The Machinist
Posts: 83
4/25/2015
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In the course of neathly business, many of us find ourselves being dragged all over the city, and beyond, in pursuit of our various plots and opportunities. In the lulls between schemes, when the daily intrigue relaxes to merely maddening intensity, where do you spend your time? Do you return to your lodgings, flipping cards in the safety of your home? Is there a haunt you've adopted, a place whose opportunities have gradually grown into the comforts of familiar streets? Or do you simply find yourself spread too thin, always dallying at the site of the last plot or rushing on to the next?
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He has many a plan, many a scheme, many a hidden and whirring machine
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Passionario
Posts: 777
4/29/2015
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In the Flit. With a white-glim telescope. Collecting notes on how people below spend their free time.
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Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
Passion: Profile, Appearance
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Lady Taimi Felix
Posts: 202
4/25/2015
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Roofs. The taller, darker, and less accessible the better. Sometimes I conduct business up there, or check in with the urchin gang I'm most partial to, or simply perch myself on a crumbling cornice and watch the city go by below.
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Lady Taimi Felix: Devoted Wife. Invisible Eminence. Patron of the Shadowy Arts. Monster Hunter. Lady of Adventure. Exceptionally Lethal. Loves a Good Chat over Coffee.
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bitterhorn
Posts: 61
4/26/2015
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The Zee-wet boroughs of the South and East shall forever linger close to my heart of hearts. I have become something of an amateur mycologist, of late, and am well pleased when my endeavors permit me to "stop and smell the mildew"!
(What? Blemmi... no, no, why does everyone... I am agog at the positively abysmal knowledge in the public imagination of how Exceptionally Diverse Our New Ecology can be. Truly, there are a plethora of fascinating fungi in the Neath, my friend, and to think that a single strain of upstart fungi from overseas have captured the popular imagination so! Why, I remember the first time I...)
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Marsh(-)mark(ed) thurifer, bookkeeper, &c. of Blackfen-on-Zee; Bazaarine aesthete, unnatural historian, thing-about-town.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/bitterhorn
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Marianne Anders
Posts: 127
4/29/2015
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I spend most of my time lately in the Flit and in Spite pursuing, shall we say, ambiguous interests. And visiting Miss Knocht, of course - a very magnanimous lady. I also seem to end up playing quite a lot of chess.
(haha. In fact, during last Feast of the Exceptional Rose, I did adopt a Pentecost Ape. I'm sure it'll end well.)
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Not all who wander are lost. Sometimes, they are very lost.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Marianne~Anders
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Isa1187
Posts: 45
4/26/2015
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I wander the empty streets of the Forgotten Quarter, searching for secrets and nightmares and the remains of the foolish adventurers who preceded me. It's quiet there, except for the occasional band of devils and a few other mad wanderers, and there's no one to arrest me if I make something spontaneously combust.
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Accepting all social actions.
http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Ezira
She was consumed: http://fallenlondon.com/profile/isa1187
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Ian Hart
Posts: 437
4/26/2015
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Grinding opportunity cards in the bazaar side streets, in pursuit of a singular destiny.
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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Antifinity
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