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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:11 -0700</pubDate>
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<h3 id="00044">00044</h3>
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<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it
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up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need
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a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
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rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
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intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
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to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
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It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets.
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They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is
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injured.</p>
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<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the
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blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing
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whatever lay beneath.</p>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
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little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
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fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
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yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
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glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
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Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
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mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
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hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
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the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
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They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
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can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
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thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
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tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
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with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
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extensive library.</p>
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<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets,
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jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
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bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
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face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
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you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
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You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html">www</a></p>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">44 - Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:08
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:11 -0700</pubDate>
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<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it
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up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need
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a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
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rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
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intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
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to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
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It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets.
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They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is
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injured.</p>
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<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the
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blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing
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whatever lay beneath.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
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little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
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fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
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yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
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glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
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Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
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mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
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hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
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the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
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They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
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can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
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thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
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tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
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with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
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extensive library.</p>
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<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets,
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jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
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bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
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face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
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you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
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You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html">www</a></p>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">50 - Sat, 31 Dec 2022 10:33:06
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<h3 id="00050">00050</h3>
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<p>Meta: I look forward to reading the A.I.’s play once it’s
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written, we should go back and write the sequence of events
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for this segment from their perspective in play form at some
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point.</p>
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<p>Alex gingerly takes the note from the owl and reads it
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quickly. “I guess my S.T.A.G. got to Inky after all.” Eyeing
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the tower and cutting up the windows, it looks like maybe I’d
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get a shot in from the zip line. But it’s iffy.</p>
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<p>Alex grabs the wheel and guides the balloonship slowly up a
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few levels. From that vantage point it should only be 3-4
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levels between the ship and I.</p>
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<p>After getting the ship in place he grabs a zip line canon
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and launches it at one of the windows on the 7th floor,
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sinking the anchor firmly beneath the window.</p>
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<p>Now to signal Inky… Alex rummages around the ship, finding
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both a signal flare gun and flares in the cargo hold, at least
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the pirates were prepared for the worst. Taking aim away from
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the Balloon Sails, Alex fires the flare up into the air
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creating a dazingly and bright signal in the sky.</p>
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<p>You fire the zipline and the hemogoblin cheers adorably.
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The spear pierces the stone right beneath the 7th floor
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window, and the hooks extend and foam, cementing the line in
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place.</p>
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<p>In a locker on the side of the ship you find a few signal
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flares. You point them away from the balloons and fire into
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the sky. The flares explode brilliantly and hang dazzling in
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the sky before slowly drifting downward.</p>
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<p>A pair of zephynos swim over, attracted by the brilliant
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sparkling lights. They excitedly bat at the air with their
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hands and turn somersaults. They pull at some clouds and
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squeeze them into dozens of abstract forms inspired by the
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bursts. They toss them back and forth playfully and soon the
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boulders are drifting around listlessly overhead.</p>
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that their ship has been stolen. Several crowd into the hole
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in the wall and shout and shake their fists at you.</p>
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<p>You hear a low chirrup behind you and turn to see the
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hemogoblin standing in the middle of the deck. Somehow in all
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the commotion it has managed to get its tiny little hands on
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the ruby-hilted dagger. It grips the hilt tightly in both
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hands and gazes in wide-eyed wonder at the gem, utterly
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captivated, back turned to the fireworks. The hemogoblin and
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the blade are absolutely dripping with rivers of blood. A
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decent sized pool has already formed at its feet.</p>
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