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<audio autoplay="autoplay"><source src="http://www.geekinglikeaboss.com/media/music/Gaia_in_Fog.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio>(set: $inv to $inv - (a: "Invitation Letter","Peacock Pin","Memory","Romance","Sap","Ghost Blessing","Phone","Claw Photo","Magic Mushroom","Naga Scale","Fairy Boon","Key","thorn","moonlight","necklace","goldenkey","curse","pelt")) <div class="notebox"><i class="fa fa-exclamation-circle" aria-hidden="true"></i> Remember to save your game before you leave.</div> <div class="notebox"><p><i class="fa fa-exclamation-circle" aria-hidden="true"></i> Do not use your browser's back button, instead, use the game's Undo and Redo arrows located on the left side (desktop version) or at the top (mobile version).</p></div> <img class="chheadimg" src="http://www.geekinglikeaboss.com/media/graphics/fairy revels logo.svg" /> The house on Marigold Rd has been there for as long as anyone can remember. If you were to ask your mother about it, she would tell you it had always been there. If you were to ask your grandfather about it, he would tell you the same. It would only be if you could speak to your great grand grandfather that you might find out when precisely the House appeared. As it stands, everyone in the town in which you live knows about the House, and they all will say the same thing if you were to ask them. The Marigold House of Respite has always been there. You have walked past the House several times in your life and looked at it past the wrought iron gates and hedges. It is a magnificent old house and while the shades are drawn during the day, the lights come on at night and shadows can be seen moving from within. If you looked towards the upstairs oriel windows, you would swear you saw someone peeking out through the curtains! But the moment you try to get a closer look, they vanish! When you were a teenager you took a dare to try to get in the gate. You did not even make it to the first step up the hill before you were chased off by an angry peacock with a loud and indignant shriek. But to this day you still ride by from time to time, gaze at the House, wondering what it must be like inside. Likewise, everyone in town knows what goes on at the House, but it isn't really something you talk about in polite company. At some point in time in their adult lives, every person in town is given an invitation to come up to the House for a visit. Not everyone accepts the invite. Many do. Some do not come back for a long time. A few did not come back for a terribly long time. But once they have been to the Marigold House, they do not discuss their time spent there. It is as if they are bound by some code of secrecy or honor. Everyone knows what the Marigold House of Respite is. But it is simply one of those things no one talks about. If the odd circumstances surrounding the place are of any consequence, it does not seem to upset anyone in the town. So why should it upset you? You have yet to receive an invitation. You get the distinct impression that it would be rude to appear without one, at least the first time. When you come home from work, there is a pile of mail in the box. You flip through the contents. Magazines, bills, a package of something you ordered which you can't remember ordering, and a red envelope. The envelope is not addressed to you, nor does it seem to have any return address. It is not even stamped! There is a wax seal on the back-baring an ornate three-headed peacock amid thorns. [[Open the Envelope]] [[Ignore the Letter]]

(set: $inv to $inv + (a: "Invitation Letter"))<audio autoplay="autoplay"><source src="http://www.geekinglikeaboss.com/media/effects/Clean_Paper_Rip.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio><audio autoplay="autoplay"><source src="http://www.geekinglikeaboss.com/media/effects/collect-item.wav" type="audio/wav"></audio> <div class="itemadd">You have received an invitation letter!</div><img src="http://www.geekinglikeaboss.com/media/graphics/letter-open.png" width="25%" /> Your hands tremble as your thumbnail catches on the wax seal and release it from the paper underneath. The heady aroma of pine and amber wafts from the open slit and you can see a single piece of thick paper folded neatly inside. You pull it free, unfolding it to reveal handwritten gold embossing done in a beautiful looping script. You can not help the sense of excitement as you take a moment to catch your breath before reading: *Greetings and Welcome, You are cordially invited to partake of the festivities during our annual Midsummer Gathering here at the Marigold House of Respite. We will open the gates at 9 p.m. sharp, at which point in time guests will be permitted within the house to enjoy drinks and light refreshments. Entertainment will be provided courtesy of Madame Marigold for the enjoyment of the guests. The gates will not open again until 9 a.m. the following morning, so please make plans to remain within the property until then. The dress code is black tie formal. Below is your ticket, provided by the House. Please arrive promptly at 9. House rules will be observed at all times. No cellular devices or photography equipment is permitted on grounds. We await your arrival, Madame Marigold* You read the letter again, hardly daring to believe this moment has come so suddenly! It seems so strange that it would be now. You don't even own anything one would consider formal wear! Still, you'd be a fool to turn down such an opportunity. Besides, no one is saying you have to do anything. This sounds more like a party than anything else. Surely it would be rude not to go...right? [[Go the Marigold House of Respite]]

At first, you think nothing of the letter. You fling it into the pile with the other unread mail and go to the kitchen to grab a drink before you relax for the evening. As you open the fridge to grab a drink you hear a very light *tap* reach your ears. You close the door to see the red envelope lying there, face up, only a few inches from your foot. You bend down to inspect the envelope briefly. A breeze must have blown it over. You place it back with the other mail and return to your drink before turning on the television. *Tap* You nearly jump out of your skin as the envelope smacks into your arm, poking you with its edge. It lies flat on the couch cushion next to you, almost as if waiting to be picked up. Looking around gingerly, you scoop up the envelope once more, flipping it around in your hands before starting to place it back in its spot. The envelope flutters out of your grip and lands now in your lap, twitching ever so slightly. It beckons you with a faint aroma you can not quite place before lying there, awaiting your choice. [[Open the Envelope]] [[Continue to Ignore]]

You pick up the envelope and walk over to the tv stand, opening one of the junk drawers underneath. You shove the envelope down into it, closing the drawer with a firm slam before deciding you're going to forget the whole thing. You go about your afternoon as per usual. You turn on the tv and binge watch a series while you check your social media platform to say hi to your friends. It only takes a second for you to realize they are all holding envelopes. As you continue to scroll, you see picture after picture of people you know taking selfies with it, showing off the ornate wax seal. A few people have tried to take pictures of the letter itself, but you notice all those pictures are blurry. As you read the comments, other people are reflecting disappointment or astonishment at who got an envelope and who did now. *Holy shit are you kidding?!* *I can't believe this! I would kill for an invite!* *You're not really gonna go, are you? I mean...we all know what happens in that house.* Everyone knows, but nobody really talks about it. People who have been inside don't exactly discuss their experiences. But it seems you are one of a select group invited to attend some kind of function. You feel your face grow warm at the thought of what happens behind those wrought iron fences. Your mind is abuzz with curiosity. You walk back to the drawer and fish the envelope out from under all the junk. Do you are open it? [[Open the Envelope]]

It is 8:30 when you arrive at the gates. The evening is warm and you can see the last golden rays of the sun as it vanishes beyond the horizon. There are others gathered at the base of the hill, waiting to be collected and shown inside. Everyone is so well dressed it seems surreal as if you are standing in a different century when people still showed up to the opera with hair fascinators and long gloves. Yet it feels special. After all, you were invited too. You recognize some of the people here, neighbors and friends alike. Some seem to be more comfortable than others. Perhaps they've been here before? It's hard to tell. After all, everyone has wanted to see inside the Marigold House. Who wouldn't? Even if you didn't want to participate in the business there, the house itself was a stunning revival of Queen Anne architecture. The grounds themselves comprise a hedge maze, a garden, a lake, and expand out into a heavily wooded area that goes on for miles. It's nearly impossible to get to the house itself by going through the woods, as there is a large cliff which one would have to scale, not to mention the very real possibility of getting lost on the way. As you stop to chat with some of the people here you know, the doors at the top of the hill open, and a figure walks down the stairs. She is a tall, broad-shouldered woman with a slight limp and silvery hair, and eyes that seem to shine purple in the torchlight. She takes out a ring of keys and opens the creaky gate slowly, her frown possibly the most forbidding thing about this place. None the less, she bows to the group before gesturing with a fluid grace to the house. "Welcome to the Marigold House of Respite. I am Chusuki, the caretaker and protector for the house. Please, continue up to the foyer where Madame Marigold will receive you and explain the House Rules. I strongly advise you to stay with the group and not wander the grounds. Our residents can be somewhat...territorial in some regards." You casually notice her impeccably pressed uniform, the fabric along her armor forming an armor-like style. The sash drawn tightly across her chest carries the emblem of the peacock across it, it's three heads stretched out as if singing or perhaps screaming out their frustration. You start to walk up the stairs with the rest of the guests, looking around at the bright flowers and pruned topiaries. Many are quite racy depictions of people entwined or scenes from mythology done in moss and vines. You spend so long looking at one, in particular, a beautiful rendition of Persephone reaching up into a pomegranate tree, that you fall behind the rest of the group. As you realize you are alone, you hurry to catch up when a sudden movement catches your eye. You notice that there is a small path leading around the back of the house towards the garden and the grounds. The sound of a door opening reminds you that you are supposed to be staying with the group. There is still time to catch up with the guests and go inside if you hurry. [[Go into the House]]

You decide it would be best to stick with the rest of the guests. After all, you wouldn't want to get lost in a big place like this! As you run up the steps to catch up, you can see that the property goes on for what looks like forever! The lights of the town are just pinpricks in the distance, seemingly miles away. The music coming from the open door beckons you in, and you can see Chusuki the bouncer waiting for you. She smiles knowingly but says nothing and she inclines her head and gestures for you to enter. "Do not go wandering." She warns again. You feel her eyes watching you as she follows behind, closing the doors and locking them. You notice her depositing the key in her breast pocket before he walks to the head of the crowd. As you wait to be received with the rest of the group, you can not help but marvel at your surroundings. The chandelier hanging above you is missing a few crystals, but it shines no less brightly, casting little prisms of rainbow across the room. You can see ferns dangling from hooks, adding a bright splash of green to the deep reds and burgundies of the foyer. There is a stuffed, three headed-peacock standing with one head tucked against its extended wing, another raised as if looking at you, and the third bent as if waiting to snap. You get closer to it, unable to resist touching the feathers. "That was Madame Marigold's favorite pet, Alphonso." You jump at the voice, suddenly close to you and see someone smiling at you from behind a reception desk. They have a ledger open and hold a feather quill, swiping a small check in boxes next to names. You peek around the edge of the desk to see your name has just been checked off. You did not even have to introduce yourself. [[Ask about the Book]] [[Ask about Alphonso]] [[Stay with the Guests]]

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Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back! You cough gently to gain the person's attention. "Why is my name in your book?" The person smiles at you in a manner bordering on smug. "We keep a ledger of all guests to our establishment. It's proven useful before in case someone goes missing." You feel your heart beat a bit faster at those words. "People go missing here?" "Oh of course!" The receptionist says. "It's a very large estate, and sometimes our guests don't stay in the house. It wouldn't be unusual for someone to have a few too many sips of wine and go wandering." They hold out their hand in greeting. "I am Sevroux. I keep the books for Madame Marigold and ensure our guests are recorded upon entering and exiting." Their eyes are an eerily bright hazel as their lips turn upward. "I already know your name." "I suppose you would. Listen, this is my first time at a uhm...place like this. Is there anything I should know?" You ask, wanting to be sure you don't make a fool of yourself. "We do have a list of House Rules we keep to. Here." Sevroux gives you a handout with the same swooping handwriting as the letter. "Please be sure to keep these rules in mind before making any selections for the evening. It will help avoid any problems. Now, why don't you join the others in the Waiting Room? I'm sure Madame Marigold will be down shortly." [[Enter the Parlor]] [[Take a moment to Read The Rules]]

"I didn't know anybody kept pet peacocks, much less three-headed ones." You mention offhandedly. You've never seen a peacock outside of a zoo before. It's amazing how lifelike he looks, even after being plucked, stuffed and re-feathered. You wonder if he was the same one who chased you as a teen, but you think you'd remember if it had more than one head! "Oh yes. Madame Marigold still has several about the grounds. They were her pride and joy." The receptionist closes the book, showing off the emblem of Alphonso emblazoned on the front. "You'll find many of them decorating the house here and there." They point to the door and when you turn you see a stained glass window above it with another peacock adorning it. "Neat!" You say before noticing the guests have already begun to file into an adjacent room without you. Tonight seems to be your night for getting left behind. "Uh, I'm sorry. It was nice to meet you...uhm..." It didn't occur to you till now, but the receptionist is a very attractive person of a rather indeterminant gender. Their perfect ironed suit reveals nothing about them save a professional demeanor and a cool but pleasant smile. You find yourself looking them up and down, trying to make your best guess as to what their uniform might be hiding. "I am Sevroux. I keep the books for Madame Marigold. Anyone here who is a member of staff will have a patch on their clothing. Guests will receive a pin." They point with two fingers to the silver peacock adorning their chest. "And in case you are curious, we are not available for private audiences." They say with that knowing look. [[Oh! I uh...I didn't mean...uhm!]] [[Sheepishly Retreat|Enter the Parlor]]

The receptionist's startlingly hazel eyes are locked onto you, making you feel nervous just by being in their presence. Something about them is off-putting in a way you can't quite discern. Maybe it's the way they smile as if they know something about why you decided to show up. Maybe it's the way you can't seem to figure out whether they are a male or a female. You mutter your goodbyes quickly and double time it into the waiting room. Immediately feeling more comfortable just by being surrounded by other people. [[Enter the Parlor]]

The crackling of a fireplace reaches your ears as you mill into the parlor with the rest of the guests. The finery continues here, a sense of aged elegance surrounding you. It's as if you've been transported to another world where gothic romanticism is still in vogue. The deep absinthe green of the walls brings to mind a documentary you once saw where they talked about the arsenic content of wallpaper in the Victorian era. You can see how easy it would be to choose aesthetic over caution, the vivid color is enchanting. There are many seats around, but everyone seems to be milling about, taking in as much of the environment as possible. It's nice to know you aren't the only one who wants to go home with stories about this house! There is a tea tray in the corner and lace doilies covering every surface. It's like someones eccentric aunt wanted to recreate a Jane Austin novel and dedicated a lot of time to get it just right. Amid the drapes and loveseats, you can see many artifacts dotting the pedestals and shelves. You can't help but be drawn to them out of curiosity. A curio cabinet sits there, displaying several interesting objects beyond the double-paned glass. The cabinet is well locked, each shelf displays a collection of moments from around the world. [[Investigate the Curio Cabinet]]

You flip the handout over once or twice, just getting a look at it. Like the envelope, it is red on the back with a three-headed peacock on the back. You turn it to the front and start to read. MARIGOLDS HOUSE OF RESPITE, Established in 1862 We here at the House bid you welcome to our establishment. As a guest, your comfort and safety are paramount. It is our greatest wish that you find yourself both delighted and revived by the services offered here. We have only a few rules which you are advised to observe while guests of the estate. <p>1: The staff is not available for private audiences. They have their duties to attend to. If you are in need of assistance, they are happy to serve. But please do not solicit them. </p> <p>2: Please confine all activities to the main house, the flower garden, and the hedge maze. The attic and basement are off limits, save by special invitation. We can not guarantee your safety if you should wander the extended grounds.</p> <p>3: Discretion is a two-way street. Confidentiality as to the activities which occur within the house and grounds are assumed by acceptance of the invitation you received in the mail. We ask that you not discuss anything you have seen with anyone once you leave the premises. </p> <p>4: If for any reason you are dissatisfied with the services you have received, you are free to register a complaint with the receptionist. However, we do ask that you do so with respect. Poor behavior will not be tolerated and we reserve the right to administer defenses as needed in such circumstances. </p> Please keep these in mind as you enjoy tonight's festivities. The Marigold House of Respite is pleased to have you!// Yours Truly, Madame Marigold [[Enter the Parlor]]

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You peer in through the glass. You can see an old oil lamp sitting on a pillow, it's little spout plugged up with a wax seal. Why? Is there still oil inside? Why not just dump it out? On another shelf, you can see a golden snake looped over itself again and again into an infinity symbol. It looks like a bracelet, but for the life of you, no matter how hard you look, you can't seem to find where it begins or ends. There is a smalls tone tablet next to it with hieroglyphics inscribed, but it's not like you read ancient Egyptian! The item on the next shelf is a set of keys, each one vastly different from the others, held on a key ring that almost looks like it belonged to a jailer out of an old movie or something. Next to it lies a tattered leather journal which has a small lock on it. On the last shelf is an assortment of what looks like large ostrich eggs, each one glittering as if covered with gold. Fabergé eggs maybe? You touch the side of the glass only to jerk your hand back with a startled yelp! The panel is hot! "Please, look with your eyes, my friend!" A low, sultry voice calls out to you, and you see dozens of eyes turn, wondering who caused the commotion. "Curiosity can be a virtue in this house, but even then it must be tempered with cleverness!" You see a woman standing at the front of the crowd, dressed in a perfectly tailored scarlet suit. Her hair is an unreasonable amount of black curls and she sports a fan which she waves in front of her face despite the room being quite comfortable. She has a stately sense of refinement to her, from the polish of her boots to the perfect coiffure she sports. When you look at her, you feel as if she might be forty or a hundred. It's difficult to tell. "Well. Hello hello to all of you! It's so nice to see so many accepted my humble little invitation. I am Madame Marigold, of the Marigold House of Respite! I welcome you to my home, and I hope you are prepared to enjoy the night's festivities!" [[Listen to Madame Marigold]]

Now that's she's talking, everyone seems to have forgotten your silly blunder with the curio cabinet. You turn your attention to the eccentric-looking woman, nursing the sore red flesh of your fingers behind your back. "Now, before we begin, I want to be sure you are all aware of the rules of the household. First of all, as stated in your invitation, there are no cellular devices or photography equipment allowed on premises. We take our privacy and the privacy of our workers very seriously here. Also, there is a non-disclosure agreement which you all must adhere to before we may proceed any further." No cell phones and you have to sign an agreement? Well, that makes sense. Really though, who would want evidence for anything they did here? You see Chusuki the bouncer mill through the group with a basket, collecting cell phones from the group. You hand yours over reluctantly. "I'll get this back, right?" "Of course. The phones will help in the Madam's private safe until morning when everyone will be able to retrieve them." She smiles, the expression looking strained and uncomfortable on her features. Once your phone is dropped into the basket, she reaches into a pouch on her belt and pulls out a small silver and black pin. She hands it to you casually, then taps her lapel. "Don't go losing it, understand?" "Uh, yeah sure." You keep a good look at the pin as she walks away, continuing to hand them out to others. The three-headed peacock makes another appearance, ensnared in art nouveau lines and elegant taste. "Everyone set? Excellent. Now, I trust you've all taken a moment to read your pamphlets but allow me to inform you of the way things run in my home." Madame Marigold closes her fan and holds it like a drill instructor readying to whip their troops into shape. "I believe in maintaining civility and class in my establishment. As such, my workers will mill about during the party, talking to you and sizing you up for themselves. Should you be approached, it is entirely up to you if you decided to accept or decline their offer. If you accept, they will escort you to their private areas where they will discuss any exchanges they wish. If you decline, do so politely and at your discretion. However, there are two rules which I must be absolutely clear about." You could hear a pin drop in the room, everyone giving Madame Marigold their undivided attention. Is it her presence, or her voice which commands such devotion? You can't even imagine someone being foolish enough to cough in her presence, much less interrupt! "You must stay within the allotted areas. The basement and attic of the house are closed off to visitors as well as the lake and the woods. Safety is our highest priority here, but should you wander outside the bounds or lose your pin, I can not promise your good health." You feel the uneasy laughter ripple through the crowd. What does she mean by that? Good health? Maybe she just doesn't want anyone wandering the ground and getting lost in the woods or getting drunk and falling in the lake. That seems likely. "Now then, if you will all speak your consent aloud, we will go out to the patio and begin the festivities!" [[Join the Party]] [[Hang Back]]

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<h1 style="text-align: center;">The House</h1> <img src="http://geekinglikeaboss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/mb-house-map-NO-HINTS.jpg" /> <hr> <h1 style="text-align: center;">The Fairy Revels</h1> <img src="http://geekinglikeaboss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/mb-map-Fairy-Grove-NO-HINTS.jpg" /> <hr> <h1 style="text-align: center;">The Howling Woods</h1> <img src="http://geekinglikeaboss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/mb-map-woods.jpg" />