comment: |- 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" members: | \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.} body: | \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. stuff: | [[ActorRules]] number: <> wrapup: <> claimedby: Xavid status: Draft