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Shimmer, Glimmer, & Gleam - A Quest of Loss & Gain

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I really should probably get a sheet up for dramatis personae but I'm already behind on my book-keeping for the Butcher's Bill and I know I'm gonna be fucking terrible about keeping it up to date...blech. Blech I say!

So instead of doing that, which I ought to be doing, let me make y'all a bit of a pitch. One of our party people here, over on Discord, asked me if the webcomic All-Night Laundry was part of my inspirations for this Quest; I will leave the worthy in question anonymous with the option to step forward entirely in their court. Now I, quite reasonably, responded to this with, "what the hell is All-Night Laundry?" and party people, I got the link, I just devoured it inside of like a week top to bottom, and I very much see why my guest here thought I'd read it already. It's got a strong voice, a very distinctive sci-horror story, a wonderful sense of humor, an evolving art style, and also oh mein gott this timeloop est full of dyken.

As far as an actual pitch goes...

All-Night Laundry follows one Bina, a Canadian lass about to make the fatal mistake of attempting to do her laundry at three in the morning because she has lost control of her life.

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All-Night Laundry follows one Bina, an art student riding the edge of burnout who would like to have just one good day please.

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All-Night Laundry follows one Bina, who hates time travel, as she learns how she invented time travel and hates herself for it.

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All-Night Laundry follows little people living their little lives, unimportant and unremarkable, who will die forgotten as they attempt to live anyway, if only to cast it into the teeth of those who deemed them disposable.

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All-Night Laundry follows that feeling you get after surviving a bad day, when you know your reward will be to get another bad day just like it. How your life can feel like a loop of time, the same shit on different days, degrading and debasing and frustrating, every little outrage just building up, and the way out of the muck that is your life seems so far away.

XXXXX

All-Night Laundry follows people whose lives are just killing time, whiling away the hours between the cradle and the grave.

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All-Night Laundry asks you what kind of maggot grows out of the time you killed without a second thought.​
 
[X] Diamond, unofficial leader of the spiders

If we end up having to fight a fairy from a kids show, I'm gonna lose it (positive).
 
And here we go, party people.
Scheduled vote count started by Morrowlark on Jan 11, 2025 at 3:51 PM, finished with 21 posts and 14 votes.
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All Spiders All The Time

Spiders? Spiders

Doctor Heller pours you a brimming glass of spiders
 
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Threshold 3: Perspectives [Sasha I]
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    • So you've got some kind of meeting with the Project Throwback folks. You had to get up all early an' shit, scrub water through your regrowing hair (it's coming back in fast but, then, it always does with you), nurse some of your energy drink rations just to be alive. The coffee situation isn't as dire as it could be especially with the new beans in the garden that don't seem to care that this is not the climate for coffee beans, but making it is too much effort. The sun isn't even up. You dress, reluctantly, check and holster your pistol, brush your teeth after breakfast, and then trudge over to their section of your slowly-coalescing joint community. Things are still a little separate right now, in no small part because of the weird facsimile of a martial culture the Throwback dudes have, but things are integrating, at least a little. Plenty of cross-training and working on the same rotas and leisure time together, even if nobody is saying where HQ and therefore the civilians they rescued are. Baby steps, everybody. Baby steps.

    You meet with Nattie, her new left-hand-man Brian (her previous second-in-command uh...died, at IU-SBC), and Clara at the shoreline. Clara's laptop is there, and the mermaid tap-taps away, being annoyingly straight and gorgeous in your presence. Urgh. Cannot believe Jack fumbled her.

    "You're late," Clara remarks without looking up.

    "And you're wet, what else is new?" you rejoin without venom or energy. "Nattie, there a fuckin' reason I'm up this early? I had godsdamned night watch, 'm -" you yawn a cracking, popping yawn and have to rub your jaw. "Fucksake - I'm tired."

    "I didn't want people listening in. For your dignity, just in case," Nattie not-answers. She passes you a pair of binoculars and gestures to the amusement park; you scan it, and find that it's being set up, indistinct workers flipping switches and opening stalls. Oh. Oh that's gonna be bad. And it must show on your face, because Nattie continues: "Check with her yourself, but Doctor Heller says there's no survivors in there. Whoever those people were, they're gone now; they're Corporate drones, extensions of the hivemind."

    "Gods above," you whisper. "What's that got to do with me, though?"

    Nattie sighs. Takes the binoculars back. "...Orchid and I promised your sister we'd stay here. And it feels shitty to be asking you, Marie's, y'know, sibling this, but you didn't promise a godsdamned thing. So. I'd like you and Brian to lead a joint attack. Rescue any actual survivors you can find, purge the rest, try to do as little damage to infrastructure as possible. If we can absorb the hotel we've got a communal place to sleep at long last, and we can convert this space into something actually useful like a dedicated garden plot and maybe a fucking saltworks. With those machine parts we can start in on like. Everything. Even if the parts themselves aren't useful we can take 'em down for even more parts. Everyone says you're Orchid's second when there's blood in the offing. You willing?"

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    • [X] ...Yes

    Fuck it we ball fuck it we ball.
     
    [x] ...Yes

    Someone's gotta do it, and Sasha, I think, knows as well as anyone when 'someone' means 'me'.
     
    You know, given that we're going to be liberating a hotel, will the maid staff be invisible because the rich see "The help" as not existing, or will they part of Corporate?
     
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