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title: 00059
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created: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700
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updated: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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---
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### 00059 {#00059}
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> Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the
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> vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:
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>
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> ```
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> #!/bin/ash
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> sleepy=true
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>
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> sleep() {
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> while sleepy; do
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> sleep(10)
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> done
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> }
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>
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> trap sleep INT EXIT
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> ```
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>
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> He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to bread.
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>
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> "Drink up friend, this'll relax and soothe you. You'll probably have
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> the best night's sleep you've ever had"
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>
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> Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.
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>
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> "7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can
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> interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the
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> disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it
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> gets crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the
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> enchantment."
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>
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> Turning to Inky, "Eight bells and all's well, lets get this show on
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> the road"
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Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack
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their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their
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hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the
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cushions. They're already asleep by the time their head hits the
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pillow.
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> Inky nods once at Alex's words and finishes off their own cuppa
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> steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha.
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> Lucida, Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra.
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>
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> They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is
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> well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike
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> her impish charge) and silently mouth the words "Dude 215R" with a
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> wink. Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms,
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> which are propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their
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> lap. A herb bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.
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>
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> Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still
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> Fuko.
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You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes
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darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.
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You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.
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When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous
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white tree. It's as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver
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blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below.
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One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here.
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The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small
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iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching
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and reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up
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overhead, where its roots drill into the ceiling above.
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Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree
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represents Kelsun Peak, Bread's home. And also because of dream
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logic, you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way
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represent the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And
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they are just as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be
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aware of you, and are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from
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them.
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There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It
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looks curiously up at you and says, "The Red Squirrel stole my
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acorns! Are you going to get them back for me?"
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You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself
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to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. "Inward" you can feel a
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tug toward Bread's deep unconscious. To their core memories.
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"Outward" you can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the
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Sea of Dreams, where you may continue your journey through the
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Collective Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering
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Bazaar. You need not move physically to travel in either direction.
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It's more a matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds
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blow you in that direction.
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"My acorns!" insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. "The Red
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Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?"
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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@ -319,6 +319,7 @@ Master</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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@ -355,11 +356,11 @@ Teale</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 78266 words / 334 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p>
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<p>There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -7033,6 +7034,83 @@ Dreaming?</p></li>
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<li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in
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the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the
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vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
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<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
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sleepy=true
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sleep() {
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while sleepy; do
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sleep(10)
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done
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}
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trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
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<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to
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bread.</p>
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<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have
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the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
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<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.</p>
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<p>“7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can
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interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the
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disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it gets
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crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the
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enchantment.”</p>
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<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on
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the road”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack
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their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their
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hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the
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cushions. They’re already asleep by the time their head hits the
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pillow.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own cuppa
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steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha. Lucida,
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Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra.</p>
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<p>They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is
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well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike her
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impish charge) and silently mouth the words “Dude 215R” with a wink.
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Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms, which are
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propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb
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bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.</p>
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<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still
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Fuko.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes
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darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.</p>
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<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
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<p>When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous
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white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver
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blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below.</p>
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<p>One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here.
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The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small
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iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching and
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reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead,
|
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where its roots drill into the ceiling above.</p>
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<p>Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree
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represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of dream logic,
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you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way represent
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the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And they are just
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as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be aware of you, and
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are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from them.</p>
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<p>There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It
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looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red Squirrel stole my acorns!
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Are you going to get them back for me?”</p>
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<p>You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself
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to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward” you can feel a tug
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toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their core memories. “Outward” you
|
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can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams,
|
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where you may continue your journey through the Collective
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Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You
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need not move physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a
|
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matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in that
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direction.</p>
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<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red
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Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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www/rss.xml
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www/rss.xml
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<title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
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<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
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<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
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<item>
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<title>59</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">59 - Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56
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-0700</guid>
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<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700</pubDate>
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<description>
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<![CDATA[
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<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial.
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On the vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
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<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
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sleepy=true
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sleep() {
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while sleepy; do
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sleep(10)
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done
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}
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trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
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<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it
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to bread.</p>
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<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll
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probably have the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
|
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<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to
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Marvelo.</p>
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<p>“7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out
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you can interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should
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work for the disruption work. Or if you need to you can set
|
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sleepy=false, if it gets crazy and you need to modify the
|
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metavarbalic properties of the enchantment.”</p>
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<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this
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show on the road”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the
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glass, smack their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with
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the back of their hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close,
|
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and they slump down on the cushions. They’re already asleep by
|
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the time their head hits the pillow.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own
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cuppa steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus
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matcha. Lucida, Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless
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mantra.</p>
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<p>They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will
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remind you, is well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank
|
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you very much, unlike her impish charge) and silently mouth
|
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the words “Dude 215R” with a wink. Then they settle for a nap,
|
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chin pillowed on their forearms, which are propped atop
|
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drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb
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bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.</p>
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<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well,
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still Fuko.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It
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smokes darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and
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heady.</p>
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<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
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<p>When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of
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an enormous white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its
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leaves are silver blades that uncurl in the dappled light from
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below.</p>
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<p>One of the first things you notice is that gravity is
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reversed here. The branches below you reach down, grazing an
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endless sky. Small iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily
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far, far below, catching and reflecting the light. And the
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trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead, where its roots
|
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drill into the ceiling above.</p>
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<p>Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree
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represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of
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dream logic, you know that the branches furthest away from you
|
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in some way represent the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in
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the mountain. And they are just as dangerous. They sway in the
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breeze and seem to be aware of you, and are for now satisfied
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at the distance you keep from them.</p>
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<p>There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the
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branch. It looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red
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Squirrel stole my acorns! Are you going to get them back for
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me?”</p>
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<p>You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient
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yourself to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward”
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you can feel a tug toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their
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core memories. “Outward” you can feel a tug away from Bread
|
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toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams, where you may continue
|
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your journey through the Collective Unconsciousness to the
|
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pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You need not move
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physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a matter
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of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in
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that direction.</p>
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<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The
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Red Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help
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me?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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]]>
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</description>
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</item>
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<item>
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<title>56</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 78266 words / 334 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p>
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<p>There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -7036,6 +7037,83 @@ Dreaming?</p></li>
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<li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in
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the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the
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vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
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<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
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sleepy=true
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sleep() {
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while sleepy; do
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sleep(10)
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done
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}
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trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
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<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to
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bread.</p>
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<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have
|
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the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
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<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.</p>
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<p>“7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can
|
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interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the
|
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disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it gets
|
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crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the
|
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enchantment.”</p>
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<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on
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the road”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack
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their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their
|
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hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the
|
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cushions. They’re already asleep by the time their head hits the
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pillow.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own cuppa
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steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha. Lucida,
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Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra.</p>
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<p>They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is
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well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike her
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impish charge) and silently mouth the words “Dude 215R” with a wink.
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Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms, which are
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propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb
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bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.</p>
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<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still
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Fuko.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes
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darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.</p>
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<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
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<p>When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous
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white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver
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blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below.</p>
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<p>One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here.
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The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small
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iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching and
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reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead,
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where its roots drill into the ceiling above.</p>
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<p>Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree
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represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of dream logic,
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you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way represent
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the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And they are just
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as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be aware of you, and
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are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from them.</p>
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<p>There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It
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looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red Squirrel stole my acorns!
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Are you going to get them back for me?”</p>
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<p>You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself
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to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward” you can feel a tug
|
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toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their core memories. “Outward” you
|
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can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams,
|
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where you may continue your journey through the Collective
|
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Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You
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need not move physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a
|
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matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in that
|
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direction.</p>
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<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red
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Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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@ -7433,6 +7511,7 @@ embers.</p>
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</summary>
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<p><strong>THREADS</strong></p>
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<ul>
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<li>kasutva, noodle head</li>
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<li>scissormen, huskies, dreamforms, gliftwirp the warpwefter,
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Ephermeris</li>
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<li>Lady in Red ??? Tess, Piskin, Salvia ; Beaker (and Cio) trailing the
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