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  ate the sun pregame and now has come up with more impossible
  tasks to pursue.  Take over the place without recourse now?

  One possible endgame is for him to sacrifice himself to become the
  sun (see [[Quetzalcoatl]]), but that's not a plot he has.

  * Plays aren't very interesting, resources.
  * Question: "What's worth achieving?"
  ** Two answers, leading to wanting to rule people or wanting to become the
     sun.
  ** Answer1: "A legacy that will outlast your life."
  ** Answer2: "The respect of all people."
claimedby: Eddy
name: Rahu
player: Alex Arkhipov
gender: m
stuff: |
  [[Actors]],
  [[Flying]], [[Small]],
  [[Truth1]]
contacts: |
  \MrsSchiff{Comes up with all sorts of creative uses for you in plays.
    Ghost of Christmas Past, world-conquering AI, inspiring presence
    of a dead master... Casting a floating
    head does seem like it could be an interesting challenge.}
  \Tantalus{The other mythological figure in the troupe, a resurrected Greek
  king.  You're glad not to be the only one who tried to pull something
  on the gods and got caught, even if they're not the same gods.}
  \PulpScientist{Some newly-arrived mad scientist turned actor or something.
    Seems suspicious of you for some reason.}
  \TribblesDude{Your friend, or at least someone who believes that devouring inhuman creatures are awesome and is willing to proclaim it loudly.}
body: |-
  \bigquote{“The sun must be tasty,” Sid says.

  Rahu’s irises are the color of almonds. His eyebrows are the color of teak. His skin is warm.

  “Because,” says Sid. “So many people want to eat it. You; Sukaynah; the wolves—”

  “No,” says Rahu.  “The sun is intolerably bland,” says Rahu. “It burns going down. It is not a pleasure meal. It is an expiation. For me, and for her.”}{“The Looming Cloud”}

  Every morning, you wake up in bed and look at the dawn.  It is so incredibly 
  beautiful, so mad wack stunning gorgeous, and you say, "I'm hungry."  This morning, you 
  wake up and look at where the dawn should be.  The storm of clouds and 
  darkness is so incredibly beautiful, so mad wack stunning gorgeous, 
  and you say, "I'm full."

  Wait.  What was that, again?  The sun is missing, and your 
  all-consuming hunger is sated?  This can't be coincidence, though you 
  can't precisely remember actually eating the sun, though some dim 
  recollection tells you it is true nonetheless.

  Throughout your existence, you have always sought the impossible, and 
  each time victory has been snatched from your grasp, like an animal 
  losing a prized, juicy bone that it just snatched off the table.  
  First, you sought out the nectar of the gods to obtain immortality.  
  You snatched it, poured it into you mouth, but before you could swallow,
  the sun alerted Vishnu, who severed your head from your body.  Your head
  gained immortality.  Your body did not.

  Thereafter, you have always blamed the sun for your failure.  Had it 
  not alerted Vishnu, you would have been whole and immortal.  You 
  devoted yourself to pursuing the sun across the sky and swallowing it.  
  However, in those rare few instances where you do catch it, and 
  darkness enshrouds the world, it passes through your neck, and the 
  eclipse passes.

  But that was another place, before you came to the Place Without 
  Recourse.  You arrived here yesterday, or a week ago, or a year ago -- 
  it's impossible to tell the nature of time here -- along with the other 
  actors in Gibbelins' Tower.  Of course, that begs the question of how a 
  god (well, demon, technically) like you ended up becoming an actor.  
  You've told all sorts of fanciful stories about that, but the truth is 
  that you don't really know.  Of course, that doesn't stop you from 
  making up stories when asked.  However, you do remember coming here -- 
  to the Place Without Recourse.  There you and your fellow actors were, 
  in Gibbelins' Tower, when Ragged Things came and whisked the entire 
  Tower away.

  This place, while not the real world, is not the mythic world either.  
  When you came here, you lost most of your demon powers.  You guess that's
  what "Without Recourse" means.

  But, there was still a sun here.  So you set out on your mission once
  again.  This world has different rules.  You thought, maybe this
  time, when you swallow the sun, it would not emerge from the stump of
  your neck.  Maybe this time, it would be forever.  However, without
  your powers of old, you did not know how you'd accomplish this task.

  Yet, though you have no memory of the act, you 
  somehow succeeded.  You did it.  You did the impossible.  Your 
  life's goal has been fulfilled.  Now what?

  As you ponder, potential futures swim around in your head.  You have 
  visions of yourself accomplishing other impossible tasks.
  However, each dissolves into nothingness as the same question echoes 
  again and again -- the question that you were asked when you arrived 
  here:

  **"What is worth achieving?"**

  == Goals ==

  * Find a new place for yourself in life.
  * Come up with new impossible tasks to pursue.
  * Use Shows to explore the bewildering possibilities before you.
  * Answer your question.
username:
badgedesc: A Fanged, \mf{Bearded}{Long-haired}, Floating Head
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castinghint: |
  Your character is \name, an actor newly arrived in the Place without
  Recourse.  Ancient Indian demon. In your former life, you were a god
  whose goal was to swallow the sun.  Every day you would try, and
  every day you would fail.  However, this morning, the sun is missing
  and you are mysteriously full...

  Costuming:\\
  You're a disembodied floating demon head.  Other than that,
  maybe Indian-inspired clothes.

  Suggested reading:\\
  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahu
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status: draft
answers: |
  [[RahuAnswer1]], [[RahuAnswer2]]
email: arkhipov@mit.edu