Yukari Quest III - A Z-Machine Adventure

[Hello Purvis]

> And yet we've run across two mirrors that are perfectly fine. Possibly three, if that instant of motion we saw outside came from another one.
> Shenanigans are afoot! Enter the office and inspect its mirror, including gently placing a hand on it.

> Feel for any border around, especially close to the mirror.

>Thinking on it, this does seem rather anomalous.
>Making your way into the ruined office, you walk around the splintered remains of a desk and step over a shattered box of plastic and glass. The mirror seems to be identical to the one you saw below; it is a large rectangular plate of polished silver set into the wall without ornamentation. Its surface is free of warps and marks, and reflects your disheveled self perfectly. Paying a bit more attention to it its aspects outside of the three dimensions this time, you find that the borders around it are especially defined and separate from the world around it. No less chaotic, unfortunately, but still distinct.
>Placing a hand on the mirror, you find its quite chilly to the touch. As well, it seems to have a strange aspect of...lightness to it. On one hand, you can definitely feel the solid metal under your fingers, strong as any silver be. On the other hand, you also have a curious sensation that there is nothing there, and you are just holding your hand against a particularly cool spot of air.

>_

[Kilgamayan]

> Press a little harder. Not so hard as to break it, but hard enough to be met with some resistance.

[Hello Purvis]

> Press a little harder. Not so hard as to break it, but hard enough to be met with some resistance.

>You press against it a little harder, and are met with proper resistance. At the same time, you hand sinks through the surface of the mirror, as though it were not there.

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[UncertainJakutten]

>I am thou are thee stick your hand in the TV mirror do it do it do it do it do it!

[Hello Purvis]

>I am thou are thee stick your hand in the TV mirror do it do it do it do it do it!

>You push your entire hand into the mirror, experiencing the same sensation of solidness and lack thereof. Aside from that, there are no ill effects.

>_

[O4rfish]

>jam it in Pass through the mirror.

[Hello Purvis]

>jam it in Pass through the mirror.

>You step into the mirror, and the feeling of resistance and airiness washes over your body. For a brief moment, you feel the solidness of the mirror fill your entire body; and everything is dark.
>Then the sensation is gone, and everything is normal. The darkness vanishes in an eyeblink, and you find yourself within a chamber filled with mirrors. Mirrors line the floor; they line the ceiling a few yards overhead, and every wall that you can see. Mirrored walls rise up from the floors some yards away to make four distinct corridors.  The mirrors seem to be as unblemished as the others you have seen, each one reflecting back your disheveled visage and reflecting those reflections again and again, enough that a single motion is slightly disorienting as the more distorted reflections move and blend with those that are not. The air here is cool and dry, with a vague metallic odor.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Do the four distinct corridors all go in roughly the same direction?
> Are we standing on a mirror?
> Are we standing in a dead end?

[Hello Purvis]

> Do the four distinct corridors all go in roughly the same direction?
> Are we standing on a mirror?
> Are we standing in a dead end?

>They seem to, but it's a little hard to tell at this distance, with all the reflections making it hard to see what the walls are doing.
>You are standing on a mirror, and behind you the rear wall of the chamber, also composed of mirrors.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Are there exits to our immediately left and/or right, or are we pinned in by more mirror walls?

[Hello Purvis]

> Are there exits to our immediately left and/or right, or are we pinned in by more mirror walls?

>There are mirrors to your left and right, you do not see any obvious exits.

>_

[Kilgamayan]

> Let's get going, then. Fortune favors the bold.
> Head down the leftmost corridor.

Going to bed. Whoever else is out there, feel free to steer the ship while I'm out. I have no particular plans.

[Hello Purvis]

> Let's get going, then. Fortune favors the bold.
> Head down the leftmost corridor.

>You decide to proceed onward, heading for the leftmost corridor. The footing here is less certain than you would like, plates of highly polished silver are a bit more slick than you like, but you shouldn't have any trouble as long as you don't try anything foolish.
>You enter the corridor, and the mirrors seem to close around you. It is a couple yards wide, just enough that you cannot touch both walls at once. The mirrors here are as clean as any, and your reflections extend as far as you can see, eventually vanishing into the figurative distance. The corridor continues forward, then seems to curve leftward a little, judging by how the mirrors distort in the distance. Save for your footsteps, this place is perfectly quiet.

>_

[Kilgamayan]

> Keep on going.

[Hello Purvis]

> Keep on going.

>You keep going,  as the corridor gently curves leftward. The reflections continue to move and shift around you as you proceed, with only the sound of your footsteps echoing up and down the hall of mirrors coming to your ears. You keep your eyes ahead, lest you misstep and fall, but every so often you wonder if the reflections aren't moving in some way that they shouldn't. Every time you look, though, it seems that they are in their proper place.
>After a few minutes, the hall widens to larger chamber. Emerging from it, you find it is large and squarish, with four corridors leading from it against one wall; you have emerged from the rightmost one. This chamber is identical to the one that you were just in.

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[Kilgamayan]

> This is the rightmost one from our perspective and not the wall's perspective, correct?

[Hello Purvis]

> This is the rightmost one from our perspective and not the wall's perspective, correct?

>It was supposed to be leftmost from your perspective. The writer responsible has had a fatwah issued against him.

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[Kilgamayan]

Hmm.

> Inventory

[Hello Purvis]

> Inventory

>Your inventory contains:
>Bedsheet
>Your silken bedsheet.
>Socks and Undergarments.
>Some of your lost clothing.
>Yukari's Screwdriver.
>Seemingly a basic screwdriver. With this, you may prise open gaps with much more precision and delicately than you can alone.
>Piece of Materia Prima (Small)
>A hand-sized glob of the one element from which all flows.This could be shaped into a boggling array of things.
>Yukari's Hourglass
>This basic timekeeping device assists in maintaining gaps. With it, you can leave gaps open for longer, and without having to physically concentrate on them.
>Yukari's Pliers.
>A basic pair of pliers. These assist you in narrowing and closing gaps with far greater ease and speed than you can alone.
>Stout Stick
>Suitable for aiding in walking.
>Red Shoes
>You never thought you?d miss these.
>Piece of Material Prima (miniscule)
>A fingernail-sized glob of the one element from which all flows.This could be shaped into a boggling array of things.

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[O4rfish]

Well, I guess we could make an astrolabe out of the silly putty. That should get us back home.
>Out of all the places we've been, which felt the most stable? The wheatfern savannah?

[Hello Purvis]

>Out of all the places we've been, which felt the most stable? The wheatfern savannah?

>The most stable places have been within the sphere of music you found within the strange forest, and within the repaired parts of the fold within the field of fronds. Neither would be currently suitable to calibrating a temporary astrolabe with them as they are.

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[日巫子]

> Consider the possibility of this place looping.
> Inspect the other corridors, but don't enter any of them yet.

[Hello Purvis]

> Consider the possibility of this place looping.
> Inspect the other corridors, but don't enter any of them yet.

>It is possible that this place may loop. It wouldn't be the first one you've encountered here.
>The two middle corridors seem to  run beside each other for a half dozen yards or so, before splitting and gradually diverging. The corridor furthest from where you emerged extends forward for dozen yards, then curves away from the rest, just as the  one you followed before did. All of them are lined with mirrors, and seem to be about the same width and height as the one you emerged from.

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[Yaersulf]

>I hope you mean wouldn't be, I'm certainly not forgetting that earlier loop.
>Reach down and attempt to smudge a mirror.

[Hello Purvis]

>I hope you mean wouldn't be, I'm certainly not forgetting that earlier loop.
>Reach down and attempt to smudge a mirror.

> >=|
>You kneel down and put a fingerprint on one of the mirrors.

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[Yaersulf]

>So the mirrors can be dirtied then?

[Kilgamayan]

> Stand up. How visible is the fingerprint?

[Hello Purvis]

>So the mirrors can be dirtied then?

>It seems so, at least if you put effort into it. You aren't sure why you haven't tracked dirt on them.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Stand up. How visible is the fingerprint?

[Hello Purvis]

> Stand up. How visible is the fingerprint?

>You stand up and examine the fingerprint.  It is not very easy to see, but you can at least make out that it is there.

>_