I'm back from camping! What kind of fae do you think left this fairy circle?
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I'm back from camping! What kind of fae do you think left this fairy circle?
it is a truth universally acknowledged that a ttrpg party in want of an excuse to get into a location will somehow reinvent osha
are winged creatures still required to use ladders to retrieve high-up objects or are they allowed to just?? fly up there and grab them??
In most cases, flight is permitted. There are regulations in place in regards to how long a flying creature is permitted to work on tasks that require flight as well as weight capacities in order to ensure that said creatures don't exhaust themselves to the point of being a danger to themself or others. Laws are also more strict about allowing time off due to sickness or injury, since that can also make flight more risky.
Additionally, there are regulations about maximum height of expected flight and safety measures (such as nets and featherfall charms in the surrounding area) that are required for greater heights. The maximum height that is permitted before safety measures are required is ten feet or around three meters.
Fantasy OSHA that is , like, really specific about lairs, dungeons, and mage towers
A fucking great campaign would be where the part is a team of Fantasy OSHA inspectors just trying to do their jobs, despite the intentional meddling of the various organizations and villains they're inspecting.
Safety in a World of Daemons
So one really scary thing about a world of corporeal daemons is just how vulnerable it makes you. Everyone basically has two bodies, one of which is often much smaller and more fragile than a human body, and a lethal injury to either of them will kill you, and also you can’t be more than a certain distance apart or you’ll suffer excruciating pain / lose consciousness. Now, while Lyra’s world has a decent amount of modern technology like internal combustion engines, electric lighting, plastic textiles (aka coalsilk), and nuclear power (atom bombs and “atomcraft” get mentioned it seems like it’s socially The Good Old Days when child labor was widespread and OSHA didn’t exist. But what safety measures would a more modern society develop to keep humans and daemons safe?
Seatbelts developed and came into wide use earlier in Lyra’s world compared to ours, compared to the development of motorized vehicles. The myth of being “thrown clear” of a crash could never take hold to nearly the same extent, because people may not understand the forces involved in being flung through a windshield and skidding a hundred feet across pavement and the damage that does to your body, but everyone has an intuitive understanding that if your smaller/lighter daemon sitting in the front passenger seat bounces off the windshield, or ends up in the footwell, or gets “thrown clear” a hundred feet across pavement in a different direction, you’re probably going to be lying unconscious in the middle of the road. Cars typically have modular restraint systems to accomodate different daemon forms. Daemons should NOT stand on the dashboard, on the seat headrest, on their human’s shoulder, or on their human’s lap while their human is driving.
The “Drybox.” This is a device which can be used to keep small daemons with non-cold-tolerant forms safe from hypothermia in water survival situations. It’s basically an airtight container or bag you can put your daemon in and seal off, that’s connected to a pair of one-way valves with the inlet valve connected to a mouthpiece. This is meant for situations like airplane (or zeppelin) water landings. The way it works is you breathe in through your nose and breathe out through your mouth into the tube. This will push air out the outflow valve, and completely replace the air in the container in a few breaths. Yes I’m aware that you breathe out CO2 which is toxic. Exhaled air is about 18% oxygen and 4% CO2, and breathing extra rapidly might result in more oxygen and less CO2 in exhaled air. 18% O2 is roughly equivalent to going up 5,000 ft in altitude, and 4% CO2 is below the levels that cause suffocation, so a daemon shouldn’t die from breathing air that’s been through human lungs once for a few hours. It would definitely feel awful to use one, but it’s safer than a daemon in the form of a small animal being soaked to the skin and half-immersed in cold seawater while bobbing up and down in the waves. Some versions can be connected to an oxygen supply or a manual pump instead.
If you are on an airplane or helicopter and the oxygen masks deploy (not a zeppelin, they don’t go high enough to need them), put your own mask on first, and put your daemon’s mask on second before you mess with anybody else’s. If only one of you has oxygen then you’re going to pass out but the one who has oxygen will be functional for a bit longer; therefore it is in your best interests for the one with opposable thumbs to get the mask first. People with monkey daemons please stop arguing with flight attendants about this. If your daemon has a form that can’t easily wear an oxygen mask, there are quick-connect adapters available, as well as containers that a smaller daemon can climb into, but these may be slower to use. In some cases it is best to form a “Buddy system.” If you have a trusted friend or family member seated next to you whose daemon can easily wear an oxygen mask, it may be safer to put their daemon’s mask on before your own to make sure they remain capable of putting your masks on. Yes, you will have to break the taboo to do this, but that’s better than death or brain damage from hypoxia. Some bird forms can get enough oxygen at high elevations that they don’t need a mask. For your safety, most national aviation regulations require that you declare your daemon’s species when purchasing a ticket and only sit in your assigned seat, so that you can be placed in appropriate seating and be provided with any specialized safety equipment you need prior to the flight. Children with unsettled daemons must demonstrate that they have the ability to memorize and follow an evacuation plan that includes changing to an appropriate form.
Daemons have no need to ever wear collars to identify themselves, but it’s surprisingly common to see larger daemons that can’t be carried by their humans wearing a harness and a brightly colored leash. This isn’t a fashion statement, it’s a safety device. Most humans and daemons are always careful to keep track of where each other are, but it’s not foolproof, and when boarding a train, or an elevator, or a bus or streetcar, in a crowded place where you might be distracted and everyone else is distracted, there is a risk of your daemon being caught on the other side of a door from you. If you are boarding or getting off a bus or train or elevator or anything like that, and you see a leash caught in a door, you slam the nearest emergency stop button IMMEDIATELY.
There are a lot of other environments where people and daemons need to be physically strapped or tethered together - e.g. whitewater rafting, boating. If they can’t be attached to your life jacket, then unless they can fly they need to have their own life jacket and be tethered to you, because otherwise getting swept apart by rapids or current could pull you out of range, and falling off a motorboat going at, like, 30 mph or faster could pull you 50+ feet away from them faster than either of you can even react to jump off after each other, and even with a life jacket being in the water and unconscious or incapacitated from pain is really fucking dangerous.
Same goes for climbing. I don’t care how good a climber your cat or squirrel daemon is, or if they can survive massive falls without injury, because if they free-fall five stories then either you will lose your grip and fall, or end up dangling limply from a rope.
Lockout Tagout systems are designed so that anyone accessing dangerous machinery has two keys, one for themselves and one that their daemon has to wear at all times. If your daemon is too small to wear the key, then they have to be in a locked cage that is physically attached to you, and the key to the cage is attached to the lock that you lock out the machine with. Mechanics’ daemons have a habit of crawling into tight spaces to look at things their humans can’t see or reach, or retrieve dropped tools, and at some point at least one idiot took their lock off while their daemon was still in a hazardous area and got a safety regulation made in their honor when somebody else turned on the machine.
Yes, your daemon needs eye/ear/respiratory protection in the shop/construction site. Unless your daemon’s shape completely prevents you from performing essential job functions (like a crocodile daemon and you need to climb ladders) your employer cannot terminate or refuse to hire you based on your daemon’s form, and they are legally required to provide you both with appropriate safety equipment.
Cool down sketch from today’s stream! Strahd Von Zarovitch buried in OSHA violations!
Fantasy OSHA please? :D
So, this started with a seed of “Ugh, it’s kind of annoying how if a protagonist has facial scarring, it is always ~aesthetic~ and ~pretty~, and only villains get the scarring that makes you go ‘OW’ in sympathy” that after a series of brain percolations became an idea for a fantasy novel.
Our protagonist (who, like all good protagonists of fantasy stories very early in drafting, doesn’t have a name yet) is an alchemist. In this world alchemy is real and a kind of magic, but it is also a kind of chemistry with the risks that it entails. And alchemy is known to be super dangerous. Other magical studies have their risks, but alchemy takes the cake. Our protagonist is aware of this before the story, but sees the risk as partially an inevitability, and also as a “it would never have to ME or someone I KNOW”.
Spoiler alert: it does happen to someone she knows, and to her. There is a Bad Lab Accident. She ends up with some nasty burns, but lives. Her lab partner... does not.
And at that point she goes: No. That shouldn’t have happened. She’s sanguine about her own injuries. They suck, but hey, at least she lived. But the accident she was in was preventable and mitigatable. No one should have died.
And she looks into it, and realises the toll that alchemy is taking. Both the lives lost in accidents and the years of life lost to the hazards of the profession.
So she gathers a ragtag bunch of misfits a collection of allies, from fellow alchemists to noble patrons of the arts (who can be convinced to be patrons of scientific safety) to other magic practictioners to fantasy lawyers, all united by the goal of making alchemy safer.
Throughout the story there is a --tension? slow dawning revelation-- what while some safety issues could be fixed right now, immediately, with the technology they have, others can’t. For example, a lot of the time with alchemy, the way you tell whether you have made the right substance is tasting it. Which is bad if the thing you are making is poisonous. And like, those safety concerns that don’t have immediate solutions deserve being solved too. There doesn’t just need to be fantasy eye protection regulations, there needs to be fantasy fume cupboards and spectroscopy.
I just saw a construction sign with a little stylized sillhouette holding up a stop sign, and the words "Prepare to stop."
That sign would be infinitely improved by the addition of a little Gandalf hat.