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Oneday Quadrangle

The oneday cloisters, you stand in a central space 
created by buildings on all sides, and dominated 
by a knarled wide oak and an uneven and wildly 
colourful garden.

East is a nineteenth century warehouse building 
converted to living quarters.
North is a low building with glass along its length, 
the water of a 25 metre pool reflects the autumn sun.
West is a building that looks like an English 
country house but by intention 
and the addition of some complex parasitic architecture, 
has been converted for use as office space.
South is a modern and uninspired squat factory building, 
it has no windows but two large doors are slid open 
revealing a quiet, clean, and unmanned production line, 
humming almost imperceptibly.
Obvious exits: north to oneday poolside and east 
to oneday warehouse


east

oneday warehouse

When you dance and your arms and hands find 
ways through the temporary spaces of the crowd 
and your hips rotate and your torso flexes and twists, 
and movement flows rhythmically through 
your whole body, you can't help thinking that music is 
filled with spatial cues and that lucid large gestures 
and measured breathing are all in some way a direct 
consequence of a musical map.
In the sense of feeling hollow and sinewy and 
alive reaching into the light and the clarity. 
Moving measured and slow. 
This room is made up of all those temporary spaces.
sort of type thing
It is also the ground floor of a warehouse 
and good place to play loud music
Obvious exits: up to all empty living space and 
west to oneday quadrangle.

up
all empty living space
A big open space, with a ceiling made low by 
bunches and folds of raw cotton
hung untidily, covering it completely all 
white and dishevelled.
Autumnal sun streaks through large, 
down to the floor, warehouse windows, 
and plays on the stained, polished, wood floor; 
three large futon, lying sort of next to each other 
so you could, perhaps, crawl from one to another, 
are obscured by a number of large Marks and 
Spencers duvets. This sleeping place fills a 
small part of the excessive floor space.
A low trestle table runs from the mattresses 
all the way to the wall and on it are two 
unremarkable terminals; books and magazines, 
some scattered, some organised into ridiculously neat rows. 
One end is full of wood and metalworking tools, 
a lathe, and a fix mounted drill dominate 
chippings and useless looking objects in 
various states of disrepair.
Most of the space is bare hollow and peaceful.
There are no chairs.
A wrought iron staircase leads down
Obvious exits: down to oneday warehouse and up to Cafe Tired
You see DELL 486DX here.
JBen, Kas, Ilona and Menno are here.


examine DELL 486DX

DELL 486DXDELL 486DX 
(aka #2879, DELL 486DX, computer, and network)
Owned by JBen.

The screen of the DELL 486DX is blank, 
but it seems to be shimmering slightly.
You feel strangely drawn to it.
Obvious verbs:
  enter DELL 486DX
  tap on DELL 486DX
  g*et/t*ake DELL 486DX
  d*rop/th*row DELL 486DX
  gi*ve/ha*nd DELL 486DX to 

enter DELL 486DX
I don't understand that.

examine JBen
JBen (aka #4824, JBen, and nofun)
Owned by JBen.
A young man in his early twenties, 
given to walking in the pouring rain.
Research interests:
writer and consultant on virtual communities
Comments:
MediaMOO's man in London
Carrying:
 gauntlet 	scruffy leather journal
Obvious verbs:
  transform-msg JBen is 
  wh*isper  to JBen

up
Cafe Tired
Large and empty. 
...but there's been work going 
on in preparation 
for good things to come.
On the wall is a large temporary 
sign which says:


   Cafe Wired:
   Here you are virtually connected to Cafe Wired@LambdaMOO.
   (This means if you say or emote anything here, they'll see it there.)
   Be advised.
                        -The Management  


The South wall is all glass, and looks out over the warehouses of Media Gulch.
Beyond the warehouses to the Southeast lies San Francisco Bay. Next