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TTBCD3: Choose Your Own misADVENTURE.

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Thomas Edison:
As you draw closer, one of the gentlemen places his brush back into a bucket and taps his friend on the shoulder.

You find yourself before a freshly varnished door.



Can we help you?

The two men in front of you are none other than Stonewall Jackson and Karl Marx.

Beyond them, inside the building, you can hear loud music, drunken banter and the sounds of frivolous youth.

You also notice the pistol in Jackson's gun belt, and his hand steadily hovering by it.

pwhodges:
Nevertheless, I face them calmly and say: "I am a representative of the plumbing company, here to check that the installation of our revolutionary and new-fangled toilet system is satisfactory" - hoping that this gambit will gain me entrance to the building and some freedom to move around it.

Thomas Edison:
Jackson's hand moves closer towards his pistol, but Karl places a firm hand on his shoulder.


Finally! Monet's been drinking since yesterday and he's managed to cause the damned thing to flood itself. It's down the corridor, past the billiard room and on your right.

The co-founder of Marxism carefully opens the door, ensuring he doesn't get varnish over his stylish clothes.

As the door shuts behind you, you find yourself in a bland hallway.



The first door to your right is labelled "Sitting Room". You can hear nothing beyond this door.

The second door is labelled "Billiard Room", this is where all the commotion is coming from. Various drunken voices shout and sing the traditional Russian song Kalinka loudly.

Beyond that is the toilet. Murky brown water is running out from under the door.

The fourth and final door has no sign on it at all, but is made from blackened steel and has a giant padlock upon it.

There's also a set of stairs leading upwards. Somebody has placed a velvet rope barrier in front of them to prevent access (because clearly nobody can ever get past velvet rope barriers).

Tom:
You quickly glance around, seeing no one other than your impossibly sexy, time traveling buddies. "Nothing ventured..." you sigh as you surreptisiously un lasp the velvet rope from one post and attach it to the next.

Dollface:
Thomas i trust you can take care few minutes of them while i go and get somethings from local gunsmith cause i didnt stock ammunition on this trip so i just have six shot in my six shot so i go and get ourself some hardware cause i noticed this add on old news paper.

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