Doctor Benway (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} doctor_benway) wrote,@ 2006-10-24 04:26:00 |
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"The Last Hour of My Recent Trip to Beijing" by Infocom
You wake up to a girl wearing fishnets and a Hello Kitty t-shirt shaking you.
>l
You are in a hotel room. It is most likely yours. You are most probably still in Beijing, where you were yesterday. The curtains are drawn and there are clothes- some of them yours- on every surface. There is a pair of pants you don't recognize draped over the television. Your telephone is on the bedstand and your suitcase seems to be upside-down in the corner, with a tie hanging out of it like a regimental-striped tongue.
"Don't you have to be at the airport now?" says Hello Kitty.
>l phone
Your moblie phone seems to giggle at you as the clock reads 12:45PM. The alarm is still set, but doesn't seem to have gone off.
>i
You currently have:
Birthday suit
Hangover
>get pants
You stand up on the second try and retrieve your pants from the television. In the pockets are: your wallet, your passport, a very-nearly-empty pack of 555 Internationals, a pink thong, and a matchbox that reads "Grand Hyatt Beijing".
>oh shit
You light your last cigarette.
>l girl
This is the girl you met last night at the wedding party of the British Diplomat from Cambridge that you joined at some point last night. Her name is "Eighty-eight". She mentioned, you realize, that she worked at the Belgian Embassy, and that she moonlighted as an informer to the Chinese Ministry of State Security. She notices you looking and winks. "Such a Gentleman," she gushes.
>?
Shouldn't you be getting to the airport?
>oh shit
"What time does your flight leave?" asks Eighty-eight. "Didn't you say two?"
>pack
You right your suitcase and begin to frantically stuff clothing into it. Eighty-eight manages to remove the various feminine articles before you zip it up, and graciously finds a shirt you missed and helps you put it on. Cufflinks are a bitch when you're seeing double, eh?
>leave
Eighty-eight opens the door and heads downstairs with you. In the elevator she scribbles a number down on your arm and gives you a wink. Upon leaving the elevator she also reminds you that you should probably check out.
>check out
You put your credit card on the desk and wait. The clerk gets a message on her walkie talkie and asks if you want the umbrella?
>what umbrella?
You don't know. You say you don't want it.
Somehow, things happen and you end up with an invoice to sign.
>leave
You and Eighty-eight find a taxi. She shoves you in, gives you a kiss, and floats away. Inside, you tell the driver you need to be at the airport fast.
>bribe driver
You tell the driver if he gets you there in 20 minutes, you'll double the fare.
>pass out
Still drunk, are we?
You wake up to the driver yelling at you. You even remember to grab the receipt so you can go to accounting when you get back home...
>run motherfucker run
You run relatively straight, amazingly, and manage to check in with one minute before they close the flight. Hot damn.
You wake up to a girl wearing fishnets and a Hello Kitty t-shirt shaking you.
>l
You are in a hotel room. It is most likely yours. You are most probably still in Beijing, where you were yesterday. The curtains are drawn and there are clothes- some of them yours- on every surface. There is a pair of pants you don't recognize draped over the television. Your telephone is on the bedstand and your suitcase seems to be upside-down in the corner, with a tie hanging out of it like a regimental-striped tongue.
"Don't you have to be at the airport now?" says Hello Kitty.
>l phone
Your moblie phone seems to giggle at you as the clock reads 12:45PM. The alarm is still set, but doesn't seem to have gone off.
>i
You currently have:
Birthday suit
Hangover
>get pants
You stand up on the second try and retrieve your pants from the television. In the pockets are: your wallet, your passport, a very-nearly-empty pack of 555 Internationals, a pink thong, and a matchbox that reads "Grand Hyatt Beijing".
>oh shit
You light your last cigarette.
>l girl
This is the girl you met last night at the wedding party of the British Diplomat from Cambridge that you joined at some point last night. Her name is "Eighty-eight". She mentioned, you realize, that she worked at the Belgian Embassy, and that she moonlighted as an informer to the Chinese Ministry of State Security. She notices you looking and winks. "Such a Gentleman," she gushes.
>?
Shouldn't you be getting to the airport?
>oh shit
"What time does your flight leave?" asks Eighty-eight. "Didn't you say two?"
>pack
You right your suitcase and begin to frantically stuff clothing into it. Eighty-eight manages to remove the various feminine articles before you zip it up, and graciously finds a shirt you missed and helps you put it on. Cufflinks are a bitch when you're seeing double, eh?
>leave
Eighty-eight opens the door and heads downstairs with you. In the elevator she scribbles a number down on your arm and gives you a wink. Upon leaving the elevator she also reminds you that you should probably check out.
>check out
You put your credit card on the desk and wait. The clerk gets a message on her walkie talkie and asks if you want the umbrella?
>what umbrella?
You don't know. You say you don't want it.
Somehow, things happen and you end up with an invoice to sign.
>leave
You and Eighty-eight find a taxi. She shoves you in, gives you a kiss, and floats away. Inside, you tell the driver you need to be at the airport fast.
>bribe driver
You tell the driver if he gets you there in 20 minutes, you'll double the fare.
>pass out
Still drunk, are we?
You wake up to the driver yelling at you. You even remember to grab the receipt so you can go to accounting when you get back home...
>run motherfucker run
You run relatively straight, amazingly, and manage to check in with one minute before they close the flight. Hot damn.
