comment: | {{{ Max, starts as an actor, was here pregame and trapped Sid If he's been here before, does he have a new question? Probably. Still wants to keep dangerous people/things in the PwoR Starts with some extra knowledge Probably can't reconcile with Sid until he figures some stuff out * No particular personal reason for plays * Question plot: related to having trapped Sid: ** Different interactions with Sid, maybe including some "combat" mechanic like insult dueling or game of questions ** Get each other's secrets * Something about the Knife of the History of Mr. Kong? ** Does he get it from a quest of Confucius? Does he know he wants it? What does it do? * Could become Minister of Ragged Things to trap more Siggorts? ** It'd be cute for him to swap with Sid so Sid can escape * Answers could tie to plot outcomes * Question: "Why do we hurt the ones we love?" ** Answer1: "Because we too have been hurt." ** Answer2: "Love brings with it the fear of loss." }}} name: Max player: Samuel Duchovni gender: m claimedby: Andrew stuff: | [[Actors]], [[NatureOfTheWorld]], [[Dedicated]], [[MaxFalse1]] contacts: |- \Sid{Your friend, but you had to seal him away so he wouldn't vivisect anyone.} \MrsSchiff{The sort of honorary head of your acting troupe. You've worked with \them for ages.} \AirshipDude{Builds your props and sets. \They's been here long enough that you've hung out with \them a fair amount. Seems basically to be an idealist.} \Buddha{\They has been talking to you about your problems with \Sid. You aren't sure if you want to become friends with \them, but \they will probably at least help you talk to \Sid.} body: | \bigquote{“It’s because you’re an isn’t,” Max says. “You aren’t. So even though you’d think, having a nature to vivisect people, that you would, you don’t. Actually. Instead you just hang out with me.” Sid looks aggrieved. “That’s ridiculous,” he says. “Siggorts have been around since the dawn of the world. We’re totally not isn’ts.” “Prove it.” “How?” “Vivisect me.” Sid stares at Max for a long moment. His wheel of knives spins. Max looks really uncomfortable. “Wait,” he says.}{"Are Siggorts?"} The world is such a spiral of echos that you can hardly keep track of what you wanted anymore. To make \Sid safe, not from what might be done to him by the world, but what he might innocently do to it - a stain that he wouldn't recognize, and the world wouldn't recognize, but which would slice into you and break everything that you and he had. Well, that was what you wanted. You wanted it and you got it too. \Sid isn't going to vivisect anyone now that you trapped him in the Place Without Recourse. It might be in a Siggort's nature to innocently vivisect people but in a place with no consequence how could that matter? So you were clever, and trapped him and yourself. It sort of had to be both of you, after all. The two of you'd been together since you were so very little. \Sid was so very good at scaring off bullies with his wheel of knives. And it was you he was destined to live together with as well. So when you read “Prester Gee and the Ragged Things” and waited for them to come, summoned by your awareness of them and Ii Ma, you expected to spend forever in the Place Without Recourse. With \Sid. The thing was, though, that when you were given your question by Ii Ma, some horribly twisted, convoluted thing you could barely make sense of, \Sid just cut through it like it was butter. "How can you enter the land of guilt and the distant glebes of suffering and the leeds of the kells of the knowledge of your sins, and walk away unscathed?" Sid rephrased it for you, after you summoned him. "How could you imagine that you could do such things and have them be okay?" he said, and then the trap you had made for yourself came crashing down around you. You could hardly look at his face when he said it... you'd never seen him in so much pain. But then he told you the answer like it was nothing. Like it was nothing. "Walk in like you own the place." And after you'd just trapped him and that look of uncomprehending betrayal had writ itself across his face, too. But he just realized what the question was, thought about it a bit, and ever so gently gave the answer. And then you were gone and free, and he was still there. You tried to figure out your life after that. Make sense of it. The plays you put on at the Gibbelin's Tower seemed to help with that, so you stuck around there. And now it's happened again. The Ragged Things came again, and again they came not just for you. Did your knowledge of them, apprehending and being apprehended in turn by Ii Ma drag the whole acting troop into the Place Without Recourse with you? If you first journey was something of a crime and something of a salvation at the same time, well, there's no salvation about this. Ii Ma's voice carries to you as you re-enter. "**Why do we hurt the ones we love?**" Goodness knows you hurt \Sid, and he hurt you too, but why? You don't have any idea, any more. You were just trying to do what was right. Doesn't that count for anything? You've been talking to \Buddha, trying to be at peace with what you did. \Buddha is a really chill \Buddha{\mf{guy}{gal}}. You even consider \Buddha{\them} as sort of a friend, since \Buddha{\they} has been trying to help you reconcile with \Sid. You're more than happy to help out \Buddha{\them} in return. On the other hand, you've seen the destruction and hurt that comes from being close to someone! That makes you not sure if you really want to be friends with \Buddha. And there he is, dressed differently but that same person, with that same wheel of knives and those same feathers in his hair. Has he forgiven you? How //could// he forgive you? == Goals == * Find a way to reconcile with \Sid{\first. Even if you just fight, that's still way better than nothing. Except, you still don't want \em vivisecting anyone. So you still need to keep \em here.} * Keep other dangerous things from escaping into the outside world. * Find if there's a way to get the Ragged Things to seek out other dangerous beings and trap them, instead of whatever criteria they normally use. * Answer your question. You suspect \Sid might not do it for you this time. username: badgedesc: A Casually-dressed \mf{Actor}{Actress} number: <> castinghint: | Your character is \name, an actor newly arrived in the Place without Recourse. You've been here before, to the Place without Recourse. You even trapped \Sid{} here. Now you're back, face to face with the friend you betrayed. Costuming:\\ Modern everyman actor/cowboy. Suggested reading:\\ http://imago.hitherby.com/2006/04/are-siggorts-ii/\\ http://imago.hitherby.com/2006/04/hitherby-annual-2-maundy-thursday-ii/ wrapup: <> CR: <> password: <> answers: | [[MaxAnswer1]], [[MaxAnswer2]] email: monkmagpie@dukhovni.org