>search debris
You can’t see any such thing.
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¯\_(ツ) _/¯
Search vestry? And if that doesn’t work, let’s head East again.
>search vestry
You can’t see any such thing.
>E
Vestry
The vestry once held surplices. Today, it holds a surplus. Debris, broken furniture, blown-in leaves, panes of dusty glass and mildewed cloth, all unwanted.
There’s even an old Victorian piano stool, but no sign of a piano.
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X stool. Let us investigate further.
sit on the stool and play an invisible piano
>X STOOL
An old wheeled piano stool, wide and tall, with a hinged and padded seat.
>SIT ON STOOL
You clamber onto the piano stool for a moment, but this achieves nothing.
11:53 PM
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Open stool. This is kind of a weird party.
>OPEN STOOL
You lift the hinged lid.
>LOOK INSIDE STOOL
In the piano stool is Emily’s sketch book.
11:54 PM
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Look at the sketch book. Or read it. Possibly take it.
>TAKE SKETCH BOOK
Taken.
[Your score has just gone up by one point.]
>READ SKETCH BOOK
An old child’s sketch book, pages of cartridge paper sewn up in cloth binding. On the front, in faded copper-plate handwriting, is written “Emily’s Animals Book”.
Emily has yet to sketch anything in it, though.
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play chopsticks on the piano
I have a sneaking suspicion that 12 is our deadline y’all 
Edit : looks like we might be done in the chapel for now… We should leave the chapel
There is no piano here.
>W
Victorian Chapel
In pride of place is a shocking modern-art statue of a man, and it is a kind of collage. He has an air-raid warden’s helmet, a sickle in one hand, a soldering iron in the other: an old-fashioned cavalry officer’s tunic and a pair of miner’s trousers, then Indian sandals.
There is a sudden roar from the crowd. Five minutes to midnight!
>W
Churchyard
A night-jar flutters from perch to perch along an old iron fence.
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(Note: it’s still 11:54 PM)
Hmm I’m a little lost as to what to do now - go back to the starting area and try going north?
>SW
Century Park
There is a huge cheer from the distant centre of the crowd.
11:55 PM
>N
But, that way lies the party. The crowd, the miasma of celebration for something you never wanted to celebrate in the first place. You know you’ll succumb in the end, but for now you can’t bear the idea.
11:56 PM
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There is one direction yet to try.
West, right?
>W
Kaldecki’s Monument
A corner of the Park, beside copses of trees and some fencing. Standing about here is the outdoor equivalent to always being in the kitchen at parties.
The pyramidal Monument, built by the (very eccentric) Hungarian who laid out the park, dominates this corner. It isn’t very pleasing to the eye. Although the party’s organisers planned to bounce flashy lasers off the tip, somehow they don’t seem to have got round to it.
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Hmmm x monument?
>X MONUMENT
A crazy, pyramid-like construction, the height of a small tree, but wide at the base. Walking around it, you see no obvious beginning or end.
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Oh, we never did examine the ticket in our inventory did we?