Record of Reclusion

Tavern at the End of the World

Tavern. Publichouse. There are a lot of words for the thing you run. The one you like these days, as occupiers’ boots tramp through your streets, is refuge. You offer a hard drink, a good meal, somewhere to hide. And other, more slippery things. Until they shut you down.

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My Establishment

  1. What is the occupation here, armed and uniformed, to secure?
  1. In addition to food and rooms, what illicit service do you provide?

Upfront my tavern sells hard liquor and hearty meals. But in the basement I sell the Milk.

Milk is a tea infused with psychedelic mushroom that helps meditation. Milk allows you to reach meditative trans state, become aware of present and deeply relax your body and mind -and if you're lucky enough an out of body experience as well. We provide the Milk and a space to immerse into its effect.

How does one gets access to the basement? First, he/she has to know the password that changes everyday. Once we check the password of the day, we give the cat (customer who wants the Milk) the number of the restroom stall. In the toilet we check the identity of the cat and take him/her to the cupboard with cleaning supplies that is connected to the basement. Long process, yes, but they are all absolutely necessary.

Finally in the basement, the cat chooses a cushion or a mat and sits wherever he/she pleases. We then bring in the Milk. The cat drinks the milk, take whatever position he/she pleases, and enters the meditative state. One hour later we gently wake him/her up and give a bit of time to come back.

  1. What keeps your establishment off the occupation’s radar, for now?

I have always been an outlier of the family. My father, the son of the greatest Priest of the era, is one of the most respected and the most powerful man in the World.

And I am his disappointment. An outlier of the family. I was never as clever as my brother who memorised the bible by the age of 5. I was never as diligent as my sister who was a varsity student and now became the youngest governing member. I barely graduated high school and I worked at a tavern owned by an old lady ... That's how my family know it. No news is good news to them.

  1. What’s your tavern’s name?

Lazy Swords

1st Night

4 of Swords

Ace of Disks

2 of Wands

7 of Disks

Queen of Disks

2nd Night

Prince of Wands

Ace of Wands

Hierophant

8 of Disks

Death

3rd Night

8 of Wands

The Moon

9 of Disks

Devil

Princess of Cups

4th Night

Ace of Swords

7 of Wands

The Chariot

Aeon

Ace of Cups

5th Night

10 of Cups

7 of Disks

8 of Wands

2 of Disks

2 of Swords

6th Night

The Fool

Fortune

Knight of Wands

Ace of Swords

9 of Disks

epilogue

Tarot:

When my two girls, 9 of Coins and I ran away into the forest it was already dark. We set camp in the woods for a while. We talked about what we will do from now on. We had money to start our business all over again. But then again do I want that...? We decided to continue our debate the next day.

I woke up early the next day. The dawn of the woods was cold even during summer. I watched the sunrise over the horizon. I contemplated. I wanted to become something more than a glorified drug dealer. Why keep relying on psychedelics?

A meditation house. Rich and royals have privacy so can easily contemplate and study -to keep their positions and what they have- as much as they want. Ordinary people, however, are stripped of silence. Living in cramped spaces, they sleep in hustles and are woken up by bustles. We will be selling silence. Silence where people can sleep, meditate, study or simply, just think. We will register our business as a café or a tea house -which is true since we are going to sell beverages that helps to either concentrate or calm down. And that I doubt that the Kingdom can take it away from me.

I explained my thoughts to my crew.

"I'm going to open a meditation house. Those who wants run business with me and those who don't can leave, I will pay you your last salary."

And that is how four of us opened the Kingdom's most innovative Café.

Review

With fond memory of "Princess with a Cursed Sword," I proceeded with "Tavern at the End of the World" by the same author, Anna Anthropy.

This time I decided to play it with less meticulosity, as I spent too much time chiseling my story of "Princess with a Cursed Sword". It felt much less demanding for sure. Considering the game required multiple sessions, I needed that low pressure.

I thoroughly enjoyed the 'repeat visitor' mechanism. When cards reappeared, it really felt like returning visitors. And rereading my previous entries to remember their profile, I emerged into my character every evening.

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One very minor flaw was that because of too much freedom of storytelling, sometimes I felt like I was cheating the game. I had the same feeling with the previous game. But "Tavern at the End of the World", since it dealt with more real life situation with engagement with multiple characters with various wants, the feeling of cheating felt harder when it came to handling unwanted attention from one head. For instance, when dealing with suspecting visitors I denied or misdirected but I doubt that it'd be that simple in reality. I tried my best to not be like 'I gave him some drink and it seemed to quiet him' and instead imagined what exactly I would say to be persuasive. But this is me nitpicking. I tend to make my life harder just for fun./s

The author seems to have couple more journaling role-playing games using tarots and I am excited to explore more. Magpie by Moonlight seems pretty chill and perfect to play with my Animal Tarot.