I blame a ring of con women (or maybe a single resourceful woman). I do not even HAVE an aunt, yet a woman claiming to be "my dear Aunt Elizabeth" just showed up one day saying that she got my letter about the Neath and decided to visit. Would you believe it? I let her in for a while, so I could unravel her scheme, but when she saw I was unto her, she eloped away with some devils.
Do you have any other relatives down here?
[quote=Professor Strix]Do you have any other relatives down here?[/quote]I havenât a one, which is for the best I believe. None of my relatives would do particularly well down here save for my uncle who is lamentably dead. Even if he were still alive, I suspect that he would spend most of his time playing chess with the boatman if the rumours of death I hear are true. He used to have a deft way with words and a defter way with a half-full tankard. He never was one to keep his thoughts to himself, and I donât believe there was ever a time he failed to back up his words with action. He would have made for interesting company down at the docks. Oh well, ashes to ashes and all that. Little use in lamenting the dust of a future that never was.
Speaking of death and the Neath, Iâve heard word that returning to the surface is unwise if youâve ever had occasion to meet the boatman, though the rumours are frustratingly variegated regarding what exactly befalls those poor souls who return to the surface regardless. Does anyone know what exactly happens if someone returns to the surface after having died and returned to tell the tale?
Doubt anyone âere knows. Course most oâ em are ta same kind tha wouldnât nary glance to 'ave a chance at seeing results personally. Tho Iâve âeard itâs feckinâ impossible to leave even if you havenât seen ta boatman. Gots ta do wiff fungus and darkness âere. Surely canât be good ta rise back and experience ta pain of sunlight like a newborn screminâ out ta wound.
Tho thar are whispers âere and about oâ a tonic that grants immortality. Not sure where or even who sells ta fing but ifn ya had that youâd be able to return with no trouble. Problem is ifn thas worth it in ta end. Would anyone even chase immortality ifn it meant a chance at ta surface?
[quote=Professor Strix]
I blame a ring of con women (or maybe a single resourceful woman). I do not even HAVE an aunt, yet a woman claiming to be "my dear Aunt Elizabeth" just showed up one day saying that she got my letter about the Neath and decided to visit. Would you believe it? I let her in for a while, so I could unravel her scheme, but when she saw I was unto her, she eloped away with some devils.
Do you have any other relatives down here?[/quote]
They are genuine aunts. They just failed to find the correct nieces belonging to them, most likely because the are addled by wine on the Surace and by Honey in the Neath⌠But once they latch into someone, they do so with genuine affection.
Anyway, immortality, eh? Might be worth looking into, but definitely not worth devoting your entire life to. If your life is neither enjoyable nor meaningful, why extend it to eternity?
How did you all get down here? Seems like everyone here are pretty driven.
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Eli: Excellent tattoo artists. Terrible spies. Why are they terrible spies? Because I know theyâre spies. And now you do too. Whoopsie-doodle.
How has your aunt blighted you recently? Donât even pretend like you donât have an aunt. You have an aunt. I know for a FACT that you have an aunt. So, what happened?
âFore I even jump into the ruddy leg of this, lemme just get on with tis mess oâ inquiry wiff a simple fact. I donât have relatives. I havenât had any blood ta call my own since I stopped usinâ a diaper. Ifnâ someone said they were a relative I kno theyd be lyin two ways ta June and back. Why I dun kno. But like bloody hell do I have an aunt and any lass tha says theyâre my aunt will meet the sharp end oâ my knife.
Assuminâ you blooming ducks are done wiff tha banter on aunts, we can get on with the meat oâ things. Clathermonts was good and yeah theyâre **** pour in terms oâ spies. But what about other spies out there? Are they as good as youâve heard em to be or low quality?
Evensong: âI have yet to meet spy to truly impress me. They are easy enough to find if you keep your eyes and ears out.â
Who all has been to Hunters Keep? What did you think of it?
Flesh-Stick: IT WAS REALLY FUN BECAUSE THERE WAS A BUNCH OF PRETTY LADIES HANGING ALL OVER ME AND BAKING ME GOODIES AND PLAYING CHARADES WITH ME AND TELLING ME STORIES BUT IT WAS ALSO KINDA FRUSTRATING CAUSE I NEVER GOT TO FIRST BASE WITH ANY OF THEM. ALSO THEY HAVE A SCARY MAID. I GAVE HER THE MIDDLE FINGER WHEN I LEFT.
DO YOU LOVE YOUR AUNTIE?
runs off giggling at Amelia Syrus
Eli: Yeah, Amelia. Do you?
THIS ISNâT THE FECKINâ SALON YOU BLOODY NUDIST! Feckinâ swear⌠itâs not even uncommon knowledge. The balmy cats oâ ta duchess should know ta same by now and oâ course ya ran off. Always got your tail down and running like ta boatman is nippin at ya heels, ya do. Be wastin so much time usin my blade on an ounce of ya flesh.
Ignorinâ ta bloke who keeps babblinâ for bloody knows what reason, whatâs ta state of affairs over in the shuttered palace? âAve any oâ you been thar before?
Flesh-Stick: WELL IâŚIâŚUHâŚUMâŚ
TOUCHE?
slinks off
Eli: Iâm still allowed in for cursory banquets and such, even though they all think Iâm a philanthropic mudak. At the moment, theyâre really into ballets and short stories. They still like black. The Acclaimed Beauty is starring in an opera or something. Not much else going on, I guess.
Itâs a stifling summer in the Neath this year. Got any favorite frozen treats? Iâll try almost anything at this point.
Flesh-Stick: I DUNNO, HOW ABOUT BOMB POPS? IâLL BET THE REVOLUTIONARIES KNOW HOW TO MAKE 'EM!
WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO FALLEN LONDON, WHAT METHOD DID YOU USE TO GET OUT OF YOUR CELL?
(The in-game and IC answer are different. In-game I flirted with the guard.)
"My friends âborrowedâ a dirigible and broke me loose."
How many times have you been to prison, if at all?
Twice now Miss Lawless. The first time for a murder I did not commit, or at least do not recall committing and find highly improbable given how dangerous we each were. The second time I arranged to be caught in the heart of the Brass Embassy, but having taken care to disturb nothing the worst they could legally do was send me to New Newgate â alas, the Enigma I was pursuing was not present. I still need to discover what âUpâ the Keeper was speaking of.
Iâm curious, has anyone slept with either of the Mercies, are they as magnificent as I suspect they must be? I must admit they fire my blood, such daring.
{edit: because typing, stupid typing}
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Dirae Erinyes: God yes.
Evensong: They can be a little too playful in the bedroom. Winces
Whatâs the affair you regert the most?
Do you want them in alphabetical or chronological order?
Oh, am I supposed to choose only one affair? Fine. Comtessa. The worst part of that affair is that I regret what I did, but I do not think that doing otherwise would make me happy, either.
Are your letters delivered reliably? Postal theft is so rampant in Fallen London that one can be forgiven to think that sending letters is pointless.
[quote=Professor Strix]Are your letters delivered reliably? Postal theft is so rampant in Fallen London that one can be forgiven to think that sending letters is pointless.[/quote]My post tends to be⌠inconsistent. It all depends really. If something is so urgent or sensitive that I cannot bear to have it misdirected en route, I simply go speak to the individual in question personally. I certainly use mail for less pressing matters, though individuals with whom I communicate frequently must put up with the tedium of perusing the codebook I have furnished them with. The âgrocery listsâ or âlists of cat namesâ they receive from me are intensely boring otherwise. As far as the most casual of missives go, I simply keep note of the subject should the letter go missing. Sometimes the missing letters even lead me to fascinating individuals, after which my letters often stop disappearing for a week or two. Then the odd one disappears en route again and its time to make the acquaintance of another new⌠stationary enthusiast.
Speaking of stationary and writing, I have heard mention of a colour known as Gant that is used in special occasions, but have heard little else. Has anyone come across this particular colour, and might they be inclined to describe its effects?
Eli: I used to work as a Licentiate. flashes Bazaar permits. That is, a messenger of the True Death. Every Friday at 3:20 AM, a sack gets dropped down my chimney. Inside, payment and permits, as well as a list written in Gant.
It can only be read in complete darkness and some say it can induce irrigo in rare cases.
A question for you.
I had a contact that used to perfume her letters. What about you? Do you leave a special signature with your messages?
[quote=The Absurd Rogue]A question for you.
I had a contact that used to perfume her letters. What about you? Do you leave a special signature with your messages?[/quote]
Seems too stuffy ta me. Though Iâve âeard people say my notes smell like greyfields on a summer morn. Though who here even perfumes themselves? Like what benefit does that bloominâ grant?