London.pm - the Adventure An Interactive Fiction by Kake Pugh Release 1 / Serial number 071011 / Inform 7 build 4W37 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/11N) Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >die That's not a verb I recognise. >drink beer You can't see any such thing. >inv You are carrying: a YAPC t-shirt (being worn) a pair of scruffy black combats (being worn) a wallet (closed) >x wallet You can't see inside, since the wallet is closed. >open wallet You open the wallet, revealing an Oyster Card and a ten-pound note. >x oyster card A small plastic card. It is turquoise with a blue stripe. >x tenner You can't see any such thing. >x ten pound note You can't use multiple objects with that verb. >x note You see nothing special about the ten-pound note. >l Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >go north You can't go that way. >x road Traffic whizzes past. >x traffic Traffic whizzes past. >x sky The clouds overhead emit a constant drizzle. >x pub All the lights are turned off, and the door is closed. >x frontage The words "Penderel's Oak Wetherspoons Freehouse Penderel's Oak" can be seen on the frontage. >e Outside the Cittie of Yorke >l Outside the Cittie of Yorke >e You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >l Outside the Cittie of Yorke >x pub You can't see any such thing. >w Outside the Penderel's Oak >l Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >w Outside Holborn Station Below a large roundel, a rectangular entrance emits the occasional besuited commuter. High Holborn leads away to the east, and other (less interesting) roads lead north, west, and south. >e Outside the Penderel's Oak >l Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >open door It seems to be locked. >unlock door What do you want to unlock the door of the Penderel's Oak with? >unlock door with key You can't see any such thing. >l Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >x frontage The words "Penderel's Oak Wetherspoons Freehouse Penderel's Oak" can be seen on the frontage. >knock on door You knock on the door of the Penderel's Oak. There is no answer. >knock on door You knock on the door of the Penderel's Oak. There is no answer. >bang on door That's not a verb I recognise. >hit door Violence isn't the answer to this one. >l Outside the Penderel's Oak A grey morning in central London. Grey pavement, grey road, grey sky. You are standing outside a pub with a long, dark wood frontage. It seems to be closed. High Holborn leads east and west. >kiss door You can only do that to something animate. >w Outside Holborn Station The drizzle is getting depressing. >l Outside Holborn Station Below a large roundel, a rectangular entrance emits the occasional besuited commuter. High Holborn leads away to the east, and other (less interesting) roads lead north, west, and south. >x commuter Tall white men in suits stride past, heading to their offices. >kill commuter Violence isn't the answer to this one. >kiss commuter You can only do that to something animate. >smell commuter You smell nothing unexpected. >n You can't go that way. >e Outside the Penderel's Oak >w Outside Holborn Station >w You can't go that way. >l Outside Holborn Station Below a large roundel, a rectangular entrance emits the occasional besuited commuter. High Holborn leads away to the east, and other (less interesting) roads lead north, west, and south. >x roundel It says: UndergrounD >enter station That's not something you can enter. The drizzle is getting really depressing. >x station A kind of competition between cars, buses, cyclists, and pedestrians. >x entrance You can't see any such thing. >enter station That's not something you can enter. >l Outside Holborn Station Below a large roundel, a rectangular entrance emits the occasional besuited commuter. High Holborn leads away to the east, and other (less interesting) roads lead north, west, and south. >go in Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >x woman She seems to be trying (and failing) to find something in her many pockets. The young woman is carrying nothing. >x attendant She looks very bored. The station attendant is carrying nothing. >give oyster card to woman (first taking the Oyster Card) The station attendant casts a sharp look at the distinctive turquoise of the Oyster Card. The young woman pretends not to have noticed you, and the station attendant returns to staring into space with an expression of extreme boredom. >show card to attendant The station attendant is unimpressed. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >show card to woman The young woman is unimpressed. >kiss woman Keep your mind on the game. >smell attendant You smell nothing unexpected. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >x barriers You can't see any such thing. >show card to barriers You can only do that to something animate. >use card That's not a verb I recognise. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >w You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >go in You can't go that way. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >vault barriers That's not a verb I recognise. >kiss kake You can't see any such thing. >show card to attendant The station attendant is unimpressed. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >give tenner to woman You can't see any such thing. >give note to woman (first taking the ten-pound note) You give the ten-pound note to the young woman. >talk to woman That's not a verb I recognise. >ask woman about me There is no reply. >x woman She seems to be trying (and failing) to find something in her many pockets. The young woman is carrying a ten-pound note. >get note That seems to belong to the young woman. >get note from woman That seems to belong to the young woman. >ask woman about note There is no reply. >give card to woman The station attendant casts a sharp look at the distinctive turquoise of the Oyster Card. The young woman pretends not to have noticed you, and the station attendant returns to staring into space with an expression of extreme boredom. >distract attendant That's not a verb I recognise. >drop card Dropped. >get card Taken. >throw card at woman You lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment. >discreetly give card to woman That's not a verb I recognise. >slip card to woman That's not a verb I recognise. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >go north You can't go that way. >talk to attendant That's not a verb I recognise. >ask attendant about trains There is no reply. >ask attendant about woman There is no reply. >ask woman about attendant There is no reply. >ask attendant about attendant There is no reply. >point at barriers That's not a verb I recognise. >enter barriers You can't see any such thing. >l Holborn Station Ticket Hall The ticket hall of Holborn Station is small; the ticket barriers are quite close to the entrance so there's not much room to move about in. This early in the morning, though, traffic is quite light. A young woman is on the other side of the ticket barriers, searching through her pockets. A station attendant is leaning against the wall near the exit. >ask woman about pockets There is no reply. >inv You are carrying: an Oyster Card a YAPC t-shirt (being worn) a pair of scruffy black combats (being worn) a wallet (open but empty) >remove t-shirt Not in public. Not while sober, anyway. >give t-shirt to woman You give the YAPC t-shirt to the young woman. >give combats to woman You give the pair of scruffy black combats to the young woman. >inv You are carrying: an Oyster Card >wave willy at attendant You can't see any such thing. >x willy You can't see any such thing. >noes! That's not a verb I recognise. >ask attendant about willy There is no reply. >ask attendant about dick There is no reply. >ask attendant about dong There is no reply. >ask attendant about wingwang There is no reply. >ask attendant about knob There is no reply. >ask attendant about pecker There is no reply. >ask attendant about johnson There is no reply. >l at attendant She looks very bored. The station attendant is carrying nothing. >