From f0ce293cc9e06017248c31a2039e6426aaebf6d2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "Christopher P. Brown" Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 22:17:11 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] 59 --- basement.order | 1 + src/epistolary/00059.md | 102 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ www/index.html | 84 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-- www/rss.xml | 98 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ www/spoilers.html | 85 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-- 5 files changed, 364 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) create mode 100644 src/epistolary/00059.md diff --git a/basement.order b/basement.order index 5708fef..29f07d9 100644 --- a/basement.order +++ b/basement.order @@ -26,6 +26,7 @@ src/epistolary/00055.md src/epistolary/00056.md src/epistolary/00057.md src/epistolary/00058.md +src/epistolary/00059.md src/bestiary/index.md src/bestiary/aetherwael.md src/bestiary/aur.md diff --git a/src/epistolary/00059.md b/src/epistolary/00059.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d67286b --- /dev/null +++ b/src/epistolary/00059.md @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +--- +title: 00059 +created: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700 +updated: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700 +public: yes +syndicated: yes +--- +### 00059 {#00059} + +> Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the +> vial is a small strip of parchment which reads: +> +> ``` +> #!/bin/ash +> sleepy=true +> +> sleep() { +> while sleepy; do +> sleep(10) +> done +> } +> +> trap sleep INT EXIT +> ``` +> +> He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to bread. +> +> "Drink up friend, this'll relax and soothe you. You'll probably have +> the best night's sleep you've ever had" +> +> Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo. +> +> "7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can +> interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the +> disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it +> gets crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the +> enchantment." +> +> Turning to Inky, "Eight bells and all's well, lets get this show on +> the road" + +Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack +their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their +hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the +cushions. They're already asleep by the time their head hits the +pillow. + +> Inky nods once at Alex's words and finishes off their own cuppa +> steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha. +> Lucida, Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra. +> +> They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is +> well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike +> her impish charge) and silently mouth the words "Dude 215R" with a +> wink. Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms, +> which are propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their +> lap. A herb bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion. +> +> Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still +> Fuko. + +You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes +darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady. + +You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep. + +When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous +white tree. It's as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver +blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below. + +One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here. +The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small +iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching +and reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up +overhead, where its roots drill into the ceiling above. + +Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree +represents Kelsun Peak, Bread's home. And also because of dream +logic, you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way +represent the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And +they are just as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be +aware of you, and are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from +them. + +There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It +looks curiously up at you and says, "The Red Squirrel stole my +acorns! Are you going to get them back for me?" + +You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself +to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. "Inward" you can feel a +tug toward Bread's deep unconscious. To their core memories. +"Outward" you can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the +Sea of Dreams, where you may continue your journey through the +Collective Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering +Bazaar. You need not move physically to travel in either direction. +It's more a matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds +blow you in that direction. + +"My acorns!" insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. "The Red +Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?" + +WHAT DO YOU DO diff --git a/www/index.html b/www/index.html index de4da66..8e3e5d6 100644 --- a/www/index.html +++ b/www/index.html @@ -319,6 +319,7 @@ Master
  • 00056
  • 00057
  • 00058
    • +
  • 00059
  • Bestiary
  • Geography
    • @@ -355,11 +356,11 @@ Teale

    Stats

    -

    Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the +

    Total length: 78266 words / 334 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not just the story.)

    -

    There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first -post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.

    +

    There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first +post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.

    About

    This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over email.

    @@ -7033,6 +7034,83 @@ Dreaming?

  • What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?

    • +

    00059

    +
    +

    Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the +vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:

    +
    #!/bin/ash
+sleepy=true
+
+sleep() {
+        while sleepy; do
+                sleep(10)
+        done
+}
+
+trap sleep INT EXIT
    +

    He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to +bread.

    +

    “Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have +the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”

    +

    Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.

    +

    “7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can +interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the +disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it gets +crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the +enchantment.”

    +

    Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on +the road”

    +
    +

    Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack +their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their +hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the +cushions. They’re already asleep by the time their head hits the +pillow.

    +
    +

    Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own cuppa +steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha. Lucida, +Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra.

    +

    They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is +well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike her +impish charge) and silently mouth the words “Dude 215R” with a wink. +Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms, which are +propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb +bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.

    +

    Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still +Fuko.

    +
    +

    You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes +darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.

    +

    You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.

    +

    When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous +white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver +blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below.

    +

    One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here. +The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small +iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching and +reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead, +where its roots drill into the ceiling above.

    +

    Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree +represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of dream logic, +you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way represent +the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And they are just +as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be aware of you, and +are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from them.

    +

    There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It +looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red Squirrel stole my acorns! +Are you going to get them back for me?”

    +

    You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself +to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward” you can feel a tug +toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their core memories. “Outward” you +can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams, +where you may continue your journey through the Collective +Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You +need not move physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a +matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in that +direction.

    +

    “My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red +Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”

    +

    WHAT DO YOU DO

    Bestiary

    Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria

    diff --git a/www/rss.xml b/www/rss.xml index c6745f1..d48b402 100644 --- a/www/rss.xml +++ b/www/rss.xml @@ -5,6 +5,104 @@ BASEMENT QWEST https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah! + + 59 + dozens@tilde.team (dozens) + 59 - Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 +-0700 + Mon, 30 Jan 2023 21:41:56 -0700 + + 00059 +
    +

    Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. + On the vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:

    + 
    #!/bin/ash
+sleepy=true
+
+sleep() {
+        while sleepy; do
+                sleep(10)
+        done
+}
+
+trap sleep INT EXIT
    +

    He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it + to bread.

    +

    “Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll + probably have the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”

    +

    Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to + Marvelo.

    +

    “7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out + you can interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should + work for the disruption work. Or if you need to you can set + sleepy=false, if it gets crazy and you need to modify the + metavarbalic properties of the enchantment.”

    +

    Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this + show on the road”

    +
    +

    Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the + glass, smack their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with + the back of their hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, + and they slump down on the cushions. They’re already asleep by + the time their head hits the pillow.

    +
    +

    Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own + cuppa steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus + matcha. Lucida, Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless + mantra.

    +

    They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will + remind you, is well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank + you very much, unlike her impish charge) and silently mouth + the words “Dude 215R” with a wink. Then they settle for a nap, + chin pillowed on their forearms, which are propped atop + drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb + bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.

    +

    Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, + still Fuko.

    +
    +

    You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It + smokes darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and + heady.

    +

    You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.

    +

    When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of + an enormous white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its + leaves are silver blades that uncurl in the dappled light from + below.

    +

    One of the first things you notice is that gravity is + reversed here. The branches below you reach down, grazing an + endless sky. Small iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily + far, far below, catching and reflecting the light. And the + trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead, where its roots + drill into the ceiling above.

    +

    Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree + represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of + dream logic, you know that the branches furthest away from you + in some way represent the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in + the mountain. And they are just as dangerous. They sway in the + breeze and seem to be aware of you, and are for now satisfied + at the distance you keep from them.

    +

    There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the + branch. It looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red + Squirrel stole my acorns! Are you going to get them back for + me?”

    +

    You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient + yourself to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward” + you can feel a tug toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their + core memories. “Outward” you can feel a tug away from Bread + toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams, where you may continue + your journey through the Collective Unconsciousness to the + pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You need not move + physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a matter + of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in + that direction.

    +

    “My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The + Red Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help + me?”

    +

    WHAT DO YOU DO

    + ]]> +     +     56 dozens@tilde.team (dozens) diff --git a/www/spoilers.html b/www/spoilers.html index bea2b02..f8699c1 100644 --- a/www/spoilers.html +++ b/www/spoilers.html @@ -319,6 +319,7 @@ Master
  • 00056
  • 00057
  • 00058
    • +
  • 00059
  • Bestiary
  • Geography
    • @@ -358,11 +359,11 @@ Teale

    Stats

    -

    Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the +

    Total length: 78266 words / 334 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not just the story.)

    -

    There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first -post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.

    +

    There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first +post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.

    About

    This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over email.

    @@ -7036,6 +7037,83 @@ Dreaming?

  • What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?

    • +

    00059

    +
    +

    Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the +vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:

    +
    #!/bin/ash
+sleepy=true
+
+sleep() {
+        while sleepy; do
+                sleep(10)
+        done
+}
+
+trap sleep INT EXIT
    +

    He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to +bread.

    +

    “Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have +the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”

    +

    Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.

    +

    “7, remember, should you need to wake bread to get us out you can +interrupt or cancel the sleep script, Ctrl + C should work for the +disruption work. Or if you need to you can set sleepy=false, if it gets +crazy and you need to modify the metavarbalic properties of the +enchantment.”

    +

    Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on +the road”

    +
    +

    Bread smiles and thanks you for the milk. They down the glass, smack +their lips a few times, and wipe their mouth with the back of their +hand. Their eyelids grow heavy and close, and they slump down on the +cushions. They’re already asleep by the time their head hits the +pillow.

    +
    +

    Inky nods once at Alex’s words and finishes off their own cuppa +steeped with calea and thyme, and blended into osmanthus matcha. Lucida, +Protege, Aware, Perfume. A meaningless mantra.

    +

    They glance to their owlish accomplice (who, she will remind you, is +well-trained and needs no sleeping aid, thank you very much, unlike her +impish charge) and silently mouth the words “Dude 215R” with a wink. +Then they settle for a nap, chin pillowed on their forearms, which are +propped atop drawn-up knees. A walking stick rests on their lap. A herb +bouquet of pink blooms becomes an owl cushion.

    +

    Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still +Fuko.

    +
    +

    You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes +darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.

    +

    You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.

    +

    When you open your eyes you are standing on the branch of an enormous +white tree. It’s as wide as a narrow street. Its leaves are silver +blades that uncurl in the dappled light from below.

    +

    One of the first things you notice is that gravity is reversed here. +The branches below you reach down, grazing an endless sky. Small +iridescent jellyfish medusae drift lazily far, far below, catching and +reflecting the light. And the trunk thickens as it reaches up overhead, +where its roots drill into the ceiling above.

    +

    Because of dream logic, you know that in some way this tree +represents Kelsun Peak, Bread’s home. And also because of dream logic, +you know that the branches furthest away from you in some way represent +the great dragon Lucin who lives deep in the mountain. And they are just +as dangerous. They sway in the breeze and seem to be aware of you, and +are for now satisfied at the distance you keep from them.

    +

    There is a chipmunk sitting cross-legged before you on the branch. It +looks curiously up at you and says, “The Red Squirrel stole my acorns! +Are you going to get them back for me?”

    +

    You can feel a metaphysical tug in your gut as your orient yourself +to dreamspace like the needle of a compass. “Inward” you can feel a tug +toward Bread’s deep unconscious. To their core memories. “Outward” you +can feel a tug away from Bread toward the shores of the Sea of Dreams, +where you may continue your journey through the Collective +Unconsciousness to the pocket dimension of the Wandering Bazaar. You +need not move physically to travel in either direction. It’s more a +matter of choosing a destination, and letting the winds blow you in that +direction.

    +

    “My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red +Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”

    +

    WHAT DO YOU DO

    Bestiary

    Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria

    @@ -7433,6 +7511,7 @@ embers.

    THREADS