Part 15: Day Two- Page 15

Sorry for the delay today. Poetically, I overslept, much like our Miranda Carter.



Welcome to Day Two.

This is where Anchorhead really sprawls out. There are roughly five or six different main puzzle trails we have to solve as well as Easter-eggs and hidden note abound. They can also be done in any order. We'll know we're making progress as time only passes when we solve puzzle, so by evening, we'll have everything done we need done.

If you rememeber, we're in bed. Let's begin by checking out Inventory.

>i
You are wearing your wedding ring.

Ah. This should be fun to draw and not get banned.

>get up
Reluctantly, you do so.

Master Bedroom
The master bedroom is a picture-postcard of rustic New England charm. Faded sketches of rural landscapes adorn the walls; a beautifully carved dressing mirror stands in one corner; an old-fashioned accordion radiator gurgles quietly beneath the window. The most striking feature, an enormous, antique, four-poster bed, must be the largest piece of furniture in the house. Doorways lead west and south.

Your clothes lie in an untidy pile on the floor.

Your trenchcoat is here.

Michael's pants are draped across the foot of the bed.


(Sidenote: I actually learned how to spell by having to type in word correctly into Infocom games.)

We've already looked at the Bed and Radiator, but we can again.

>look at sketches
The sketches are charcoal on yellowed paper, pictures of the surrounding countryside. They're quite pretty, actually, lending an air of comfort to an otherwise cold and moribund house. Each drawing is initialed in the corner - "J.W.V. - '95".

You can hear Michael splashing around, noisily enjoying his shower.

No doubt the "V" stands for Verlac. As Miranda investigates, she'll get familiar with the Verlac family. Maybe find out who J.W.V. is.

>look at mirror
A flawless mirror in a beautifully scrolled walnut frame. It's about as tall as you are.

>look into mirror
You look good, and being naked doesn't hurt, either. A bit rattled by recent events, perhaps, but well-poised and collected, all the same.

You can hear Michael splashing around, noisily enjoying his shower.

Man, Mr. Carter is showering the heck out of that bathroom.


Ah, the bed sheet. Modesty's best friend.

>listen
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, belting out "I'm Deranged" in his best David Bowie croon.

What Michael does in the shower is randomized, but here's a nice selection of some of the sillyness.
If you ever want to repeat an action, just use the shortcut "G" which is short for "Again"

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, belting out "You're So Cruel" in his best Bono falsetto.

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, belting out a spirited, one-man rendition of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy".

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, having a spirited conversation with himself. You can't make out any of the words; he's probably sounding out some dialogue for one of his stories.

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, practicing his Dennis Hopper routine. "Heineken?! Fuck that shit! PABST BLUE RIBBON, MAN!"

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, practicing his Christopher Walken routine. "Do you know who I am? I am the Antichrist!"

>g
You've never known anyone who loves a morning shower more than your husband. To him it's better than coffee. You can hear him from all the way out here, practicing his Al Pacino routine. "She had a great ass, and you had your head... all the way up it!"

What a goof. An adorable, hunk of goof.

>look at bed
Thick, goose-down mattress, linen sheets, feather pillows, gauze canopy -- it's about the most beautiful, inviting bed you've ever seen.

Maybe there's something specific we can look at.

>look at sheets
Thick, goose-down mattress, linen sheets, feather pillows, gauze canopy -- it's about the most beautiful, inviting bed you've ever seen.
>look at canopy
Thick, goose-down mattress, linen sheets, feather pillows, gauze canopy -- it's about the most beautiful, inviting bed you've ever seen.

So helpful, Game.

>look at radiator
The radiator runs on gas, not electricity, which is why it's even working at all. It's quiet and it keeps the room cozy, which is all you really need it to do, so everything seems to be in order there.

Well, let's get started.

>get all
clothes: Taken.
trenchcoat: Taken.

Are those Michael's pants?

>look at pants
(Michael's pants)
They're the same plain khakis he usually wears. You notice something in the back pocket.

>take pants
(Michael's pants)
Taken.

Miranda remembers this isn't the first time she got her hands on his pants.

>look in pocket
(Michael's pants)
You find Michael's wallet.

Uh... It's the hubby's wallet. Hmmm...

>look in wallet
(first opening the wallet)
(first taking the wallet)
With a nervous glance toward the bathroom, you slip the wallet from Michael's pants.
You open the wallet, revealing Michael's faculty card.
In the wallet is Michael's faculty card.

You can hear Michael splashing around, noisily enjoying his shower.

Uh...

>save
Ok.

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How about it, Goons? Should we break the sacred trust of mariage and steal our beloved husbands facility card just to fullfill Miranda's Kleptomaniacal urges?
Or should we tighten that halo around our head and refuse to give in?
And yes. This does change the nature of one or two puzzles.


Meanwhile, here's a rough map of the house. Where should we check first?

Please choose in Bold.


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