sat on the destroyed couch. Well -- dolls of old people, anyway. They are old, and look extremely realistic -- they look sad, but not devastated, sitting in the midst of the broken down room. Both of them have their eyes closed. Beside them on a small, half-burned table is a transistor radio, which is blackened by smoke but may still work.
On the western wall is a door. ]
[You find yourself in a pool hall. Gosh, what a fucking good turn of fortune for you! Unless you're allergic to cigarette smoke as there is a good amount of it hanging in the air. There are six pool tables and over each pool table is a hanging light with a green shade. EVERYTHING HERE LOOKS TOTALLY LEGIT, HUH.
Except for the fact that the pool tables are totally trippy. When you peer into them you'll notice that the green felt appearance of them is actually a thin layer of algae. The tables also have clusters of colored lilypads on top of the algae -- and most likely there are also fish, but you'd have to take a closer look to look for those.
There is a minibar on the east side of the room. There are several bottles of alcohol lined up there, some taps for beer (and soda water if you're A TOOL!1) and also little bowls with peanuts for your snacking on. If you trust eating anything in the seedy pool hall with crazy algae tables.
On the west side of the room is a rack of pool cues set with triangles to arrange the pool balls and little cubes of blue chalk. A clock hangs above the rack.
On the north side is a door. ]
[touching that round thing above the fireplace]
[. . . clearing it off and trying to gently lift it from the fireplace if she can]
Hoh?
Hoh?
Er, hello--
Goodness, this place is in awful shape...!
Goodness, this place is in awful shape...!
This room has already been burned, my normal approach is useless here.
[it's an old clock! it looks more than half damaged, but it does seem to still be working.]
[clock key goes in the clock! . . . twist, twist!]
[are you twisting clockwise or counterclockwise ... ?]
Shhh you know too much.
Hey, in that case, I wonder if we can already "undo" what's been done to the room, hmm.
Hey, in that case, I wonder if we can already "undo" what's been done to the room, hmm.
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