Staircase Spelunking

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Progress description
"You are traversing the nooks and crannies of Langley Hall."

Quality status
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Journal description

 * [ 1 ] You are walking the stairs of Langley Hall
 * [ 5 ] A creak of an old wooden stair; the feel of soft carpet under your feet
 * [ 10 ] A sharp laugh, somewhere far above. The sound of a cork popping. Cheers
 * [ 15 ] The smell of champagne rises from below, along with the unmistakable scent of fireworks
 * [ 20 ] Hushed whispers from behind the wall. Where has Lord Langley gone?
 * [ 25 ] From somewhere close by you can hear the sound of running feet and breathless laughter
 * [ 30 ] Moonlight limns the stair ahead in lustrous white
 * [ 35 ] A fervent knocking on a door above. A bellow in response: \"No one's here.\"
 * [ 40 ] The smell of good hotpot rises tantalisingly through the stairwells
 * [ 45 ] The sound of shattering glass, like the breaking of a mirror, from far above
 * [ 50 ] Murmurs from around the corner: soft, fervent, indiscreet
 * [ 55 ] The scratchy sounds of a gramophone playing something dangerously up-tempo float down through the stairwells. Lord Langley's Waltz
 * [ 60 ] You can hear someone playing a piano, mournful and elegiac, somewhere far, far away
 * [ 65 ] A clock chimes the second hour on a landing above
 * [ 70 ] A door bangs overhead. A furious argument breaks out. \"Why don't you do a Lord Langley and get lost?\"
 * [ 75 ] Snoring nearby
 * [ 80 ] Movement above; whispers in the moonlit gloom
 * [ 85 ] Lanternlight falls in coloured shafts hue on the stairs below
 * [ 90 ] A woman laughs when asked her name. \"You may call me Lord Langley, and I demand a dance of you.\"
 * [ 95 ] Candles burn ahead. The scent of lavender and fresh linen pervades the air
 * [ 100 ] Silvered light shivers the landing ahead. Notes ring out from a piano, played in the dark

Interaction description
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 * [ 5 ] A creak of an old wooden stair; the feel of soft carpet under your feet.
 * [ 10 ] A sharp laugh, somewhere far above. The sound of a cork popping. Cheers.
 * [ 15 ] The smell of champagne rises from below, along with the unmistakable scent of fireworks.
 * [ 35 ] A fervent knocking on a door above. A bellow in response: \"No one's here.\"
 * [ 40 ] The smell of good hotpot rises tantalisingly through the stairwells.
 * [ 65 ] A clock chimes the second hour on a landing above.
 * [ 70 ] A door bangs overhead. A furious argument breaks out. \"Why don't you do a Lord Langley and get lost?\"
 * [ 75 ] Snoring nearby.
 * [ 80 ] Movement above; whispers in the moonlit gloom.
 * [ 90 ] A woman laughs when asked her name. \"You may call me Lord Langley, and I demand a dance of you.\"

Variable Interaction description
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root

 * [ 0 ] Going from floor to floor, or even from room to room, one is often confronted with a staircase. These can vary between three and three hundred stairs, and there's no guarantee that on descending one you won't immediately be confronted with one going up.
 * [ 1 ] Going from floor to floor, or even from room to room, one is often confronted with a staircase. These can vary between three and three hundred stairs, and there's no guarantee that on descending one, you won't immediately be confronted with one going up.
 * [ 5 ] Guests wander by, up and down the stairs. They gossip idly, sharing early morning confessions: wistful, yearning, of events long past.
 * [ 10 ] Three doors on one landing, all opening onto the same room. A bed, draped in black silk, trimmed with silver. Guests lounge on it, drinking wine and lamenting fine cheese.
 * [ 15 ] Footsteps on the staircase above. A horn sounds. Guests thunder by, dressed in pinstripe. A deviless in a golden gown scowls at the stampede. \"Just because anything goes here doesn't mean that it should.\"
 * [ 20 ] You can smell cooking (sausages frying, bread toasting) and hear the sound of champagne being opened.
 * [ 25 ] An antique grandmother clock on the landing below begins to chime. Its face shows two suns, one bright, the other pale as the moon.
 * [ 30 ] The smell of incense and candle-smoke is strong. Curls of smoke dance like pale fire about a ruby chandelier.
 * [ 40 ] A hush has fallen over this landing. Austere portraits line the walls, glaring out of their frames as though daring you to comment on their antiquated hairlines.
 * [ 45 ] High laughter, raised voices, a bang, and then the smell of smoke. A contingent of veterans are remembering happier times on the staircase below.
 * [ 50 ] You can hear the sound of water running and concerned voices coming from the landing above.
 * [ 55 ] A clink of glasses from somewhere nearby. A giggle. An indecorous comment on the succession to the throne. Whose throne? The voices move on ahead.
 * [ 60 ] Rustling and giggling and other indecorous noises, but all you can see is a cupboard. Its doors are closed."
 * [ 65 ] A woman in a velvet gown is remonstrating with a Benthic Professor over proposed laws for a new London. She believes in the sovereignty of Parliament, he in the right of kings. Neither pays any attention to you.
 * [ 70 ] The scent of magnolia is strong. A glass door opens onto a garden. Flowers cut from Titania and Port Avon, fungus from Hybras and wilder growths stolen from Traitor's Wood languish here.
 * [ 75 ] Moonlight filters down through a dome of shivered glass. Conversation filters gently through the air, discreet and entirely un-repeatable.
 * [ 80 ] The smell of must and scholarly habits pervades the air. Books line the steps. Someone in a university cap dozes, their head resting by a seven volume compendium of the History of Hell's Grievances.
 * [ 85 ] Moonlight washes over the stairs, rendering them pale as bone. A moon, horned as the Morningstar, rises in a window to the south.
 * [ 90 ] The air is heady here; like spilt wine. Whispers from somewhere just out of sight.
 * [ 95 ] The stirrings of music nearby. A brief, passionate series of arpeggios played on a piano long out of tune.
 * [ 100 ] Beyond the next doorway, a dark room – massive and spooled in shadow. A single candle flashes on the diamonds of a monstrous chandelier.

Flirt

 * [ 0 ] \"I've seen your type so many times that I could swear you were an attendant at Magdalene's,\" she says without looking up.
 * [ 1 ] \"I've seen your type so many times that I could swear you were an attendant at Magdalene's,\" she says without looking up.
 * [ 10 ] \"I've never seen such a lousy facsimile of a specimen,\" she says, through a mouthful of wine. \"And I've been to the Forge of Souls. Twice.\"
 * [ 20 ] \"What's the matter? Verdant eaten your brain? You look like you've never seen a woman before.\" She practically inhales her whiskey.
 * [ 30 ] \"My goodness, even the Curators would throw you back.\" She finishes her absinthe in one long gulp.
 * [ 40 ] \"So, how was your spell in the Midnight Cells?\"
 * [ 50 ] \"What's a girl got to do to get a drink around here?\"

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