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Actors pregame.
Wasn't the tower populated by Gibbelins, not Goblins? -- Eddy
Most people don't know what Gibbelins are, and in canon they're described as a type of murderous goblin. -- Xavid
name: "Gibbelins\u2019 Tower Theater Company"
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\MrsSchiff{Your dramaturge, a \mf{geology teacher}{princess from
India}. Often serves as a narrator and provides
introductions or announcements.}
\Max{A long-time actor who was known for \their{}\ldots{} complicated
friendship with \Sid{}, a former member of your troupe.}
\IndianaJones{Professor of Arch\ae{}ology turned actor.
Interested in all sorts of strange phenomina.}
\Tantalus{Tantalus, son of Zeus, a great king once. (At least, that's
what \they says.)
Spent a long time starving in the
Underworld. Uses a stage name to aid suspension of disbelief.}
\UnicornLover{A strange kid obsessed with beauty.}
\AirshipDude{If you're nice, \they{}'ll give you a ride in \their{}
airship!}
\Mathematician{A robot. Refuses to play a human in performances.
Good at math and Rock Paper Scissors.}
\PulpScientist{Likes tinkering with things and talking about ``Science!''}
\DrugLord{Possibly insane, but can always be counted on to have an
outlandish costume for every performance.}
\Tara{Dread pirate bodhisattva, sworn to save all living beings from
suffering and to sail the seven seas.}
\RealityShowDude{Always adding surreal new twists, different for every
performance!}
\TribblesDude{Loves adorable things, to an obsessive degree.}
\Rahu{Immortal Hindu demon. Has this thing about eating the sun.}
\InkCatherly{An explorer. You think Ink's a nickname.}
\CancerGirl{Every troupe needs an intern.}
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\bigquote{So Jane goes to the edge of the world, where Santa Ynez
touches on the chaos. She walks across the bridge to the abandoned
tower of the gibbelins. Finding that its machinery is in recoverable
order, she assembles a theater company of gods and humans to answer
suffering.
Also they put on shows.}{---``What is Hitherby Dragons?''}
> Welcome one and all, Ises and Isn'ts,
\noindent
announces \MrsSchiff{} to empty seats. (It's dress rehersal.)
> to Gibbelins' Tower, where millenia past man-eating goblins stored
treasure beyond renown. We have gathered here, from the corners of
the Earth, across the bridge that rises to span the endless sea, to
put on Shows and make sense of the senseless.
\noindent
\RealityShowDude{\first says that the best way to save the world from suffering is to
broadcast performances to an imaginary or hypothetical audience
beyond the world. \Their explanation that ``Everybody loves the
theater!'' does not always convince.}
> Our humble tower has much
that is noteworthy. Its foundation is built on the face of
a monstrous lavelwod. It is one of only five towers near California
with an apple tree on the top floor. The coffee is only 99 cents, a
really quite reasonable price, as I'm sure you agree. But I'm sure you
will find the company of actors to be the most impressive of all.
> The cast you will see tonight is like no other assembly of
theatrical professionals!
\noindent
continues \MrsSchiff{}. (The hiring policy approximates accepting
anyone who asks with sufficient persistance.)
> We are a cast of
undead kings and innocent children, of gods and demons, of robots
and pirates. We tell legends because without them, some things are beyond
comprehension. And that is the gift our phantasmagoria will grant
you this evening! And, without further ado, let me present
``Revenge of the Sky Pirates'', by our very own \AirshipDude{}!
That's when things start to go wrong. \DrugLord{\full{} can't
remember \their{} lines.} \Tantalus{}'s costume doesn't fit right.
\InkCatherly{\first} keeps making goofy faces from the airship deck.
\Tara{\first{}'s prop sword's blade flies across the stage when
\they{} gestures dramatically.} The airship starts making a
piercing screech in the middle of the show for no readily apparent
reason. Then you feel a sudden lurch as the tower starts to rise,
blackness swarms over you, and the world around you becomes jagged
and shapeless. It is very dark, and the wind howls horribly around
you.
And then, with no discontinuity, you're in the Place Without
Recourse. The sun is this brilliant golden glow and you feel the
beauty of the world bubbling up within you, and along with it a
fey conviction that nothing you do, and nothing you have ever done,
will matter again.
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