comment: |
  Drug lord who wants Ambrosia

  * In to surreal, trippy plays, Alice and Wonderland or Yellow Submarine;
    sees self as cultured.
  * Personal find-a-thing plot.

  * Question: How can you claim refinement when you debase others?
  ** Talk to Heaven and Hell judges?
  ** Interact with other shady dealings, like Code of Conduct violations
     and people admitting to making artistic decisions out of greed.
  ** Answer1: "Who's to tell me I'm not?"
  ** Answer2: "I don't debase others, they debase themselves."
stuff: |
  [[Actors]],
  [[Perceptive]], [[Lockpicking]]
  [[Truth3]],
  [[StartingDrugs]], [[SmallKey]]
name: The Mad Hatter
player: Jesse Ashcraft-Johnson
gender: m
contacts: |
  \MrsSchiff{Dramaturge around here.  It's nice to be able to connect
    with another refined, creative soul.}
  \RealityShowDude{New friend!  Watches TV all the time.  Seems uncomfortable around
    you, no idea why.  But you will win \them over and be \their friend.  New friend
    appreciates art.  And makes art!  Very important.}
  \Tantalus{Goes on about this grudge against the Greek gods to anyone who'll
    listen.  You tried supplying \them with some stuff to cheer \them up, but you're
    not sure how well it took.}
  \Mathemtician{Some dude who claims to be a robot.  They're one of your
    best customers, so you don't judge.  Or think too hard about what a robot
    would need with drugs.}
body: |-
  <<parent.this />>

  \cenquote{"We're all quite mad here."}{-- Alice in Wonderland}

  You are Dr. Feelgood.  The Pusher.  The Source.  The Connection.  The 
  Mad Hatter.  You help people get what they want.  What they desire.  
  What they need.  Or so they think.  (Or not think.  There is a thing 
  that you dare not think about.)

  You're not an animal.  You are no stranger to the finer things in life. 
   Music.  Literature.  Plays.  Many were inspired by your wares.  (Was 
  the thing you dare not think about inspired by your own wares.  No.
  Mustn't think about it.)
   
  In this place of things that aren't, drugs can make you small.  They 
  can make you grow.  They can make you sing "I'm a little teapot."
  They can prolong life.  They can take life.  They can make you immortal.
  (They make you have visions that question your soul.  No.  Mustn't 
  think about that.)

  Art is beautiful.  You have decided to take on a new friend!  Your new friend
  appreciates Art almost as much as you do.  (Your friend does not know
  about that thing you mustn't think about, does \RealityShowDude{\they}?  No, no,
  of course not, and mustn't think about it.)

  You do Art.  Plays, painting, music, standing on your head.  A lot
  of people do not appreciate Art.  A lot of people aren't refined.
  But you are.  You like fine and beautiful things.  Also drugs.
  Art is a form of a drug.  Art can make you into a creater of beauty.  Art
  can make you into a robot.  Art can make you into a drum.  Art can make you
  into a stone.  It's addicting, in its own way.  (Is the thing you mustn't think
  about addicting?  Art?  No, no, mustn't think about it.)

  You seek the greatest drug of them all -- ambrosia -- nectar of the 
  gods.  One sip is enough to grant immortality to any mortal.  It is 
  also one of the jealously guarded secrets of the gods.  It also Isn't.
  (Is the thing that you don't think about an Is or an Isn't?)

  But that's all right, since many of us aren't.  This is a place of 
  things that aren't -- the Place Without Recourse.  Somewhere in this 
  land of Isn'ts is the Isn't you are looking for.  But to find it, you 
  have to play along.  Play their games.  Be in their shows.  (And don't
  think about that thing.)

  You will do it.  Many will be impressed with your talents.  You will be 
  the artist.  The thespian.  The actor.  Your visions are grand.  
  (Except for that one -- mustn't think about that one.)

  And yet you must think about it.  The question.  It keeps you trapped 
  here until you can answer it.  Even if you ignore it, it is there 
  waiting:

  **How can you claim refinement when you debase others?**

  (No. I will be an actor.  People will see my greatness.  And I will 
  show people how debased they are already.  I will catch them in the
  act.  I will expose their corruption for all to see -- as an actor.)

  No, I mustn't think about that.

  Think about what?

  == Goals ==

  * Find any good stuff stashed around somewhere.  You're sure there's something
  out of this world somewhere around here...
  * Share your cultured sensibilities with the world by contributing to surreal,
  trippy, high-concept Shows.
  * Get other people what they need.  For a price.
  * Answer your question.  You don't want to be stuck here forever.  That's,
  like, a long time!
  * Expose other people's corruption.
username:
badgedesc: A Creepy, Smiling \Human
number: <<parent.this />>
castinghint: |
  Your character is \name, an actor newly arrived in the
  Place without Recourse. You are a surreal, trippy drug lord, but the
  primary goal of your life is the refined pursuit of art and beauty.
  And cool drugs.

  Gods do seem to have the most interesting drugs.

  Costuming:\\
  Anything surreal, trippy, drug lord, and/or Alice in Wonderland
  inspired.  Probably including a hat.

  Suggested reading:\\
  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_hatter
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CR: <<parent.this />>
password: <<parent.this />>
claimedby: Eddy
status: draft
answers: |
  [[DrugAnswer1]], [[DrugAnswer2]]
email: jesseaj@mit.edu
