Bathroom, Scummett block 1
You are awake, but you would rather not be. The severe cramp in your neck seems almost inconsequential in comparison with the pounding in your head. Your suspicions are roused as to what may have happened the previous night because, as yet, you can remember nothing. A peculiarly furry sensation in your mouth, combined with the unmistakable stench of very cheap scotch, adds to your mounting fear.
By the time your vision clears and you notice that you are lying in the bath of your friend's hall of residence, it is clear to you that you are a victim of Jessica's 21st Birthday Party, as advertised on lamp posts and fences across the city for the past three months.
Your liver is reporting major difficulties and your stomach produces intermittent gurgles of protest. Your head drowns out all other considerations, however, and you sit up, take a look around you, and pray for death...
An Interactive Fiction by Paul Equinox Collins
Release 1 / Serial number 140813 / Inform 7 build 6G60 (I6/v6.32 lib 6/12N)
© Copyright 1999-2014 Paul Equinox Collins. With thanks to the rec.arts.int-fiction community for help and advice.
(in the bath)
The narrow, dingy bathroom of Scummett block is furnished with a bath and a toilet. The wallpaper peels miserably, as though — knowing from the first that it was doomed to languish in a humid cesspit — it could never quite summon the motivation to stand upright. The stippled glass on this shady side of the building admits little light, but the door leading south into the corridor is outlined in faint brightness.
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