LOWER THEATER, ON THE BENCH (HOT, STICKY)
Hot, foul, and dark. How did indoor theater become so fashionable? Well enough in spring rain or winter, but not in the thick, dead afternoon of high summer. And though Rito and Imita looks very fine, shining with electric moonslight in the enclosed
gloom, you're much more aware of being crammed in neck-by-neck with your sweaty fellow citizens.
Damn the crowd, in truth: your mood was hot, foul, and dark when you sat down. Aessa was supposed to meet you here. She's made excuses before, and you don't think about what it might mean. Try not to think, rather. Just watch the story. One of your
favorites. But it's miserably hot, and you just aren't caught up in the play...
An Interactive Catharsis
Copyright 1996 by Andrew Plotkin.
(First-time players should type "about".)
Release 6 / Serial number 961218 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12
Standard interpreter 1.0
LOWER THEATER (on the bench)
If nothing else, you have a good seat. The stage is only a few rows to the north. People are jammed on benches in every direction; you think the aisle is somewhere to the west.
The play is into the final act. Rito has finally found out about Imita's affair, and he stalks the stage, whipping voice and hands about himself. A footfall behind him; he turns, and sees Imita. She backs a step at the force of his gaze.