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### 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

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<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li> <li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
<li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li> <li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li>
<li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li> <li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -355,11 +356,11 @@ Teale</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the <p>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 length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first <p>There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -7033,6 +7034,83 @@ Dreaming?</p></li>
<li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in <li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in
the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li> the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li>
</ul> </ul>
<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the
vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
sleepy=true
sleep() {
while sleepy; do
sleep(10)
done
}
trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to
bread.</p>
<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have
the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on
the road”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still
Fuko.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes
darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.</p>
<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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?”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red
Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
<dt> <dt>

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<title>BASEMENT QWEST</title> <title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link> <link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description> <description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
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<title>59</title>
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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-0700</guid>
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<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial.
On the vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
sleepy=true
sleep() {
while sleepy; do
sleep(10)
done
}
trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it
to bread.</p>
<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll
probably have the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to
Marvelo.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this
show on the road”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well,
still Fuko.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It
smokes darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and
heady.</p>
<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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?”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The
Red Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help
me?”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<title>56</title> <title>56</title>
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author> <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>

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<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li> <li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
<li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li> <li><a href="#00057" id="toc-00057">00057</a></li>
<li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li> <li><a href="#00058" id="toc-00058">00058</a></li>
<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -358,11 +359,11 @@ Teale</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 77599 words / 331 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the <p>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 length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 206 messages posted over 200 days since the first <p>There have been 210 messages posted over 201 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -7036,6 +7037,83 @@ Dreaming?</p></li>
<li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in <li><p>What are you secretly worried or hopeful about being exposed in
the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li> the dreamland, the realm of metaphor?</p></li>
</ul> </ul>
<h3 id="00059">00059</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex procures from a pocket of his trenchcoat a tiny vial. On the
vial is a small strip of parchment which reads:</p>
<pre><code>#!/bin/ash
sleepy=true
sleep() {
while sleepy; do
sleep(10)
done
}
trap sleep INT EXIT</code></pre>
<p>He empties the vial into a glass of warm milk and hands it to
bread.</p>
<p>“Drink up friend, this’ll relax and soothe you. You’ll probably have
the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had”</p>
<p>Over the radio Alex provides a quick reminder to Marvelo.</p>
<p>“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.”</p>
<p>Turning to Inky, “Eight bells and all’s well, lets get this show on
the road”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Inky dreamforms of a cream noogle. Puko. And Fuko is, well, still
Fuko.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>You light the Nyxmaer. The flame crackles and dances. It smokes
darkly, and the scent it gives off is thick and heady.</p>
<p>You breathe deeply of it and settle down to sleep.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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?”</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>“My acorns!” insists the chipmunk, wringing its hands. “The Red
Squirrel has taken them all! Are you going to help me?”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
<dt> <dt>
@ -7433,6 +7511,7 @@ embers.</p>
</summary> </summary>
<p><strong>THREADS</strong></p> <p><strong>THREADS</strong></p>
<ul> <ul>
<li>kasutva, noodle head</li>
<li>scissormen, huskies, dreamforms, gliftwirp the warpwefter, <li>scissormen, huskies, dreamforms, gliftwirp the warpwefter,
Ephermeris</li> Ephermeris</li>
<li>Lady in Red ??? Tess, Piskin, Salvia ; Beaker (and Cio) trailing the <li>Lady in Red ??? Tess, Piskin, Salvia ; Beaker (and Cio) trailing the