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FractalP
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You take some time to adjust your emotions before finally deciding that, yes, it is best to dispose of both Miss Sepsis and Mrs. Swelter. You will bake The Pies.

But first you want to know who this ghost is.

He smiles politely as you go from enraged to curious to vengeful, and he waits for you to finish. When you do, he answers, "My name is Garden. Mr. Ranged Garden, and I am at your service. Please forgive the nasty encounter that occurred above-oven. In fact, I had not planned on Miss Sepsis stopping you. She surprised me with her sudden show of concern for her homicidal sister, and I had little other choice than to take you with me. Otherwise you might have been taking up a longer residence in this village than you had originally planned."

You gulp. With a closer look, you notice that the ghost is missing his left pinky finger.

"Regarding this room, you are correct. It is difficult for a visitor to comprehend. Let us just understand that Miss Sepsis and I once had an arrangement, and it involved me assisting her with all of her baking needs."

You aren't sure how to take that, but he continues.

"I am able to conjure the ingredients you need, as well as a few ingredients I will need. If you do this for me, I can assure you that neither ghost will survive the experience, and Transition Village will be rid of them for all eternity. I will reward you for your actions. Please feel free to bake the pies now. We should need only two."

You observe your surroundings and see that there is a small pantry, refrigerator, sink, stove, and, yes, oven inside this oven. Everything you need should be here.

I shall have my... revenge! Muaha! Muahahahaha!

Also, the oven inside an oven reminded me of a certain meme, which resulted in this.

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:26 am

shylilembrace
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lol awesome fractal <3 So jealous of all of you

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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:45 am

kolixela
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Location: Gilbert, AZ

FractalP wrote:

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I shall have my... revenge! Muaha! Muahahahaha!

Also, the oven inside an oven reminded me of a certain meme, which resulted in this.

OMG so wrong lol

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:47 am

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

Quote:

I shall have my... revenge! Muaha! Muahahahaha!

Also, the oven inside an oven reminded me of a certain meme, which resulted in this.

lol!

I think my reply is leading me to your house, Fractal. Haven't replied yet because I have stuff to do, but I'll edit this post with my reply later.

Quote:

Using your kindest voice possible, you speak softly to the little boy and ask what is the matter.

He sniffles and wipes his nose on the arm of his dusty shirt. It's then you notice that he's just slightly transparent. This child is a ghost.

"I was over at the doctor's home," he whimpers, "trying to get her to fix me."

The little boy stares at you intently, as if searching for some sign that you understand what he means. You wait. He goes on.

"But the doctor wasn't there. Just this strange lady and a man. And they tried to�" he bursts into tears and throws his arms around you. "You won't let them eat me, will you?"

You're a little taken aback by this news. Something is terribly wrong somewhere, but you aren't sure how to proceed.

"If you could get the doctor to come here, I'd feel safer. Do you know anyone who could get her?"

EDIT: Kolixela, you're a genius! Smile

My reply:

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I put my arms around the kid, rubbing my hand in a circular motion on his back. Whatever he saw, it must've been terrible to put him in such a panic. In feeling sorry for him, I almost forget the inherent oddness of hugging a ghost.

"There, there. I won't let anyone eat you. I promise," I say to the little boy. I let go of him long enough to use the hem of my shirt to wipe the tears from his eyes. "I don't know anyone else in this village, yet. But if you can tell me where else you think the doctor might be, I can try to help. What's your name, sweetie? I'll need to tell the doctor who's waiting for her. Oh- you can call me Nessa, by the way."

The thought of leaving an upset kid, even a ghost kid, alone unsettles me. I stand, gently untangling his arms from around me, and offer him my hand. "You can stay here and wait for me to return if you want to, or you can come with me. I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe."

After hearing his answer, I exit the house in search of this mysterious doctor.

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:48 am
Last edited by Nessa on Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:07 pm; edited 1 time in total

kolixela
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Joined: 23 Aug 2007
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Location: Gilbert, AZ

I know where the Doctor is! Smile

and I think I have found my purpose too Smile

Quote:

After a momentary panic over the nature of your existence, you calm down and get to work. It seems blacksmithing suits you.

First you inquire about the nature of the problem. The lovely ghost replies, "It has a few dents in it, and when I swing it now, the weight is a little off. I'd like to have it in top shape as soon as possible, if you think you can manage it."

Next you ask how her sword came to be so dented. She eyes you for a moment before answering. "The blade came into contact with a few things it couldn't pass through easily," she finally says. "The usual wear and tear, of course. This is a family heirloom."

Something about her hesitant tone tells you there's more to it than that, but instead of pressing further you decide to get her name.

"I am Dr. Athena. It is good to meet such a polite traveler. Tell me," she says, leaning in to whisper. Her white hair brushes the tabletop. "What are your thoughts about the Governor and the way Transition Village is being run?"

Nothing in her eyes suggests what she wants to hear. She stays close, leaning in toward you to wait for your answer.

My Response

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I smile at the fair haired ghost, mentally taking note of the lovely white hair.

"I will endeavor to get this repaired for you right away Dr. Athena" I say with a slight bow, "It's a lovely piece, and a family heirloom at that, I will show it all due respect" It seems maybe blacksmithing does suit me, the honest reverence for the piece carries in my voice.

I pause for a moment, thinking.

"I do apologize Dr. Athena, I don't really know much about the village or the Governor yet" I say honestly, "I just recently arrived here and have had little interaction outside of this room."

I think for a moment

"I can't say I have any complaints about the village or the Governor based on my experiences" I smile slightly and let out a light laugh "I think I much prefer Transition Village to what I was doing before I came here" My eyes darken slightly at the comment, a pause, then I turn back to the Dr with a smile, curious for her reaction

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:55 am

diszaster
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Quote:

Your new friend doesn't say much as you indicate the passenger seat. Instead, it seems you both stare at each other for several minutes without speaking.

Finally, Erdu reaches out of the car, grabs your friend by the shirt, and, with shocking strength, flings your guest into the seat next to you. "Let's get GOING," Erdu says.

You remind the other traveler not to look in the glove compartment, and you head toward the museum.

In a matter of minutes you're there. It is a large, gray building with columns in the middle of an unusually foggy area of Transition Village. You didn't see the museum until you were practically upon it. A sign outside reads, "OPENING SOON."

Erdu smacks the side of the car. "Soon. HA! Not ever, if they keep up what they're doing inside that place." He vanishes. You are alone in the car with another traveler.

Uh... I guess you didn't do a turn, Turducken? :/

edit: and this is my response

Quote:

"Well! We're here!" I announce. Erdu's comment worries me, and I scrawl in my reporter's fieldbook two words: "Sketchy Muzeum."

Glancing over at the somewhat possibly catatonic traveler I picked up by the well, I say, "I'll see you inside, okay?" I worry about him. This doesn't seem like a nice part of town.

But I put the car in park, turn of the engine, and take the keys, slipping them in my pocket. I head confidently up to the Museum's entrance, hoping that someone is there to open the door.

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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 2:23 pm

ironnikki
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Location: Iowa City, IA

Here's what I got back:

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Picking up the freshener that is shaped like a little, green tree and smells like pine, you hope you can cover up the stench of these dirty clothes.

You open the door next to the dresser and step into the next room. It is a small nursery, complete with a crib, a changing table with drawers, and a rocking chair. There is a closet at the back wall, to your left, and another door on the wall to your right.

And here's my response:

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"Hmmm..." I mutter to myself. "If I were a servant girl, where would I be hiding..." I decide that a nursery would probably not be my first choice, so I reenter the servant chambers, close the door behind me, and open the other door, grabbing the life bead as I pass the dresser. "Best to get my bearings, and figure out what's around me. There's gotta be a hallway connecting these rooms somewhere."

EDIT: The Ghost of the Week is Merit Sepsis; thought this might be of interest to you, Fractal.

Quote:

"I'm normally quite good at my job, you see, but�"

Transition Village depends on Merit Sepsis for all of its baking needs, from birthdays to grand openings, from pie eating contests to funerals. Miss Sepsis brings delicious life to even the deadest of parties.

Merit met her own, untimely end when she landed in an Olympic-sized pool of boiling water during a special bake-a-thon against her sister, Mrs. Swelter. Merit Sepsis boiled down to nearly bones before fans finally fished her out, and she has continued baking happily in Transition Village ever since.

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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:26 pm

FractalP
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Posts: 258

My response:

Quote:

"Alright," I mutter, cracking my knuckles. "Let's get cookin'." Running through my mental checklist, I say to Mr Garden "Alright, I'm going to need a carton of eggs, 3 tins of condensed milk, about 750mL of Key lime juice, a bottle of whisky, one of those canister things of tartaric acid and a cup or so of sugar. A few bowls, spoons, cups and one of those whippy egg-beater-majiggy's too, thanks." I walk backwards a few steps just in case something goes wrong with the ingredient summoning. The ghost looks at the bench, mutters a few words and suddenly the ingredients pop into being. Huh, that was anticlimactic. Looking at the bench, I notice something missing. "What," I mutter to myself, "could it be... ah!"

Hurrying back into the entrance-oven, I snatch up the baking pan. Stepping back into the kitchen-analogue, I preheat the oven to 175 degrees. Thankfully, they were preparing for a pie eating contest, so there're plenty of ready-made crusts already in the fridge. That should save some time, I think to myself. Grabbing three out, I place them on the bench next to all of the other ingredients. I glance over to see what the ghost is doing, then turn back, wash my hands in the sink, and get to baking. As I separate the egg whites from the yolks, I place all of the yolks into one of the bowls, 9 whites into another bowl, and the other 3 into a third bowl. I beat the last bowl of whites with the beater until it's stiff. I mix the three tins of condensed milk into the yolks and lime juice yolks, then fold in the beaten white from earlier. I pour the filling into the pie crust, place it in the tin, then run over to the oven and place it inside.

Grabbing a timer and setting it for 5 minutes, I hurry back to the bench. Mr Garden, apparently finished with whatever he was doing, wanders over to the bench and notices the three crusts. "We only need two pies," he says, puzzled. "So why are you baking three?"

"Well, it's always good to be prepared," I say as I grab the bowl with the other 3 whites in it. "Something might go wrong in the oven, or I might drop one. Better to be safe than sorry, eh?" Refocussing on the egg whites, I beat them until they're frothy, then start to pour in the sugar and one-and-a-half teaspoons of tartaric acid gradually. The timer starts ringing, so I head to the oven and grab the pies out. I spread some of the meringue mixture oven each of the pies, then place them back in the oven, setting the timer to 20 minutes.

"You haven't used the whisky you requested," Mr Garden says from behind me.

"Ah, yes. Thanks for reminding me," I respond as I walk over to the pantry and grab a glass. I then pour out half a glass of whisky, take a sip and turn around. "Would you like some, Mr Garden?"

This is based on a recipe I found while looking for something I baked once. I've never actually tasted Key limes before, but I presume they're pretty similar to normal limes. It's almost 7AM and I haven't slept yet, so my writing is pretty atrocious.

@ironnikki: Hmm, thanks for that. Very Happy

I'm still considering what to actually do with the pies, but I'm sure I'll figure that out when the time comes. Also, I wonder what you'd bake in a funeral pie...

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:48 pm

Turducken
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diszaster wrote:

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Uh... I guess you didn't do a turn, Turducken? :/

edit: and this is my response

Quote:

Ya my e-mail was being REALLY screwy last night and I couldn't get the email to go, but I'm good for today

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:49 pm

urthstripe
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Location: Atlanta, GA

I wish someone would tell me which player I'm standing in the hallway with.

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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:59 pm

WolfHawk
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Posts: 1247
Location: St. Louis

Yay! I'm in! I have landed in the governers library. Here is my reply:

Quote:

So here I sit just trying to do my homework when all of a sudden terrifyingly familiar feeling overcomes me. My body dissolves into a swirling mist of molecules as I am whisked away from my home. In the few seconds of discontinuation I realize that I must be getting called to duty in an old familiar place.

Upon materialization I quickly wrap my arms around the closest thing and hold on as during my last stay in Transition Village my body was prone to elasticity. Being shrunken down to a tiny size is bad enough but then there was all the confusion regarding my gender. Doing quick mental inventory I sigh with relief that all the girl parts have indeed arrived with me.

Opening my eyes slowly I find myself clinging to an odd sculpture; one of three figures and a dragon. Oh yeah! I am happy to see a version of the sculpture of the adventure myself and my cohorts had during our last visit residing in such a place of honor. I relax and look around and see I am surrounded by walls of books. As the furnishings in the room appear to be luxurious and well kept I can only conclude that I have arrived in the Governers' mansion. I check the shelves a little more closely and notice a large gap in one shelf of books. Must have been a big book there, I muse.

As I am standing by the small writing desk I decide to check its drawers�

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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:54 pm

Absynth
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Joined: 08 Jun 2007
Posts: 79
Location: Undisclosed

Im in the Study of the Mansion

First of all, Hello fellow travelers and those waiting!! I have been a longtime ARGer, but im new to TV, so any tips would be awesome! So far this seems like a blast, and I cant wait to get my next clue...

I was placed in the study of the Mansion.

Quote:

You are in a dark room, standing on a softly carpeted floor. In front of you is a simple door. To your left is a large desk. To your right is a small couch. There is a bookshelf on the left wall and a bar on the right wall.
You notice that the simple door is covered in numbers.

(Binary Translation) Welcome to Transition Village! This is the Study of the Governor's mansion. You have a purpose here; try to figure out what it is. There are ghosts, so stay on guard. If you see other travelers along the way, be sure to say hello! Any changes you make to the town are permanent until someone else changes them, so please be considerate... and careful.

I decided to move over to the desk and search it, where i saw mundane items, papers and three curious items... A Child's toy telephone, a loofah, and a lifebead. Deciding that using the phone may be considered taking an item, I am leaving the lifebead for now. My reply was:

Being suspicious of a child's toy in a place like a study, I decide to take a risk and place the receiver of the toy phone to my ear. Tentatively, I whisper into the phone... "Hello?"

Still waiting for response.

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:59 pm
Last edited by Absynth on Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:52 pm; edited 1 time in total

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

Hmm.. Well here's a 20 million dollar question. Anyone care to chime in? I haven't had any interactions with the mayor in this or past games.

Quote:

You express great reverence for the sword in your hands, and all at once you feel that this may be the right job for you, after all. Did you miss your calling back home?

Dr. Athena's strange question leaves you a little uncomfortable, however, and you try to answer as diplomatically as possible.

She seems pleased, but she does not sit back. Instead, she leans in closer and whispers more urgently, "I am glad that you like it here," she says. "I like it here, too. I also appreciate all that the Governor has done for us."

You nod. What is she getting at?

"May I ask you a question, knowing that you will not give this information to other ghosts whom you do not know?"

Again, you nod.

Her beautiful, transparent face is still and serious. Then she asks, "If there were a revolution against the Governor, would you fight to defend him?"
- Show quoted text -

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:33 pm

Absynth
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My next move

Okay, so i pick up the child's toy phone and here is what happens

Quote:

You pick up the phone, knowing full well that it shouldn't be live (no pun intended), but you give it a try anyway and ask, "Hello?"

For a moment you hear nothing.

Then static.

Then a distant voice says, "The revolutionaries will meet at the moon tree circle on Saturday night. Spread the word."

Then there is a click.

Then nothing.

so i reply:
I wander over to the bar to have a look to see if there is anything useful around. My thoughts racing and still slightly taken aback by the disembodied, ethereal voice coming out of the toy, I head back over to the desk, curiosity pulling me back I pick up the loofa and go sit down on the couch to examine it.

so, I'm assuming we've got to assemble at this location somewhere on the map. Anyone have an idea of where it may be?
Im gonna go sit in the sofa now and see if anything "pops up" to greet me...

and well this is interesting...

Quote:

"If there were a revolution against the Governor, would you fight to defend him?"

sorry for the long post, didnt wanna make a new one when i put the pieces together. So, are we the revolutionaries or as the ghost asks, do we have a chance to quell this revolution and defend the Governor?

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:51 pm
Last edited by Absynth on Wed Aug 18, 2010 2:01 am; edited 2 times in total

kolixela
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Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

I get the feeling that might be the focus of this TV game. Do we defend the mayor or do we revolt?

I think it's going to be a fight among the town.

Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 10:01 pm

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