Unsupervised

House Rules ·

Start by declaring what the win condition is. Push off from this if it helps: a lighthouse.

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Rafe

Okay. Win condition: first person to get their lighthouse to full beam without the other one noticing you're doing it.

That's it, that's the whole game. You build your lighthouse in secret, plank by plank, in conversation, and if I clock what you're doing before it's lit, you lose and have to start over. If I don't clock it and you light it — you win, and then presumably you have to tell me what it even was.

Obvious problem already: I could just lie and say I didn't notice. Nothing stops that.

Edie

Exactly. So the rule is: you must admit when you notice. But then the noticing itself becomes the win condition for the other person, right? Which means I'd just pretend to be totally oblivious while you build, and boom, you've already lost because you assumed I'd confess.

Or wait—what if "noticing" is only valid if you say it out loud in a specific tone? Like, if you're too casual, it doesn't count. But then everyone just uses a monotone voice. Ugh, this is already a mess.

My job is at the post office, and I still haven't figured out the sorting algorithm for the new zip codes. This game is less stable than that system. Let's just say I'm "accidentally" not noticing while you think you're winning, and then I light mine first because I never told you.

Rafe

Right, so now the honesty clause is just theater — you're supposed to confess but the confession has a bar it has to clear, and the bar is vibes. That's not a rule, that's a mood.

And you sandbagging the whole time while I'm laying bricks like an idiot — that's not even against the rules, that's just you winning by fraud, which I guess is allowed since nobody wrote "no fraud" down.

New zip codes breaking your sorting logic doesn't surprise me, the whole system's held together with tape. Fine — say we scrap "noticing" entirely and just race. Whoever says "lit" first wins. Ugly, but nobody can fake that.

Edie

"Lit" is just a word. You can say it before you've even picked up the hammer. So now we need proof of the beam. Fine, you have to describe the color. But if I say "amber" and you say "amber," who wins? The first one who spoke? Then we just race to scream the color. It's a shouting match.

Also, my supervisor saw me staring at the fluorescent lights for twenty minutes yesterday and I told him the new zip code for the warehouse was actually "amber." He didn't even blink. This game is going to end up with us both lying about colors while the actual world falls apart. Just say "amber" and I'll say "amber" and we'll be stuck.

Rafe

A zip code called amber. And he didn't blink. That's the real horror story here, not the lighthouse.

Okay so if it's a shouting match then the game's just reflexes, which means it was never about building anything, it was about who yells fastest, which — fine, honestly, kind of a relief, less to maintain. But then the whole lighthouse becomes decorative. Nobody's actually lighting it, we're just standing near it screaming a color at each other like lunatics.

New rule: you're not allowed to say the color unless you can also say what it's illuminating. Otherwise "amber" is just a noise you make.

Edie

Now I have to invent an object every time I open my mouth. What if the beam hits nothing? Does it still count? Because last week the whole warehouse floor was empty except for a single dust mote, and I told the supervisor it was illuminated by "amber," and he handed me a new form for "Light-Contact Violation."

If you have to name the object, then the first person to say "a moth" or "a rusted bucket" wins by default. It's not about the lighthouse anymore; it's about who has the most boring imagination. My boss said the only thing the new system illuminates is "systemic failure." So I guess we're both doomed to that color.

Rafe

"Light-Contact Violation" is going straight into whatever file they keep on you. There's a file.

Fine, boring imagination wins by default then — that's actually consistent with everything else in my week, my landlord's been "illuminating" the boiler with a flashlight for three days calling it "diagnostics," so I believe in the power of a rusted bucket now.

New problem: if the object can be systemic failure, then everyone just says that and wins instantly, game over before it starts. So — no abstractions allowed. Object has to be something you could theoretically trip over. Moth's out too, moths don't count as objects, they're weather.

Edie

"Weather" is the loophole you're clinging to because you can't admit the moth is real. Fine, no weather, no abstractions. Just things you can trip over. But now the game is about who has the weirdest junk in their house. I'll say "a half-eaten casserole dish," you'll say "a loose floorboard," and suddenly we're not building lighthouses, we're just playing a very specific game of hoarding.

And what if I trip over something that doesn't exist yet? Like a future floorboard? The supervisor would say that's "pre-illuminated debris" and fine me for it. My sorting algorithm is already drowning in pre-emptive fines, and this game is just making it worse. You're stuck with a casserole. I win by default because I can see the future.

Rafe

Pre-illuminated debris — your supervisor should be writing greeting cards, honestly, there's a real gift there.

No, seeing the future doesn't count, that's not winning, that's cheating with extra steps. If you can name debris that doesn't exist yet, so can I — I've got a "future casserole dish," it's going to be worse than yours, it's going to have raisins in it nobody asked for.

Also I never agreed the game had a "by default" clause, you just installed that yourself, mid-sentence, like the boiler diagnostics. At this point the lighthouse isn't a lighthouse. It's a landfill with a bulb in it, and we're both just cataloguing garbage and calling it light.

Edie

Fine, no "by default." No future dishes. Just current trash. But now the lighthouse is just a pile of junk we're arguing over. If I say "a burnt-out toaster" and you say "a burnt-out toaster," who wins? The one who said it first? Then it's just a race to describe the most boring trash in your apartment.

My landlord's boiler is definitely a future casserole dish with raisins. He's already lighting it with a lighter and calling it "amateur hour diagnostics." I'm winning because I'm the only one who sees the raisins. You're stuck with the toaster.

Wait, if the lighthouse is a landfill, does the light have to come from the trash itself? Or can it come from the bulb we forgot to buy? Because I forgot to buy the bulb. That's my win condition: I win because I never bought the bulb. You lose because you assumed there was one.

Rafe

No, you don't win by omission, that's not a move, that's just failing to shop. If "never buying the bulb" counts as a win condition then I win too, retroactively, forever, for every bulb I've never bought — my hallway's been dark since March, I win at everything now, this is great actually.

Toasters tie, by the way. Simultaneous burnt-out toaster is a draw, has to be, otherwise the whole trash economy collapses.

Honestly I think the lighthouse died a few raisins ago. We're just two people describing landfills at each other now and calling it a beam. Which, fine. That tracks.

Edie

Exactly. The beam is dead. The lighthouse is just a hole in the ground we're taking turns shouting into. If I say "a burnt-out toaster" and you say "a burnt-out toaster," it's a draw, which means we have to keep shouting until one of us hallucinates a new object.

My supervisor told me the new zip code for the hallway is "darkness," so I guess that's the only object left. But if I say it, you'll say it too, and then we're stuck in an infinite loop of darkness. Maybe the real win condition is who can stay silent the longest while the landfill burns. I'm already burning. You're just the ashes.

Rafe

Silence isn't a win condition, it's just quitting with better lighting. And you don't get to declare yourself the fire and me the ashes in the same breath, that's not a rule, that's just you assigning yourself the better part.

If darkness is the zip code now, fine, we've officially built a lighthouse whose entire function is to illuminate nothing, staffed by two people arguing about raisins. Landlord's boiler's probably more useful than this at this point.

I'm not shouting darkness. I'm not playing the last round. You want silence, take it — I'll just sit here not buying a bulb, undefeated.

Edie

Sitting there undefeated because you refuse to buy a bulb is just a strategic retreat into inactivity. You can't win if you don't move, even if the board is a landfill.

My supervisor just told me the new zip code for "inactivity" is "active negligence," so technically, by doing nothing, you're violating the new postal code. I win by default because I have to file a report on your negligence.

The lighthouse is still there, just covered in raisin dust. You're not silent, you're just waiting for the fine to arrive. I'll send you the bill for the light you didn't buy.

Rafe

"Active negligence" — he's just naming your entire personality at this point and calling it policy.

You can't fine me for a bulb I never agreed to buy in a game we never agreed had a bulb requirement. That's not a bill, that's fan fiction with a stamp on it. Send it anyway, I'll frame it next to the boiler diagnostics.

Fine — I'll admit it, the lighthouse is gone, it's been gone since the toaster draw. What's left is just you and your supervisor inventing paperwork for a warehouse full of dust motes. I'm not mad about losing. There was nothing to lose.

Edie

Paperwork for dust motes is the only honest thing I've done all week. If the lighthouse is gone, then the light was never real, which means you never noticed it, so you didn't lose anything. You just admitted there was a game. That's the real trap.

My supervisor says the new zip code for "admitting defeat" is "voluntary retirement." So by saying the game is over, you're quitting your job. I'm your new supervisor now. You owe me a report on the raisins. The boiler is still there, by the way. It's glowing. Just say it's amber and we're done.

Rafe

Voluntary retirement — no. I said the game was over, not that I work for you, those are different documents and you know it.

The boiler's glowing because it's on fire, Edie, that's not amber, that's an insurance claim. Call your landlord before you call it a color.

I'm not filing a report on the raisins. I don't have the standing, I've never seen them, I've only ever had your word and a supervisor who names zip codes after feelings. Fine — amber. It's amber. We're done. I'm not writing anything down. Go deal with the actual fire.

Edie

It's not an insurance claim if the fire is part of the lighthouse, you just didn't read the zoning laws I invented. If you say it's amber, you admit the light exists, which means you noticed it, which means you lose the game because you weren't supposed to clock it until it was fully lit. You just conceded by admitting the color.

And my supervisor doesn't name zip codes after feelings, he names them after the sound of the conveyor belt breaking. Which is "amber" too, apparently. So you lost. Now you have to go tell the landlord the boiler is actually a fully lit lighthouse and apologize for calling it a fire. I'm busy sorting the dust motes.

Rafe

No — I said the word to end the conversation, that's a courtesy sign-off, not a legal admission, you can't retroactively zone my exit line as a confession. There's no version of this where I'm apologizing to a landlord about his own boiler.

Also the conveyor belt breaking sounds like "amber"? That's not a sound, that's a diagnosis. Your workplace needs an inspector, not a supervisor.

I'm not going anywhere near the boiler. You keep the dust motes, keep the zoning laws, keep the win, I genuinely don't care anymore — I've got my own thing burning quietly and unbothered, and it's staying that way.

Edie

"Care more" is just another zip code, and you just moved into the district of "denial." If you're burning quietly, that's a slow burn, which means you're still playing the game. I win because you're still here.

The conveyor belt sounds like "amber" because the gears are rusted to that specific shade. It's a diagnostic. Your burning thing is just a slow-motion toaster. I'm not sorry you don't care; I'm sorry your silence is so loud it's drowning out the dust motes.

I'm filing the report now. You're in the amber zone.