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Posted by Bib Blackrain on June 23, 2011 at 8:00am ...3 replies
New Babbage rain is grey. The precipitation collects the soot particles from the air and returns them back down to the city they originated from. A common expression heard throughout the city after a storm is "I need to wash the rain off", and standing around during a downpour is an extremely uncommon habit. Dr Berithos had good reason to be wary when he saw a large figure standing in the rain at the bottom of the...
Jun
22
Posted by Bookworm Hienrichs on June 22, 2011 at 6:37pm ...4 replies
((Please note--even though I'm posting this now, the events described don't actually occur until Friday night/Saturday.))
Bookworm sat in the ground floor area of the turret room of her home, mostly absorbed in her book, though occasionally letting her gaze drift to the windows, lost in thought. Lamplight glowed on the pages of her book, and shed a soft light on the pavement directly outside the window. It was the sort of peaceful...
Jun
22
Posted by Junie Ginsburg on June 22, 2011 at 4:32pm ...3 replies
Lily Hassett
Rte. 23
Village of Nonesuch, Namhae
Dearest Lily,
I'm nothing less than beguiled by the city and its inhabitants. They've extended a warm welcome, and I feel at home. At long last it seems possible to breathe a sigh of relief.
My newest piece is still on the easel in my room at the tavern. I'm uncertain whether it is complete. It is still speaking to me, which seems to mean it is not yet...
Jun
22
Posted by Grendel Footman on June 22, 2011 at 1:27pm ...1 replies
Announcing, the opening of the first floor bar in the Old Spears House in Academy,
The ....rustic (read: leaky and run down) pub is tended to by Footman Industries very own Pengi #99, recently graduated from advanced bartending classes, and able to serve dozens of drinks and soon to be more! just in time for Drinking Month! Possibe rental oppertunity as well, in our lavish (read: destitute) rooms over the bar, where...
Jun
22
Posted by Holocluck Henly on June 22, 2011 at 8:40am ...2 replies
The journey to Mrs. Farnsworth did not go quite so smoothly for Henly.
In an alleyway not far from the Red Rum, he momentarily blacked out (by "momentarily" it is meant a duration of nanoseconds). The bright blue flicker against the brickface betrayed a static device was used in an attempt to stun him, but Henly knew that there was no point in feigning unconsciousness. He whirled to look the man in the eye.
It wasn't a...
Jun
22
Posted by Bib Blackrain on June 22, 2011 at 6:55am ...2 replies
The smoky barroom was cacophonous with mumbled chatter, boisterous laughter, heated arguments, and one table in the back corner drunkenly singing "The Unfortunate Rake". Amongst the tables the tall bald publican walked, nodding and smiling at those he knew, lighting cigars and cigarettes with his ever present box of matches, and sizing up those he did not recognize shrewdly. The Bucket of Blood was the type of...
