The workshop
Where it all comes out of. A bench, a lamp, a cat, jars, and a sardine tin that turned out to be a sea.
4 people, 7 creatures, 4 places, 9 objects, 5 events, 2 concepts.

People
The apprenticeThe Slopwright’s apprentice, and the person you play in Always On and Benchwork. Never named.
Mr PlinthThe neighbour. Has always been from next door.
The SlopwrightMaker of small impossible things. Instructor, reluctantly. Hours: yes.
WrenThe Slopwright’s apprentice, as Overtime has it. Apron, ladle, a lot of enthusiasm.
Creatures
CobwebClings. Spins itself thicker.
The DraughtThe cold that comes in under doors. Always On’s last fight.
DraughtletA small draught. Whistles through you.
Dust bunnyShuffles into you.
FerruleThe workshop cat. Her bell has gone missing.
Glass manta rayCompany. It doesn’t say much.
Loose screwTurns, sharply. Sometimes drills.
Places
The atticDusty boards, boxes, a round window, and where the cold comes from.
The BenchThe first room of Pipe Down. Pipes, a vat, a deadline.
The workshopThe Slopwright’s workshop. Everything on slopped.site is said to come out of it.
The yardGrass, a hedge, a brick shed, and the tin key in the far corner.
Objects
Cat’s eyeA marble the cat was saving. It is the best thing she owns.
The DrawerA drawer in the workshop that sells tea, biscuits and soup, and explains itself.
The lampThe lamp that’s always on. It has been on since before the workshop. Possibly before the lamp.
The sardine tinA sealed sardine tin on the bench. The lid rolls back on a whole sea.
The Slopwright’s sketchbookLeft open on a stool.
Small bellIt goes ting. It belongs to someone with whiskers.
Tin keyA sardine-tin key. The tin on the bench has been waiting for it.
The walnutA walnut on the shelf. It hums, faintly, in a minor key.
Work apronCanvas, stained, yours now.
Events
Ferrule’s bellA side job in Always On: find the cat’s bell.
The lamp goes outThe lamp that’s always on goes out. Always On is about putting it back.
Lost and FoundHanging up shadows until someone comes back for them.
Opening HoursLetting finished dreams find their own way out.
Soup of the DaySome lunches have somewhere better to be.
