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[sunsinge]

Lovely invention. Communication, friendship, advertisements, and all that

Comments

[chattybroad]

I heard that if you put your left hand on the wall and follow it without taking it off, you can find the way out of any maze.

[sunsinge]

Truly? If you lead me to the dungeons, I'm never trusting you again.

[chattybroad]

I hope not!! But it might take a while to find the way out that way, just warning you.

[sunsinge]

It's either that or wander. Your way is much more scientific.

Keep me company in the meantime, Amelia?

[goldenclothes]

I do not know if "turning left" will work, but you need only keep alert for the smell of fresher air.

[sunsinge]

Air is air. Unless there's a breeze there's little chance of me telling fresher from not.

[goldenclothes]

... yes, of course. I forget.

Well, don't get dizzy turning. The only way I know to reverse it would be to go right- and that would be counterproductive in such a situation.

[sunsinge]

I think I'll stick with left. Unless left leads me to the dungeons or a pit of spikes or the Duchess' bedchambers or something equally horrible, in which case I'll very quickly switch to right.

[decemberdarkest]

Down. You definitely need to go down.

[sunsinge]

Oh, really?

[decemberdarkest]

Probably to the centre of the earth.

[sunsinge]

Is that what you call it? To be honest I imagined an icy wind blowing out, but I suppose magma and burning death is appropriate too.

[wringinglilies]

You're quite close to the stairs. As I recall, it's right, right, left.

[sunsinge]

Well, I've gone left, left, and left again, but it seems I've found my way into your kitchens. Blessed freedom.

[wringinglilies]

Really? It must be a shortcut for the servants. I had no idea one could go that way.

[sunsinge]

There's all sorts of secret passages and shortcuts, your Grace. I'm quite sure a servant stepped out of the fireplace last night, though I could've been drunk.