a Nice Friend
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4/25/2018
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If you see a scraggly black and white cat, maybe don't try to scratch it behind the ears.
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Definitely a nice friend - http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/a%20nice%20friend
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Sajach
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4/25/2018
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I know this place seems very magical and fantastical at first glance, but the threat you are most likely to run into down here is not anything magical but instead a regular garden variety mugger or pickpocket. I cannot tell you how many people take care to learn all the do's and don'ts of dealing with devils, but take no precautions against the possibility of an unpleasant fellow with a large knife demanding your wallet.
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Jamilah S. Wolf
Posts: 122
4/26/2018
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Do befriend the Masters. Their favor is quite rare... and useful. Mr. Sacks in particular is a rather friendly soul.
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Jamilah, a most fascinating Lady of the Neath who finds herself mingling with Society and aligning with Criminals. This Licentiate Extraordinaire would love to align with the Masters, given the chance. A Shattering Force.
Huarwar Ceiswyr, a Welshman and detective lured to the Neath to Seek. The toll it has taken does not hide itself, nor does he bother to. On hiatus.
Open to all actions, delicious friends. Messages required prior to harmful ones. PM for hints Enigmatic.
She wishes for nothing more than to be close to the Masters, for who else can unlock the Mysteries of the Neath?
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Jaina
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4/26/2018
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Sacks is a Noman. A Master's Noman, but a Noman nonetheless.
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Cair-Var, a power-hungry lover of Devils and Rubberies
Hungry Ego, A morally upstanding citizen
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Siankan
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4/26/2018
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Jaina wrote:
Sacks is a Noman. A Master's Noman, but a Noman nonetheless.
Sssshhhhh. We don't tell the Surfacers that.
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Prof. Sian Kan, at your service.
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Jamilah S. Wolf
Posts: 122
4/26/2018
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Siankan wrote:
Jaina wrote:
Sacks is a Noman. A Master's Noman, but a Noman nonetheless.
Sssshhhhh. We don't tell the Surfacers that.
Yes, we need to retain the mystery.
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Jamilah, a most fascinating Lady of the Neath who finds herself mingling with Society and aligning with Criminals. This Licentiate Extraordinaire would love to align with the Masters, given the chance. A Shattering Force.
Huarwar Ceiswyr, a Welshman and detective lured to the Neath to Seek. The toll it has taken does not hide itself, nor does he bother to. On hiatus.
Open to all actions, delicious friends. Messages required prior to harmful ones. PM for hints Enigmatic.
She wishes for nothing more than to be close to the Masters, for who else can unlock the Mysteries of the Neath?
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Jack Blackstone
Posts: 124
4/28/2018
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WANDERINGS IN THE LAND OF THE BAZAAR
Applications are frequently made by travelers, to the Royal Geographical Society, for instructions by which they may make their Travels to the former capital free of pain and suffering from strange and unknown threats. The Council have always shown themselves disposed to pay considerable attention to such applications, when they proceed from persons who are zealously engaged in preparing themselves for arduous enterprises. This Guide has been made for such persons, filled with the wonders and (many) threats one might face while traveling to the former “metropolis of the empire” written by a Boyd Blackstone, a young man who had the fortune to travel to the neath at such a young age.
Introduction
And let not the sedate traveler of mature years, whose enthusiasm has been subdued by the references of zee monsters, and whose eyes have hardly yet recovered from penetrating dark and cloudy day, turn away from these pages with contempt ; but rather let his mind dwell on the sunless sea and gas lamp nights that he enjoyed, the glorious fourth city temples and British monuments he explored, and all disagreeable sights and smells and sounds will vanish from his memory, and he will only wish that, like the author, he had " done the Neath" at twenty one.
LONDON presents what in its own way is the most imposing and wonderful spectacle in the world. As a ' sight ' there is nothing to approach it Paris, New York, or any other city, not excepted. Even Before the city was still the capital of the British Empire, London was a modern Rome. After the incident of 1862, It has transformed into a strange yet still noble beast. For sheer, downright impressiveness, Fallen London (or the fifth city as some Londoners affectedly call it) seizes upon, grips and hold you, as even London on the surface did not. It is as if the tide had gone out into the far distance, leaving the shore lonely as a maid forsaken, still as pillars of stone, but portentous, deep, dark, expensive, marvellous, and strangely solemn withal. London is truly a city that never sleeps, as the only light that guides its inhabitants is man made leaving the sun unable to guide the hustle and bustle of societies rules. The only light from the heavens is the the uncertain glow from phosphorescent things in the cavern roof. Experts say that they are possibly jewels, possibly very large glowing insects. It is a place where you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine. I have heard many former Londoners desire to revisit old haunts that have since been dragged into the depths of the earth and I am sorry to say it is not only the lack of sunlight that has changed London. For even the city streets have been changed, bent into a labyrinth with the Bazaar at the labyrinth's heart. Finding your way around can be troublesome. Pre-Bazaar maps can be surprisingly useful, but they're contraband. (See chapter two on what is allowed and not allowed as well as recommended travel suppliers).
This great old London is now no Puritan, but is a mixture, a ferment, in which is everything good, and bad, and indifferent, and human. In this endless night great newspaper offices, editors, leader-writers, reporters, and compositors are at work, amidst the buzz and bur-r-r of the printing-presses. At the big railway centres, both for passengers and ' goods,' there is activity, though of a quieter sort than that which prevailed on the surface. The clubs, both high-class and no-class, are wilder than ever, the no-class clubs are at their best or rather, far rather, at their worst. The thief, the burglar, the prowler, the prostitute they, certainly, are taking advantage of the darkness. Nay, you can spy them standing, watching, waiting in dark corners. Despite the lack of sun and Grass you can still hire a Horse to take you to many of the newly renamed locations of London. Cabs still flash past with their freightage or crawl along in search of fares. In the Circuses and other central places you can see eyes of green and red, as it were, gleaming at you from the still long ranks of hansoms. If you are to use a cab, The demand usually made by a cabman for ‘a little extra for himself’ is one which has no legal foundation, and cannot possibly be claimed. Still when one considers the wretched life of a cab driver one is not inclined to grudge a small Echo to Cerberus.’ Heavy wagons also toil laboriously on to Veilgarden and Spite and the other large markets which feed this great hungry giant of a town. On the pavements men and women walk, some quickly and purposefully to their jobs and homes, while others loaf, lounge, or limp about. The words “Job” and “Home” are meaningless to them as the have none. The Neath has been unkind to the working man. Poverty is many times more high then it was on the surface. The first prominent features of London that an Outsider will see are the coffee-stalls, the costermongers selling roasted mushroom, and the zee food counters, which afford sunless refreshment, and entertainment too, during the Endless hours of dark. Be on the lookout for the Children of the Night, the poor street urchins who have never seen the sun or the love of a mother's bosom. They are even more dangerous than the Urchins of old, forming gangs that prey on the likes of travelers like you!
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In the streets the tide of being how it surges, how it rolls ! God ! what base ignoble faces ! God ! what bodies wanting souls ! ' ALEXANDER SMITH.
Man… This is fun! And I haven't even gotten to rubbery men yet.
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Jack Blackstone
Posts: 124
4/28/2018
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Jamilah S. G. Wolf wrote:
Do befriend the Masters. Their favor is quite rare... and useful. Mr. Sacks in particular is a rather friendly soul.
That kind of sounds like "become friends with the president". its rare enough for a Londoner to see a master, let alone a tourist.
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http://echobazaar.failbettergames.com/Profile/Jack~Blackstone
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ChangelingChilde
Posts: 231
5/1/2018
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Yeah, it’s not bad advice but it is damn difficult.
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DO you recall how the Hunger began?
I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can!
OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond
I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond.
--The Elfin Cannibal
Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well.
Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897. Will be Vake-hunting next.
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Smiling King
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5/1/2018
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If you really want to flirt with devils, start with the ones that drink whiskey. Many Londoners will tell you, you do NOT want to have a run-in with a seductress from hell without proper preparations.
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[https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20Smiling%20King]The Smiling King[/https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20Smiling%20King] ~ The throne will be mine again. I simply have to wait for the usurper's kingdom to crumble.
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cleanfear
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5/1/2018
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If you are a defender of animals or adorer of weasels I suggest you avoid mahogany hall.
All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey thought 'twas all in good sport
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle-
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
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Elduin, Paramount Presence extraordinaire accepting applications for patronage. Send me a calling card: https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Elduin
Currently reciting poetry in the language of the stars to his Übergoat
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Jamilah S. Wolf
Posts: 122
5/1/2018
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Jack Blackstone wrote:
Jamilah S. G. Wolf wrote:
Do befriend the Masters. Their favor is quite rare... and useful. Mr. Sacks in particular is a rather friendly soul.
That kind of sounds like "become friends with the president". its rare enough for a Londoner to see a master, let alone a tourist.
Just saying if one gets the chance, not to let it slip. There are quite a few chances to see a Master and curry favor, although you might want to extend your vacation.
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Jamilah, a most fascinating Lady of the Neath who finds herself mingling with Society and aligning with Criminals. This Licentiate Extraordinaire would love to align with the Masters, given the chance. A Shattering Force.
Huarwar Ceiswyr, a Welshman and detective lured to the Neath to Seek. The toll it has taken does not hide itself, nor does he bother to. On hiatus.
Open to all actions, delicious friends. Messages required prior to harmful ones. PM for hints Enigmatic.
She wishes for nothing more than to be close to the Masters, for who else can unlock the Mysteries of the Neath?
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Jaina
Posts: 239
5/2/2018
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Better to avoid interacting with tall, cloaked figures whatsoever. They are very dangerous and a tourist is not going to be able to identify them properly (and therefore is at risk of seriously offending one).
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Cair-Var, a power-hungry lover of Devils and Rubberies
Hungry Ego, A morally upstanding citizen
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Elaina Schill
Posts: 191
5/3/2018
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Buy 450 weasels as soon as you can. You won't regret it.
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Main, Phiri Ulfur, the Cunning Shadow. Their heart belongs to a Pirate-Poet across the Zee.
Alt Vermillion Liminate, the Tragic Scholar.
Alt #2,Lady Jacqueline Blackwood, the Savage Beauty.
Alt #3, Veracity Taylor, the Dame of the Docks.
The Dogged Seeker, self explanatory.
I will accept any social actions on Fallen London(unless its a box of live rats. I already got rid of the d---ned things once and am not eager to repeat the endeavor).
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Jaina
Posts: 239
5/3/2018
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450? Why not just 400?
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Cair-Var, a power-hungry lover of Devils and Rubberies
Hungry Ego, A morally upstanding citizen
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Elaina Schill
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5/3/2018
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Jaina wrote:
450? Why not just 400?
The more weasels the better 
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Main, Phiri Ulfur, the Cunning Shadow. Their heart belongs to a Pirate-Poet across the Zee.
Alt Vermillion Liminate, the Tragic Scholar.
Alt #2,Lady Jacqueline Blackwood, the Savage Beauty.
Alt #3, Veracity Taylor, the Dame of the Docks.
The Dogged Seeker, self explanatory.
I will accept any social actions on Fallen London(unless its a box of live rats. I already got rid of the d---ned things once and am not eager to repeat the endeavor).
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Jamilah S. Wolf
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5/3/2018
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Jaina wrote:
Better to avoid interacting with tall, cloaked figures whatsoever. They are very dangerous and a tourist is not going to be able to identify them properly (and therefore is at risk of seriously offending one).
To each their own. Consider it a missed opportunity however!
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Jamilah, a most fascinating Lady of the Neath who finds herself mingling with Society and aligning with Criminals. This Licentiate Extraordinaire would love to align with the Masters, given the chance. A Shattering Force.
Huarwar Ceiswyr, a Welshman and detective lured to the Neath to Seek. The toll it has taken does not hide itself, nor does he bother to. On hiatus.
Open to all actions, delicious friends. Messages required prior to harmful ones. PM for hints Enigmatic.
She wishes for nothing more than to be close to the Masters, for who else can unlock the Mysteries of the Neath?
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Jaina
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5/4/2018
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Jamilah S. G. Wolf wrote:
Jaina wrote:
Better to avoid interacting with tall, cloaked figures whatsoever. They are very dangerous and a tourist is not going to be able to identify them properly (and therefore is at risk of seriously offending one).
To each their own. Consider it a missed opportunity however!
Sure, it's an opportunity, but someone unfamiliar with the Neath would not be able to identify Masters adequately and therefore runs the risk of seriously pissing one off.
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Cair-Var, a power-hungry lover of Devils and Rubberies
Hungry Ego, A morally upstanding citizen
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Jamilah S. Wolf
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5/5/2018
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Jaina wrote:
Jamilah S. G. Wolf wrote:
Jaina wrote:
Better to avoid interacting with tall, cloaked figures whatsoever. They are very dangerous and a tourist is not going to be able to identify them properly (and therefore is at risk of seriously offending one).
To each their own. Consider it a missed opportunity however!
Sure, it's an opportunity, but someone unfamiliar with the Neath would not be able to identify Masters adequately and therefore runs the risk of seriously pissing one off.
Not necessarily a bad thing...
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Jamilah, a most fascinating Lady of the Neath who finds herself mingling with Society and aligning with Criminals. This Licentiate Extraordinaire would love to align with the Masters, given the chance. A Shattering Force.
Huarwar Ceiswyr, a Welshman and detective lured to the Neath to Seek. The toll it has taken does not hide itself, nor does he bother to. On hiatus.
Open to all actions, delicious friends. Messages required prior to harmful ones. PM for hints Enigmatic.
She wishes for nothing more than to be close to the Masters, for who else can unlock the Mysteries of the Neath?
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Jaina
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5/5/2018
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Jamilah S. G. Wolf wrote:
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Sure, it's an opportunity, but someone unfamiliar with the Neath would not be able to identify Masters adequately and therefore runs the risk of seriously pissing one off.
Not necessarily a bad thing...
The Masters more or less run London. If you seriously displease them it'll put your freedom at risk, maybe other things. There are few to no benefits for a tourist to mess with a Master other than for a laugh. The last thing you want is the Special Constables locking you up or one of them harming you in some way.
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Hungry Ego, A morally upstanding citizen
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