I reside in a Spire Emporium. It is the highest of luxuries. I also have a Suite at the Bethlehem. (DragonRidingSorceress shrugs, as if it is nothing; but her smile speaks to how pleased she is.) I have not YET obtained a Brass Sanctum. I like my soul to be attached to my body, and have not yet acquired the ah… alternative funds.
The question: You’re standing there minding your own business, when you hear a ghastly noise from around the corner. What do you do? edited by dragonridingsorceress on 1/27/2015
A -ghastly- noise? Of course I must look around the corner to see what it is! Hopefully it is something gruesome and shocking the likes of which I have never seen before (like a Rubbery Man eating an Neddy Man).
Question: Supposing it -is- a Rubbery Man eating a Neddy Man; what do you do?
Solomon: Good Lord, eating a person? Without cooking them first? That’s awfully barbaric.
Marcus: glaring daggers at Solomon Eating a person AT ALL would be wrong.
Solomon: chuckling Anyways, if it were the other way around: A Neddy man eating a Rubbery Man, would you partake?
Well - leaving aside those dreams which come as a result of the consumption of cheese before retiring (as I am sure we are all familiar with the deplorable visions thusly brought about) - my most persistent dream has to do with a city in the rain, and screams, and blood. Always, there is blood. I shall speak no more of it.
Now then! If you could eat any denizen of Fallen London, what manner of creature would it be? How would you prepare it? How much grease would be involved?
He has already been Eaten. (Seeker of Names’ voice is soft, quiet, and sends chills down your spine.) Many times he has been consumed, and yet he lives. Drowned in the Well.
…Nope. Not gonna touch that one with a ten foot bargepole. I dislike punishing myself in games, and I do no know the intent of Eaten. However, if it is merely to get revenge on those who betrayed him, I wish him the best of luck in his endeavors. Such a fate is harsh. If this reckoning extends to the whole neath however and our city… then I would defy him to the last breath.
On the subject of this person, why do you think what happoened to him happened? Protection from evil, plots most sinister, or another theory? edited by Kylestien on 2/3/2015
[quote=Kylestien]…Nope. Not gonna touch that one with a ten foot bargepole. I dislike punishing myself in games, and I do no know the intent of Eaten. However, if it is merely to get revenge on those who betrayed him, I wish him the best of luck in his endeavors. Such a fate is harsh. If this reckoning extends to the whole neath however and our city… then I would defy him to the last breath.
On the subject of this person, why do you think what happoened to him happened? Protection from evil, plots most sinister, or another theory? edited by Kylestien on 2/3/2015[/quote]
(DragonRidingSorceress sighs.) Thanks a lot. Seeker is sulking now. And I’m the one who has to put up with their tantrums.
I don’t know. I don’t want to know. A betrayal of some sort. I’m certainly not going to try to find out more. I value my mind being more or less intact.
(She shifts, seems to let herself relax.) A nicer topic now. What would you most like to research?
[quote=dragonridingsorceress][quote=Kylestien]…Nope. Not gonna touch that one with a ten foot bargepole. I dislike punishing myself in games, and I do no know the intent of Eaten. However, if it is merely to get revenge on those who betrayed him, I wish him the best of luck in his endeavors. Such a fate is harsh. If this reckoning extends to the whole neath however and our city… then I would defy him to the last breath.
On the subject of this person, why do you think what happoened to him happened? Protection from evil, plots most sinister, or another theory? edited by Kylestien on 2/3/2015[/quote]
(DragonRidingSorceress sighs.) Thanks a lot. Seeker is sulking now. And I’m the one who has to put up with their tantrums.
I don’t know. I don’t want to know. A betrayal of some sort. I’m certainly not going to try to find out more. I value my mind being more or less intact.
(She shifts, seems to let herself relax.) A nicer topic now. What would you most like to research?[/quote]
The effects of Music and The Correspondence on The Masters. I noted at a party of Mr Wines then when I sang it seemed to have a… odd… effect on him. And when I played The Bell and The Candle at the Palace it definitely has effects since the Correspondence was used. Perhaps if one could find the right sequence of notes and combine it with the Correspondence effectively one could - but I get ahead of myself. Right now it is but a theory, and chances to test it are unlikely and dangerous.
What strange theories on the neath do you have? edited by Kylestien on 2/6/2015
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What strange theories on the neath do you have? edited by Kylestien on 2/6/2015[/quote]
Arol: I have many theories but one really strange one is that all the Neathly wine we drink, every vintage, is really just crushed Phosphorescent Scarabs. It really doesn’t make the least bit of sense, especially since wine doesn’t glow. I stopped mixing Laudanum, Strangling Willow Absinthe, and Prisoner’s Honey after coming up with that and all my current theories are much more sane.
Amber: I once had a theory that the Masters were really some sort of bat. Crazy, huh?
Car: I have a theory that my doorknob is plotting my downfall. It’s talking to the neighborhood rats about poisoning me while I sleep, so they can use my house as factory for more doorknobs. Soon the Neath will be run by roving bands of doorknobs strapped to the backs of rats.
Margaret: I have a strange theory about theories themselves. I think all theories anyone has about the Neath are planted in our head by the Correspondence.
Because… um… er… I don’t know. Seriously, you’d think i’d be living next to Wolfstack Docks, since i’m in an old steamer.
Anyway: If you had a chance to head back to the surface, no stings attached, no weakness to sunlight and having your “death account” paid off, would you take it?
Solomon Scoffs Good Lord, are you crazy? Leave all of this? Gestures wildly That fool Marcus might, but look at this? Pleasures beyond your wildest dreams! Profits that exceed anything the surface could offer! Not even death is a concern down here! What kind of fool would sacrifice all of this for a bit of sunlight and grass?
ahem Anyways, if you had the option to become a Master, would you take it?
Children? Why, no. To say that my former husband was not the paternal kind is something of an understatement. I am fond of children, and enjoy their society. But at present, the felicity of motherhood is not in prospect.
Eris looks into the middle distance for a moment
Oh! Oh, a question? I am sorry. Yes.
If you were to be able to have any food or drink from the Surface, what would it be?
Wine made with actual grapes. The mushroom stuff isn’t bad, of course, but once one actually tastes the stuff made by the sun and earth… well, that’s one of the few times I regret my change of cities.
Tell me, though, if you could knock a great big hole in the roof of the Neath to let in a little light down here, would you?
A bold question. Indeed, some might say, rather, "dangerous."
Surely the proper response to commit to print can only be that one bears each one of our Gracious Hosts an equal measure of respect and gratitude for their contribution to London’s prosperity and je ne sais qoi. One so humble as myself, at the very least, would be mortified at the thought of extolling the majesty of, for example, a single sea-wet, fox-warmed malefactor, in so many words.
Ahem. As one who finds themselves partial to the marshes, may I inquire after the experiences therein of others reading? The Neath is wide and I am certain I cannot have seen everything yet even in my own immediate vicinity.