malthaussen
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12/14/2015
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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
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"Of two choices, I always take the third."
Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Pyrodinium
Posts: 639
12/14/2015
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malthaussen wrote:
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
<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?"
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My profiles: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Pyrodinium
(A Monster hunter on the hunt of his twin brother's killer. Overprotective dad of his twin's daughter)
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rudolph~of~Taured
(an indeterminate person of potentially rubbery lineage)
* All social actions except photographers and loitering welcome!
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Michile
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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?
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"Be the change you want to see in the world."
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Curious Foreigner
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12/14/2015
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There are also 582733*100^362636626362 Cheery Men, so it all evens out.
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Cochimetl went North, and beyond. No poems, only candlelight now. (Well, maybe one poem.)
The Gun-Toting Gallivanter, after an extended absence, is back in London again.
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Parelle
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12/14/2015
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Nah, it's simpler than that. There's only 1 of us, all the rest are reflections of the same person...
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Parelle, Lady Joseph Marlen. The Singular Librarian. A Midnighter, a Player of the Marvelous.
pages from a dusty bookshop: a badly updated FL changelog | Useful Guidance and Explanations
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Passionario
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12/16/2015
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Parelle wrote:
Nah, it's simpler than that. There's only 1 of us, all the rest are reflections of the same person...
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.
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Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending
Passion: Profile, Appearance
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Charlotte_de_Witte
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12/16/2015
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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!
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"Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar."
Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you!
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Parelle
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... 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
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Parelle, Lady Joseph Marlen. The Singular Librarian. A Midnighter, a Player of the Marvelous.
pages from a dusty bookshop: a badly updated FL changelog | Useful Guidance and Explanations
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Psyche Labyrinth
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1/10/2016
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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?
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Neath citizen, zee captain, possible deranged serial killer...
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Always happy to meet new people and help out where I can!
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The Duke of Waltham
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12/16/2015
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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).
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The Duke of Waltham welcomes requests for assistance from those troubled by menaces, and His Grace's townhouse is always open to visitors who will not attempt to steal the silverware or extract support for yet another ill-advised scheme concerning photographers.
H. Cartwright, secretary.
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(I normally do not double post, but, considering the topic, he deserved his own reply.)
Snow Belie was shuttling between home and Court, again and again preparing for yet another symphony. At last, Symphony number...what was it again...was Complete. She prepared its playing and had its performance at the Court's Concert hall.
But this one was different. From the first note of its chord, she...was not there anymore.
Again, she was whisked to a vision of the Future, but this one was far in the future...very far.
One hundred twenty two years exactly she knew oddly.
She saw flashes earlier from that date announced to that of a man...no, a Muse!
One whose Soul was technically only barely contained by its flesh.
Whose power of communication was in its purest form of Bohemian creativity...no, this wasn't even Bohemian any more! It transcended that and...something about Rocks and Rolls...to encompass all Art itself!
The visions flashed one after another, wounding her but she not caring from their Magnificence.
- She saw visions of the Correspondence almost completely translated properly turned into English with a Man who Fell to Earth [I won't link questionable free viewing online links to any mentioned copyrighted movie, but you are free.to search for it yourself]
- She was taken to beneath the Fifth Coil of the Labyrinth of Tigers...no, wait, this was yet another undiscovered Labyrinth.
She saw the Legend of The Man with many Titles
And the recently titled:
- She saw a person who even knew how to make the simple art of Dancing Transcendent, as kitschy as this future's clothing style, buildings, horseless carriages and flying constructs appeared....of course, many people would never understand kitsch outside Germany being such an Avant-Garde word in the present 1894 today, but the Bohemians would indeed....
- And the final one she saw was another whose Tribute of Major Tom made the man himself once say "..the most poignant version of the song ever created." This location confused her. She knew the residence was in the Heavens, but did not understand why the man performing seemed to float as if made of Ether.
At the end of that vision, coinciding with the crescendo of her Symphony, she saw what few others could see. Perhaps it was the connection to the "many worlds," perhaps it was a wishful thought even though she knew what the others Above did, or perhaps it was the Gift one Artist gives to another. She inwardly hoped that was the reason.
She saw the Soul of the Legend known as "David Bowie" depart his frail form, and rise, rise into the Heavens...but it had become something that no Human had become before (and perhaps none will do since.) She saw the Soul...the Seed of Magnificence...hatch into a Star itself! A...Black Star!
It did not Hunger for other Souls, it did not Order rules. It dared to Break them by Giving Sustenance and warmth and Shone upon that Station (to Station) in the Spatial heavens...far above the Earth.
She felt one last Echo of Major Tom's once-Human-formed Legend...as he truly transitioned his Final and Beloved title...Starman:
...Planet Earth is Blue
And There's Nothing I can Do.
As Snow Belie's Symphony ended, snapping her back to her present Reality, her Astonishing work's thunderous Applause was met with awe as nobody there understood the true reason for the Melancholy welled up in her and bursting into Wrenching Sobs as the Author let loose with her tears...and her Author, her Creator's Sobs channeling through her at this world's future Loss and Heaven's gain.
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malthaussen
Posts: 1060
12/14/2015
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@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
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"Of two choices, I always take the third."
Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Gonen
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12/14/2015
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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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 The Ashen Anesthesiologist - Paramount Londoner
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness.
The long journey to eccentricity:
On March 10th, 2018, reached 15 on all quirks, simultaneously. The Quirky Anesthesiologist
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Rysiek
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12/14/2015
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Gonen wrote:
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?
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The silesian Detective
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rysiek
The incredible Warsovian. She certainly didn't steal your diamond necklace. That idea is RIDICULOUS...
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maria~Konstantynopolska
The silesian vengeance seeker
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Agata~Grym
I apologize for any and all anachronisms. I am too lazy to check some facts if I am sure they are from the 1890s or sometimes think they are.
Oh, and by the way, I am not polish, I am GERMAN to clarify for heavens sake... tylko po polsku mowie. Um Himmelswillen...
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malthaussen
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12/14/2015
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A little tune for the poor secretary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU1kTuVSUOw
-- Mal
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"Of two choices, I always take the third."
Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Rysiek
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12/14/2015
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<my try>
"WHAT YOU MEAN I CANNOT MOVE!?!?!??!" Shouted countless Londoners in the cities Administration.
"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.
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The silesian Detective
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rysiek
The incredible Warsovian. She certainly didn't steal your diamond necklace. That idea is RIDICULOUS...
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maria~Konstantynopolska
The silesian vengeance seeker
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Agata~Grym
I apologize for any and all anachronisms. I am too lazy to check some facts if I am sure they are from the 1890s or sometimes think they are.
Oh, and by the way, I am not polish, I am GERMAN to clarify for heavens sake... tylko po polsku mowie. Um Himmelswillen...
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Her True Desires: A Defining Moment for Snow Belie
Snow Belie is appalled at how long her wait for Pentstock to approve her room to a Suite upgrade will be!
So she simply marches up to the frump-attired man, drags him to the other back room, and...well, the details besides mentioning Salt Weasels screaming in Agony and Sulky Bats sighing in Pleasure cannot be reprinted here!
Snow exits the Wicket onto Fallen London's Street followed by a staggering and hugely-grinning proprietor, his clothes draped in disarray.
"Thanks for expediting that Upgrade. I hope you enjoyed the Taste of Lacre from my...lips."
The Special Constables begin to gather her for another trip, but Penstock waves them off.
"Not this time Lads. Happy New year Snow Belie...and for absolutely nothing improper that happened or fictionalized ever printed or told as such, or your reservation becomes permanently relocated to the Iron Republic!"
Snow just "Innocently" smiles and wanders off, pretending to think as if she were some other fictional characters for a Novel of Future Science or Realism Fantasy:
Rysiek wrote:
Gonen wrote:
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?
Curious Foreigner wrote:
There are also 582733*100^362636626362 Cheery Men, so it all evens out.
edited by Curious Foreigner on 12/14/2015
Passionario wrote:
Parelle wrote:
Nah, it's simpler than that. There's only 1 of us, all the rest are reflections of the same person...
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.
Snow shakes her head as out of a odd dream wondering why her "Many Worlds" Theorem has come into thought again?
Must be what happens when my body is rarely satiated. Who knew you could use an Axile Fluke that way in a coupling? A Sundered Sea indeed! It's not like any of this is beyond Theoretical anyway, since I don't actually have a....
As she continues walking and and thinking, at this point closing the door to her Luxurious Suite, her mind stops and her blood runs Cold in Shock.
She pulls out a Calling Card from the "fictional" Passionario.
I don't...understand. None of this makes sense, and this isn't like either of the Insanities one gets here or in Parabola.
The card is so sharp, she even got a paper cut.
Even in dreams, a cut like that never happens. This was...is...real. I...don't understand how.
Snow suddenly has an overwhelming urge to stop [CENSORED]ing around and to resume her University Correspondence Studies.
I must...must learn how this works; I must learn the language of the Cosmos! Only the Dragons ruled by the Stars above in the Cosmos can control Time and Space, and that language is as close as we Humans can get....
The Appreciation Society is not likely going to "enjoy" my next published work....
It wasn't easy for a lapsed Academic and Artistic Bohemian to figure out how to progress, but Snow attempted to do so. Hours of planning later....
Maybe I can better understand the Resonance of Correspondence through the Harmonics of Symphony Music since the Universal Oscillation- especially felt from the Correspondence Symphony's vibration of the Instrument's Strings-is, hypothetically, how we perceive the dimensions of perception. Perhaps it can unlock "alternate worlds," since one could go all the way up to a number of Ten Dimensions, if a Theory like this is ever proven true....
It's back to Court I go! Glad I never "physically performed like I always do" there, and would have gotten banished!
And thus, Snow Belie the defying-her-arranged-marriage-addicted-to-Hedonism chapter ends and the very-long delayed-in-the-back-of-her-mind-promising-"someday-I'll-continue"-Snow Belie Academic Correspondent chapter begins.
[OOC: This was going to happen soon in some narrative manner, but thanks for the IC Trigger everybody!]
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Kukapetal
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Good for her then...I guess
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