[STING OF THE WASP] Let's Play Interactive Fiction Together!

Talk to Cecilia about Cecilia

x pantsuit

A hundred-eighty pound woman packed in a hundred-sixty pound Chanel reject. You've got to hand it to her though, all that fuchsia really does detract from what it covers.

"Oh, Julia. It's been ages. You simply must see our pictures from Tuscany," she says, and before you can decline, she pulls a stack of photos from her purse.

talk to cecilia about pantsuit

"That's quite the outfit, Cissy," you say, barely able to keep down your bile.

"Why, thank you, Julia. My husband picked it up in Milan. It really catches the eye, doesn't it?"

Catches and won't let go.

x wine

Although Merlot is currently receiving wider commendations, you suspect it's more due to how easy it is to pronounce its name rather than any aesthetic superiority.

"Here's my eldest, Tyler, isn't he handsome?" Cissy croons, showing you a photo of a rather dirty little boy with a finger up his nose.

talk to waiter about pantsuit

"I'm sorry Mrs. Hawthorne, but I'm very busy," he says, bustling over to a particularly loud table.

"Oh ooh, here's Madison. Isn't she darling?"

"She's absolutely breathtaking," you say.

take wine

You're rude, but not that rude. Try asking the waiter for some wine instead.

"And this is our villa, isn't it just to die for?"

Frankly, you agree. You'd die before setting foot in such a dismal little hovel.

Talk to Cecilia about Cecilia

"How's Cissy, today?"

"Who?" she says, noticeably confused. "Oh right, me, I'm fine."

go south

go south

"I'm dreadfully sorry, Cissy, but I have some things to do," you say, rubbing your temples in attempt to ward off the migraine you know is coming.

"Ciao!" Please, one month in Tuscany and she thinks she's Monica Bellucci.

Garden path
Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season.

go southwest

go southwest

Garden
Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and the club itself lies to the north.

Melissa Stratham, wife to Johnathan Stratham, sits here on a bench, delicately leafing through a paperback novel.

As she sees you enter, she looks up and grins impishly. "Oh, Julia," she says, closing her book for a moment. "I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you preferred to do your hoeing in the basement."

God damn, ice burn!

Talk to Melissa about gala

Talk to Melissa about gala banquet

"Are you looking forward to the banquet?"

"Well yes I am. It promises to be quite interesting, don't you think?"

Talk to Melissa about Julia Hawthorne

Talk to Melissa about Cecilia

Talk to Melissa about Julia Hawthorne

"I'm fabulous, aren't I?"

"Well, you're no Beverly, but at least you aren't a nouveau."

That's funny, coming from her.

Talk to Melissa about Cecilia

"My God, did you see what Cissy was wearing?"

"Oh, that woman. She just does not know interesting photography. Cynthia on the other hand..." Melissa lets her words trail off deliberately.

Talk to Melissa about Cynthia

Talk to Melissa about photography

Talk to Melissa about Cynthia

"What do you know of Cynthia?"

"I'd watch your step around her. She's a sly one."

Talk to Melissa about photography

"Have you heard of a certain photo making it about the club?"

"Oh yes, I heard someone had taken a photo of you as you were, indisposed. There's just no privacy any more is there?"

x photograph

Talk to Melissa about that specific photograph