text: > Look around
  Nursery (Ben Collins-Sussman)
  An ideal room for a well-heeled little girl of five. Room furnishings include a bed, a play kitchen, a desk, and a record player. A large bay window occupies most of the external wall, and a large portrait hangs at the foot of the bed. The exit should be to the south, but is currently blocked by a magical mirror.
  
  A tea party with Carol and a bunch of stuffed animals is in full swing in the middle of the room.
  
  You can see Carol, a scrapbook and a window (closed) here.
  
  > examine the mirror
  The mirror is about four feet high and half that wide and is affixed to the wall. The bottom of the mirror a good half foot above the floor.
  
  > look at the window
  The large bay window is framed in the same rosewood trim that decorates the rest of this once great mansion.
  
  > look through it
  Through thick glass warped by time, you can see the estate grounds far below you. The dark hills where you encountered Christabell are in the distance.
  
  > open it
  The window has a complicated child-proof safety lock -- on the outside. How very uncharacteristically responsible for the Cragnes.
  
  > break the window
  The house has survived Vermont winters, it will survive you.
  
  > look at the animals
  Four dolls dutifully attend the tea party, sitting two to a side on tiny chairs. To one side, a stuffed elephant and a monkey, and to the other some sort of clown and a lamb.
  
  A ravenous horde of other stuffed animals crowd the edges of the bed silently observing the ceremony.
  
  > serve the tea
  Carol rolls her eyes. "Good grief," she says. "Don't you know how to do anything? As Christabell says, it is not about the
  substance, but the shadow."
  
  > examine the tea
  It looks like there are about two more rounds of tea in the fine china pot.
  
  > get the pot
  (the teapot (smelling faintly of mildew))
  You already have that.
  
  > pour the tea
  Carol rolls her eyes. "The tea is not the thing. It is all about the word."
  
  > Bottoms-up
  Again, the sweet taste of tea, this time with a dash of oil of bergamot and just a touch of sugar.
  
  Odd you think, same teapot, but a different taste. But then you reason that is not any harder to accept than tea distributing itself magically around a table you are sharing with four stuffed animals and a ghost of some sort. Some things are just harder to accept than others.
  
  As you set your cup back down on the table, you observe Carol sneaking a glance at her scrapbook. In that brief instant, both Carol and the book glow slightly, somewhat brighter than they did before. Your own skin pulses briefly with the same glow and you think that afterwards it maintains something of a numinous shine. This is really good tea. You feel great, and the worries of the day are fast disappearing.
  
  "I really liked that one!" pipes Carol.
  
  "We aim to please," you say, prompting her giggles.
  
  > read the scrapbook
  Carol reads along, over your shoulder. In keeping with the cover, the scrapbook contains a number of newspaper clippings, bearing the titles: Shark Attack, Actress Disappears, Body Found and Watery
  Fate for Convict.
  
  > read watery
  It looks like the icy hand of justice caught up to escaped murderer Gustave Dellorto earlier today, when his body was recovered at low tide from the Execution Rocks Lighthouse in the Long Island Sound.
  
  Leslie Stovebow, the lighthouse keeper who resides in a small residence at the base of the tower, discovered the body this morning as the tide went out. The body was still clad in the striped uniform of the Sing Sing Prison from which he escaped last night.
  
  Mamaroneck, NY police raced against time to remove the body from where it had become lodged in the boulders before the time came back in, submerging the rocks. They successfully identified the body by confirming the number on the uniform matched that of the escaped killer. It is not clear why Dellorto chose to flee to the island, but police suspect he was hoping to murder the lighthouse keeper and go to ground there until his trail grew cold.
  
  Dellorto was convicted of three cases of first degree murder in the winter of 1951, including one G-man, and was suspected of homicide in seven additional cases. It is believed that his crimes were connected to organized crime. He was sentenced to capital punishment, but pardoned after appeal two years ago by Governor Dewey.
  
  Execution Rocks inherits its name from the colonial period, where legend goes that disobedient slaves were shackled at low tide, and served as examples for others, being left there to slowly drown in the pounding waves. This story is considered apocryphal by most, but today, the lighthouse earned its name.
  today, the lighthouse earned its name.There's another bit pasted a bit lower on the page.
  CORRIGENDUM
  
  Gustave Dellorto, who escaped from Sing Sing prison earlier this month, was arrested in Detroit, Michigan, yesterday leaving in his wake a fresh series of murders committed during a two-week spree across several states. It was previously reported in error that he had died by drowning in the Long Island Sound, but the body recovered in that incident is now known to be that of Francis Dapper, age 19 of Larchmont, New York, who had been working at the Purdue Island Yacht Club the evening that Gustave escaped. One of the club launches, which had been brought ashore for the winter, was discovered missing later that week. Police believe that it was probably used by Dellorto to reach the Execution Rocks lighthouse, where he abandoned his victim's body, after swapping clothes to fake his own death in an attempt to evade capture.
  
  > Bottoms-up
  That was unexpected. Flowery. Bit of an aftertaste.
  
  "Is this Jasmine?"
  
  "It's Crisp Hand Sew Mom." Carol struggles with the pronunciation.
  
  "Chrysanthemum?" You offer.
  
  "Yes, that. Grand-uncle's teapot knows all my favorites."
  
  Not only are the two of you now glowing enough to cast shadows around the room, but you notice that little sparks of static electricity scintillating at your fingertips. You hold them up, "Carol, is this normal?"
  
  "Oh yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?"
  
  You do feel wonderful.
  
  The scrapbook pulses with energy.
  
  > read the scrapbook
  Carol reads along, over your shoulder. In keeping with the cover, the scrapbook contains a number of newspaper clippings, bearing the titles: Shark Attack, Actress Disappears, Body Found, Watery Fate
  for Convict and Boat Wreck On Sable Island.
  
  Carol slurps her remaining tea ceremoniously.
  
  > read Sable
  A 12-man fishing boat, the Miss Step, out of Halifax, was found wrecked yesterday with loss of all hands on Sable Island, a small, isolated island in the Atlantic Ocean, 190 miles southeast of Halifax. The vessel grounded on an sandy bar near the eastern end of the island and by report was discovered yesterday morning by Ronald Lefevre, sub-intendent of the Sable Island Rescue Station. Subsequently, both Mr. Lefevre and Scott McCallister, who was in charge of the two-man Rescue Station, were also lost.
  
  The only other inhabitant of the island, Dr. Martha Klein, reported yesterday's events to the Canadian Coast Guard cutter Hermes by shortwave radio at 10:20 a.m. yesterday morning before herself going missing. The Hermes reached the island within the next two hours, but was unable to launch small landing craft because of gale force squalls. When they did make landfall late that afternoon, there was no evidence of the wreck. The search the island's three inhabitants was aborted this morning due to further foul weather; additional Coast Guard vessels are en route as we go to press.
  
  The Coast Guard has refused to comment on the matter, but a ham radio operator, Edmund Finister, from Prince Edward Island, gave the following account to the press:
  
  "I sometimes listen to the reports going back and forth between Dr. Klein at the Meteorological Station and the mainland, and I wasn't expecting anything at that time of day, but I just happened to have the radio on, more or less to keep the shack warm. Then, out of the blue, I hear Dr. Klein, and she normally has kind of a lilting, friendly voice, but I could hear that she was shaken up. I was in the other room, so I only caught the last part of it, but she was speaking almost too calmly, trying to give all the details, but I could tell she was a hair's breadth from having a breakdown."
  
  "She's talking to the sparky on the cutter, and saying that first the one guy, Lefevre came speeding back along the beach in his jeep to get McCallister, because he had discovered the fishing boat on its side up on the sand. They asked Dr. Klein to call it in and they both took off again, even though Lefevre had said that when he had seen it the first time, he had a good look around and there were no survivors."
  
  "Now, what's weird is what Lefevre told Klein -- while there were no bodies aboard, there were these...  things. I only know what she said on the air, that Lefevre had said that there were these fleshy things all over the ship, in different parts of it, down below, up on the deck. They were whitish or translucent, sort of long tubes of the stuff. Heavy, deadweight if you tried to move them. Some were wrapped up in foul weather jackets, and one that Lefevre poked had some coins embedded in it, about halfway up, he said, just a couple inches deep. His best guess was that they were whale fat since they were so oily, but he was just guessing. Also, he said they had kind of a musky smell."
  
  "Whatever they were, they're gone now. All of them."
  
  Carol drains the last few drops from her cup.
  
  > look at the keyhole
  Astonishingly large and assembled of thick oak planks with iron banding and trim; the door glistens redly from a thick coat of shellac. In the center, a Cragne family crest has been set into the wood with iron filigree. The handle is little more than a bent metal prong next to an oversized keyhole.
  
  > unlock Door with the key from an the urn
  Which do you mean, the master bedroom door, the nursery door or the bricked-up door?
  
  > open the kp
  You open the key pocket, revealing a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew), an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew) and a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  > examine the large brass key
  A large and important-looking brass key. Someone wrote a two digit number on the bow. It's mostly worn off, but the first digit looks like a 3.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > put the large brass key in the kp
  You put the large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew) into the key pocket.
  
  > Close kp
  You close the key pocket.
  
  > examine the bronze key
  A large bronze key that you fished out of the fountain's drain.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > put bronze key in kp
  You unzip the key pocket, deposit the bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), then zip the key pocket back up again.
  
  > go to the south
  The threadbare carpet holds only the vaguest hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks. The hole that you tore through the wallpaper emits a gentle light. The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.
  
  White light flickers from somewhere inside the hole in the wallpaper.
  
  > Go south
  (first opening the wooden door)
  It seems to be locked.
  
  > examine Door
  A simple door, made from a rich, dark wood. An oval window takes up the upper third of the door, but is covered in such a thick layer of dust and grime that you can hardly see through it. The small brass knob is surrounded by a circular design of inlaid triangles cut out of deep, reddish-brown cherry wood. The rain dashes across the window in waves. You'd hate to be out in this.
  
  > look at the window
  A simple door, made from a rich, dark wood. An oval window takes up the upper third of the door, but is covered in such a thick layer of dust and grime that you can hardly see through it. The small brass knob is surrounded by a circular design of inlaid triangles cut out of deep, reddish-brown cherry wood. The rain dashes across the window in waves. You'd hate to be out in this.
  
  The hallway echoes with the sound of rain hammering on the walls and roof of the manor.
  
  > go north
  Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love)
  Imposing wooden doors lead north to the nursery (which is open) and east to the master bedroom; a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south.
  
  A massive black armoire stands sealed against the north-west wall.
  
  > Go west
  Top of Stairs (Q. Pheevr)
  You are at the top of a staircase, which leads down to Landing at the Bottom of Stairs (Mark Sample). An archway leads east to Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love).
  
  On the north wall is a round white wall clock.
  
  Standing against the west wall is a dilapidated kitchen sink with a pine cabinet under it.