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Dining Room 4/1
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Revenge of the Fussy Table
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An Interactive Fiction
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Release 1 / Serial number 150512 / Inform 7 build 6M22 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) SD
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Dining Room
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A room of handsome proportions, with an octagonal dining table on a fine parquet floor. The original set of chairs has been taken away, leaving only a red velvet dining chair and a blue suede armchair.
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> > Dining Room 5/9
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(Testing.)
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>[1] i
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You are carrying:
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a cleated left shoe (being worn)
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a cleated right shoe (being worn)
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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Humming to herself, Alison brings in a drippy cold glass of ice water and sets it down smack on the blue suede armchair, then goes back out.
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You sense some resentment from the blue suede armchair.
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[Your score has just gone down by one point.]
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>[2] take off left shoe
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You take off the cleated left shoe.
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The drippy cold glass of ice water visibly begins degrading the suede where it sits. The armchair is tactfully silent.
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Whistling a jaunty tune, Alison brings in a hot platter and deposits it on the red velvet dining chair, then returns to the kitchen.
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You sense some resentment from the blue suede armchair and the red velvet dining chair.
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[Your score has just gone down by one point.]
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>[3] get the glass
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With a sense of martyrdom, you retrieve the drippy cold glass of ice water, which dribbles water down your cuffs.
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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Humming to herself, Alison brings in the cold ceramic tile and sets it down smack on the blue suede armchair, then goes back out.
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You sense some resentment from the blue suede armchair and the red velvet dining chair.
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>[4] put the glass on the platter
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The drippy cold glass of ice water meets the scalding platter; both shriek in pain. But the necessary heat transfer occurs.
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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You sense some resentment from the blue suede armchair.
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[Your score has just gone up by one point.]
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>[5] get the tile
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Taken.
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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Just then the kettle boils in the kitchen. Whistling chirpily, Alison brings it in and sets it down smack on the fussy table, then goes back out.
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You sense some resentment from the fussy table.
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>[6] drop the tile
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Dropped.
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"Hey!" protests the table, practically smoking at the scalding kettle. "Heard of a trivet?"
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You sense some resentment from the fussy table.
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>[7] get the kettle
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"Right," you say. "I'll just hold onto the scalding kettle, shall I? Because that won't be in the least uncomfortable for me."
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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[Your score has just gone up by one point.]
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>[8] put the kettle on tile
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The scalding kettle meets the cold ceramic tile; both shriek in pain. But the necessary heat transfer occurs.
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The parquet floor mutters about the things people wear to walk on parquet floors these days.
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>[9] sit on the blue armchair
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You sit on the blue suede armchair, lifting the cleated right shoe so that the parquet is no longer affronted.
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*** The End ***
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In that game you scored 5 out of a possible 5, in 9 turns.
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Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command?
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> > |