name: Scenario
claimedby: Xavid
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  Every morning, you wake up in bed and look at the dawn.  It is so
  incredibly beautiful, so mad wack stunning gorgeous, and you say,
  "How beautiful."

  The Place Without Recourse is a steep-walled ravine.  Sometimes
  you'll try climbing out, up the rugged slopes.  Or maybe you'll ask
  Train to carry you out.  It's a hard climb.  Someone always breaks
  before the end.  And when you've climbed until you can see the
  outside world, even as you crest the top and look down at the
  paradise outside, you find yourself waking back in your bed, looking
  at the dawn, and saying, as you always do, "How beautiful."

  The Place Without Recourse is ruled by Ii Ma.  Sometimes you'll
  start a rebellion.  Sam will make weapons out of whatever he can
  find, breaking up the furniture and tearing down tree branches.
  Bird will write slogans and chants you'll pretend rile your spirits.
  You'll lead a charge against Ii Ma's horrid bulk, screaming like a
  madman.  And then each of you wake up in bed, look at the dawn, and
  say, "How beautiful."

  This morning, in the Place Without Recourse, Train Morgan wakes up
  in bed.  The sun is this brilliant golden glow and there is pink and
  red like a fire in the sky and there is a swirling in those clouds
  there like the spreading of an insect’s wings.  And he cries out, in
  a great loud voice, "Whatever happened to Ink Catherly?"  And as his
  question echoes throughout the ravine and the sky grows dark,
  suddenly you're not quite sure where you are any more.

  == Where ==

  You're in the Place Without Recourse.  It's a realm that's been cut
  off from the world of steel and concrete and air, of people and
  lattes and instant messaging that we know and love.  It's a prison,
  in a way.  You who reside in the Place Without Recourse were
  snatched up by the Ragged Things.  Your were carried from your
  ordinary lives through cracks in the world around you.  Ii Ma
  whispered in your ear a question you cannot answer.  And thus,
  you are trapped here as Isn'ts, as the unreal, and so long as they
  are, nothing they do will ever matter again.

  Ii Ma is the Warden of this place.  Where Ii Ma lives the blood and
  ichor that pours from under its great plate-like scales soaks into
  the soil. When Ii Ma moves it churns the soil and the blood,
  creating a thick unwholesome poultice beneath it for its wounds that
  never heal.

  Sometimes when people look at Ii Ma they go mad. Their worldview,
  even if it is already accustomed to the nature of the place without
  recourse, cannot handle the existence of such a beast.  Looking upon
  Ii Ma they see a world where disease is inexorable. They recognize
  that each step further into corruption is irreversible. They see
  that the world shall never be again so great as once it was.  And if
  they should also surrender their purpose in that moment and fall
  into madness then they wake up in their beds, in the place without
  recourse, with the smallest portion of that insanity fallen from
  them. And they look towards the dawn. And they say, as they always
  say, “How beautiful.”  And they do not visit Ii Ma again.

  == Who ==

  Some of you have been here quite a while.  It doesn't matter much
  what you've tried.  Few have managed to escape, before, and you are
  not among that number.

  Some of you are new.  There was a tower in a sea of chaos, a place
  where actors put on shows.  It was snatched, en masse, by the Ragged
  Things.  There must have been some question that the tower could not
  answer.  Perhaps you actors were just in the wrong place at the
  wrong time.  Regardless, now you are here.

  One of you is <<Rahu/>>.  You just ate the Sun.  This is, to say the
  least, highly controversial.  But what is strange is that you did
  not just wake up in your bed, say ``How Beautiful'', and realized
  that nothing had changed.  The sun is definitely gone, and those of
  you who've long been here can feel that the wind has changed.

  <<TrainMorgan/>>'s strange outburst will be for him to explain.

  == When ==

  Well, that's a bit unclear.  Those of you from the tower remember it 
  being the early 21st century before you were snatched away.  But in a 
  place where dawn comes at different rates for different people, exactly 
  how long ago that was is a bit unclear.  Days?  Weeks?  It doesn't 
  really matter.

  == What ==

  Ii Ma, somehow, is dying.  You would scarecely have thought it
  possible.  Perhaps there is something good or noble in the world
  after all, that could overcome even the Warden.  Perhaps it is but
  the world outside also coming to an end.  As blood and ichor leak
  through the rents in Ii Ma's skin, the Place Without Recourse has
  started to crumble and fade.  Even as the tinest part of the spell
  of this place falls from you, as the shame that has caused you to
  keep your question to yourself fades just slightly, uou can tell
  that there's not much time left.

  == Why ==

  Unless something has done to stabilize the Place Without Recourse,
  it will fade with its master.  While some of you have been here
  since beyond remembering, few actually prefer oblivion.  You must
  somehow stabilize this place, or find a quick escape to the
  inescapable prison.  But the rules that hold this realm together
  are fracturing.  What escape would even look like is unclear.

  == How ==

  A fey mood has come upon many who reside here.  They call themselves
  Judges.  They say that they can grant integrity to this place.  But
  to do so, they need to use the skills of the newcomers, or as the
  Judges say, the Actors.  Their shows are legends: they can grant
  structure to the map that will be the territory of a new realm.  Or
  so the Judges say.

  While the options here may seem limited to the outsiders, to those
  that have long lived here, anything greater than zero is
  disconcertingly large.

  == Gamespace and Schedule ==

  Game takes place in 35-2 and 35-3, plus just enough of 37-2
  to get to 37-212.  The Stage is in 35-225; the World Map is in
  37-212.

  * 1 hour after gamestart: First round of shows
  * 2 hours in: Second round
  * 3 hours in: Third round
  * 4 hours in: Ii Ma dies
status: draft
