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Junction Box (#14566)

[the homeless guy (#5222) ]

<> A point made critical by a concurrence of circumstances. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Participants may connect to their rooms from the Junction Box and back again. --- Type 'WAYS' to see the current connecting spaces. 'OUT' to go randomly to one of the connected spaces. 'HELP HERE' for instructions. ---
Wow look at these . ? !

Monopticon

A cramped velvet-lined room with one window peering out over the topography of PMC2. COMMANDS: ~~~~~~~~~ BL*INK - (in a come hither fashion if you'd like) to move the Monopticon's gaze to the next room. EXIT - to go to the current room. LOOK OUT - to see the current room outside the Monopticon. ABOUT HERE - for more information about the Monopticon.

Outside the Subject

You are standing where you have always been. The other stands before you, in your face so to speak. The room has white walls, pockmarked with the black holes of eyes. Eyes drawing you in, the walls effacing you. There is a distance between you and the other. The other stares back across the distance. "We" disappears....only I and Thou remain. You are not you. Welcome to the abject, the other.

Lab Door

A public doorway into Flipper's lab, a junction to a thousand other rooms. Type Enter Lab to use it.

Pater.Nostril

Repeated several times fast and remembering, WYSIWIG, you can achieve self-contradiction, a tenous grasp of the obvious, and Wessonality. But not necessarily in that order.

Psychopomp

Present!

soundChamber

Anechoic. No external sound can penetrate the walls.

Carnival Tent

A bulging gaudy striped mess of canvas that flaps in various places. All sorts of unimaginable things are promised inside. Or maybe not.

The Chatter box

The floor seems to be quite sturdy. You see nothing standing around, incessantly chattering.

Nicho

There is a cadence to the breath, a measureing of time as inscribed by the diaphragm that is alien to that which flows proportionaly with the given three dimensions. In the soft interplay and friction between the two reference points, we surf the knife edge of consciousness and, within such a miracle, to place form and function, limit or name would be unthinkable. Be it what it is, it is a man, mind clothed in flesh, flesh clothed in light shadows, a robe. Eyes, lightning color between the blinks, show curiosity and gentle wonder.

holoroom

Be careful, this is an experimental room. If you run into any problems, type @shutdown to get out.

Schiele

Celebrity pork shoulder (reformed with added gelatin and water).
.. *** Disconnected ***