pillbox
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10/31/2016
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Greeting to my associates! Please, please, pull up a seat. Help yourself to some of the..."wine".
Tell me, do you have any ongoing ventures with which you might want some aid?
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Jo Greycoin
Posts: 29
11/1/2016
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It needs drinkin'
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Sajach
Posts: 77
11/1/2016
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Sajach takes a glass and says with a smirk "Then drink it we shall"
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Jo Greycoin
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11/2/2016
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Greycoin waits for the Maitre D to leave and makes sure there are no interlopers listening in, only these tablemates.
Greycoin’s voice is a raspy whisper, it is always that, but even more so that you must listen carefully and the voice could not possibly be heard beyond this table.
Looking at Pillbox, “I told ya once dat it seems we ‘ave common interests and yer tale ‘as echoes in my own, but I’ll get ta dat in a bit.”
“I grew up on da streets of a city – my world was very small. Life was survival – findin’ scraps and bits of tossed away food ta avoid starvin’. Keepin’ anyone from noticin’ ya – dat was survival. Dere is always someone bigger or meaner – who’d kill ya or worse if dey caught ya.”
“I don’t know if it was always Neath or not, cities seem da same in da dark of da night. I know dere are gaps in my memories – maybe dere are moments dat I don’t want ta remember or maybe I drank a certain tea – ‘ow would I know.”
“But I caught a particularly talented Araby weasel and ‘e was so good in da fights, dat I started ta actually accumulate enough coin, ta be able ta seek more coin in finer locations. Respectability is a key ta many doors, far better den a lockpick.”
“So I started ta explore and dat is when I met ‘er, a Quiet Deviless with yellow eyes. She was everything ta me. And I would do anything fer ‘er. And everything I do is still in pursuit of ‘er. But dere’s never enough urchins or wine or souls, but I still believe dat one day we’ll dance again and I’ll do whatever it takes ta get ta dat day.”
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Catherine Raymond
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11/3/2016
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The woman in green sighed. "I would normally dance, but tonight I have exhausted myself in my current task in pursuit of the Name, and I seek only rest, combined with suitable friends...." she raised her glass in the general direction of Table 1, then turned to regard the members of Table 11 who were not yet dancing.
She raised the glass to her lips...and realized that it was empty. Since she had been holding it in a death grip since her confession, it had not been filled when the airag was first decanted. "And a suitable anodyne for my pain would be in order!" She grabbed the bottle of airag, hastily filled her glass, and downed a large swallow. Then, eyes wide with distress, she turned and fled out the front door of Caligula's. One with keen hearing and keener ability to distinguish multiple types of sounds in a noisy place would have detected prolonged retching.
About five minutes later, she returned, wiping her lips with a small handkerchief. She walked unsteadily back to the table and sat down abruptly, as though her legs had suddenly lost all strength. "That was awful!" she cried. "I never thought I'd find anything worse than laudanum. Is there no DECENT wine left?"
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Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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Gremlin
Posts: 30
11/4/2016
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Indomitable Gremlin shudders slightly at the mention of the Liberation, muttering something about the Zee. He's long since ceased writing, and is pensively listening to the others.
"I assure you, I have no intention of repeating anything said here. I may be publishing a paper, at present, but the ink isn't worth anything if it comes with a betrayal. I once published an issue dedicated to revealing a secret concealed by one of the Masters: but it wasn't their secret to keep. No, I won't be repeating anything."
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Gremlin
Posts: 30
11/5/2016
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"I admit I'm not well acquainted with the Captivating Princess," says Inevitable Gremlin. "There was an...incident, last time I was at the Palace."
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A Dimness
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11/5/2016
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"Oh, yes. Red honey is delightful, as long as your conscience doesn't bother you. They turn innocents into memory-farms for it, you know. I've had a few memories removed by those bees, both to forget and to be able to remember again. The experience wasn't, what you'd call, er- pleasant."
He shrugs.
"Not that I'm one to complain, I've probably inflicted more suffering in the past 300 years than I'd ever be able to undergo myself."
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Catherine Raymond
Posts: 2518
11/5/2016
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Jo Greycoin wrote:
"Which is worst? A world without books or a world without dreams or a world without wine?," Greycoin asks while re-filling several wineglasses.
"A world without wine, definitely. A world without books would be bad enough. Dreams...we are oft-times better off without." Lady Catherine holds out her glass. "Greycoin, if you would be so kind as to top me up, please! And when I manage to get on my feet again, I must thank our hostess for that wonderful madeira."
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Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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Akernis
Posts: 255
11/6/2016
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Eleonor Donegal wrote:
She tips a wink "Consider it...enhancing the rarity of the titles in question.
Vena grins. "What an exquisite sentiment, one I wholeheartedly share. Knowledge is like power, its value directly proportional to its rarity. Of course knowledge should never be lost or destroyed entirely, but I have heard it argued that we should freely distribute knowledge, regardless of its secret or dangerous nature, among the common citizens. An idea that is not only irresponsible, but almost perverse, and would surely lead to anarchy."
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I suppose the truly stubborn among you in such a dystopia would settle for beer, liquor and cider, though never Airag!" She grins at the lady in green.
"Cider wouldn't be too bad, I rather enjoy it, the non-Hesperidean variety of course; I have yet to taste the wonder that is the juice distilled from the golden apples. Of course there is another option all together; simple water. There is plenty of fresh, crystal clear water in the Neath untouched by salt or waste. It's an refreshing experience every now and then."
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Akernis
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11/6/2016
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Catherine Raymond wrote:
She laughed, then said more soberly. "I would not bet against dreams being the province of Parabola, but does that mean the Fingerkings control them? That seems odd, somehow."
"I suppose 'influence' might be a better term. Certainly the dream-serpents have an unprecedented amount of power in the realm of Morpheus."
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Gremlin
Posts: 30
11/7/2016
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pillbox wrote:
"While I concede your point on the transcription of secrets, the last three example you give seem more like theft than the conscious act of writing. I do not contend that all knowledge should be given with impunity, or that one's rightful thoughts are property of any who may take them, only that the destruction of a document does not equate to the destruction of an idea and that the destruction of an idea is a terrible thing to attempt in the first place. Sabotage lowers the tone of an argument, if nothing else.
"To the first: How many medicines might be bettered by those poisons, or never discovered for their absence? How many miraculous machines overlooked because their function is distantly derived from a weapon? There is certainly danger to knowledge, it would be naive to argue otherwise, but they are risks that must be taken if one wishes for other rewards. I myself am a scholar of the correspondence, but for all the harm it does me I do not regret what I have learned because I feel it is worth learning. By that token, I will teach others what I know so that others need suffer less for it. If there is anarchy, it is because there are anarchists, and if knowledge will further their cause then it will further other ones. Better ones."
"One might venture that some ideas are too dangerous to let live," Captain Gremlin says, "Though as an agent of the Press, I'm honor-bound to admit that has seldom stopped me. Still, there are some ideas that seem to be self-concealing. Take the Cave of...I'm sorry, I've forgotten what I was going to say. But there do seem to be secrets that work to keep themselves secret, as it were."
"Of course, killing someone isn't a guarantee that they'll keep your secret, especially not down here. But there are worse things than being dead. I experienced one of them...I robbed it once. The Bazaar, I mean. And got caught." He pauses, shuddering at the memory. "Thank the ceiling stars of the Neath that you'll never know what that's like. I can't tell you: the secret keeps itself. I can only remember."
"It's strange, but after that, they started to let me into some of their secrets. I've been working with the Masters, you know. Not in everything, certainly, but they trust me. After a fashion, in the case of some of them, but they do find me reliable. Enough to entrust me with some little jobs here and there. And a shop at the Bazaar. And some consideration at Christmas. A paperweight, once. But if they knew..." He takes a sip of wine. His scarf curls comfortably around his shoulders.
"They trust me now. Think they've reformed me. And perhaps they're right, in a sense. Certainly, I've aided them in their schemes. Propped them up. Saved them from revolution. And started robbing them again, right from under their noses. They don't even realize that they've been stolen from, that their own thefts have been turned against them."
"Someday, they'll take me into their innermost circles. And I'll betray them. Steal their most precious thing at their very moment of triumph."
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pillbox
Posts: 94
11/8/2016
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(OOC, not sure how long this thread is going to go on for, but as Hallowmas is officially over I just thought I'd say what a great time I had! Really, super fun. And seriously, all of you feel free to spam me with social actions, just mention if it'll increase any menace. This holds for all of you, but Catherine Raymond especially: I'm pretty well done for Notability and such, so if you need to farm MW just send me a message and invite me to Dante's Grill.)
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Sajach
Posts: 77
11/1/2016
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Sajach leaps onto the table shouting angrily at The Mirthless Colonist and Lupaazr "Eh what you doing that for! We was just having some fun!" Briefly dropping the more formal and posh way of speaking he had used for the rest of the night. Realizing his mistake he shamefacedly steps down from the table apologizing in his standard upperclass accent.
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