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Posted by Arconus Arkright on June 28, 2011 at 4:37pm ...1 replies
Perdido Street, New Babbage
Nyjul Caythun's office wasn't Nyjul Caythun's office. The tubby London solicitor had made a special trip to New Babbage to, as my father so unsettlingly phrased it in his letter, "put my affairs in order." Lacking his own pied-à-terre in town, Mr. Caythun (one of several lawyers my parents keep on retainer) temporarily occupied the office of a local accountant who was only too...
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Posted by Bookworm Hienrichs on June 27, 2011 at 3:36pm ...4 replies
((Private entry, but feel free to comment!))
It was late--very late--on Saturday evening. The ball, held despite the heavy damage Piermont Landing had taken at the hands of Dr. Obolensky, was over, and Bookworm had returned home. But despite the tiring day she had had, she showed no signs of retiring for the night. Instead, she paced back and forth agitatedly in the front room, the full skirts of her gown swirling, while Mariah...
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Posted by Bianca Swift on June 27, 2011 at 3:10pm
Gutters Row now has Vacancies...
6 rooms left
50 prims per room
100L per week.
Contact Bianca Namori for info....
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Posted by Verlia Bilavio on June 27, 2011 at 11:22am ...4 replies
I took a whiff of my drink, nostrils moving in and out, shrugged and took a sip from my mug, swishing the rich liquid around my mouth. As far as I could tell, it tasted the same as it always had, but something about it was different.
"Sky, does this taste funny to you?" I asked, sticking the mug deliberately in her face. She recoiled slightly, mostly because of the proximity of the object to her nose.
"You remember what...
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Posted by Phaedra Underby on June 26, 2011 at 10:01pm ...16 replies
Bib had not gotten a taste for much in life: mostly he could take or leave whatever was handed to him without so much as a faint feeling of regret. But there was one thing that he simply could not resist, one thing that if someone told him it was now impossible to get, he would have mourned more than his own mother and that was bourbon.
So it was customary when he was unpacking the new shipment at The Bucket to open up the new...
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Posted by Matthieu Manamiko on June 26, 2011 at 11:34am
After touring the steamlands and beyond, and having resided on an island in the tranquil port area of Cape Wrath, bordering Winterfell and part of the Independent States of Caledon, Mr. Manamiko decided he wanted to escape the stuffy conventions of the social elite and move to where the action is. Perhaps too trusting of others but most certainly educated, Matthieu is a genuinely nice person ready for the next chapter of his...
