All right, time to interact the heck out of some stuff. First off, you snag the COCKTAIL from the ZOMBIE BUTLER'S TRAY. You've left him hanging long enough. It's a GIBSON MARTINI, six parts GIN, one part DRY VERMOUTH. This one is garnished with a CHERRY--- unheard of!
You pick the LIGHTER up from under the TABLE and place it on top. You then check the VASE, but it's very attached to the TABLE. It is also quite dead, JIM. The DEAD FLOWERS are also dead (obviously), and PLASTIC, and attached inside the DEAD VASE. There are no secrets here, not a single RUPEE.
Might as well check the VOXCO RECORDER. You pull some hot thriller dancing moves and avoid that DOORWAY with the... CLAW MARKS. Those can't be good.
You mash PLAY and listen.
"Our lanterns are fully charged, a necessity here it seems. There's no switch for the lights. Atmospheric. I almost ran into a zommelier in the dark, but as soon as I struck him up in conversation, he seemed quite (un-)lively. Limited vocabulary, but that is to be expected. I have drunk some of his proffered red wine, and I must say it is delicious, though it possesses a strange bouquet. It is a pleasant development in this unpleasant place.
"I took the time to examine the the portraits on the wall. Toblerone seemed to recognize the Candaemon, but would not elaborate. Curse his muteness! Miles was more interested in the portraiture of Death. Quite an accurate likeness, I must admit. I've only met the (cough) 'man' once, at the university--- and heavens forbid I shall not meet him again for some time! I'm not sure, but there's something strange about the picture. However, certain impulses are driving me to press on and I will not linger. We shall make camp for the day in the next room, assuming it is not so horrendous a place as to be drenched in blood or having arms hanging from the ceiling or something vile to do with puppies, lasers and gaudy silver clockworks."
>NOOOO MUST SAVE THE PRECIOUS MULE KICK!!!!!!