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  Train Morgan (Dark), unbrainwashed judge who wants to save his brother.

  Wants to get people out, willing to sacrifice anything for his
  brother.

  * Helping people with their questions
  * Game Mommy-like characteristics
  * Rescue his brother
  ** Is this a roleplaying thing or an actual plot?
  ** Confucius would care about filial piety
  ** Needs to collect certain secrets to remind Thomas who he is/about
     their parents
  ** Cares more about his brother escaping than him escaping
  ** To escape, judges need to swap with actors
  * Make the next ruler someone better

  * Question: "Isn’t the world just a little bit too big for you,
    Train Morgan?" 
  ** Answer1: "It's too big for me, but not too big for us."
  ** Answer2: "No, not once I make the world smaller."
name: Train Morgan
player: Asya Bergal
gender: m
stuff: |
  [[Dark]],
  [[Strong]], [[Dedicated]], [[Brave]],
  [[Local]],
  [[TrainFake]]
contacts: |
  \ThomasMorgan{\They's acting strangely, and \they doesn't seem to recognize
  you.  But you'd recognize your \brother
  Thomas anywhere, for all that \they's calling \them{}self "\full".}
body: |
  \bigquote{So next they must surrender the notion that the universe
  is kind. Gnawing prey-fear fills them, and deep anxiety. They
  recognize that on some deep level the world is sick.

  Here is the place where Train Morgan stopped his slide into
  insanity. He said, “The world is sick; but it is not necessary that
  the world be sick.”

  There are others who do not reach this conclusion.}{"The Ragged Things"}

  It's not about you.  You don't care about you.  You care about
  your brother. Thomas.  You'd like to help everyone, if you could.  That's
  probably a bit too big for you, though.  I mean, if you can't even
  help your brother, how can you expect to help anyone else?

  You only went to the abandoned facility on Elm Hill once.  Your
  friends liked to visit.  You did not like it.

  You told your brother about your visit.  He thought it sounded cool.
  He went with them next time they went.  He had bad timing.  He was
  seen.  He attracted someone's attention. They did not like his
  presence.  So they found him.

  They took him to a room. They asked him a question. Thomas could not
  give them an answer. So they took him away.

  You were not there.  You were in bed.  You woke up screaming.  You
  had lost your brother.

  You asked his friends, but they didn't want to talk about it.  And
  then people started acting like you'd never had a brother.  Even
  your parents.  You'd ask them, "Don't you even care about Thomas?"
  At first they said, "Oh, he'll be home soon, don't worry."  And
  then, "What //are// you going on about, Train?"  And then, "Aren't
  you a bit old for imaginary friends?"

  He was not real any more.  He was not a person any more.  He was no
  longer your brother Thomas.  He was.  He had been.  Now he Isn't.

  You saw his fate written on a milk carton's back.  Then you blinked
  and it was gone.  It said, "Ii Ma, the Warden, keeps the Place Without
  Recourse."

  You didn't go back to the facility.  But Ii Ma did not let you go.
  You dreamt of it.  You saw weak places in the world.  Cracks.
  Edges.  And you knew the Ragged Things would come for you, like they
  came for your brother.  And Ii Ma would ask you a question you
  would not be able to answer.  And nothing you did, and nothing you'd ever done,
  would matter again.

  You awaited it with a sort of fey anticipation.  //Perhaps,// you
  thought, //I'll be able to see my brother again.// When the Ragged
  Things came, you laughed like a madman.  You barely noticed when the
  voice of Ii Ma asked you, "**Isn't the world just a little bit too big
  for you, Train Morgan?**"  If you could be with your brother again,
  everything would be okay.

  Except it isn't ok.  The world is cruel.  You've never been able to
  map it, but you don't think the Place Without Recourse is very
  large.  You search it, obsessively.  You meet a great many people.
  But you never see your brother.

  Sometimes you think that you'll find him when you stop looking.  You
  do something else.  When people ask you to help them escape, you do,
  even though you know it won't work.  You like helping people.  You
  haul people up the sides of the ravine.  You help people fashion
  tools.  You even offer to help people with their questions, though
  something makes people tend to say "It doesn't matter."  But you
  know what's going to happen.  You wake up in the glory of the dawn,
  and say "How beautiful."

  You like, on Saturdays (or what you deem Saturdays), to
  petition Ii Ma.  Most people ask for their freedom, ask what they
  did wrong, make excuses.  This angers Ii Ma, and is a mistake.
  You don't ask for yourself, of course.  You just ask to see your
  brother.  But it matters not.  You wake up, and the sunrise is mad
  wack stunning gorgeous, and you say "How beautiful."

  Except, this morning, you didn't say "How beautiful."  You said, 
  "Whatever happened to Ink Catherly?"  Of all things, why that?
  Is that supposed to be someone's name?

  And now things are different.
  Is Ii Ma... dying?  Is the place without recourse... crumbling?  

  And most shocking of all, over there, you can see him.  Your
  brother.  Thomas.  He doesn't recognize you.  He calls himself
  \ThomasMorgan{}.  But you know him.  You'll make him remember you.
  You'll get him out of here, or find a way you can at least be
  together.  And maybe you can help others along the way.  The nature
  of this place is changing.  Changing for the better?  It's too early
  to say, there.  But, regardless, maybe you have a bit of recourse after
  all.

  == Goals ==

  * Do whatever it takes to get your brother out of here and back into
    the outside world.
  * Try to ensure that the Place changes for the better.
  * Help others get out, if you can.
username:
badgedesc: |-
  <<parent.this />>
  A Tall, Friendly \mf{Man}{Woman}
number: <<parent.this />>
castinghint: |
  Your character is \name, a judge in the Place without
  Recourse.  You really want to save your \ThomasMorgan{\brother, 
  Thomas Morgan, but \they seems to no longer recognize you.}

  Costuming:\\
  Modern rugged clothing.

  Suggested reading:\\
  http://imago.hitherby.com/2004/08/the-place-without-recourse-ii/\\
  http://imago.hitherby.com/2006/02/the-ragged-things-1-of-1/
wrapup: <<parent.this />>
CR: <<parent.this />>
password: <<parent.this />>
claimedby: Xavid
status: draft
answers: |
  [[TrainAnswer1]], [[TrainAnswer2]]
email: abergal@mit.edu
