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Absynth
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Joined: 08 Jun 2007
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Quote:

Your habit of staying informed serves you here, and you recognize what the conspirators must have been talking about. This might be useful information.
Also possibly useful information is that they still plan to meet on Saturday night. Is that this Saturday night? Or next Saturday night? They weren't clear.

But there is something else to distract you right now � a sound coming from behind the bar. It's a slight rustling, as though something is sifting through some papers. You walk over to inspect.

There are lots of pages of notes drawn on sticky pads and napkins, and there are several glasses of unfinished whiskey. Then, to your surprise, you find a tiny kitten!

She's fluffy and gray with white feet. She's also mostly transparent � another ghost. The kitten sees you and instantly begins to purr, rubbing her cold, soft body against you and a bottle of liquor, nearly knocking the latter over.

You look at what she was doing before you found her. It seems she was chewing on a piece of paper. You pick it up.

There is a drawing of what looks like several trees in a circle and a giant lizard with a crown. At the top it reads, WANING.

My Reply:
Thankfully the histamines emitted from ghost kittens are not nearly as bad as the ones from real kittens... "Look what the cat dragged in," I mutter in an attempt to use witty banter to lighten my mood. "Nice kitty, thanks for digging up some dirt for me. Anything you need?"

Realizing I've had conversations with much stranger things than this, I play it cool and pick up the book that my new friend, Mr. Nibbles was chewing on. I examine the book carefully and even ask the cat if there is anything I should worry about. Hefting it up, I make a passing Jim Morrison joke, noticing the crowned reptile on the cover, but the cat does not seem amused.

I open up the book and see what lies in store for me in the pages of this tome...

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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:33 am

kolixela
Unfettered

Joined: 23 Aug 2007
Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

FractalP wrote:

Noooo, they're burning! Stupid alarm not going off Sad

So I pretty much have too choices right now: get the hell out of the suboven, or pull everything out of the fridge and hide in there.

Hey, if it can protect you from a nuclear detonation... Razz

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:50 am

kolixela
Unfettered

Joined: 23 Aug 2007
Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

Transition's Day

Quote:

The doctor definitely has a strange set of abilities. She is, you assume, a physician. She clearly can handle a sword. And perhaps in addition she can read your mind� or maybe that was just a coincidence.

You decide to take her advice anyway. Taking the match you found earlier, you grab a chair and reach up to the ceiling where you notice there is a trap door. With great upper body strength, you hoist yourself into the darkness. There, you strike the match against the floor, careful to avoid setting anything on fire, and a little light flickers in your hand. You don't have long before it burns down, so you look around quickly.

What you see shocks you. This attic is filled with all manner of weapons, from bows and arrows (hundreds of them) to swords, from to whips to poison darts. Each weapon has a slight glow to it as if it is otherworldly in its own, special way. There is even a coat of armor here.

The match fizzles and goes out. You are alone in the attic.

My Response

Quote:

As the match burns down I immediately close my eyes, taking a moment to focus I work my way back through what I saw before the match burned away. I carefully move over to the suit of armor, being the only armor I saw in the room I gather it up and move it back next to the door so that it's quickly available if needed. I then pause and meditate for a moment, allowing my mind to recall the bows and arrows I saw, moving towards the area I search slowly for a longbow, aiming for one of a dark hue with a solid curve, stored unstrung, and feel to make sure the bow was cut with the grain of the wood. Having selected a bow I also move about a dozen quivers over to the door. I take a few minutes to organize them so that none fall out but all are within quick reach if needed. I lower a single quiver through the trap door and climb back down with my bow in hand taking time to examine the weapon closely. I make sure to close off the trap door before allowing myself to get distracted by the weapon.

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:01 am

Nessa
Boot

Joined: 15 Jul 2009
Posts: 54
Location: East TN

Just got this because I'm up late. I haven't replied because I have no clue where to go from here. I can't think of any IG reason to turn the stove off. Sad

Fractal, if you throw the whipped cream canister into the larger oven that the room's connected to, the can might explode.

Quote:

Billy's eyes are like two saucers as he nods. He knows them, all right. He's terrified of them.

But before you can get him to say more, Mrs. Swelter crosses to you � it only takes about one step at her size � and shakes your hand in a hefty greeting. "We're so glad you could make it over for tea. Would you mind giving my sister a hand in the kitchen?"

Billy won't let go of you. Mrs. Swelter notices that and says, "Billy, you may go with our guest. Go on," she says in a deep voice that is sweeter than chocolate.

Miss Sepsis waits for you at the oven. "I can't reach the cabinet," she says from where she stands. "My legs are so frail sometimes it's hard to stretch. Would you mind?" She flicks a switch on the oven.

Something is obviously wrong, but you'll have to think this one through before making a decision about what to do.

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 2:26 am

WolfHawk
Entrenched

Joined: 15 Nov 2006
Posts: 1247
Location: St. Louis

Uh oh, I seem to be in a bit of a pickle.

Quote:

You think of the pizza and long for a beer. That only makes you laugh harder. It's starting to hurt now, but everything is so funny you can't help it.

In an attempt to distract yourself you notice the two books, Most Serious Stories Ever and Don't Believe This. You decide, nearly falling over in a fit of painful hilarity, to examine Don't Believe This.

Page 1: It is impossible to clean dirty laundry when you are wearing it. The last thing one should ever do is request soap from a ghost who may be carrying it.

That's probably the funniest thing you have ever read. Your eyes spill tears onto the pages as you go on.

Page 2: There is no way to reverse funny powder poisoning. Reading serious stories will do nothing to prevent its effects from taking over your life and destroying you completely.

They might as well have called this book Silliest Words Ever Written. You can hardly breathe, and your sides are absolutely splitting.

Page 3: Contrary to popular belief, the sacrifice of two travelers and a ghost's soul is not required in order to overthrow Transition Village's rule.

This is becoming a problem. Could anyone have possibly written anything funnier? Arrested with laughter, you drop the book and fall to your knees. Something has to happen soon, or you really might suffocate on your own amusement.

I've been poisoned!! Funny powder? And it can't be reversed?! Am I to be killed off so soon??!! What to do, what to do. *pulling on thinking cap*

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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 2:57 am

Nessa
Boot

Joined: 15 Jul 2009
Posts: 54
Location: East TN

WolfHawk wrote:

Uh oh, I seem to be in a bit of a pickle.

Quote:

I've been poisoned!! Funny powder? And it can't be reversed?! Am I to be killed off so soon??!! What to do, what to do. *pulling on thinking cap*

I just want to point out that the book's title is "Don't Believe This". Everything in there is probably completely opposite to the truth. Surprised

Which is helpful to yourself (read the serious stories!) and the people currently wearing dirty laundry, and pretty darn interesting for the game at large. Sacrifices?!

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:08 am

WolfHawk
Entrenched

Joined: 15 Nov 2006
Posts: 1247
Location: St. Louis

DOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I feel dumb!

Thanks!!!

Here is my response:

Quote:

On my hands and knees tears making a puddle on the polished wood floor I try desperately to get control of my brain long enough to think. It is nearly a losing battle. There was something...what was it? Heaving for breath I slap through the pages of the book again.

"Page 2: There is no way to reverse funny powder poisoning. Reading serious stories will do nothing to prevent its effects from taking over your life and destroying you completely."

Ah! There it is!!! Serious Stories. I paw around for the other toe-breaking tome and drag it toward me. Quickly I begin flipping through the pages. But OH NO!! I can't read through my tears! Snuffling and gasping I rip out a page and wipe my eyes. I run my eyes over the text before the tears start up again.

Immediately I begin regaining control. My breathing slows, the tears dry up and I silently thank the Voice of Reason that whispered in my ear reminding me of the book title.

Wanting to take full advantage of the literature available to me through this library I remember that I Am Here For A Reason. One which I have yet to discover�unless�surely I wasn't intended to be the comic relief!!

Hurriedly I snatch the soggy book page and a life bead and make a beeline for the door.

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The light at the end of the tunnel may be the headlight of an oncoming train.

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:16 am

Lairosiel
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Joined: 29 Apr 2008
Posts: 401
Location: Berlin/Passau

Quote:

"Tell him to stay away from ovens," the ghost voice says. "Tell him to find his mother and go into hiding. Tell him they're waiting in the museum."
You nod. It's a little awkward talking to someone you can't see, especially when he's so much taller than you.
"Give him this," the voice says, and then he's gone.
A slingshot appears at your feet.
You're alone in the house.

wow finally I can leave the room, at least I hope so lol

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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 5:55 am

Turducken
Decorated

Joined: 10 Jun 2009
Posts: 273
Location: REACHing for September 14th

Last night's response from TV:

Quote:

The interrogators seem to have jolted your memory. They're talking about Erdu, that jerk you rode in the car with to get here! Desperate to clarify things before someone hits you again, you explain the situation. The ghosts stand back and listen. Do they believe you?

When you finish, the smaller one asks, "So you say he didn't come in with you?"

Then the larger one says, "But there's another person in here. Maybe she knows something."

"Tell you what," the smaller ghost says. "We're going to take your word for it, but we'll only trust you as far as� this string cup phone can go." He holds up two paper cups attached by a long string. You have no idea what this means.

But before you can ask, the smaller ghost attacks the side of your head with one of the cups, forcing it inside your ear. Then he takes a look at you.

"There," he says. "You should be just fine."

You notice that the string has vanished, though you can still feel it tugging from inside your head. It is far from comfortable.

"Now, go find Erdu. If you try to get away or do anything funny�" the smaller ghost trails off while the larger ghost cracks his knuckles.

A door opens at the other end of the room, and both ghosts wait for you to leave

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:43 am

FSURobbie
Guest

TV's update for today:

Quote:

That old ghost is so going to regret this once you're through. She has messed with the wrong professor. You adjust your fedora and wrinkle your nose against the stench that wafts upward to your nostrils every time you move, and you step into the hallway.

There is one door to your right. To your left, there are four more doors. There is also a stairway leading down across the hallway to your left.

Now. Where is that servant she wanted you to find?

My reply:

Quote:

Looking around I experience a rare feeling...Indecision. There are so many paths to take and I find myself completely unsure of which route to take. I debate for a few minutes which door to go through...Perhaps the stairway is the best way to go?

Frustrated I give up and decide to let someone else make the decision for me.

"Hello, is anyone here?" I bellow out with my hands around my mouth. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait...Ah yes, that's the ticket!

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:59 pm

ironnikki
Unfettered

Joined: 13 Jul 2009
Posts: 502
Location: Iowa City, IA

Alright, here we go:

Transition Village wrote:

As you turn toward the stairs, the door behind you opens, and the professor steps outside. He smells like rotten eggs. Looks like he didn't take your advice. Oh, well.

You walk down to the next level.

The stairway behind you (where you came from) leads up. A stairway in front of you leads down. To your right are three doors, and to your left is one door. At the far end of the hallway are more stairs, one set going up (presumably to the same level as the stairs near you), and one set going down (again, presumably to the same level as the stairs near you).

"Hey, man. What's going on?"

A ghost appears at your side. He's a young man in a flannel shirt, and he looks quite friendly. It only takes him a second to notice how awful you smell, though.

"Man, smells like you been swimming with a dead crocodile in a garbage pool," he says. "You look like you're in worse shape than me, but maybe we can help each other out. Is there anything I can lend my ghostly hand to? I can be real helpful."

My reply:

Quote:

"I tried to warn him," I think to myself, pitying the professor. "Maybe the servant girl can do his laundry too?"

Turning to the ghost, I respond "Yeah, it looks like I got myself into a bit of a mess. Does the car freshener help at all?" Seeing his disgusted face, I continue, "I guess not. Actually, there is something you can help me with. But first, introductions: Around here, I go by ironnikki, but you can just call me Iron. Or Nikki. Or whatever you want, really. What's your name?" After listening politely, I forge ahead: "I found myself in the servant quarters upstairs a little while ago, and was beset upon by the ghost of an elderly woman. She insisted that I was her servant, replaced my clothing with these putrid rags, and demanded that I find her servant girl. I don't suppose you happen to know where this girl might be hiding, do you?"

That bit in "Don't Believe This" about laundry sounds particularly of interest to you and I, Robbie. Looks like we need to find some soap. Hopefully this ghost is as helpful as he claims to be.

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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:56 pm

FSURobbie
Guest

ironnikki wrote:

That bit in "Don't Believe This" about laundry sounds particularly of interest to you and I, Robbie. Looks like we need to find some soap. Hopefully this ghost is as helpful as he claims to be.

Sounds like the ghost Randy, in which case, he's solid. I'm in the hallway, I'll join you.

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:05 pm

ironnikki
Unfettered

Joined: 13 Jul 2009
Posts: 502
Location: Iowa City, IA

FSURobbie wrote:

ironnikki wrote:

That bit in "Don't Believe This" about laundry sounds particularly of interest to you and I, Robbie. Looks like we need to find some soap. Hopefully this ghost is as helpful as he claims to be.

Sounds like the ghost Randy, in which case, he's solid. I'm in the hallway, I'll join you.

Ah, that makes sense. I hadn't thought of that. I wonder if I bring up some aspect of PT if he might remember it?

Noir, it looks like you may have found the servant girl that I'm supposed to be looking for. Guess I should have searched the room a bit more thoroughly before leaving, haha.

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Played: Intimation, Purity Towers, Vanessa Atalanta (sort of), TV III

Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:31 am

urthstripe
Entrenched

Joined: 31 Aug 2004
Posts: 1113
Location: Atlanta, GA

Halp!

Quote:

You pick up the life bead and place it in your pocket.

Samuel turns to you. He is licking his fingers after eating what looks like a large pie in one bite. He asks what you have found so far.

To your astonishment, Samuel begins to grow. A lot. Quickly. You scramble out of the way, looking over at the bar to see what he just ate. There is a label on the floor that appears to have fallen off of the pie plate. It reads Caterlice, but you've never heard of that before. If only you knew what it meant.

The walls begin to creak as Samuel's arms press against them. You look around for something to stop him from getting any larger. There is a goblet of blue liquid on the bar.

I'm thinking about force feeding him the blue liquid, but what does Caterlice mean?

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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:35 am

kolixela
Unfettered

Joined: 23 Aug 2007
Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

The Village today

Quote:

Working in the dark, you arrange the weapons and armor you may need so that you can reach them if you need them later. Then you select the perfect weapon for yourself, and you climb back down to the main house. You're about to inspect the lovely craftsmanship when �

"Did you fix the mace yet?"

It's the hulking ghost from before. He eyes the lilac on your shirt.

My Reply

Quote:

I jump a little, startled by the reappearance of the ghost.

"Ah yes, the horseshoe and spiked ball, fashioned into a mace. Yes, the work has been completed." I direct the ghost to the mace.

"I do apologize, I failed to ask your name the last time we spoke, might I ask it now?" I inquire as the ghost examines the mace, noting his reaction to the lilac I move to the cabinet on the far side of the room as I talk. I take the stale cookies from the cabinet as an excuse for my change in location, once I have gotten the cookies I begin to check the bow, examining the craftsmanship.

Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:52 am

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