I’m seeing a lot of people moving into four-card lodgings the past few days, can’t imagine why.:) It might be humorous if forum denizens who have done so would check in, although some are doing so in the "Accomplishments" thread. I have a feeling the maids and other service staff are being seriously overworked at the three locations this season.
Me, I’ve moved to the Royal Beth. Took me about two months and one week.
– Mal
[quote=malthaussen]I’m seeing a lot of people moving into four-card lodgings the past few days, can’t imagine why.:) It might be humorous if forum denizens who have done so would check in, although some are doing so in the "Accomplishments" thread. I have a feeling the maids and other service staff are being seriously overworked at the three locations this season.
Me, I’ve moved to the Royal Beth. Took me about two months and one week.
– Mal[/quote]
<sorry, can’t resist :P >
"BANG!"
Penstock’s Ratwork Derringer gave a Goat Demon a hearty breakfast of lead. It will be a while before it will try its luck on getting the caseloads of Brilliant Souls stowed at the shop’s basement. Life has been quite busy for the poor realtor. Hundreds of young yet promising Londoners flood his shop everyday each bringing a hefty amount of delicious items.
However, his shop isn’t ready for this deluge. His secretary lies drooling at her desk, overfatigued from reading and cataloging all those Whispered Secrets. Another staff member was found skewered in the Docks after one of the Black Ribbons found the name "Feducci’s property" on one of the Mysteries that he was carrying.
"CRASH!"
Penstock raced upwards from the basement and towards the entrance of his shop. A rather honey-addled hansom driver has crashed his ride near the western window of the shop, spewing golden honey all over a stack of Bazaar Permits. A sheepish POSI comes out of the wrecked hansom and looks at him cautiously.
"Excuse me sir" he says while wiping the honey off his suit "but can I have a reservation at the Royal Bethlehem?"
A little tune for the poor secretary: the rolling stones 19th nervous breakdown - YouTube
– Mal
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"WHAT YOU MEAN I CANNOT MOVE!?!?!??!" Shouted countless Londoners in the cities Administration.[li]
"Well, there are 20908 Moves to the Royal Betlehem, 4098 to the Bazaar… How big are they? And 463t253^4231 moves to the Brass Emabassy… I think they built it on soil from the Iron Republic. Anyways, we are to occupied filling THOSE moves out, that your move can be accepted the earliest in 1918. Pennstocks also reported trouble hiding those secrets, Honey and souls. Have a nice day" was the standard abswer.
Oh, we’re doing THAT now, eh?
What about the 10,000+ most scandalous symphonies which shocked the court? Don’t they get used to it by the 56th?
How about quarter of London who seek to find that seventh player for a certain ambitious card game?
And we could build a new city inside the most secret place which is called Cave of Nadir (won’t remember that we did, but we could).
Also, it seems every third man around here posses a box with seven locks and only today the fidgeting writer was visited 997 times. Some of those visits were by the same characters over and over. =)
edited by Gonen on 12/14/2015
[quote=Gonen]Oh, we’re doing THAT now, eh?
What about the 10,000+ most scandalous symphonies which shocked the court? Don’t they get used to it by the 56th?
How about quarter of London who seek to find that seventh player for a certain ambitious card game?
And we could build a new city inside the most secret place which is called Cave of Nadir (won’t remember that we did, but we could).
Also, it seems every third man around here posses a box with seven locks and only today the fidgeting writer was visited 997 times. Some of those visits were by the same characters over and over. =)
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And the 582733×100^362636626362 Daughters of the Cheery Man. The guy sure has to be fertile. Does he do anything but have sex?
There are also 582733*100^362636626362 Cheery Men, so it all evens out.
edited by Curious Foreigner on 12/14/2015
Nah, it’s simpler than that. There’s only 1 of us, all the rest are reflections of the same person…
@Parelle:
“Few people can say of themselves that they are free of the belief
that this world which they see around them is in reality the work
of their own imagination. Are we pleased with it, proud of it, then?”
(Isaak Dinensen)
– Mal
Well, I moved into the Beth, and I’m not even a POSI, yet. But I will be in two shakes of a Starveling Cat’s tail.
How about all those people making trips to the "secret" and "mysterious" Tomb of Seven? You know, the one with the turnstile, the neon lights, and the kitschy gift shoppe selling plastic dwarfs?
edited by Michile on 12/15/2015
Mass tourism does so ruin everything in the end; it is not long ago that people wouldn’t even imagine there could be a rubbish problem on Mount Everest. Here it was Hallowmas that did it for me: dozens of special editions of The Unexpurgated Gazette went out declaring each of their respective recipients "Sovereign of Hallowmas". I am rather reminded of this scary little thing (well, a little scary eleven years ago; I doubt it would make much of an impact now).
We are amidst strange beings, in a strange city. The flow of time itself is convoluted; with Londoners decades old phasing in and out. The very fabric wavers, and relations shift and obscure. There’s no telling how much longer your London and mine will remain in contact. But, use this, to summon one another, cross the gaps between the Neaths, and engage in jolly co-operation!
You’ve gained 1x Calling Card.
Oh, non! You won’t trick me so easily sentient AI! You’ll have to do much better than that if you want me to come out of the bunker!
… I was clicking through this by chance today and thought…
What about all of those old, abandoned homes? Is that cottage by the observatory surrounded by hundreds of empty buildings? Or is there only a single cottage whose key is just copied and resold, as people move out?
Too bad we can’t complain to Penstock that the keys to our old lodgings are cluttering our keyrings and our decks! or sell them back to him at the wicket :)
A city of abandoned homes left to crumble among the elements is such a beautiful thing though! And as for the keys… well who doesn’t love hoarding?
Would it cheer Snow Belie up to know a certain psychotic pervert has asked her out on a date? :P
You’ll have to be more specific which psychotic pervert? There are many that stal…admire her! :D[/quote]
Well, crap. I guess the invite he sent her wasn’t dirty enough to make him stand out from the crowd.
He’d be happy to make up for it by doing obscene things with doughnuts and cinnamon twists at the coffee shop if only the lovely lady will accept :P
EDIT: OMG you turned him down! Oh dear! XD
Good thing he’s got a few cellars of wine stockpiled to drown his sorrows in :P
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A more picturesque version of that scene in Inception, then? :-p
Actually, the perpetual darkness (and dampness) makes all the difference here, and since the "elements" are mostly fog and falling stalactites… This place, crawling with all manner of silent terrors, would be horribly quiet. The dead calm of the Unterzee extends to land, and is just as deceptive…
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Good for her then…I guess
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