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vak(другие части: 1 2 3 4 5 6 8 9 10 11)
Когда после этой реальности мы снова окажемся на корабле, у нас там будет много важных дел. Поэтому выделю в отдельную часть (восьмую).
Продолжаем игру:
Часть 7. Гостиная
Вас забрасывает внутрь сознания Триллиан, на ту самую вечеринку, где вы (Артур) пытались её подцепить. В тот раз вы не произвели впечатления: Триллиан ушла с другим чуваком, который якобы с другой планеты. У вас есть возможность взглянуть на ситуацию с другой стороны.Когда после этой реальности мы снова окажемся на корабле, у нас там будет много важных дел. Поэтому выделю в отдельную часть (восьмую).
Продолжаем игру:
...A mist spins round your head. You fall into what seems like a bottomless pit. Suddenly, you hit the bottom so hard that you wish it had been bottomless...
Dark
>wait
You can hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>wait
You can't hear anything, see anything, smell anything, feel anything, or taste anything, and do not even know where you are or who you are or how you got there.
>wait
You can hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>wait
You can hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>feel
(darkness)
It does feel a bit cold and wet and squishy. There seems to be some liquid at your fingertips.
>drink liquid
It tastes just like wine. In fact, you realise with growing embarrassment that your hand is sitting in a glass of white wine.
You're at a party being given by a distant and incredibly boring acquaintance. Among the people you've been introduced to are a shy, mousy fellow from the West Country named Arthur, and a flamboyant guy named Phil. You've had too many drinks already, and the room is beginning to buzz...
Living Room
You are in a large Living Room. There is a party going on. Other rooms lie to the west and southwest, and the apartment's front door is south of here.
Phil is here.
Arthur Dent is here.
You notice the hostess approaching, but using several mingling couples as cover you maneuver away.
>look at Arthur
Arthur seems nice and well meaning, but also terribly shy. He has tried to start a conversation with you several times, but still hasn't gotten past "Hello." He has an enormous, unsightly ball of fluff on his jacket.
>drop wine
Dropped.
>get fluff
You remove the jacket fluff, improving Arthur's appearance greatly. He is clearly touched, and starts happily to chat away to you. You discover that he is only slightly more interesting to talk to than an averagely interesting wall.
>open handbag
Opening the handbag reveals a pair of tweezers.
The hostess, whom you've been avoiding all evening, scurries up with your glass of white wine. "Oh, hello Tricia, how lovely to see you, I think you dropped this, dear."
Arthur tries, unsuccessfully, to interest you by talking about cricket.
>put fluff in handbag
Done.
"Tricia dear," says the hostess insistently, "don't you want your glass of white wine?"
Arthur tries, unsuccessfully, to interest you by talking about cricket.
>get wine
Taken.
Arthur tries, unsuccessfully, to interest you by talking about how badly Americans make tea.
>wait
Time passes...
Arthur tries, unsuccessfully, to interest you by talking about computers.
>wait
Time passes...
Phil comes up and grips your shoulder. "Hey babe, this guy boring you? Why not come with me instead? I'm from a different planet." He takes you out to the parking lot, where his flashy inter-orbital ion scooter is parked between two Volkswagens. After mounting it, the scooter accelerates at such a great speed that you black out almost immediately. Everything becomes...
Dark
