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An Evening of Indelicate Tomfoolery
Dorian Sharpe
Posts: 38
2/11/2012
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A letter slips underneath your door one night, bearing an unusual seal that depicts the skull of some long-forgotten beast. Within is a short letter, written in a gentlemanly cursive:
'To the Marvellous Recepient of this note,
If you have received this, it means I have considered you to be a person of some skill in the area of audacious skivving (or for the laymen, pulling pranks).
You are cordially invited to attend a dinner, with a game of a particularly unique and singularly enjoyable nature to follow. If you are interested, you must bring this note, and a special object to my house at the address below. This object must be something that you have obtained through 'unconventional means' (you may translate for yourself) from a particularly notable place in Fallen London, so as to prove you have the skill I believe you possess.
The rewards will be great, if you have the stomach for the risk of obtaining them. The choice is yours.
Your cordial Friend,
Dorian Sharpe
p.s. Don't forget to introduce yourself
[Just a fun RP for any creative minded people!  ]
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'I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.'
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Owlor
Posts: 152
2/11/2012
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Jack Owlfisher was a man attracted by chaos. So when he got his invitation, he could not help but be curious. As a budding master theif, he had no trouble interpetting the command "unconventional means" and he was bringing a rather fascianting monocle.
What was unique about it was the lens, which had once been used in an ill-fated microscope used to study the "snow" that falls during winter. Breaking into the museum of mistakes was not easy, his usual strategy with diverting attention using a womens dress would not work here. Instead he had to rely on his criminal connections. It took time to arrange the series of decoy robberies needed to distract the police, but the end result spoke for itself.
The microscope was a mess of corroded copper, but the lens was mostly intact, and just big enough to fashion into a monocle. It had an annoying tendency to show things as slightly closer than it actually was, but it was worth it for fashion. Slightly more troubling however, was its tendency to show things a second or two before it actually happened. Also, if you got too tired, you'd see strange shapes in the edge of the frame, but Jack figure that was just an optical illusion...
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"He never really loved her. Or her money. He wanted her secrets."
Jack Owlfisher's profile (@Owlor on twitter)
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Owlor
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2/25/2012
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"I am not sure what amuses me more, the fact that we are being this indiscreet or the fact that rather than cal lthe authorities, people wish to join in. I like this Neighbourhood you live in, Dorian, if I wasn't so comfortable in my room at the Brass Emassy, I'd move here for sure. Anyway, Good evening Ms. Narbon, I am Jack, and this is my partner in crime, Melody", Jack pointed as his head, on which a rather grubby but cute kitten still perched. The cat meowed sleepily at the mention of her name. "I am sort of an Underworld Educator, but I am always looking to learn more about the tricky and the shady. I would not say no to a glass of wine to get my brain going, but would you kindly serve it in a glass rather than a stream to the face? I know it must seem ineffective, but drinking from a glass is sort of a habit I've developed", Jack chuckled at the sight of NArciso trying to clean wine out of his collar. "You do strike me as the fun-loving type, how about we team up to rock the Carnival? I wouldn't dare to face the warh of Mrs. Plenty alone."
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"He never really loved her. Or her money. He wanted her secrets."
Jack Owlfisher's profile (@Owlor on twitter)
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