:DESCRIPTION
`7You're standing in a pretty plain patient cell. The ceiling is light gray.
The padded walls are a bricklike gray. The floor is a textured dark gray.
The only color in the room is the royal blue sheet on the cell's bed.
A patient, Mr. Onassis, stands facing the northwest corner. He is lightly tapping his
forehead against the padded wall and muttering in gibberish. You almost tell
him to stop, but you realize that Xavier can't hurt himself on the padded walls.

:TALKMAN1
`2“Iih Rootcood,” Xavier says without turning. “Ii ood toon dnaatsreednuu uuooy,
tuub eew eeraa nii reegnad. Dniif eeht bmoob.”

:TALKMAN2A
`2“Ii woonk eeht eeriiw eecneeuuqees,” Xavier tells you. “Tuuc eeht seeriiw
taa eeht eemaas eemiit nii siiht reedroo:
:TALKMAN2B
`2Reebmeemeer, xiis seeriiw taa eecnoo, nii taaht reedroo.”

:ASKCIRCLE
`2Xavier looks sad. “Yeeht deecroof eem,” he says regretfully. “Ii diid toon
tnaaw oot eekaam eeht bmoob, tuub eeht ytiinaasnii eelcriic deecroof eem.
Ii maa yrroos, rootcood.”

:LOOKBED2
`2It's a small bed with blue satin sheets and wooden head and footboards.

:LOOKMATTR
`2The mattress is covered in a blue satin sheet.

:SUPPORT
kill x XAVIER x x KILLXAV
look x XAVIER x x LOOKXAV
|sleep x BED x x NOSL
|lay x BED x x NOSL
|lay x |DOWN x x NOSL
|go x |SLEEP x x NOSL
enter x BED x x NOSL

:NOSL
`2Now is no time to be thinking about sleep.

:KILLXAV
`2Xavier deserves to live.
:LOOKXAV
`2Xavier is a small, balding man. In his light blue patient robe, he doesn't
seem quite as insane as he did before his arrest. If you didn't know that he
was a deadly sociopath with a passion for explosives, you'd almost think he
was normal; except for the head banging against the wall thing and the speaking
in gibberish thing.

:END