Little Park (#969)(an instance of Generic Room with Seats made by Marcus)A high fence of iron bars separates this strip of park from the street running to the south. The park once had a walk and garden, but now it's all gone to seed. At either end is an old, wrought-iron gate. Hanging off the spikes on the eastern gate are some remnants of undergarments--old trophies of some kind? It's daylight. Something's squirming in the grass; the air hangs with rain. In the park is an old wooden park bench, missing a slat but still serviceable. You notice some details: Look west to see the western gate; east to see the gate on that end. Curious, aren't we? Not only is there a pair of lace panties, not overly large, but a brassiere to match, about a B cup. Too bad, they're out of reach. The bench is a sturdy hardwood-and-ironwork park bench that looks like it's seen better days and better friends. It'll fit five, or one stretched out... Sorry, try calling it just a bench... You see glasses here. EXITS: The eastern gate was forged to match the gate opposite. By a mistress, seemingly...the piece looks like it belongs in a gallery. Iron snakes and bugs trace along it, almost looking alive. On the other side you can see a little street. You're going to have to figure out another way to see what's hanging here... [ east ] Little St.. You head east through one of the gates. You find yourself on... The western gate was forged to match the gate opposite. By a master, seemingly...the piece looks like it belongs in a museum. Birds and flowers trace along it, almost looking alive. On the other side you can see a ruined shell of a space, but quiet, leading you to contemplate... [ west ] Crumbling Foundation. You head west through one of the gates. You find yourself by... What do you see? dream and find out... [ dream ] a tangle of wild flowers. Rising or falling into your dream, the park becomes....... |