Editing Prowl the corridors (Parabola)

{{Action
|Icon = orphanagecorridors.png
|From Storylet title = Light Fingers: The Parabolan Orphanage
|ID = 239792
|Description = Bright, white, twisting, listing, shining, winding, wide, narrow, straight as an arrow. Doors open on walls. Walls curve into ceilings. Ceilings fold into stairways.
|Game Instructions = You must explore for a time, until you can get your bearings.
|Locked with = {{Lock|Exploring the Parabolan Orphanage|4}}
|BroadQuality = {{IL|Shadowy}}
|BroadDiff = 145
|Success title = Progress?
|Success description = [Airs-based description]

You turn down a new corridor. You've been walking for some time now, and you haven't encountered anything overly familiar. Could you be close to finding the wedding venue?

[Exploring progress description]
}}

{{Variant table
|Condition = Airs of the Parabolan Orphanage|Condition alias = Airs|Compact = yes
|Effect = Orphanage description
|Value 6 = You wander down a corridor. It descends steeper […] until you're forced to fall onto your backside and slide. Jasper lets out a wail; Clara a shriek. You drop like rag dolls into another corridor. […] the ceiling above looks solid and unremarkable.
|Value 29 = […] A moustachioed prisoner lunges out, sobbing, and you realise this is […] a dreamer, snatched from some nearby dream. "The man in the mask!" he sobs. "He kept me here! I want to wake up!" You give him directions to escape and he flees […]
|Value 31 = You find yourself descending a corridor that slopes more and more steeply. As you're carefully making your way down, a rush of stagnant black water rises to meet you. You […] flee the sudden flood. When you finally stop running and turn back, it's gone.
|Value 36 = […] distant screams has been a constant backdrop. […] rises in pitch and volume and intensity, until you're crouched on the floor with your fingers in your ears. Then it stops […] When you pull your fingertips away, they're red with blood.
|Value 41 = This corridor twists itself into a knot. You scramble over peculiar edges and slide down sudden drops. The geometry is implausible. You feel dizzy.
|Value 61 - 69 = […] a door labelled 'Room 122.' Wasn't this where the Moon-Miser was being kept […]? […] chains slither out and wind around you […] The walls become eyes […] A shadow-faced orderly approaches, a needle in its hand, but Jasper and Frank haul you back to safety.
|Value 74 = […] you find a dreamer […] surrounded by snapped pencils. "I was having my usual dream where I was King of the Pencils […] The man in the mask […] made me watch as he... […] the royal court will never recover!" You tell him the way out and he stumbles away, sobbing.
|Value 79 = The next corridor is an Ouroboros, a perfect circle of white plaster without windows or doors. […] Are the walls becoming narrower […]? […] Before you are crushed, you order Jasper and Frank to smash through the wall. They comply […]
|Value 82 = A moment of panic as a roaring rush of flames suddenly swallows the corridor. It's a ghostly fire […] and it doesn't harm you, or even produce smoke. But the walls blacken and char in the pallid conflagration, exposing the worm-riddled beams within.
|Value a = You hear panicked, wheezing noises […] Her eyes are screwed shut and her arms are raw-red from pinching. "Wake up! Wake up!" she mutters, slamming her palms against […] her head. […] her eyes open wide as saucers. She springs up like a rabbit and flees […]
|Value b = A pair of gangling scientists approach you, inhumanly tall, their faces shrouded by shadow (except their eager smiles). […] "Where are your smocks? Why do you still have eyes?" Jasper rushes at them […] they collapse into sticks and silk-scraps.
|Value c = […] where racks of surgical implements glint on the walls. At the centre is a slab […] Beside it stands an enormous glass alembic, filled to the brim with […] moon-milk. A dull-eyed Clara climbs onto the slab […] but you […] bundle her out of the terrible room.
|Value d = The next corridor rises steeply uphill […] A solid shove from Jasper pushes you over the top, and you find yourself suddenly alone in a perfectly flat corridor. It takes an hour of wandering and shouting before you reunite with your companions.
|Value e = "Meal time!" A shadow-faced orphan hobbles past you, sobbing and licking a clean plate. "Meal time!" She runs into a wall and dissipates, leaving a charred silhouette. You continue walking.
|Value f = A shrieking cacophony erupts. A surge of shadowy patients spill […] and rush toward you, gabbling, moaning, urged forward by a shadow-faced orderly who lashes their backs with a whip. Just as the stampede is upon you […] they vanish like morning mist.
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{{Variant table
|Condition = Exploring the Parabolan Orphanage|Condition alias = Exploring|Compact = yes
|Effect = Description
|Value 0 = "This place is horrible," says Clara miserably.
|Value 1 = "Where are we now?" asks Jasper glumly. He has the air of a child whose next five birthdays have been cancelled.
|Value 2 = "When we find Poor Edward," says Frank mildly, "I am going to do things to him that would offend a gentlemanly constitution."
|Value 3-4 = "I think we're getting close," says Clara. She's stroking the derringer concealed in her sleeve with a fingertip.
}}
*{{Success Increase|Shadowy}}
*{{Gain|Exploring the Parabolan Orphanage|1 x}}
*{{Airs|Airs of the Parabolan Orphanage|hidden=yes}}

{{Redirect|Light Fingers: The Parabolan Orphanage}}

{{Failure
|Failure title = Back to where you began
|Failure description = […]

You keep walking, down corridor after corridor. Hang on - you recognise that fist-shaped hole in the plaster. And […] there's the door that leads to the corkscrew-corridor. You're back where you started. […]

Jasper punches the wall in frustration
|Failure summary = The text for the first two paragraphs is chosen from the description tables above.
}}
*{{Failure Increase|Shadowy}}
*{{Gain|Nightmares|+2 CP}}
*{{Item Loss|Exploring the Parabolan Orphanage|1 x}}
*{{Airs|Airs of the Parabolan Orphanage|hidden=yes}}