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So, Neathy photography is probably very super dangerous.

Assuming they even get nitrate film down there. Who governs trade in film?

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You’ve gained 1 x Sighting of a Parabolan Landmark.

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there's genuinely no good reason for this, but just imagine the Talkative Rattus Faber sounds like Columbo

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The sweet scent of lemon and lavender wafts behind Oswald as he flits between tables, checking in on participants. He tuts at a certain Tomb-Colonist who thought he could get away with brazenly attacking his partner with a hand fan, then he quickly arranges for a sturdier chair to be brought for the seven-foot-tall automaton that's shuffling from one foot to another in front of its table. When Lord Emerson sees the gentleman whose bed he awoke in this morning lean a little too close to his partner, he casually deposits himself on the table between them.

"Are you two enjoying yourselves? Oh, I'm so glad," he says cheerfully, crossing his legs and resting his hand on top of his knee. His gaze never stops scanning the crowd.

Suddenly, his attention is drawn to a table with a lone participant sat next to it. That shouldn't be possible. He gracefully hops off the table and heads to check on the seating card... only to find it reading his own name.

"Excuse me?" He stops one of the attendants in their tracks. "This card reads Oswald. Has there been some sort of error, do you think? You see, I'm not participating in the event myself. I'm merely the host."

The attendant glances at the card with barely disguised disinterest. They're clearly not being paid enough to deal with such trivial matters.

"Sorry, um. If I may," the lonely heart from the table raises his hand, as if he was a student in a lecture hall. "I'm Oswald. I did think it was unusual that both sides of the card read my name but, uh, I figured these things happen?"

Lord Emerson narrows his eyes at the fellow he shares a name with, apparently. The attendant taps their foot impatiently, trays still balanced on their arm. Oswald sighs.

"Go on then," Oswald dismisses the waiter and sits down across the gentleman. "I suppose I can pop in for a round. At least we can brush right past introductions, isn't that right, my dear?"

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planes are finally canon btw

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loss of third spaces like opium dens and brothels

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straight up Seeking it

and by it, let’s just say

The Name

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straight up Seeking it

and by it, let’s just say

The Name

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Alice in Wonderland 🤝 Fallen London

British people falling down holes

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This isn’t a lab, this is a comedy sketch

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Maybe one day I’ll use those second chances.

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Goodbye to 1899, and hello to 1899!*

*This message sponsored by the Ministry of Public Decency.

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in my mind, mr sacks is followed around christmas-carol-style by a bunch of muppets singing about how much it sucks. there goes mr b_______d there goes mr greed etc.

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Cozy Tea-Themed OC Asks

English Breakfast: What is your OC’s morning routine?

Earl Grey: Does your OC like to read? What is their taste in books?

Darjeeling: Where does your OC feel most at home?

Oolong: How does your OC decorate their space?

Lapsang Souchong: If your OC was a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Chai: What is your OC’s comfort food/drink?

Pu-erh: What does your OC do when they’re stuck indoors for a day or two?

Green: What is your OC’s favorite piece of clothing?

Jasmine: Does your OC like flowers? Which type of flower is their favorite?

Matcha: What is your OC’s preferred little treat?

Lemon Balm: Does your OC have any bedtime habits or rituals?

Peppermint: How does your OC handle the cold?

Rooibos: What kind of lighting does your OC prefer? Dim, bright, moody, secret fourth thing?

Chamomile: What does your OC do to relax?

Ginger: What always brightens your OC’s day?

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FL OC ASK GAME

🌅 — Do they miss the Surface? What was their life like up there?

🪪 — Have they gone by any other titles? Will they go by different ones in the future?

🔥 — Least favourite Master of the Bazaar?

🪞 — Do they enjoy being in Parabola? Why or why not?

🐍 — Snakes or cats?

🧍‍♂️— What stats would they provide as a companion? Where would you obtain them?

💀 — What's their relationship with the Boatman like?

🏺— What is their soul like? Does it have any Flaws?

⚰️ — What's their most common cause of death?

👑 — Opinions on the Queen? What about other royalty?

🃏 — What would be/will be their name and domain as a Master?

🎩 — What would an Exceptional Story featuring this character be about?

⚔️ — Do they have a particular fighting style/signature weapon?

♟️ — What colour are they on the chessboard? Has it always been that way?

🎖️ — Proudest non-Ambition accomplishment?

🌈 — Do they do anything unique or interesting with Neathy colours?

🛌 — How's their sleep schedule?

🐀 — Are they friends with any rats?

🎄 — What's their favourite festival?

🦑 — Would they kiss a Rubbery Man?

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fallen london is actually tailor made for the once more with feeling/subspace rhapsody genre of musical episodes where the entire premise is the musical being 100% diegetic and the cast needs to figure out why this is happening and how to stop it before things get wildly out of hand. now you may be asking, how in god's name is this eldritch victorian london game primed for this highly specific genre? the drummer. the answer is the drummer. i think you can explain literally any kind of musical incident in the fallen london universe with just "the drummer decided it should happen" and no further reasoning would be required. giant bug that rocks out and makes people rock out with it you will always be iconic etc etc