Start of a transcript of Gourmet An Interactive Comedy by Aaron Reed Story by Chad Barb and Aaron Reed. First time interactive fiction players type "PRIMER" First time "Gourmet" players type "ABOUT" Release 1 / Serial number 030927 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Standard interpreter 1.0 (4F) / Library serial number 991113 >restart Are you sure you want to restart? y Well, this is it. Two years of chef school, five of apprenticeship, a lifetime of good taste and now, a week after the grand opening of your first five-star restaurant, an anonymous tipster has told you that Vera Davenport, the most important living culinary reviewer, has chosen this afternoon to critique your establishment. You make a quick mental readiness check and decide that, all in all, things couldn't be worse. A rash of sickness and bad excuses has decimated your evening staff, and you have a huge entrée shortage due to some problems with your food supplier. Though Mrs. Davenport clearly remembers the 1940s, you've heard that she doesn't like theme restaurants, so you're not sure how she'll take to the big band, or the pneumatic tube food delivery system, or any of the other war-era memorabilia that decorate Mack n' Geez, your magnum opus and life's dream since cooking school graduation. You seat a wealthy family of four at table one and hurry off to do a once-over around the restaurant. As the father shouts for a glass of wine, you reflect that if you can just make it through the night and somehow squeeze a good review out of Vera Davenport, Mack n' Geez might just stay in business. [press any key] H O R S D ' O E U V R E S [ A man's palate can, in time, become accustomed to anything. - Napoleon Bonaparte] Welcome to "Gourmet" [press any key] Gourmet An Interactive Comedy by Aaron Reed Story by Chad Barb and Aaron Reed. First time interactive fiction players type "PRIMER" First time "Gourmet" players type "ABOUT" Release 1 / Serial number 030927 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A small doorway north to your office is half-hidden behind the fridge. A set of swinging double doors lead east to the seating area, a back door west to an alley, and an iron-wrought spiral staircase leads down to the wine cellar. >about Welcome to Gourmet! If you've never played a text adventure before, type PRIMER for a quick course on what to do. The rest of this message contains information on the way Gourmet differs from the norm. Conversation may be approached in multiple ways. You may greet people with HELLO, chit-chat about general things with TALK TO PERSON, inquire or inform about a specific subject with with ASK PERSON ABOUT THING and TELL PERSON ABOUT THING, or give orders via the usual method of PERSON, DO THIS. Various approaches may produce effective results, depending upon who you're talking to. While there is no menu-based hint system, you may view hints online at http://www.aaronareed.net/gourmet/hints.txt. A walkthrough is available in the competition download as walkthru.txt or at the website listed above. Room exits are not printed in descriptions after you first enter the room; to be reminded of where they are, type EXITS. You may also type the name of an adjacent room to move around within the restaurant. Other new verbs include USE, SERVE, APPROACH (to "enter" tables), DICE, and ADD. If you enjoy this game, find any bugs, or otherwise have something to say, please e-mail the author at aaron@aaronareed.net. Thanks for playing! >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? It all comes together to create an ambiance that Joy Saunders of Haute Today described as "insultingly passé." You console yourself with the knowledge that Haute Today has really gone downhill in the last few years. The kitchen lies west through a pair of classy swinging doors, a unisex restroom may be entered to the north, and a small supply closet lies to the south. The street entrance to your establishment lies past some potted plants to the east. A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >e There's not even a hope of that until much, much later. Last night you didn't get out of here until after two. "Whenever you get around to it, I'm still waiting on that wine," the father from table one growls irritably. >w Kitchen >verbose Gourmet is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before). >get wine You can't see any such thing. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. Though you are hopeful to one day own a cellar with secret passages, the only egress you've yet discovered from this cellar is the wrought-iron staircase leading back up to the kitchen. The floor here is a little dirty. An empty wineglass perches delicately on the edge of a shelf. >get wineglass Right-o. >[ha!] That's not a verb I recognise. >get wine You fill the empty glass with some cheap red wine. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >u You start up the iron spiral staircase, but on the fourth step catch your foot and stumble foward, spilling the wine all over yourself in the process. You'll have to fill the glass again. It seems your night is off to a great start. >get wine You fill the empty glass with some cheap red wine. >u You take the iron-wrought steps one at a time and very carefully, and manage to make it all the way to the top without spilling a drop. Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. >e Before you leave the kitchen, you stop by the sink and wipe that wine stain off as best you can. There's still a spot there, but at least you've managed to soak up most of it. Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >give wine to father "Better late than never," the father says in a tone of voice that suggests he considers himself a diplomat. You ratchet up as big a smile as you can muster, and tell the family you hope they enjoy the rest of their meal. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >talk to father (first approaching table one) A well-off family of four looks up from their meal and scowl haughtily as you approach. Seating Area (at table one) This is one of your three best tables, comfortably seating four diners and immersing them in the world of the 1940s. The chrome-buffed tabletop is surrounded by four comfortable chairs patterned with overlapping brightly colored dots. A pneumatic tube station dominates one side of the table, integrated into a rack containing menus and seasonings. There is a well-to-do family of four here, nibbling at their early dinners without enthusiasm. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >talk to father You introduce yourself politely and ask how the four are enjoying their meals, your voice a model of pleasantness. The father immediately launches into a lengthy complaint about the pneumatic tube system, complaining about the noise and the bursts of foul-smelling air he claims keep coming out of it. You look as concerned as possible and explain that you've only just opened a few days ago. The father turns his nose up at your offer of a complimentary dessert. >talk to mother "I don't suppose you could recommend a better wine to go with this fois gras?" the father asks you with a raised eyebrow. You apologize to him and explain that your sommelier unexpectedly quit yesterday. Based on the man's reaction, he apparently expects you to have an infinite supply of replacement sommeliers, perhaps in freeze-dried six-packs down in the wine cellar. >talk to kid You can't see any such thing. >talk to child You can't see any such thing. >talk to son You can't see any such thing. >talk to family "I've always preferred the 1960's to the forties," the wife says, putting a hand on your arm as if she's a trusted friend dispensing sage advice. "Maybe you might think about a sixties restaurant instead? Then you could take down all these ghastly war posters!" >talk to family "I don't suppose you could recommend a better wine to go with this fois gras?" the father asks you with a raised eyebrow. You apologize to him and explain that your sommelier unexpectedly quit yesterday. Based on the man's reaction, he apparently expects you to have an infinite supply of replacement sommeliers, perhaps in freeze-dried six-packs down in the wine cellar. >talk to family "Quite a week on Wall Street, eh?" the father says, shaking his head. "This will give the boys up there something to think about." You nod politely. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >talk to family "Do you get out to the opera much these days?" the wife asks you, in a noble but failed attempt to find some common ground. You explain that you've been busy trying to get the restaurant up and running, and just haven't had a chance to get away. >out You step away from table one. The family barely notices your departure. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of In the Mood. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. You notice the last lobster scuttling menacingly to and fro from within the lobster tank. >x lobster The last of your initial order of fresh lobsters, this cunning little monster stares up at you with defiant black eyes and waves its pincers menacingly. The clever little bugger has actually tried to escape a few times, and he somehow managed to get out of the rubber bands. Based on the calculating way he stares at your hands, you've been afraid to try re-banding him. >get rubber band I only understood you as far as wanting to get the rubber glove. >get all first aid kit: That's locked up inside the glass cabinet. fire extinguisher: The glass cabinet isn't open. lobster: You roll up your sleeve and reach into the water, but the lobster lunges toward your hand, snapping menacingly. You quickly jerk your hand back out of the water. >get glove Got it. From somewhere nearby, you hear the sound of the cordless phone ringing. >get glove You already have that. The cordless phone continues to ring from somewhere nearby. >wear glove You pull the rubber glove over your hand. You are now ready to touch things you would not have dreamed of touching a few moments ago. The cordless phone continues to ring from somewhere nearby. >listen You stop and listen intently. It sounds like the phone is in your office. The cordless phone continues to ring from somewhere nearby. >s Once when you were ten, you thought that if you concentrated hard enough, you could walk through walls. Well, you can't. (Try typing "EXITS" or the name of an adjacent room.) The cordless phone continues to ring from somewhere nearby. >exit Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >exits A small doorway north to your office is half-hidden behind the fridge. A set of swinging double doors lead east to the seating area, a back door west to an alley, and an iron-wrought spiral staircase leads down to the wine cellar. >n Your Office You had rather intended to leave a bit more room for your owner's office, but what with one thing and another and the stove measurements being in metric, not that anyone should bother to tell you, it turned out to be more of a closet. A small desk overflowing with supply orders, zoning paperwork, invoices, and recipes occupies about eighty percent of the available space, along with a tiny wooden chair. A cordless phone hangs on the wall. The only way out of here is back south to the kitchen, although you occasionally find yourself wishing for an escape hatch of some sort. The cordless phone continues to ring. >get phone You answer the phone reluctantly and, just as you suspected, it's another one of your staff calling in sick. Your stern tone of voice seems lost on him, and as you hang up the phone, you realize it's going to be a long, lonely night. >[what the heck do I do?] That's not a verb I recognise. >l Your Office You had rather intended to leave a bit more room for your owner's office, but what with one thing and another and the stove measurements being in metric, not that anyone should bother to tell you, it turned out to be more of a closet. A small desk overflowing with supply orders, zoning paperwork, invoices, and recipes occupies about eighty percent of the available space, along with a tiny wooden chair. A cordless phone hangs on the wall. >s Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. >w You crack the door open and poke your head out into chilly air, heavy with the smell of rubbish and the sounds of the city. You shake your head and shut the door again; even if you didn't have important work to do, you'd prefer the warm clutter of your kitchen. >s Once when you were ten, you thought that if you concentrated hard enough, you could walk through walls. Well, you can't. (Try typing "EXITS" or the name of an adjacent room.) The lobster waves its antennae purposefully from its tank, keeping its body menacingly motionless. >i You are carrying: a rubber glove (being worn) your chef's hat (being worn) >get lobster The flimsy plastic isn't going to provide much protection against those sharp claws. >x counter A sturdy wooden countertop, perfect for slicing ingredients. >x utensils Mashers, mixers, graters, beaters, slicers, peelers, and rollers abound, hung up above the counter for easy access. Your favorite dicing knife, an Empco 5000, rests in its place of honor. >get dicing You pick it up awkwardly, the rubber glove cutting off your tactile sensations. >take off glove You take off the rubber glove. >l Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. The lobster stares hungrily at the fish in the adjacent tank, menacingly scuttling to and fro. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >x tube station Now found only at the bank drive-through, pneumatic tube systems once carried important documents and small objects quickly and efficiently through many an office building. Installing a special enlarged system to deliver food to your diners has been one of your cleverer ideas, drastically cutting down on the need for waitstaff and allowing dishes to be whisked directly to the table as soon as they're prepared. While there have been a few unfortunate mishaps, you're sure the idea will catch on at other restaurants, once the bugs get worked out. The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. A dial controls where the carrier will go when you press the large button next to it. This station is currently unoccupied. >x dial A large dial controls where carriers will be routed through the pneumatic tube system when you press the send button. The dial is currently 3. A scribbled note next to the dial reads: 1 - table 1 2 - table 2 3 - table 3 4 - kitchen 5 - cellar (home) >l Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. >x fishtanks You have two: a fish tank containing a number of small minnows, and a lobster tank for food of the crustacean variety. >x minnows A number of minnows of various types and sizes swim languidly around inside the tank. >get minnow You reach a hand into the tank, slosh around for a bit, and finally pull it out gripping a small, wriggling minnow. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >x cabinet A small glass cabinet, with a sign reading "Break glass in case of emergency." While here for safety reasons, its utilitarian look clashes quite strongly with the otherwise organic design of your kitchen. In the cabinet you can see a small fire extinguisher and a first aid kit. >open it The cabinet has a small keyhole to get to the interior contents, but you don't know what happened to the key. You've had more important things to think about in the last few weeks. The lobster snaps its pincers menacingly at you from inside its tank. >break glass You really should only do that if there's an emergency. >open fridge You open the refrigerator, revealing a carrot, a celery and a radish. >[wow, well-stocked.] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. >[ha!] That's not a verb I recognise. >e (first closing the fridge) Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >ask family about order (first approaching table one) The snobby family members glance at you with looks of annoyance, then return to their meal and their smug conversation. Seating Area (at table one) You start to being it up, then reconsider. If these people wouldn't discuss it with their maid, they certainly aren't interested in discussing it with you. >ask family about order "Richard really doesn't like to talk much while he's eating," the wife puts in gently. "It's not good for his ulcer." Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of In the Mood. >x food The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >out You step away from table one. The family barely notices your departure. The band rolls into yet another rendition of Midnight, The Stars, And You. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. >help Type "PRIMER" for help with basic interactive fiction commands and syntax. Type "ABOUT" for information on Gourmet. "EXITS" will show a list of available room exits. Hints are available online at http://www.aaronareed.net/gourmet/hints.txt. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >e There's not even a hope of that until much, much later. Last night you didn't get out of here until after two. >s Supply Closet This awkwardly shaped supply closet is wedged behind the stage the band plays on, and is full of various janitorial bric-a-brac, maintenance tools, a roll of unused carpet, a huge cardboard box, a stack of first aid kits, and other rubbish. The seating area lies back through the small door to the north. A secondhand mop leans in a dark corner here. >n Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of Midnight, The Stars, And You. A family of four sits at table one, and tables two and three are unoccupied. >se You've already backed yourself into a corner. Don't try to front yourself into one as well. (Try typing "EXITS" or the name of an adjacent room.) >exit There's not even a hope of that until much, much later. Last night you didn't get out of here until after two. The band rolls into yet another rendition of Stardust. >exits The kitchen lies west through a pair of classy swinging doors, a unisex restroom may be entered to the north, and a small supply closet lies to the south. The street entrance to your establishment lies past some potted plants to the east. >n Restroom As the great gourmand Brillat-Savarin once noted, "to bring a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof." You took his message to heart in designing this classy restroom, while still keeping your theming in mind: only the finest porcelain toilets, only the finest formica sinks, vintage sheet music adorning the walls, and a large mural of president Harry Truman covering the ceiling, smiling benignly down on your diners as they conduct their business. Once you are finished in here, you may make your exit south back to the seating area. The floor here is a little dirty. A recent copy of Culinary Weekly lies open in a corner. >get copy Got it. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >read it Though you subscribe to Culinary Weekly you haven't had a chance to read it much lately, since you've been so busy trying to get your first restaurant off the ground. You've earmarked two pages of interesting articles: the cover story of this issue, profiling their star reviewer Vera Davenport, and an article on the therapeutic effects of world teas. >read cover story (in the hand) You discover nothing of interest in the hand. >read cover story in culinary Flipping through the magazine, you find the article about Mrs. Davenport. It's mainly filler tripe of the most sycophantic variety. The article goes on about Mrs. Davenport's years of well-reviewed reviews, how her pen can make or break a restaurant, the usual claptrap. In a short interview she spends three entire columns going on about her grandchildren, of whom she is (surprise) exceedingly proud. A sidebar reveals such insightful factoids as Mrs. Davenport's favorite color (blue), and favorite tea (silver jasmine). Your heart sinks when you read that her favorite food is filet mignon; you ran out of beef yesterday and you still haven't heard back from your food supplier. If she orders that for dinner, you're sunk. >read teas in culinary Flipping through the magazine, you find the article on teas. There are several pages of woodcuts showing how tea brewing may pre-date the wheel, and in fact be responsible for the rise of civilization. The bulk of the feature is a table that lists the medicinal effects of various teas. It tells you, among other things, that licorice tea suppresses coughs, valerian root helps put you to sleep, chamomile aids in digestive disorders, ginkgo improves cerebral circulation, and echinacea helps fight colds. Of course, you knew all this already. Another winning article from Culinary Weekly. >s Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? It's her! Walking in through the door is Vera Davenport, her face just as no- nonsense and prim as the picture next to her reviews. Trying to act casual, you greet her warmly and offer her a seat at table two. "Why, thank you," she replies sweetly. "I'd like a cup of tea while I'm looking at the menu, and some soup, if you don't mind." You assure Mrs. Davenport that her tea will be right out, and the soup will follow shortly thereafter. Hurrying back to the kitchen, you get out a pot and kettle, and begin to prepare a soothing vegetable soup and a nice cup of tea. Why, she's just a person, after all. Things should be smooth sailling from here on out. [press any key] F I R S T C O U R S E [ Of all the items on the menu, soup is that which exacts the most deli- cate perfection and the strictest attention. - Escoffier] [press any key] Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x range Easy-clean burners of multiple sizes make up this deluxe model rangetop. You had the temperature knobs especially made -- they go up to eleven. On the rangetop are a kettle and a pot. >turn on kettle That's not something you can switch. >turn on range That's not something you can switch. >heat kettle That's not a verb I recognise. >about Welcome to Gourmet! If you've never played a text adventure before, type PRIMER for a quick course on what to do. The rest of this message contains information on the way Gourmet differs from the norm. Conversation may be approached in multiple ways. You may greet people with HELLO, chit-chat about general things with TALK TO PERSON, inquire or inform about a specific subject with with ASK PERSON ABOUT THING and TELL PERSON ABOUT THING, or give orders via the usual method of PERSON, DO THIS. Various approaches may produce effective results, depending upon who you're talking to. While there is no menu-based hint system, you may view hints online at http://www.aaronareed.net/gourmet/hints.txt. A walkthrough is available in the competition download as walkthru.txt or at the website listed above. Room exits are not printed in descriptions after you first enter the room; to be reminded of where they are, type EXITS. You may also type the name of an adjacent room to move around within the restaurant. Other new verbs include USE, SERVE, APPROACH (to "enter" tables), DICE, and ADD. If you enjoy this game, find any bugs, or otherwise have something to say, please e-mail the author at aaron@aaronareed.net. Thanks for playing! >use range I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're trying to do. (USE is often too general for the computer to understand. Try a more specific verb, such as TURN ON, PRESS, CUT, OPEN, or INSERT.) The lobster taps menacingly against the glass of its tank. >[where's my tea?] That's not a verb I recognise. >x tea (first opening the cupboard) You slide open one of the stainless steel panels. The cupboards are crammed with seasonings, vinegars, various foodstuffs, and several small bins of tealeaves. The lobster stares hungrily at the fish in the adjacent tank, menacingly scuttling to and fro. >get silver jasmine You don't want to carry around loose tealeaves. Where has that teacup got to? >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >s Once when you were ten, you thought that if you concentrated hard enough, you could walk through walls. Well, you can't. (Try typing "EXITS" or the name of an adjacent room.) >n Your Office You had rather intended to leave a bit more room for your owner's office, but what with one thing and another and the stove measurements being in metric, not that anyone should bother to tell you, it turned out to be more of a closet. A small desk overflowing with supply orders, zoning paperwork, invoices, and recipes occupies about eighty percent of the available space, along with a tiny wooden chair. A cordless phone hangs on the wall. >s Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x teacup You can't see any such thing. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? The band mercifully blasts out the last measure of In the Mood. A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >get teacup Taken. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >get silver jasmine The kettle isn't boiling yet, so you might as well wait. With a cheery whistle, the kettle announces that its water is boiling. >get silver jasmine You scoop down some silver jasmine tea leaves, place them in a cloth teabag, and add it to the teacup. Carefully, you pour the boiling water into the cup. The delightful odor of steeping tea fills the room. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >give tea to davenport "Why, thank you," Mrs. Davenport says as she graciously accepts the teacup from you. She takes a sip as you try not to look nervous. To your vast relief, she smiles broadly. "Oh, silver jasmine," she says, "my favorite." You start breathing again. [Your score has just gone up by six points.] >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x pot This pot is one of your favorites, a gift from your Poultry Professor at university. Peering through the glass pot lid, you see a simmering vegetable broth (Mrs. Davenport's appetizer), awaiting the final ingredients to be added. The lobster waves its antennae purposefully from its tank, keeping its body menacingly motionless. >open fridge You open the refrigerator, revealing a carrot, a celery and a radish. >get all from fridge carrot: Removed. celery: Removed. radish: Removed. >dice carrot (first closing the fridge) With a practiced motion, your hands become a blur as you neatly dice the carrot into perfectly spaced soup-sized chunks. [Your score has just gone up by two points.] >dice celery Dicing vegetables always fills you with a sense of inner peace. As you efficiently and liquidly reduce the celery to small slices, you contemplate the nature of reality and calm your mind. [Your score has just gone up by two points.] >dice radish You are one with the knife. You ARE the knife. Motion and stillness, form and function merge together as you slide the radish smoothly under the whizzing blade until, with a sickening crunch, you manage to sever the tip of your pinky. Blood gushes from your finger, all over the floor. [Your score has just gone down by five points.] >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >put carrots in soup You add the carrot slices to the bubbling pot. >put celery in soup You add the celery slices to the bubbling pot. >x soup Peering through the glass pot lid, you see a simmering vegetable broth (Mrs. Davenport's appetizer), awaiting the final ingredients to be added. The lobster waves its antennae purposefully from its tank, keeping its body menacingly motionless. >dice radish You are one with the knife. You ARE the knife. Motion and stillness, form and function merge together as you slide the radish smoothly under the whizzing blade until, with a sickening crunch, you manage to sever the tip of your pinky. Blood gushes from your finger, all over the floor. [Your score has just gone down by five points.] >break glass You grab a heavy bin of allspice and smash the tiny glass cabinet with it. The glass shatters, allowing access to the inside of the cabinet. Blood gushes from your finger, all over the floor. >get kit Got it. Blood gushes from your finger, all over the floor. >open it Frantically, you rip open the first aid kit, only to discover with horror that it is empty, save for a small note. Blood gushes from your finger, all over the floor. The lobster watches your bleeding finger with interest. >read note "During your last safety inspection it was found that some of your first aid kit supplies had expired. We have taken the liberty of disposing of your expired supplies. To order replacements, please dial your nearest medical supply center." Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. >put finger in mouth You can't see any such thing. >suck finger That's not a verb I recognise. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >n Your Office You had rather intended to leave a bit more room for your owner's office, but what with one thing and another and the stove measurements being in metric, not that anyone should bother to tell you, it turned out to be more of a closet. A small desk overflowing with supply orders, zoning paperwork, invoices, and recipes occupies about eighty percent of the available space, along with a tiny wooden chair. A cordless phone hangs on the wall. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >x cabinet The glass front of this small cabinet has been shattered. In the smashed cabinet are some broken glass and a fire extinguisher. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. >hold finger (the fingertip) Right-o. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. The lobster watches your bleeding finger with interest. >press finger (the fingertip) Nothing obvious happens. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. >stop bleeding But you don't have any bandaging materials with you! Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. The lobster watches your bleeding finger with interest. >wash hands You twist the knobs with your unmaimed hand and plunge your disfigured one under the water. It clears away some of the blood, but as soon as you pull it away it immediately starts oozing again. You're going to have to find some sort of bandage. Blood oozes from your finger, dripping all over the floor. >wear glove You pull the rubber glove hastily over your bloody hand. It's still bleeding in there, but at least now it can be a secret between you and your dishwasher. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >n Restroom As the great gourmand Brillat-Savarin once noted, "to bring a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof." You took his message to heart in designing this classy restroom, while still keeping your theming in mind: only the finest porcelain toilets, only the finest formica sinks, vintage sheet music adorning the walls, and a large mural of president Harry Truman covering the ceiling, smiling benignly down on your diners as they conduct their business. The floor here is a little dirty. >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >s Supply Closet This awkwardly shaped supply closet is wedged behind the stage the band plays on, and is full of various janitorial bric-a-brac, maintenance tools, a roll of unused carpet, a huge cardboard box, a stack of first aid kits, and other rubbish. A secondhand mop leans in a dark corner here. >get kit You already have that. >get kit from stack You can't see any such thing. >open stack That's not something you can open. >get another kit You already have that. >x stack You like to be prepared. While the first aid kit in the kitchen came with the building, you made sure to have other medical supplies handy You never know when there's going to be a bombing or plague or what have you, and it's nice to know in such an unhappy event your diners will have access to bandaids. >open stack That's not something you can open. >get stack You take one of the bandages off the stack. >stop bleeding You'll have to take off that rubber glove first. >take off glove You pull the rubber glove off with a queasy sensation, the warm congealing blood sticking to your hand and the smooth plastic. You do not deserve this. >stop bleeding You apply the bandage carefully, stemming the flow of blood. Though your finger still stings terribly, at least you're no longer in immediate danger of dying of blood loss. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >get mop Taken. >wear glove You don't want to put the bloody rubber glove on over your bandaged hand, and you certainly aren't going to let it touch your other one. >n Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. The floor here is marked by some blood. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >clean floor You mop up the puddle of blood as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. [Your score has just gone up by two points.] >drop mop You put it down. >dice radish You've already sliced that! >put radish in soup Don't even think about bringing those bloody hands anywhere NEAR Mrs. Davenport's soup! >wash hands You carefully scrub your hands, being careful not to get the bandage too wet, until they have returned to a reasonably skin-like pink shade. You feel much more human now. >put radish in soup You add the radish slices to the bubbling pot, completing the recipe and making the soup ready for serving. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >put soup in bowl You can't see any such thing. >get bowl You can't see any such thing. >open cabinets You can't see any such thing. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >get pot The pot is heavy, burning hot, and full of soup. Best leave it be. You stop for a moment and tilt your head. Something seems different in here. But now you can't put your finger on it. >l Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >open cupboards That's already open. >look in them You find nothing of interest. >look in sink The sink is empty. >e You are about to leave when you glance over at the lobster tank. It's empty. You stop dead in your tracks, walk over and look carefully inside, but the little beast is definitely gone. Wonderful. You look nervously around but see no sign of it anywhere. >get bowl You can't see any such thing. >n Your Office You had rather intended to leave a bit more room for your owner's office, but what with one thing and another and the stove measurements being in metric, not that anyone should bother to tell you, it turned out to be more of a closet. A small desk overflowing with supply orders, zoning paperwork, invoices, and recipes occupies about eighty percent of the available space, along with a tiny wooden chair. A cordless phone hangs on the wall. >get bowl You can't see any such thing. >s Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >look in pot Peering through the glass pot lid, you see a delicious vegetable soup, completed and ready to be delivered via the pneumatic tubing system. >serve soup You ladle the soup into a bowl, snap on your custom spill-proof lid, and load it into the pneumatic tube carrier, along with napkins, a spoon, and garnish. Breathing a sigh of relief, you hit the button... and stop short as the tube system makes a horrendous rhythmic groan. Before you can stop it, the carrier is sucked away, accompanied by clashing and banging noises. With a final, wrenching gasp, the tube system grinds to a halt and a cracking sound comes from the dial. You have the sinking feeling something has gone terribly wrong. >undo Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >set dial to 2 You set the dial to 2. >x dial A large dial controls where carriers will be routed through the pneumatic tube system when you press the send button. The dial is currently 2, where the Culinary Weekly critic Mrs. Davenport is awaiting her appetizer. A scribbled note next to the dial reads: 1 - table 1 2 - table 2 3 - table 3 4 - kitchen 5 - cellar (home) >set dial to 4 You set the dial to 4. >push button With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the kitchen. >set dial to 2 You set the dial to 2. >serve soup You ladle the soup into a bowl, snap on your custom spill-proof lid, and load it into the pneumatic tube carrier, along with napkins, a spoon, and garnish. Breathing a sigh of relief, you hit the button... and stop short as the tube system makes a horrendous rhythmic groan. Before you can stop it, the carrier is sucked away, accompanied by clashing and banging noises. With a final, wrenching gasp, the tube system grinds to a halt and a cracking sound comes from the dial. You have the sinking feeling something has gone terribly wrong. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? The band punches out the brassy conclusion of Midnight, The Stars, And You. A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >talk to davenport "You must be the owner," Mrs. Davenport says to you in a no-nonsense tone. "So nice of you to come and introduce yourself. This is quite the place you've got here," she adds neutrally, glancing around in an insanely unreadable fashion. You struggle to keep beads of sweat from breaking out on your face as you smile, nod, and assure the old woman that her soup will be out very shortly. >talk to davenport "What ridiculous weather we've been having lately!" Mrs. Davenport says with disapproval, adding, "I hold no truck with ridiculous weather." The band rolls into yet another rendition of Sentimental Journey. >[This is hilarious, by the way.] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. >n Restroom As the great gourmand Brillat-Savarin once noted, "to bring a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof." You took his message to heart in designing this classy restroom, while still keeping your theming in mind: only the finest porcelain toilets, only the finest formica sinks, vintage sheet music adorning the walls, and a large mural of president Harry Truman covering the ceiling, smiling benignly down on your diners as they conduct their business. The floor here is a little dirty. >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >set dial to 4 You attempt to turn the dial, but it appears to be stuck fast. Putting some muscle into it, you push, pull, and yank on it to no avail. Evidently the mechanism was jammed during that malfunction. Perfect. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >set dial to 5 You can't see any such thing. >x system The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >x carrier There's no carrier docked at this station. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >x carrier There's no carrier docked at this station. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >x carrier There's a carrier station at each table here. You'll have to approach a specific table first. >approach 3 You approach table three. Seating Area (at table three) Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of In the Mood. >x carrier There's no carrier docked at this station. >out You step away from table three. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of Midnight, The Stars, And You. >approach 2 You step up to table two. Mrs. Davenport turns to you and smiles expectantly. Seating Area (at table two) >x carrier There's no carrier docked at this station. >out You step away from table two. Mrs. Davenport nods politely in farewell. >approach 1 You approach table one. The snobby family members glance at you with looks of annoyance, then return to their meal and their smug conversation. Seating Area (at table one) >x carrier There's no carrier docked at this station. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of Midnight, The Stars, And You. "Quite a week on Wall Street, eh?" the father says, shaking his head. "This will give the boys up there something to think about." You nod politely. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >x station This bulky unit is the central router for the pneumatic food delivery system. It is much larger than you need for your handful of pneumatic tube stops, but that allows for expansion down the road. A diagnostic tube station, large reset lever, and an exposed control panel are attached to the machine. This station is currently unoccupied. >x diagnostic This bulky unit is the central router for the pneumatic food delivery system. It is much larger than you need for your handful of pneumatic tube stops, but that allows for expansion down the road. A diagnostic tube station, large reset lever, and an exposed control panel are attached to the machine. This station is currently unoccupied. >x panel The exposed control panel consists only of some bare sockets. Peering closer, you realize that they are for a button and a dial. >pull lever You pull the lever. A low grinding sound comes from somewhere inside the tubes. After a few moments, the carrier, Mrs. Davenport's soup inside, plops out into the catch basket. Fortunately, your spill-proof soup lids still seem to be functioning. >set dial to 2 You can't see any such thing. >x dial You can't see any such thing. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >set dial to 2 You attempt to turn the dial, but it appears to be stuck fast. Putting some muscle into it, you push, pull, and yank on it to no avail. Evidently the mechanism was jammed during that malfunction. Perfect. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >get soup You see, the thing about that is, when you had this system installed you had the technicians configure it so it was impossible for the carriers to open anywhere other than their programmed destination. The idea was to prevent accidental openings mid-journey, but it rather seems to have backfired now. The long and short of it is, this carrier was set for table two, and that's the only place you'll be able to get it open. >[snort] That's not a verb I recognise. >push button You can't see any such thing. >x panel The exposed control panel consists only of some bare sockets. Peering closer, you realize that they are for a button and a dial. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >get button You give it a soild effort for a minute or so, but it's pointless; there's nothing to get a grip on to pull it out, and you haven't anything to use as a wedge. You're going to have to find a replacement button of some sort. >get dial You give the dial a pull, but it seems to be quite firmly attached to the tube station. >l Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >i You are carrying: a gauze bandage (being worn) your fingertip a first aid kit (which is open) a small note a recent copy of Culinary Weekly an Empco 5000 dicing knife a bloody rubber glove your chef's hat (being worn) >x hat Your jaunty chef's hat, when properly worn, tells the world that you are serious about the art of cuisine, that you are master of culinary styles both modern and classical, that you are taking part in an ancient tradition shared by all humanity. When off, it looks, frankly, ridiculous. >u The theory of gravity rather prohibits that. >x range Easy-clean burners of multiple sizes make up this deluxe model rangetop. You had the temperature knobs especially made -- they go up to eleven. On the rangetop are a kettle and a pot. >get knob You wiggle the knob back and forth until it finally pops off the stove front. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >put knob in panel After a few minutes of effort, you succeed in attaching the oven knob to the tube system control panel. >turn knob You'll have to specify a setting to turn the knob to. >set knob to 2 You set the dial to 2. >push panel It is fixed in place. >i You are carrying: a gauze bandage (being worn) your fingertip a first aid kit (which is open) a small note a recent copy of Culinary Weekly an Empco 5000 dicing knife a bloody rubber glove your chef's hat (being worn) >put knife in panel You really don't have time for these shenanigans. >put all in panel gauze bandage: When you're through playing games, perhaps we can get back to business. fingertip: When you're through playing games, perhaps we can get back to business. first aid kit: You really don't have time for these shenanigans. magazine: Don't be ridiculous. bloody rubber glove: Don't be ridiculous. chef's hat: You somehow don't think that's going to work. Mrs. Davenport's soup: First you'd have to be holding that. small note: You can't, since you aren't carrying the small note. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >n Restroom As the great gourmand Brillat-Savarin once noted, "to bring a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof." You took his message to heart in designing this classy restroom, while still keeping your theming in mind: only the finest porcelain toilets, only the finest formica sinks, vintage sheet music adorning the walls, and a large mural of president Harry Truman covering the ceiling, smiling benignly down on your diners as they conduct their business. The floor here is a little dirty. >x toilet The average American heathen knows nothing of the aesthetic and scientific advances that have been made in the field of toiletries. This model features hydraulic, climate controlled seats, adjustable bidet with impurity filter, a self-cleaning mode and auto-diagnostic chip, and emergency back-up pipes. An impressive array of buttons fills out the control panel. >get button You fiddle with the buttons a bit and notice that one of them seems to be loose. With a bit of prying you manage to pull it off. >s Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? The band begins another round of In the Mood. A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >put button in panel With a little jimmying and some pounding, you manage to attach the toilet button to the appropriate spot on the control panel. >push it The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier and its contents are sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. You can also see a mop here. >get mop Got it. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. The floor here is a little dirty. >clean floor (the dirt) You mop up the dirty floor, and soon leave it immaculate and spotless. [Your score has just gone up by two points.] >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >n Restroom As the great gourmand Brillat-Savarin once noted, "to bring a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof." You took his message to heart in designing this classy restroom, while still keeping your theming in mind: only the finest porcelain toilets, only the finest formica sinks, vintage sheet music adorning the walls, and a large mural of president Harry Truman covering the ceiling, smiling benignly down on your diners as they conduct their business. The floor here is a little dirty. >clean floor (the dirt) You mop up the dirty floor, and soon leave it immaculate and spotless. [Your score has just gone up by two points.] >s Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >s Supply Closet This awkwardly shaped supply closet is wedged behind the stage the band plays on, and is full of various janitorial bric-a-brac, maintenance tools, a roll of unused carpet, a huge cardboard box, a stack of first aid kits, and other rubbish. The floor here is marked by some blood. >clean floor You mop up the puddle of blood as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. >g The cleaning people have been doing a pretty good job at keeping the floor ship- shape around here, and at the moment you see no need to touch up their work. >drop mop You put it down. >n Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >talk to davenport "I try not to spoil my grandchildren," Mrs. Davenport says conversationally, "especially since my daughter-in-law is so loose with them. Back when I was a mother, children were expected to have some manners! But at least she takes plenty of pictures," she adds with a sigh. The band mercifully blasts out the last measure of Midnight, The Stars, And You. >ask davenport about soup Mrs. Davenport is fishing something out of her purse and you decide it would be more polite to busy yourself with something else. >enter 2 You step up to table two. Mrs. Davenport turns to you and smiles expectantly. Seating Area (at table two) The band rolls into yet another rendition of In the Mood. >talk to davenport "I expect you read Haute Today?" Mrs. Davenport asks pointedly, looking at you from over the bridge of her glasses. "There's an excellent article in the most recent issue, about postmodernism and the tomato, which should be required reading for young chefs like yourself. Of course, everything by Joy Saunders should be required reading, in my opinion." >ask davenport about soup Mrs. Davenport is fishing something out of her purse and you decide it would be more polite to busy yourself with something else. >x soup You can't see any such thing. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. Mrs. Davenport raises an eyebrow disapprovingly. "You might be interested to know," she says with mild distaste, tapping a finger on her menu, "that you've misspelt 'risotto' here. There's only one 's,' I believe." You try to affect an appropriate level of concern, without letting the gnawing panic you feel inside burst out into hysterical screaming. >out You step away from table two. Mrs. Davenport nods politely in farewell. >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >open tube That's not something you can open. >out You step away from table two. Mrs. Davenport nods politely in farewell. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of In the Mood. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >set dial to 4 You attempt to turn the dial, but it appears to be stuck fast. Putting some muscle into it, you push, pull, and yank on it to no avail. Evidently the mechanism was jammed during that malfunction. Perfect. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >x dial A small knob and faceplace, with settings from 0-550 and "Broil." The knob is currently set to 2. >x station This bulky unit is the central router for the pneumatic food delivery system. It is much larger than you need for your handful of pneumatic tube stops, but that allows for expansion down the road. A diagnostic tube station, large reset lever, button and dial are attached to the machine. This station is currently unoccupied. >set dial to 3 You set the dial to 3. >set dial to 300 You set the dial to 300. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. Inside you see Mrs. Davenport's soup. >set dial to 200 You set the dial to 200. >push button (the toilet button) You press the button, but nothing happens. There must be some explanation, but you aren't quite sure you know what it is. >set dial to 100 You set the dial to 100. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier and its contents are sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >out Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? The band begins another round of In the Mood. A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >enter 3 You step up to table three. Seating Area (at table three) >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. >out You step away from table three. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of In the Mood. >x station 2 I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the tube station. >x station1 You can't see any such thing. >w Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 450 You set the dial to 450. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. Inside you see Mrs. Davenport's soup. >set dial to 475 You set the dial to 475. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier and its contents are sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen The kitchen of your eatery is expansive and well-organized. A large oven and rangetop with an adjacent counter fill up one side of the room, next to the pneumatic tube station and a row of hanging utensils. Above the oven are several fishtanks for your fresh seafood. Rows of cupboards and an ugly glass cabinet line the remaining walls, along with an industrial dishwasher, a refrigerator, and a large sink. Actually, when you break it all down it starts to feel a bit cramped in here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >e Seating Area Some laughed when you announced your intentions to open a five-star gourmet eatery with a 1940s decor, but as you glance around fondly at chrome-buffed tables, World War 2 recruitment posters, the big band quintet in the corner, and the pneumatic tube food delivery system, you wonder, who's laughing now? A family of four sits at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >enter 2 You step up to Mrs. Davenport's table to see the old lady fiddling awkwardly with the pneumatic tube carrier. Quickly you step forward and help extract her soup. She smiles kindly at you and, as you hold your breath in anticipation, takes a bite. There is an endless pause, before she looks up at you. "Mmm," she says, "this is quite a nice vegetable soup." You tremble and try not to let out an audible sigh of relief. Mrs. Davenport takes a few more bites of her soup, then turns her attention back to the menu again and points at it. "I think I've made up my mind what I'd like to have," she says sweetly. "I believe I'm in the mood for fresh lobster tonight." The color drains away from your face at an astonishing pace. [press any key] M A I N C O U R S E [ Food first, then morality. - Bertolt Brecht] [press any key] Cautiously, you push open the swinging door to the kitchen. You slowly peek around the corner, holding your breath... but there is no sign of the lobster. You sigh. While seating a few new diners and bussing some tables, you kept an eye open for the devilish little crustacean, but saw no sign of him. This is going to be a long night. Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x pot This pot is one of your favorites, a gift from your Poultry Professor at university. Peering through the glass pot lid, you see through the steam some rapidly boiling water. >x kettle This dingy old kettle was one of the first pieces of cookware you owned, a gift from your great-uncle on your eighth birthday. The water in the kettle is boiling. >look in sink In the sink are a teacup and an empty wineglass. >wash teacup You aren't holding that! >get it Got it. >wash it That doesn't need washing. >put teacup in sink You put the teacup into the sink. >n Your Office You can't help but feel like a sardine in this cramped and gloomy office. The mountain of papers on your desk and that ridiculous little chair don't help matters. The cordless phone hangs smugly on the wall. >look under desk You expect you would find nothing of interest. >g You expect you would find nothing of interest. >g You expect you would find nothing of interest. >x chair This forlorn little wood chair had been abandoned here by the previous occupants, and you feel a small sense of satisfaction that you've managed to rescue it from the dumpster. Uncomfortable as the deuce, though. >look under it You expect you would find nothing of interest. >search papers There's really no point in sorting through this mess until you have some time to sit down and do it right -- which you certainly do not have right now! >s Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x fishtanks You have two: a fish tank containing a number of small minnows, and a lobster tank for food of the crustacean variety. >x minnow tank I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the minnows in the fishtank. >x minnows A number of minnows of various types and sizes swim languidly around inside the tank. >x lobster The oversized lobster tank harkens back to a distant time some days ago when you thought lobster would be a more popular entree here. Now, as the tank sits empty, you really wish it had. >look under tank Which do you mean, the lobster tank or the fish tank? >lobster You expect you would find nothing of interest. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >open freezer A wave of icy air billows out of the freezer as you lift the lid open. >look in it The freezer is relatively empty, only a thin layer of various frozen foodstuffs packing the bottom. >x foodstuffs Just a lot of frozen food, none of which will do for the important meal you're preparing tonight. >close freezer You close the freezer lid. >[an extra return there] That's not a verb I recognise. >l Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >d That would involve shutting down the restaurant, clearances from the city, equipment rentals, hassles with the union, and a significant expenditure. It gives you a headache just thinking about it. >[ha!] That's not a verb I recognise. >[BTW, I've been looking at the hints] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >open fridge You open the refrigerator. >look in it The refrigerator is empty. >close it You carefully close the refrigerator. >look under fridge You expect you would find nothing of interest. >[I expect to find the lobster there, dummy.] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. >x dishwasher Washing dishes is a breeze with this stylish black model, one of the few kitchen purchases you've been satisfied with. You just throw even the dirtiest of dishes into it, and they come out clean and spotless! Although it is a bit sad that aspiring chefs can no longer "work their way up from dishwasher." >look in it You peek inside the dishwasher, but the lobster isn't there. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. The band begins another round of Stardust. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >n Restroom This restroom seems like an island of solitude and order. The smooth clean lines of the toilet, sink, framed sheet music and the kind smile of Mr. Truman make you feel like locking the door and never coming back out. >look in toilet You find nothing of interest. >look in sink In the sink are a teacup and an empty wineglass. >[there's a teacup here, too? oopsbug ;-] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. >x sheet music A purchase from a local used music store, this is a nice vintage piece of sheet music for the classic big-band song, "I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo." It is displayed on the wall in a nice frame. >look behind it There is nothing interesting behind the vintage sheet music. >look behind toilet There is nothing interesting behind the toilet. >look under sink You expect you would find nothing of interest. >s Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. "Did you hear that, Lester?" the fat businessman over at table one says, cocking his head. "A kind of menacing tapping?" "I didn't hear anything," the thin man says disinterestedly. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >look under table 1 You expect you would find nothing of interest. >enter 1 You approach table one. The two businessmen look up from their dinners and smile at you amiably. Seating Area (at table one) >talk to businessmen Which do you mean, the fat businessman, the fat businessman's pager, the thin businessman or the thin businessman's pager? >fat (the fat businessman) "Well, hello there," the fat businessman says good-naturedly. "So this is your place, huh? I've got to tell you, I'm looking around, and I'm very impressed," he says, much to your surprise. "When Lester here suggested someplace new, I have to admit I was a bit skeptical. But you've got some great ambiance. How about that band, eh?" he says, clapping you on the shoulder. "There it is again!" the fat businessman says. "A tapping and a sort of scuttling noise." "Yes, I think I heard it too!" the thin man replies with excitement. "There's definitely a menacing tapping coming from somewhere around here!" >look under seat You can't see any such thing. >look under table (table one) You expect you would find nothing of interest. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >ask him about tapping "Yeah, a kind of menacing tap-tap-tap sound," the fat businessman says earnestly. "I keep hearing it but then it stops before I can get a bead on it." With a loud beep, the fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and pulls the pager out. "It's the office again!" he sighs, "Must be trouble with the Peterman account." He stands and gives you both a little nod, says, "Excuse me while I step outside to take this," and heads off towards the front door, pulling out his cell phone. >look under seat You can't see any such thing. >listen You listen carefully and soon hear small lobster-like noises, definitely coming from somewhere nearby. At first you can't pinpoint the sound, but suddenly you realize it seems to be coming from above you. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of In the Mood. The thin businessman looks up suddenly. He cocks his head as if he hears something, then shrugs and goes back to his dinner. >look up You look up and somehow, it all seems perfectly natural. There, ten feet above you, hanging from a chandelier poised over table one, is the dratted lobster. You wonder how on earth he got there, and then notice one of your antique circular air conditioning vents on the ceiling a few feet away. Now the only question is, how are you going to get him down? >x thin businessman's pager This model appears to be more than a few years old. Lester and Chester seem to be the type who find something they like and stick with it. >ask thin about pager (the thin businessman about that) The thin businessman taps it affectionately. "Don't know where we'd be without it," he says amiably. "Any clients have urgent problems, zing, they can call the pager number on our card and we'll get right back to them. >ask thin for card You can't see any such thing. >ask thin about card (the thin businessman about that) The man reaches into his back pocket. "Why, sure!" he says, pulling a business card out, "I've got one right here. You just call right up if you ever got some numbers that need straightening out, and ol' Lester'll take good care of you. >out You step away from table one. The thin businessman lifts a hand in farewell. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of In the Mood. >x lobster Clutching desperately to a sweeping gold chandelier, the lobster looks as panicked as a creature with a cluster of ganglia for a brain can look. It is nestled near the center of the chandelier, surrounded by sweeping gold branches, where it must have fallen after trying to crawl out the air conditioner. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >n Your Office You can't help but feel like a sardine in this cramped and gloomy office. The mountain of papers on your desk and that ridiculous little chair don't help matters. The cordless phone hangs smugly on the wall. >get phone Right-o. >call number >call thin There are indeed letters on here, but you always become flustered and press the wrong buttons when you try to enter them. Better stick to numbers. >x thin Lester's business card is printed on a very nice cardstock, and lists the name of his company in an impressive typeface. It lists an office number (555-1543) and a pager number (555-2006). >call 555-2005 While ringing up whoever lives at that number would doubtless be highly entertaining, haven't you got a restaurant to be running just now? >call 5552005 The phone rings seven or eight times before you finally give up and disconnect. >s Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >enter 1 You step up to table one. The two businessmen look up from their dinners and smile at you amiably. Seating Area (at table one) >talk to fat (the fat businessman) "I was just griping with my partner here about the state of business these days," the fat businessman says. "I don't know if the restraunt business is anything like the accounting busines, but things sure have gone down the tubes for us lately." The thin businessman nods his head sympathetically. >ask fat about card (the fat businessman about that) The man reaches into his back pocket. "Why, sure!" he says, pulling a business card out, "I've got one right here. You just call right up if you ever got some numbers that need straightening out, and ol' Chester'll take good care of you. >x card Which do you mean, the fat business card or the thin business card? >fat Chester's business card is printed on a very nice cardstock, and lists the name of his company in an impressive typeface. It lists an office number (555-1543) and a pager number (555-6002). The band mercifully blasts out the last measure of Sentimental Journey. >x thin card Lester's business card is printed on a very nice cardstock, and lists the name of his company in an impressive typeface. It lists an office number (555-1543) and a pager number (555-2006). With a loud beep, the fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and pulls the pager out. "It's the office again!" he sighs, "Must be trouble with the Vandenhoff account." He stands and gives you both a little nod, says, "Excuse me while I step outside to take this," and heads off towards the front door, pulling out his cell phone. >out You step away from table one. The thin businessman lifts a hand in farewell. The band rolls into yet another rendition of In the Mood. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >get tank Which do you mean, the lobster tank or the fish tank? >lobster Let's see, water weighs seven pounds to the gallon, and this is a several hundred gallon tank... no, actually, I don't think it's going anywhere. >get kettle You don't have any need to lug the kettle around with you. When the tea's done, just serve it. >get poet You can't see any such thing. >get pot The pot is heavy, burning hot, and full of soup. Best leave it be. >[full of soup still?] That's not a verb I recognise. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of In the Mood. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >enter 3 You step up to table three. The old gentleman looks up expectantly at your arrival. Seating Area (at table three) >talk to vet You can't see any such thing. >talk to veteran The old man looks up at you appraisingly. "So you must be the so-and-so who started this place, eh?" he asks. "I heard there was a new place opening all done up like in the good old days, and thought I'd come by and relive some memories. Boy, was that a mistake." The veteran gives you a lopsided smile and puts out his hand. "On my part, not yours. Colonel Jackson," he says, "but since I retired it's just Pete. Pleased to meet you." Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of Sentimental Journey. >ask pete about war "I didn't do too bad," the veteran says, "stayed in after the war and served for 45 years. Been quite a career, and I've seen a thing or two," he chuckles, "yes sir." He gets a wistful look in his eyes and stares into the distance. "But I'd trade it all," he says, "if I could go back and tell that sweet young girl to wait for me." >ask pete about girl "She was a beaut," he says wistfully, "a real pipperoo. When I up and joined the navy she said she'd wait for me. But after I got back," he sighs, "she was gone. I always wonder what things would be like if I still had that gal from Kalamazoo." The fat businessman steps in from the street entrance, putting a cell phone back inside his dinner jacket as he heads to table one and sits back down. >g "She was a beaut," he says wistfully, "a real pipperoo. When I up and joined the navy she said she'd wait for me. But after I got back," he sighs, "she was gone. I always wonder what things would be like if I still had that gal from Kalamazoo." >ask pete about kalamazoo The veteran smiles. "You sure asked the right man!" he says with enthusiasm. "I'm from Kalamazoo myself: she's the prettiest little town in Michigan. And the prettiest people," he says, starting to trail off, "I used to know the prettiest girl..." he lets out a big sigh. >out You step away from table three. The old man salutes as you depart. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of Sentimental Journey. >n Restroom This restroom seems like an island of solitude and order. The smooth clean lines of the toilet, sink, framed sheet music and the kind smile of Mr. Truman make you feel like locking the door and never coming back out. >get sheet music The framed sheet music is hung high on the wall, out of your reach. >s Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >s Supply Closet This awkwardly shaped supply closet is wedged behind the stage the band plays on, and is full of various janitorial bric-a-brac, maintenance tools, a roll of unused carpet, a huge cardboard box, a stack of first aid kits, and other rubbish. You can see a mop here. >get mop Taken. >n Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >n Restroom This restroom seems like an island of solitude and order. The smooth clean lines of the toilet, sink, framed sheet music and the kind smile of Mr. Truman make you feel like locking the door and never coming back out. >get music with mop I only understood you as far as wanting to get the vintage sheet music. >push music with mop You can't see any such thing. >stand on sink You really don't have time for these shenanigans. >stand on toilet A red light pops up from the tank and a siren begins to wail. "Warning," a feminine voice says, "security system activated. Please step away from the toilet." You hastily comply and the siren dies down. >[snort] That's not a verb I recognise. >break glass While venting your frustrations on inanimate objects can seem therapeutic, experts say it is actually a sign of psychosis. >get sheet The framed sheet music is hung high on the wall, out of your reach. >get it with mop I only understood you as far as wanting to get the vintage sheet music. >i You are carrying: a bloody mop a fat business card a cordless phone a thin business card a gauze bandage (being worn) your fingertip a first aid kit (which is open) a small note a recent copy of Culinary Weekly an Empco 5000 dicing knife a bloody rubber glove your chef's hat (being worn) >clean mop The cleaning people have been doing a pretty good job at keeping the floor ship- shape around here, and at the moment you see no need to touch up their work. >x fingertip This small clump of flesh and nail used to be attached to your hand. >s Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >n Your Office You can't help but feel like a sardine in this cramped and gloomy office. The mountain of papers on your desk and that ridiculous little chair don't help matters. >get chair Right-o. >s Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >n Restroom This restroom seems like an island of solitude and order. The smooth clean lines of the toilet, sink, framed sheet music and the kind smile of Mr. Truman make you feel like locking the door and never coming back out. >drop chair You find a spot for it. >stand on it Clambering about on things isn't going to help matters. >get music The framed sheet music is hung high on the wall, out of your reach. >get on chair You clamber up awkwardly onto the small chair. >get music You reach up and carefully take the sheet music down from the wall. >d You'll have to get off the chair first. >get off chair You get off the chair. Restroom This restroom seems like an island of solitude and order. The smooth clean lines of the toilet, sink, and the kind smile of Mr. Truman make you feel like locking the door and never coming back out. You can see a chair here. >get chair Got it. >s Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is home to a sad-looking old veteran. >give music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >save Ok. >talk to davenport "What ridiculous weather we've been having lately!" Mrs. Davenport says with disapproval, adding, "I hold no truck with ridiculous weather." >show magazine to davenport There's a complex little dance going on here, where Mrs. Davenport pretends she isn't a famous food critic, and you pretend you don't recognize her and she's just another customer. It would be mal à propos to break character by bringing up the magazine she writes for. >ask davenport about grandchildren The old woman's face seems to soften. "Oh, I have the most darling pictures!" she says excitedly. "Let me just find them in my purse." She bends down under the table creakily and starts digging through her handbag. >give music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. Rummaging sounds and clucking noises come from under the table as Mrs. Davenport sifts through her purse. >x thin card Lester's business card is printed on a very nice cardstock, and lists the name of his company in an impressive typeface. It lists an office number (555-1543) and a pager number (555-2006). The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. From table three, the old veteran suddenly stiffens. A misty look comes into his eyes. "Now, I thought I knew just where they were," says the old woman's voice. >call 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. The old man gets up out of his chair, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He walks quickly out the front door, muttering something about fresh air. "No, that isn't them," comes Mrs. Davenport's voice from under the table. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >get lobster The lobster is well above the end of your reach. You notice that the chandelier is almost directly above table one. If you stood on that, you might have a shot at grabbing him. But you can't just go harvesting lobsters from your decorations in front of all these people. Self-chastising muttering noises continue to emenante from under Mrs. Davenport's table. >stand on table 1 You can't just go clambering onto tables in front of all the diners. This is a five-star restaurant! You will have to clear everyone out somehow before you can get up on the table. "Aha! Here they are!" Mrs. Davenport says triumphantly. You quickly rush over to the table and try to look interested. Seating Area (at table two) This is one of your three best tables, comfortably seating four diners and immersing them in the world of the 1940s. The chrome-buffed tabletop is surrounded by four comfortable chairs patterned with overlapping brightly colored dots. A pneumatic tube station dominates one side of the table, integrated into a rack containing menus and seasonings. The embodiment of your restaurant's future, Mrs. Vera Davenport, sits here austerely. In table two you can also see Mrs. Davenport's soup. >restore Ok. >call 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >x fat card Chester's business card is printed on a very nice cardstock, and lists the name of his company in an impressive typeface. It lists an office number (555-1543) and a pager number (555-6002). >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >call 555-6002 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. >show music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >ask davenport about grandchildren The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. From table three, the old veteran suddenly stiffens. A misty look comes into his eyes. The old woman's face seems to soften. "Oh, I have the most darling pictures!" she says excitedly. "Let me just find them in my purse." She bends down under the table creakily and starts digging through her handbag. >stand on table 1 You can't just go clambering onto tables in front of all the diners. This is a five-star restaurant! You will have to clear everyone out somehow before you can get up on the table. The old man gets up out of his chair, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He walks quickly out the front door, muttering something about fresh air. Rummaging sounds and clucking noises come from under the table as Mrs. Davenport sifts through her purse. >stand on table 1 You can't just go clambering onto tables in front of all the diners. This is a five-star restaurant! You will have to clear everyone out somehow before you can get up on the table. "Now, I thought I knew just where they were," says the old woman's voice. >stand on table 1 You can't just go clambering onto tables in front of all the diners. This is a five-star restaurant! You will have to clear everyone out somehow before you can get up on the table. "No, that isn't them," comes Mrs. Davenport's voice from under the table. >x table 1 Each of your chrome-buffed tables can comfortably seat up to four diners. Built into the side of each table is a pneumatic tube stop with an adjacent "send" button. Self-chastising muttering noises continue to emenante from under Mrs. Davenport's table. >x businessmen You can't see any such thing. >[dude, everyone's out] Talking to things that aren't there is a sign of either genius, or madness. I'll reserve judgment for now. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Self-chastising muttering noises continue to emenante from under Mrs. Davenport's table. >x diners You can't see any such thing. >enter 1 You step up to table one. Seating Area (at table one) Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. "Aha! Here they are!" Mrs. Davenport says triumphantly. You quickly rush over to the table and try to look interested. Seating Area (at table two) This is one of your three best tables, comfortably seating four diners and immersing them in the world of the 1940s. The chrome-buffed tabletop is surrounded by four comfortable chairs patterned with overlapping brightly colored dots. A pneumatic tube station dominates one side of the table, integrated into a rack containing menus and seasonings. The embodiment of your restaurant's future, Mrs. Vera Davenport, sits here austerely. In table two you can also see Mrs. Davenport's soup. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >restore Ok. >enter 1 You step up to table one. The thin businessman nods curtly to you. Seating Area (at table one) >x thin (the thin businessman) Smartly dressed in a three-piece suit and tie, this skinny fellow is thinner than is usually considered handsome, but seems pleasant enough. He smiles warmly at you as he munches on a big salad. >out You step away from table one. The thin businessman lifts a hand in farewell. >z Time keeps passing. >z Time passes. The band mercifully blasts out the last measure of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of Midnight, The Stars, And You. >z Time keeps passing. The fat businessman steps in from the street entrance, putting a cell phone back inside his dinner jacket as he heads to table one and sits back down. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of Midnight, The Stars, And You. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. >z Time passes. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >z Time keeps passing. >z Time passes. >z Time keeps passing. The fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. >call 555-6002 You dial, but receive a busy signal. >undo Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >call 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >show sheet music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >ask davenport about grandchildren The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. From table three, the old veteran suddenly stiffens. A misty look comes into his eyes. The old woman's face seems to soften. "Oh, I have the most darling pictures!" she says excitedly. "Let me just find them in my purse." She bends down under the table creakily and starts digging through her handbag. >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. The old man gets up out of his chair, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He walks quickly out the front door, muttering something about fresh air. Rummaging sounds and clucking noises come from under the table as Mrs. Davenport sifts through her purse. >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. "Now, I thought I knew just where they were," says the old woman's voice. >[grrrrrrr.] That's not a verb I recognise. >restore Ok. >show sheet music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. From table three, the old veteran suddenly stiffens. A misty look comes into his eyes. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. The old man gets up out of his chair, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He walks quickly out the front door, muttering something about fresh air. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. >z Time keeps passing. >z Time keeps passing. >z Time passes. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. >z Time passes. The fat businessman steps in from the street entrance, putting a cell phone back inside his dinner jacket as he heads to table one and sits back down. >call 555-6002 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of Sentimental Journey. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >call 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. >ask davenport about grandchildren The old woman's face seems to soften. "Oh, I have the most darling pictures!" she says excitedly. "Let me just find them in my purse." She bends down under the table creakily and starts digging through her handbag. >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Rummaging sounds and clucking noises come from under the table as Mrs. Davenport sifts through her purse. >[grrr.] That's not a verb I recognise. >restore Ok. >show sheet to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Kitchen [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. >z Time passes. >restore Ok. >show sheet music to band You tug on the band leader's arm and show him the sheet music. He raises an eyebrow disapprovingly, but lowers his trumpet and takes the music. Flipping through it, he finally nods. "Sure, Mac, we can play this," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. He speaks for a moment with the other band members. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. From table three, the old veteran suddenly stiffens. A misty look comes into his eyes. >z Time passes. The old man gets up out of his chair, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He walks quickly out the front door, muttering something about fresh air. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time, not surprisingly, continues to pass. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >get teacup Got it. >read abou tea in culinary You discover nothing of interest in the magazine. >read tea in culinary Which do you mean, the sencha green, the ginkgo, the silver jasmine, the chamomile or the valerian root? >valerian You discover nothing of interest in the magazine. >read about tea in culinary Flipping through the magazine, you find the article on teas. There are several pages of woodcuts showing how tea brewing may pre-date the wheel, and in fact be responsible for the rise of civilization. The bulk of the feature is a table that lists the medicinal effects of various teas. It tells you, among other things, that licorice tea suppresses coughs, valerian root helps put you to sleep, chamomile aids in digestive disorders, ginkgo improves cerebral circulation, and echinacea helps fight colds. Of course, you knew all this already. Another winning article from Culinary Weekly. >get root You scoop down some valerian root tea leaves, place them in a cloth teabag, and add it to the teacup. Carefully, you pour the boiling water into the cup. The delightful odor of steeping tea fills the room. >get tea (the teacup) You already have that. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. The band mercifully blasts out the last measure of In the Mood. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >save Ok. >give tea to davenport "Oh!" Mrs. Davenport says with an air of pleasant surprise, "I was just thinking, it would be nice to have some more tea. Thank you!" She accepts the glass primly and takes a sip. The fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. >dial 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of Midnight, The Stars, And You. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. You notice Mrs. Davenport staring vacantly into space. She appears to be getting very sleepy. >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. You notice Mrs. Davenport staring vacantly into space. She appears to be getting very sleepy. >show fingertip to lobster A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Something in Mrs. Davenport finally succombs as her eyes drift closed and her grey head nods to her shoulder. Within moments a soft, grandmotherly snoring begins. >show fingertip to lobster The lobster eyes the fingertip hungrily. It takes a few cautious steps forward. It's working. But suddenly the lobster slips on the smooth, curved gold and almost falls. He grabs on tight. You've lured him out a little closer, but he's still not within reach. The band, noticing that everyone has gone, puts down their instruments and watch you with bemusement. You shoot them a glare that indicates you aren't paying them to ask questions. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >s Supply Closet This awkwardly shaped supply closet is wedged behind the stage the band plays on, and is full of various janitorial bric-a-brac, maintenance tools, a roll of unused carpet, a huge cardboard box, a stack of first aid kits, and other rubbish. >get mop You already have that. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Supply Closet [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >stand on table Which do you mean, table one, table two or table three? >one Glancing around to make sure nobody is looking, you clamber up onto the table shakily. >hit lobster with mop You reach up with the mop, take aim, and give the lobster your best batter's swing. Unfortunately your angle is slightly off and the blow connects with the side of the chandelier. There is a loud thwang, followed by a high-pitched wail from the lobster. It grabs frantically for purchase on the smooth candelabras, but loses its grip and falls. You reach out a hand in triumph, only to see the lobster fall right past your hand and into the open slot for the pneumatic tube system. Quicker than you've ever seen an entrée move the lobster scuttles towards the tube opening and vanishes down the black tunnel. The band members give you a sarcastic round of applause. >get down You get off the table. Seating Area (at table one) This is one of your three best tables, comfortably seating four diners and immersing them in the world of the 1940s. The chrome-buffed tabletop is surrounded by four comfortable chairs patterned with overlapping brightly colored dots. A pneumatic tube station dominates one side of the table, integrated into a rack containing menus and seasonings. >look in tube You find nothing of interest. >w You step away from table one. Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 400 You set the dial to 400. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >x carrier Oversized and customized to meet the needs of a restaurant, these classy pneumatic tube carriers are clear plastic cylinders about twelve inches across and two feet long. You can snap plates, silverware, napkins, covered soup bowls and breadstick baskets into special hooks and edges on the inside of each carrier, and with the touch of a button, whisk them directly to your patrons. The carrier is empty. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >look in it You find nothing of interest. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. Mrs. Davenport continues to snore gently from table two. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >look in tube You find nothing of interest. Not a moment too soon, the band finishes its uninspired cover of Stardust. Mrs. Davenport continues to snore gently from table two. >get lobster I don't suppose the lobster would care for that. The fat businessman steps in from the street entrance, putting a cell phone back inside his dinner jacket as he heads to table one and sits back down. Mrs. Davenport continues to snore gently from table two. >x lobster The band begins another round of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. >restore Ok. >i You are carrying: a steaming cup of valerian root tea a small wooden chair a bloody mop a fat business card a cordless phone a thin business card a gauze bandage (being worn) your fingertip a first aid kit (which is open) a small note a recent copy of Culinary Weekly an Empco 5000 dicing knife a bloody rubber glove your chef's hat (being worn) The fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. >give tea to davenport "Oh!" Mrs. Davenport says with an air of pleasant surprise, "I was just thinking, it would be nice to have some more tea. Thank you!" She accepts the glass primly and takes a sip. The band rolls into yet another rendition of Stardust. > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] > Hot key -- Undo one turn Seating Area [Previous turn undone.] >give tea to davenport "Oh!" Mrs. Davenport says with an air of pleasant surprise, "I was just thinking, it would be nice to have some more tea. Thank you!" She accepts the glass primly and takes a sip. The fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. >dial 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. The band begins a surprisingly refreshing rendition of I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >show finger to lobster (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. >show finger to lobster (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Mrs. Davenport blinks heavily and lets her head droop a little, but then suddenly jerks upright and appears to be absorbed in her vegetable soup. >show finger to lobster (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Something in Mrs. Davenport finally succombs as her eyes drift closed and her grey head nods to her shoulder. Within moments a soft, grandmotherly snoring begins. >restore Ok. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 300 You set the dial to 300. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >x dial A small knob and faceplace, with settings from 0-550 and "Broil." The knob is currently set to 300. >set dial to 550 You set the dial to 550. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier is sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x tube The pneumatic tube system snakes throughout the restaurant, connecting the dining tables with the kitchen and the hub base in the wine cellar. At each stop is a tube station, where the tube carrier comes to a rest and where you can operate the system. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. A thin businessman relaxes at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. The fat businessman steps in from the street entrance, putting a cell phone back inside his dinner jacket as he heads to table one and sits back down. >enter 1 You step up to table one. The two businessmen look up from their dinners and smile at you amiably. Seating Area (at table one) >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. >out You step away from table one. The friendly businessmen nod to you and return to their conversation. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of Sentimental Journey. >enter 3 You approach table three. Seating Area (at table three) >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. This station is currently unoccupied. The band begins another round of Stardust. >out You step away from table three. >enter 2 You approach table two. Mrs. Davenport turns to you and smiles expectantly. Seating Area (at table two) "I try not to spoil my grandchildren," Mrs. Davenport says conversationally, "especially since my daughter-in-law is so loose with them. Back when I was a mother, children were expected to have some manners! But at least she takes plenty of pictures," she adds with a sigh. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. A carrier is docked at this station. The carrier is empty. >out You step away from table two. Mrs. Davenport nods politely in farewell. >w Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to broil You set the dial to "broil." >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >set dial to 50 You set the dial to 50. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier is sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. A dial controls where the carrier will go when you press the large button next to it. A carrier is docked at this station. The carrier is empty. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 100 You set the dial to 100. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >[dude] That's not a verb I recognise. >set dial to 101 You set the dial to 101. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier is sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. A dial controls where the carrier will go when you press the large button next to it. A carrier is docked at this station. The carrier is empty. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 150 You set the dial to 150. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >set dial to 151 You set the dial to 151. >push button (the toilet button) You press the button, but nothing happens. There must be some explanation, but you aren't quite sure you know what it is. >x note "During your last safety inspection it was found that some of your first aid kit supplies had expired. We have taken the liberty of disposing of your expired supplies. To order replacements, please dial your nearest medical supply center." >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x dial A large dial controls where carriers will be routed through the pneumatic tube system when you press the send button. The dial is currently stuck at an unnatural angle. A scribbled note next to the dial reads: 1 - table 1 2 - table 2 3 - table 3 4 - kitchen 5 - cellar (home) >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 200 You set the dial to 200. >push button (the toilet button) You press the button, but nothing happens. There must be some explanation, but you aren't quite sure you know what it is. >set dial to 125 You set the dial to 125. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier is sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. A dial controls where the carrier will go when you press the large button next to it. A carrier is docked at this station. The carrier is empty. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >set dial to 375 You set the dial to 375. >push button (the toilet button) With a click and a whoosh, the carrier comes whizzing back to the wine cellar. >set dial to 350 You set the dial to 350. >push button (the toilet button) The little door snaps shut, and there is a pleasant whooshing noise as the carrier is sucked away to its destination. >u Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. A dial controls where the carrier will go when you press the large button next to it. This station is currently unoccupied. >e Seating Area As you glance around your dining area you take some small comfort in the fact that everything is in its proper place: chrome-buffed tables sprinkled across the room, the big band playing in the corner, period posters on the walls, the pneumatic tubes rising cheerfully out of the ground. If you can just make it through the next few days, Mack n' Geez may get a change to shine. The band begins another round of Stardust. A pair of businessmen chat at table one, Mrs. Davenport lends a quiet dignity to table two, and table three is unoccupied. >enter 1 You approach table one. The two businessmen look up from their dinners and smile at you amiably. Seating Area (at table one) With a loud beep, the fat businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin and pulls the pager out. "It's the office again!" he sighs, "Must be trouble with the Douglas account." He stands and gives you both a little nod, says, "Excuse me while I step outside to take this," and heads off towards the front door, pulling out his cell phone. >x station The tube station is where the cylindrical carriers come to a rest after their vacuum-induced journey through the pneumatic tube system. The station automatically slides open when a carrier is docked. The only control is a single button which sends the carrier back to the kitchen. A carrier is docked at this station. The carrier is empty. >[sweet[ That's not a verb I recognise. >out You step away from table one. The thin businessman lifts a hand in farewell. >give tea to davenport "Oh!" Mrs. Davenport says with an air of pleasant surprise, "I was just thinking, it would be nice to have some more tea. Thank you!" She accepts the glass primly and takes a sip. >dial 555-2006 You dial the number. There is a beep and a few clicks, indicating that your page has been sent through the air. The thin businessman's pager goes off. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, excuses himself apologetically, and heads out the front door with cell phone in hand. The band punches out the brassy conclusion of Stardust. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >show finger to lobster (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. >g (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Like a wind-up toy, the band begins another identical performance of In the Mood. >g (the fingertip to the lobster) A good idea, but first you'll have to distract or get rid of all these diners. It wouldn't do to have them see you waving the fingertip towards the ceiling. Something in Mrs. Davenport finally succombs as her eyes drift closed and her grey head nods to her shoulder. Within moments a soft, grandmotherly snoring begins. >g (the fingertip to the lobster) The lobster eyes the fingertip hungrily. It takes a few cautious steps forward. It's working. But suddenly the lobster slips on the smooth, curved gold and almost falls. He grabs on tight. You've lured him out a little closer, but he's still not within reach. The band, noticing that everyone has gone, puts down their instruments and watch you with bemusement. You shoot them a glare that indicates you aren't paying them to ask questions. [Your score has just gone up by five points.] >stand on table 1 Glancing around to make sure nobody is looking, you clamber up onto the table shakily. Mrs. Davenport continues to snore gently from table two. >hit lobster with mop You reach up with the mop, take aim, and give the lobster your best batter's swing. Unfortunately your angle is slightly off and the blow connects with the side of the chandelier. There is a loud thwang, followed by a high-pitched wail from the lobster. It grabs frantically for purchase on the smooth candelabras, but loses its grip and falls. You reach out a hand in triumph, only to see the lobster fall right past your hand and into the open slot for the pneumatic tube system. Quicker than you've ever seen an entrée move the lobster scuttles towards the tube opening and vanishes down the black tunnel. The band members give you a sarcastic round of applause. Mrs. Davenport continues to snore gently from table two. >out You get off the table. Seating Area (at table one) This is one of your three best tables, comfortably seating four diners and immersing them in the world of the 1940s. The chrome-buffed tabletop is surrounded by four comfortable chairs patterned with overlapping brightly colored dots. A pneumatic tube station dominates one side of the table, integrated into a rack containing menus and seasonings. >w You step away from table one. Kitchen You're starting to feel at home here in your kitchen. The fishtanks gurgle, the fridge hums, and the pneumatic tube system makes all sorts of friendly noises. The pleasing row of oven, dishwasher, sink, and cupboard is only slightly marred by the shattered glass cabinet. Yes, you could be happy here. A large iron pot and a kettle rest on the rangetop. >d Wine Cellar This small basement was easily converted into a wine cellar during your rennovation. A selection of wines are neatly stacked against one wall, and a large freezer is pressed against the other, next to the bulky hub of the pneumatic tube system. >script off End of transcript.