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Twilight Mirage 47: Uncontrolled Fires

Friends at the Table

Friends at the Table

Games, Leisure, Fiction

4.92.2K Ratings

🗓️ 13 April 2018

⏱️ 114 minutes

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Summary

As half of the Notion explores the jungle valleys of Skein, the others descend to Terncage, the planet's largest metropolis. A pair of old allies tells the group that a mysterious calamity called "Dark Day" is nearing, and that the Rapid Evening's oracular Crystal Palace has predicted that it will follow a pair of strange murders. The predicted victims are Wind's Poem--the artist and researcher responsible for Tender's ReFrame system--and Profit's Cadence--the new leader of the Church of the Self, which is rapidly spreading through the New Earth Hegemony. Complicating things further, both are killed by a prototype gun that threatens the peace that Quire established during the Miracle.

Tender Sky leads the crew into a meeting with an old contact who knows a thing or two about weapons. Grand Magnificent bumps into a rival from his time on in the space trucking lanes. And Fourteen Fifteen frets as they consider the consequences of meddling with the future.

This week on Twilight Mirage: Uncontrolled Fires

 

It forever seemed like time's up

When we swerved in the Honda

Now forever seems like no time

I mean time flies when you have some

Hosted by Austin Walker (@austin_walker)
Featuring Ali Acampora (@ali_west), Art Martinez-Tebbel (@atebbel), Jack de Quidt (@notquitereal)
Produced by Ali Acampora (@ali_west)

Cover Art by Craig Sheldon (@shoddyrobot)

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0:00.0

An excerpt from a letter by Keene Forester,

0:04.1

A Gloaming, chief in excessor of the rapid evening, delivered by secure courier

0:09.9

to the brink one week before a dark day.

0:15.2

You've done a good job, Gray.

0:17.0

Really.

0:18.4

Under other circumstances, I'd be proud.

0:22.2

You secured limited access to K-upside switchboard and the Crystal Palace distribution.

0:27.2

You managed to set up a burrow virus to funnel resources from the Kesh Perennial Fund.

0:32.3

Your agents, even if you wouldn't call them that, from the Kesh perennial fund.

0:32.6

Your agents, even if you wouldn't call them that, have been able to avoid my own through

0:36.9

a style of micro-probabilistic manipulation only you could have taught them to do. Your presence has corralled a loose affiliation of smugglers, fixers, and the rankest of opportunists

0:48.5

into a force for stability instead of decay. You and Damani have managed to keep the brink, ostensibly a stationary

0:56.2

trade hub, one step ahead of a being that has spent the last 50,000 years demonstrably predicting the future. You have made yourself my rival, but I do not care because I cannot lose you.

1:13.0

You know that right now Crystal Palace can predict everything that's happening in this galaxy.

1:20.0

It knows why young lovers break up better than they do.

1:23.0

It knows the name of every newborn baby before breath can become parental voice.

1:28.0

It knows the fates of armies, navies, and singers, omelets and it knows and I know and you know what's coming.

1:42.3

In two weeks the the dovetail snaps, the lights turn off, and guaranteed events ain't.

1:50.0

I warned Crystal Palace, Gray, You have to listen to me. I told that this place was different,

1:57.0

that small moves meant more here, that physical explanations were no longer enough, but it asked me to move in the interests of our people, and I did.

2:10.0

Come back with me. There are other postings. We can sit far away. You, me and Damani and whoever else you,

2:22.1

God damn well please. You are too talented, too smart, you've given up too

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