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Forum Game: Mornington Crescent

Leonard of Quirm Posts: 38 11/3/2016	A very simple, and yet infinitely complex game of sophistry, strategy and occasionally semaphores. All tables of the Hallowmas party are welcome to play, as are walk-ins. For those unacquainted with Duke of Cheltenham's ruleset (scholastically determined to be the most "complete" set of original rules, although some point to the Cokely Manuscript as the older; historiography varies, and is often violently punctuated): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mornington_Crescent_(game) For this game, we will be using the Chilcott Rules, Second Edition, which allows both the Kurilenko and Orleans Gambits, yet does not allow the popular Cobb Maneuver. Please note that London in the Neath may not correspond with surface dated maps of the Underground, should one be so fortunate as to procure an intact example. Shall we begin? Marylebone, a staple of opening plays. edited by Leonard of Quirm on 11/3/2016 -- A certain gentleman of Byzantine designs and labyrinthine fancy. A halfway house - of sorts - for fellow-travellers of the Neath.
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Passionario Posts: 777 11/7/2016	A few paces away from the unfolding excitement, a hushed conversation between two people in Hallowmas masks was taking place. "...the trick is to never make the source of your information obvious. Look, there's a perfect example." The taller figure pointed at the arguing players. His companion tilted their head slightly. "Mornington...? How does that silliness figure in?" "Pay attention to the moves, and you'll figure out quickly who among the players has a collection of pre-Fall street signs and maps." He smiled. "If that collection gets raided by gentlemen in blue after an anonymous tip-off... well, nine times out of ten, they'll blame some friend or ally who must have been indiscreet. And since collectors of contraband tend to rotate in less than sunny circles, the resulting fallout will expose connections that you would never find about otherwise." "I see," replied the other figure in noncommital tone. "Prove it. Based on what you've seen so far, which of them is more likely to have old London signs hanging over the mantlepiece?" The figure pointed a gloved figure: "Her. Definitely." "And you know that because..." A smile. "Because I've seen it and I happen to be in an indiscreet mood." The man nodded respectfully. "Lesson learned, indeed. Now, before we move on, let's spread some fallout..." He walked over to the table, one hand in the pocket of his coat: "*Forest of Traitors." He withdrew the hand and placed a dozen devilbone dice on the table. "You're going to need these. Welcome to the Republic." edited by Passionario on 11/7/2016* -- Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending Passion: Profile, Appearance
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phryne Posts: 1351 11/7/2016	Infinity Simulacrum wrote: (OOC) The gimmicks and addenda just felt a bit too farstretched to all be used in the same game. (OOC) I thought that was kind of the point of the game... -- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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Barse Posts: 706 11/3/2016	I see what you're trying to do here, but I'll counter with the Goodge Street Riposte. -- The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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Barse Posts: 706 11/7/2016	By Storm, that has turned the game upon its head. Republic Rules - an oxymoron of sorts - are a rare sight these days. He thought they'd been banned, due to the Uncertainty Principle catapulting a number of players out of existence. Still, the game continues. The Scorched Sailor reaches for the dice, rattling them around in his palm. When he casts them, four of the dozen burst into flames and disappear completely. The remaining land in an odd shape, many of their faces scorched. The Sailor makes a great show of studying their arrangement as if they are of great import, and surreptitiously checks his palm. Burnt into the skin are two words. "Obloquy Fountain." -- The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/5/2016	"Oh, my. We're starting to go completely raving mad, aren't we? I think we need to start playing mt the Royal Bethlehem additions." He takes off his hat and puts it back on upside-down. "Now that I'm covered, might as well call the Royal Bethlehem for my move, as well." -- Bruno Steinmann
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/6/2016	A shriek and a clatter catches everyone's attention. The players turn to see the dessert cart barrelling toward them, a shirtless, gasmasked man lying on top of it. He is belly-deep in chocolate, custard and expensive imported fruit. In one hand, he brandishes a turkey leg, in the other, he holds up a banana cream pie like a shield, and on his head is an upside-down gravy boat with a lopsided fruitcake balanced on top of it. "PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS!!" he shrieks at the top of his lungs, waving the turkey leg triumphantly. Although aiming directly for the table, he has failed to heed that most basic of rules to never operate a dessert cart while drunk and therefore misses the table by inches, the wind from his passage strong enough to knock someone's hat from their head. He instead goes sailing into the kitchen, his arrival heralded by the sounds of screaming and shattering crockery. In the instant of shocked silence that follows, you hear a disappointed voice lamenting "THEY SUNK MY BATTLESHIP!" edited by Kukapetal on 11/6/2016
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/7/2016	Also distracted by the strange interruption, Bruno then adjusted his mask to be backwards under the table, in accordance to the Bethlehem Additions already invoked. "A hive of Lamplighters. The headquarters of the Unexpurgated London Gazette." -- Bruno Steinmann
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/7/2016	The Mirthless Colonist grimaces. There was little he could do to seize victory, but it was his turn again. "Alley alley." His jaw tightened, then hanged loose. Oh no. Oh no, oh dear god no. He just created the perfect opening for someone else to seize mornington. And was it that gas-masked idiot that came trodding toward the table now? Was it Flesh-stick's turn? For the love of God, no! He just ruined the game. He just ruined the game! (OOC) I'll scrap the post if there's too much disagreement, but we can just stard a new round of MC right afterward so there's no real reason not to, right? EDIT: (OOC) The gimmicks and addenda just felt a bit too farstretched to all be used in the same game. So I thought I'd give the win to a third party so we could wipe the slate and start a new game of Mornington Crescent in the same thread. edited by Infinity Simulacrum on 11/7/2016 -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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Estelle Knoht Posts: 1751 11/7/2016	Estelle tap the distraught Colonist in the nose and chuckles at his.... ummmmm..... distress. "You forgot that we are in the Neath! Here, where the Treachery of the Clock and Map occurs, you can only run a game with the Iremi Tantric Rules. That victory is not sufficient to end the game. To keep this moving, I declare the *Seven Millicent One Tiger* addendum! The Axile-Excrement* and the Struggling Artist is now in play.* Grabskirt Lane, Burly Street and then finally the Childcake Street. Now get a move on." edited by Estelle Knoht on 11/7/2016 -- Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady. I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/7/2016	As the dessert cart goes whizzing by, the ape's eyes light up, and his lips begin to form the words "Pie fight," but then he shakes his head. No, even Mel Brooks would only allow one food fight per production. He snares a chocolate eclair that came flying off the cart in its passage, and surveys the situation. Can the tomb-colonist really have made that last move? But he has! However, the ape considers, as a late-arrival to the game, it would not be meet for him to seize the victory. Let someone who had been in it from the start have the prize. "Golder's Green," he declares. -- Mal edited by malthaussen on 11/7/2016 -- "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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phryne Posts: 1351 11/7/2016	Phryne is still shocked from seeing the infamous Blumenthal Apoplexus in live action - as seem most of the other players, judging from the looks on their faces. This move could only be used once every 13 years! Was the shirtless man a genius, or had she been witness to an extraordinary coincidence? No matter - she had come here with a plan, and she would see it through, for good or ill. "32 Windsor Gardens" she says through gritted teeth. edited by phryne on 11/7/2016 -- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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Amsfield Posts: 176 11/7/2016	Amsfield is unperturbed by the confusion around him; for the moment the game is everything. "I shall reverse momentum, and fortify with... let's see... Ah! The Bridge Without seems perfect. Let's see what you can do with that." More wine is consumed. -- Amsfield: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Amsfield A devotee of pleasures intellectual and fleshy. Always fabulously masked. Honoria Kastern: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Honoria%20Kastern A hunter, a shooter and a fisher. Also a patriotic busy body. Mildly corrupted. Maiser: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maiser A young firebrand of obviously criminal intent. Venshik: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Venshik Not a nice person. Asmeria: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Asmeria Quiet, thoughtful and possibly mad. Excellent listener though. Favours grey.
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/7/2016	"I don't know. Is there a version of Mornington Crescent that invovles freeze tag?" There is a tension beneath the levity - The Iron Republic rules has left them more on edge then they expected. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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ZeOldOne Posts: 8 11/6/2016	For Storm's sake ! and she thought she learnt true confusion from that deliciously disturbing night spent with the Rubbery Conspirator and his many... organs. She gently took a sip of Greyfields '82 and picked up a fungal cracker, awkwardly affecting a supreme unconcern regarding the sudden twist of the game. " Obviously mauve overtones in peligin gown was not the best suitable attire for such virtuose gameplay, even more so with the Royal Bethlehem additions running loose. " A bunch of moves were indeed now out of reach, she was actually in the same desperate spot from which the Tomb Colonist broke free recently, but not quite alone as far as she could tell from her disputable knowledge of the current ruleset. " Hence I will keep my manacles on for now and indulge in your wily assaults, if you do not mind." she said with a way-too-innocent smile. " 56B Whitehavens Mansions ", she paused, " pardon the casual move, though quite symmetrical. " edited by ZeOldOne on 11/6/2016 -- Lady Masquerade, not-so-young-any-more damsel, last heiress of a surface ancient-declining(decaying?)-french-aristocrat-family she says... shouda' died first day in da Spite... But see for yourself, she's rather chummy, and right behind you... http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/LadySPACESYMBOLMasquerade
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/5/2016	"You're mad, the lot of you! The Antonine mandate, Resetkine's formation. It's almost as if you want to invoke the ninth inning! Kensington Palace, then. I feel the Imperial Revision will bring some much needed common sense into this bl___y excuse for a game." The froth was almost visible around his mouth, and he could've boiled a kettle if it was somehow balanced around his ears. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/6/2016	"You fool. You absolute dullard. What kind of-" My god, he cant be. He's attempting to pull off the highly dangerous Bartleby Gambit. Bruno's only hope was to duck out of the way yet again. "Um. Erm. ! Mutton Island!" -- Bruno Steinmann
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Estelle Knoht Posts: 1751 11/7/2016	Swoosh! Fast as a winning weasel, the dices are gobbled up by a dining weasel! The weasel, green as Salt and sleek as bolt, leaps at the man like a guided missile! All that remains are excrement, spelling out the word "Parliament"! (I suck at rhyming and English, and yes the weasel is on Table 1 as a guest) -- Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady. I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Eglantine-Fox Posts: 872 11/7/2016	If the dice are gone, the rules are changed, but one last thing remains. The figure in red, dragon-masked, draws near the table, casts a look around, and murmurs, "Eternal Love." What this does to the last fanfare of an Iron Republic rule hardly bears thinking on, but someone will know. -- Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction. Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite). Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Parelle Posts: 1084 11/7/2016	A figured pointed. At her? Too many voices in shadows. Too many hidden clues deciphered. A sign? Calm, calm. Play it safe. You've been playing all your life. For your life. "Mutton Island." Do I dare add it? No, leave it be. I do not want to Find IT. edited by Parelle on 11/7/2016 -- 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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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/7/2016	phryne wrote: Infinity Simulacrum wrote: (OOC) The gimmicks and addenda just felt a bit too farstretched to all be used in the same game. (OOC) I thought that was kind of the point of the game... (OOC) The difference being that I'm Sorry, I Haven't Got a Clue versions of Mornington Crescent were short and sweet to keep the humour from becoming repetitive and to keep the willing suspension of disbelief intact. Devilbone die? Was this chap for real? "Blasphemy! No one uses that conduct in polite circles, do you want to drive us mad?" He shoves his chair back and abruptly stands up. "I'll have none of that, figure it out for yourselves!" -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/3/2016	The Mirthless Colonist settles at the table, he plays to win. "Classic move, not a very inspirational one. Alliance lane, who's next?" edited by Infinity Simulacrum on 11/3/2016 -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/3/2016	Bruno notices and fits himself among the others. "So, we're playing the... ahem. I'll have you know I'm a master at... anyways, Mill Hill Park." -- Bruno Steinmann
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/3/2016	"Phoenix Place, there is a lovely bird shop there." Dirae Erinyes joins in with gusto but maybe with not much understanding. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/3/2016	The Mirthless Colonist sniffs. A crooked smile is outlined by his bandages. "'Pope's head alley." A controversial move, usually not executed in polite company. The Mirthless Colonist plays to win. edited by Infinity Simulacrum on 11/3/2016 -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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Barse Posts: 706 11/3/2016	"We're allowing variations as per the de Carabas Addendums, then? Alright, let's mix this up a bit: Moloch Street." -- The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/3/2016	A disheveled, mohawked man nursing a bloody mary walks hesitantly up to your table and pulls up a chair near it. "Can I watch?" he asks in a small voice
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/3/2016	"Exactly, and I'm assuming that we'll have the table full by about midgame, so we can go ahead and expand it with the complimentary Gottfried/Woide ruleset." -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/3/2016	"We are, of course, using the Hussing-Verley amendment of '62, correct? If so, in light of certain other manoeuvres, Wolfstack Alley, Door 16" -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/4/2016	He was stupified. These players all seemed fairly capable in their own right, but they were playing completely counter-intuitive. This version of Mornington Crescent had only a single winner, but it's necessary to help eachother to progress through the first stages of the game. So either these people were busy with a very intricate scheme, or they were completely anarchic morons... Wait, now he sees it, and 'it' is terrifying! They were setting a trap for him! A huge one, at that! He could see the pitfall in Kensington Main, but he did not realize it was part of a much larger strategem! My god, was he playing against grandmasters!? He wasn't sure he could still win like this, so he'd have to deny their victory instead. The Mirthless Colonist fumbles one of his bandages, then announces, "Aldernmanbury Postern." -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/4/2016	"Is that so? I was under the impression, that, following the Varchas incident, Royal Veterinary Hospital standards only apply under candle-lit tables. As you can see, these lamps are clearly electric, and so I believe that only backstreet veterinarian rules are upheld. I may be wrong though, but that is how I believed it to work. Either way, the move is legal." The lieutenant surveyed his fellow players, trying to read something from their simian, bandaged and masked facades. He took his time, fiddling with something in his pocket all the while. Finally, he announced his move. "Icarus Avenue." The tension at the table was almost visible. His dog whimpered, noticing her master's nerves, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. There were so many ways this could backfire, but if he could slip it through, well, he had not known of anyone who had lost a game after pulling off an Icarus slip. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/5/2016	He surveyed the board, thanking his lucky false-stars that his gambit had thus far gone unnoticed. Now, it would be easy enough, comparatively, to grab a carriage through lesser Wilmot, Vassington and Nowhere street, thus forcing Coleman's edict and therefore inverting any move made across a sevening line. The only risk he could foresee was that he had foolishly misplaced his omnibus timetable, and so he was reliant on guesswork and luck to make it onto a carriage. "M-------e road" was uttered. An uncouth move, to be sure, and one that would anger the Masters if they were aware of it, but it was a necessary wording, and a fundamental element of his plan. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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Scienceandponies Posts: 247 11/5/2016	None of the other players had even noticed when he quietly entered the room and pulled up a chair, so engrossed were they in their schemes and stratagems. He watched in silence, patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike. At last, an opening presented itself. The fools had blundered themselves right into position for the Carlile-Furthington maneuver. An often controversial move, but one with a solid precedent for London play. "Flowerdene Street!" edited by Scienceandponies on 11/5/2016
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/5/2016	"I'm already on Flowerdene, and according to His Amused Lordship's 1876 addendum, no players can call the same place." But he could see what was being attempted, and decided to double up on his feint. "Mrs. Plenty's Carnival" -- Bruno Steinmann
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/5/2016	"Not on my watch, you're not!" He slams his fist against the table, wine-glasses shudder and a rogue ferret recoils in shock. "Blue Ghost Street!" -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/5/2016	Finally the time for a move that isn't just sound and fury. "The Red Masque Opera House!" -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Amsfield Posts: 176 11/5/2016	"An opera house after Blue Ghost? I invoke Resetkine's Formation!" He couldn't help but smile at the irony, but he'd stuck to the alleys and back ways too long, finally time to meet the battle head on. "Hollow Street." Amsfield drains his wineglass, to steel himself for what was to come. -- Amsfield: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Amsfield A devotee of pleasures intellectual and fleshy. Always fabulously masked. Honoria Kastern: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Honoria%20Kastern A hunter, a shooter and a fisher. Also a patriotic busy body. Mildly corrupted. Maiser: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maiser A young firebrand of obviously criminal intent. Venshik: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Venshik Not a nice person. Asmeria: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Asmeria Quiet, thoughtful and possibly mad. Excellent listener though. Favours grey.
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 11/5/2016	Ms. Davidson sat quietly with her hands neatly folded across her lap. It was impossible to tell if her opponents were being bold, master trap setters, or just insane. It was certainly explain why the moves made were so reckless or why she was 4 turns from being eliminated if she didn't act soon. "So much bait and no one is biting, yet." She coughs once, "Mornington. Street." And falls silent again. Grandmaster Cheng had won a tournament with the 25th Opperman Maneuver, the second person to have ever done so. It was far too aggressive for her tastes but her situation was leaving her with little choice. edited by Blaine Davidson on 11/5/2016 -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/5/2016	"Blythenhale! An assortment of cats!' That'll keep the newcomer from ruining all his hard work. And it advances his schemes elsewhere. -- Bruno Steinmann
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/5/2016	"No, no, no! That won't pass! Blythenhale!? Now you're forcing us all to take a step back to abide the Antonine mandate of '57! Ugh, fine. Watchmaker's hill." -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/4/2016	An Icarus slip, hmm? This fellow had nerves, he'd give him that. Why, he might even let the Icarus slip... slip. Maybe he should rerail the conversation so no one'd notice this daring play. "These lamps are electric? It's vital to the rules to know whether they're Khanate make or surface! You all know the Traitor Empress has enforced a special ruleset that comes into play when playing above or underneath furniture of Khaganian origin after that incident with the honey and the horse!" "Oh, also, Shoulder of Mutton Alley." -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/4/2016	"Looks like standard London to me. And, anyway, if I remember correctly, those rules are just a bunch of silly dances, so we should be fine. B17 to Flowerdene." -- Bruno Steinmann
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Parelle Posts: 1084 11/5/2016	A voice pipes up from the corner. "Permit me to add that the latest court circular voids the question by specifying that such rules only apply on the anniversary of the offense. Now, let's see... The Oratory." There. Let's see how the next player deals with the S-- L--- feint. -- 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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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 11/5/2016	A long series of tuts escapes from beneath the raven mask. "I was under the impression that we were playing under the second edition of the Chilcott rules not the third. Strike one." Ms. Davidson half-turns to Bruno, "In this scenario, the third individual to use a numbered answer suffers a penalty. If this was the third edition the fourth player to do so would be penalized. Watch yourself." She sighs and lightly brushes the beak of her mask, "Map is too hot. Just because I joined late doesn't mean I haven't been paying attention. I'm playing it safe. Plummers Road." edited by Blaine Davidson on 11/5/2016 -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/5/2016	"Fanny Hill's parkway," Dirae Erinyes hopes that this move has yet to be banned by the Empresses. What a sensitive woman and that move is less then sensitive. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Amsfield Posts: 176 11/5/2016	Amsfield's gaze flickers amongst the faces of his opponents. This was to obvious, surely, only one answer could suffice! But these were skilled players. They had artfully dodged every feint laid before them. Behind his mask his brow tightens. No, it had to be that, but what maneuver could he conjure that might subvert the plans they had ensnared him in? D__n caution! "Skipsberry Rd... via Wattury Lane!" Perhaps that might be enough. -- Amsfield: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Amsfield A devotee of pleasures intellectual and fleshy. Always fabulously masked. Honoria Kastern: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Honoria%20Kastern A hunter, a shooter and a fisher. Also a patriotic busy body. Mildly corrupted. Maiser: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maiser A young firebrand of obviously criminal intent. Venshik: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Venshik Not a nice person. Asmeria: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Asmeria Quiet, thoughtful and possibly mad. Excellent listener though. Favours grey.
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/4/2016	He saw the trap that was closing in on the Mirthless colonist, and shivered for a moment. A cruel gambit, though maybe a necessary one. "Spiretrack", he uttered, praying that someone at the table knew Zailor's code and was aware of how the Papal gambit modifies any messages being sent. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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ZeOldOne Posts: 8 11/4/2016	" May I ? " said the newcommer in a swish of black spider-silk embroidered with mauve thread and laces as she settled at the table, diffident sparkle in the eye, glammorous lips. hmm the bandage guy seemed quite cornered but had apparently been cunningly castling by hand with his latest moves... which might save him if no one was bold enough to try a sun-shaded asymetric back door within the next few turn. I should just sit on the fence here, she thought, good oportunity to make acquintances, gather snippets maybe. " North End, Bull & Bush. No squinting squirrel. " she said softly. If the rules were similar to what she was used to with the Mornington Croissant version or even the Kamoulox spin-off this move should do the trick for now; although it would definitly not let her win which was perfectly fine... If not, well, if not... damn it... the squirrel thing was maybe a bit too reckless... edited by ZeOldOne on 11/4/2016 edited by ZeOldOne on 11/4/2016 -- Lady Masquerade, not-so-young-any-more damsel, last heiress of a surface ancient-declining(decaying?)-french-aristocrat-family she says... shouda' died first day in da Spite... But see for yourself, she's rather chummy, and right behind you... http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/LadySPACESYMBOLMasquerade
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/4/2016	The ape wanders by, large absinthe in hand, and puckers his lips as he counts the players. Fortunately, he's not wearing shoes (well, he's an ape, innit he?) so the matter is facilitated. "Twelve! Jolly good! Let's see, then, according to Morphy's Transform, that would be... Bloomsbury. British Museum. Russell Square, then." He beams genially and swills some absinthe. He's drinking it like water, but it has no apparent effect. But he's an ape, how does one tell? -- Mal -- "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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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/4/2016	No Suinting Squirrel? Bloomsbury? It seems that his competitors are trying to coax Bruno into a trap! But oh, he knows just how to lay low for the next sucker to fall in. "In that case, I believe it's time to call The Fifth Coil." -- Bruno Steinmann
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/4/2016	"Baker Street." Dirae Erinyes believes this next move will sow some more chaos in this game. They wonder where the rest of the players will decide where Baker Street is. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/4/2016	"Baker's Avenue!" The tide has turned, the waves drown him not, but crush his opposition. He was the king of this game, not the kingmaker. The Mirthless Colonist plays to win. -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/3/2016	"Bartleby Scrivener alley, The Golden Pen." -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/3/2016	"That's a ruthless move, friend." He scratches himself behind where his right ear could be. "I want to say Kensington Main, but I think I'll go for... Sugar Loaf Walk!" -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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ForScience Posts: 69 11/3/2016	Florence meanders over and joins in. "Kensington would've treated you better." She shakes her head. "Since you lot are clearly dancing around the matter, I'll just come right out and say High Barnet." A defiant move, and a risky one. Has Florence accomplished anything other than embarrassing herself? -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/ForScience - The Intrepid Scholar. A dauntless scientist.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/3/2016	Bruno realized that he was going up against a higher caliber of player, not your average dockside riffraff. He was going to have to bring his best. "Aldgate. Pig in a poke." That should let him ride out at least long enough to remmber a proper strategem. -- Bruno Steinmann
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/4/2016	"Wuthering Heights, the lovers peak in the marshes." Dirae Erinye know it was a completely crazy move, but one that would reveal important information about the players. Know others and you know the game. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Barse Posts: 706 11/4/2016	A powerful lateral move, and one that blocks off a lot of the Northern parallel. He sucks air in through his teeth. He's going to have to go off the books for this one - the Islington Ascendancy is a risky gambit, and he's not sure it will work. "Angel?" -- The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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Amsfield Posts: 176 11/3/2016	takes a chair, grinning smugly Perfect. In that case... Dropknee Lane! Leans back in satisfaction -- Amsfield: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Amsfield A devotee of pleasures intellectual and fleshy. Always fabulously masked. Honoria Kastern: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Honoria%20Kastern A hunter, a shooter and a fisher. Also a patriotic busy body. Mildly corrupted. Maiser: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Maiser A young firebrand of obviously criminal intent. Venshik: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Venshik Not a nice person. Asmeria: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Asmeria Quiet, thoughtful and possibly mad. Excellent listener though. Favours grey.
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A Dimness Posts: 613 11/3/2016	His bandaged fingers tap against the edge of the table. "Just to be clear, we are using Incledon's Barnstaple exception when it comes to diagonal aglís, right?" edited by Infinity Simulacrum on 11/3/2016 -- A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/3/2016	"Doesn't that depend on the number of players?" -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/7/2016	The dice rematerialized in Bruno's hand. Might as well roll them. They rolled into more dice than had ever appeared, spelling out a warning. "I suppose that's my cue to leave." Bruno got up and limped away. He wasn't even sure when he had pulled that muscle. -- Bruno Steinmann
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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/7/2016	Out of his pocket, the lieutenant pulled a devilbone dice he'd been fiddling with since the start of the game. "Let's see, the dicer has left, eternal love has been declared, and so, if the dice will it, I can probably make it to Mornington Crescent" He grasps the dice firmly, shaking them and whispering in some half-forgotten tongue. He releases the dice, and, once the fires have been put out and one of the dice coaxed to earth with a broom, two words are seared into the table Mornington Crescent "Does anyone know if that's still valid? I've been at Zee, so I missed the last alteration of the Republic rules." he asks, with clear hesitation and a hint of terror. He knew the punishment for breaking such rules, and though his guesthouse at the Royal Bethlehem was nice, he didn't plan to be confined there, away from polite society, locked in with the rest of the nightmare-addled victims of the Neath's horrors. "Also, has anyone seen where my dog ran off to?" he followed, for indeed the dog that had been at his feet the whole game had bolted after the table caught fire. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/7/2016	Flesh-Stick bursts out from under the table. "BINGO!" he screams triumphantly, before sweeping the board off the table and pocketing what he believes to be the winnings (mostly chicken bones and a few napkin holders). "HOORAY!" he shouts. "I NEVER WIN PARTY GAMES THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST TIME EVER! DRINKS ARE ON ME!" After buying a round for the entire table, he sits down cheerfully with all his new friends. "THAT WAS FUN! DO YOU GUYS WANNA PLAY FREEZE TAG NEXT?"
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 11/7/2016	Ms. Davidson stands and inspects her suit for any collateral damage. Satisfied she retrieves a pair of gloves from the inside of the blazer. "Good game I suppose. Certainly not what I'm accustomed to but it's hardly unexpected given that this party was hosted by the Modiste. I bid the rest of you a good, and hopefully less messy, evening." She departs to find the hostess. edited by Blaine Davidson on 11/7/2016 -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/7/2016	The ape licks some cream off his fingers and scans the table hopefully for more snacks. Seeing none, he rises from his chair and bows to the celebrants. "A good Game, gentlecreatures," he says, "you certainly taught me a lot." He ambles off to the head table to see if any of the Hallowmas cake is left. -- Mal -- "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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The Master Posts: 804 11/7/2016	"The High Wilderness", " this game will not end, not soon at least, we are playing under the rules of the Republic, it doesn't end if someone says so"(was it ever here? Playing the game with you? Perhaps you can blame the irrigo). -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Lolwolfking A very ruthless and daring doctor of the neath. No more gift exchanges, im getting too many and I can barely hold these. He has knowledge of a certain enigma, ask, you will get a clue.
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/6/2016	The ape looks up from where he is absently nibbling a game-piece. "Oh, round to me again?" He surveys the situation and whimpers softly. He is in 'way over his head! Never had he played with such a group of masters before! It was time to retrench and go back to his roots. "Swiss Cottage," he offered, and awaited the storm of scorn such a conservative move would evoke. -- Mal -- "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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hjguy12 Posts: 25 11/5/2016	The lieutenant takes a large swig from his wine glass. "You say that, but I've got a lovely little suite there. It gets too much of a bad reputation, but madmen make surprisingly good conversationalists. Anyhow, Dante's Grill" He's calmed down now, to some degree... -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Hazza -My Main, Has an orphanage, looking for correspondents, conjurers etc. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheSPACESYMBOLNorthboundSPACESYMBOLFanatic -My Alt, a most ungentlefellow with connections in the underworld. He made the mistake of looking in a well. Has an unfortunate obsession with candles. Up for all social actions on either account.
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phryne Posts: 1351 11/6/2016	A woman in an irrigo robe sidles over and grabs a chair (how many are there and how large is that table anyway? No matter.) "I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that according to the Mountweazel Addendum, after any naming of a restaurant only a new player is allowed to make the next move. So here I am." She pauses dramatically, says "Diagon Alley" and leans back, seemingly very pleased with herself. -- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/6/2016	"Buckets of blood umbrella store." That should help cow new and possibly naive players. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Parelle Posts: 1084 11/6/2016	"Such a move can only be used in the fifth movement following a second third, under Neville's 2nd Admendment. But I suppose it should be allowed." The voice continues from the shadows. "St. George, Hanover Square." -- 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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The Master Posts: 804 11/7/2016	Shadowcthuhlu wrote: "I don't know. Is there a version of Mornington Crescent that invovles freeze tag?" There is a tension beneath the levity - The Iron Republic rules has left them more on edge then they expected. "Then we shall play freeze tag with streets! No, too much law right now, we must bring more liberty to the laws of the neath for this," Brings out an unclear device "Here! What? You thought it was completely useless?' after a short laugh it calls it's tigress to play along "Now, who will begin?". edited by The Master on 11/7/2016 -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Lolwolfking A very ruthless and daring doctor of the neath. No more gift exchanges, im getting too many and I can barely hold these. He has knowledge of a certain enigma, ask, you will get a clue.
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/7/2016	Flesh-Stick sips his drink, a gaudy thing with two lit sparklers in it. "QUIT BEING A SORE LOSER."
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/7/2016	"Which one of us sore losers was that meant for? And also, what does that device do exactly?" -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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rubyskeleton Posts: 30 11/8/2016	Things are getting interesting again. Bruno limps back to the table. -- Bruno Steinmann
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/8/2016	"THE GUY WHO WANTS TO KEEP PLAYING EVEN THOUGH I TOTALLY WON FAIR AND SQUARE!" Flesh-Stick says, downing the last of his drink. "THE REST OF YOU ARE GOOD SPORTS." He removes the fruitcake from his head and breaks it in half over his knee, before handing half to Dirae Erinyes. "ANYWAY, I MAY BE THE CHAMPION, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU GUYS CAN'T PLAY FOR SECOND PLACE." He sets the gameboard back on the table. "CANDYLAND RULES APPLY. IF YOU DRAW THE PLUM GUY, YOU HAFTA GO BACK TO THE BOTTOM OF THE BOARD. NO TAKEBACKS."
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 11/8/2016	Dirae Erinyes munches on the fruit cake, ignoring any potential cliches about it being hard as a rock. "In that case, my starting move will be the statue on Nestle Square." -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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suinicide Posts: 2409 11/8/2016	David Henchard slides into the next seat, a smile crossing his face. "Mornington, is it? I haven't played that in a while. I declare the light factory in watchmaker's hill. While its on fire." He tapped his fingers against the table. "I always play aggressive." edited by suinicide on 11/8/2016 -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/sunnytime A gentleman seeking the liberation of knowledge, with a penchant for violence. RIP suinicide, stuck in a well. Still has it under control.
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phryne Posts: 1351 11/8/2016	Phryne was quite disappointed to lose round one - even though it was lost in some style - and can't wait to get started again. "Fast and aggressive, I like that. Very good: the Deepest Cellars of Old Newgate, then. Without candles." -- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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The Master Posts: 804 11/8/2016	"Weren't we playing something else? Oh wait, the rules of the Republic." the unclear device goes off, smoke comes out of it but everyone is fine... "The Cave of the Nadir" after a long pause "No exit". -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Lolwolfking A very ruthless and daring doctor of the neath. No more gift exchanges, im getting too many and I can barely hold these. He has knowledge of a certain enigma, ask, you will get a clue.
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Passionario Posts: 777 11/8/2016	No one approaches the table, smiling like a predator toying with its next meal. No one pauses before making their opening move: "The Seeking Road." And yet, there is no turning back now. -- Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending Passion: Profile, Appearance
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suinicide Posts: 2409 11/8/2016	Henchard hears nothing, as spoken by no one. He stares at the table as no sentence washes through his mind. Some strategies are not to be played. "The surface." He decides, "law, order, and safety from the foolish." -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/profile/sunnytime A gentleman seeking the liberation of knowledge, with a penchant for violence. RIP suinicide, stuck in a well. Still has it under control.
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Arcanuse Posts: 89 11/8/2016	A box finally drags itself to the table. “Parabola. Dreams and Nightmares.” Can be heard from within. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Arcanuse
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Kukapetal Posts: 1449 11/8/2016	Flesh-Stick stirs from his pleasant, alcohol induced nap. "Is it my turn yet?" he asks groggily. When there is no immediate reply, he decides to make his move. "Professor Plum in the laundry room with the chainsaw" he declares with as much authority as he can muster. He wants to check and see if this is correct, but it's difficult when there seems to be three separate game boards...not to mention triple the amount of players there were when he started. He decides it wouldn't be polite to win twice in a row, especially in front of so many people. A man has his reputation to think about, after all. So he gets to his feet, thanks the other players for a good game, kisses a nearby coatrack goodbye and staggers back to his own table to bid his tablemates farewell.
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 11/7/2016	The raven mask is slightly shifted to allow a better look at the new commotion in the kitchens. The scowl on her face barely concealed. But she allowed herself a sigh of relief. Most of heat was probably focused on the ape and Ms. Irigo dress now. And while she wasn't sure who, someone was playing simply to sabotage as many of the other players as possible. Outright suicidal if not sociopathic. "I'm invoking the 5th of Captain Raleigh's clauses based on the first edition of the printed game manual. I am now able to jump to Broadwick Street unimpeded." Another small cough and the raven mask is adjusted back on her face. edited by Blaine Davidson on 11/7/2016 -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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