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i’ve literally just been staring at this for like the past 10 minutes, i’ve been waiting so long i’m both extremely excited to start and just absolutely frozen because i did not expect to return to court so soon omg
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June 28th, 1895
In the wake of these elections I find myself caught between two choices: an ever fixed hound hot on the trail of ne’er-do-wells of society and a person who knows the value of being able to choose death in the face of nigh eternal life.
While I am impressed with the Implacable Detective I am forced to wonder if my kindnesses in her campaign would allow her, for all her pride, to turn a blind eye when my dealings take me places apart from polite society? And Feducci, what sort of rule would he have? I admire the man quite a bit but I know little of his leanings.
So, do I play by what my heart says would be advantageous or do I play by chance? This is no coin flip decision either for Londoners. I feel voting for the Detective will, inevitably, put a noose around my neck. Not everyone works for the greater good in broad daylight as it were, and who’s to say I am working for a greater good at all?
It may seem unfair, but I may just lean my ear towards the raggedy man himself. Fair play? We shall see.
....As far as the Temperance Campaigner is concerned she can collect her tea from the Boston Harbor as far as I’m concerned.
It’s 1895 and Jenny’s time as Mayor is up—a new Mayor will be chosen!
The Election is free and is open to all players. It will begin Monday 26th June. Players will have two delicious weeks to choose an Election career and bolster support for their chosen candidate through a variety of actions. At the end of the first week of Election, we will announce which candidate is ahead. The final day of Election will be Monday 10th July.
This year, as part of the Fallen London Reworks, there will be new ways players can amplify their vote through social activities. Some methods will allow players to work cooperatively together to support their candidates, while others are more competitive in nature.
Join the revelry through the “An Invitation to a Ball” storylet, available throughout London. The three candidates up for the 1895 Election are:
- Feducci
- The Dauntless Temperance Campaigner
- The Implacable Detective
The elected Mayor will reign for one year, after which another election will be held. The winning candidate will have a Mayoral influence in your Opportunity Deck until next year’s election, so consider who you support carefully. After the festival, there will be an opportunity to suggest candidates you’d like to see take up a Mayoral campaign for 1896.
No Election is complete without fliers, political cartoons, and other such materials. We invite you all to create and share your own!
This year we are also trying something new with the 1895 candidate posters, which we will be thrilled to announce next Monday when the festival opens.
We cannot wait to see who you will choose, delicious friends…
Sinning Jenny’s time is up, a new Mayor will be chosen! This week, we announce the three candidates who think they can do a better job. Whom will you support?
The Dauntless Temperance Campaigner is a fixture among London’s social reformers. It seems she now has her sights on London! She bears the slogan: “Teatime for London.”
All manner of temperance campaigners flock to her emerald banners. Reformed poets, well-meaning members of Society and deacons and deaconesses of the Church walk in procession through the streets.
“What I want, dearie, is for London to pull its socks up. For everybody!” She smiles and gives you a firm handshake.
The week will end with an announcement regarding the full details of the festival, which will begin Monday the 26th of June and run for two weeks.
Coming Soon: Election 1895
Delicious friends! Sinning Jenny has graced Fallen London as its Mayor for a year. Soon, it will be her time to step down.
Our second ever Mayoral election will begin the 26th of June!
More information, including which daring citizens of the Neath will campaign to take her place, will be announced next week.
We cannot wait to see who you’ll support…
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An Uninvited Guest (Pt 3)
{Continuation of an RP with @sinilakki }
Grey blinked at the stones, not sure what to make of them. As far as they knew it could be costume jewelry. "And what is that, precisely?" Grey asked, still not sure what to make of this. "You won't be getting anywhere on a bad leg either... I'll bring it to you. Stay here, and mind yourself-- Zucker isn't one to take lightly."
Leaving Wan to Zucker's care, Grey got up to go retrieve the mirror. The rat sat staring at Wan, whiskers twitching at them.
An Uninvited Guest (pt 2)
{Contents of the RP with @sinilakki }
Wan downright dived into the mirror frame which they had reached just in time, against all odds. The fall was a short one. A blast of cold, a flash of silver light, and they tumbled to a floor head first. That hurted. But they were out of Parabola, away from that most unagreeable Fingerking. Wan wrestled their once-neat-and-nice coat off and dashed up. The pain from their bad ankle almost made them black out and they swore and cursed in the language they didn’t know a name for anymore.
Nonetheless they succeeded in covering the mirror with the coat before they stumbled back to the floor. “Not today, snakey, not today!” Wan yelled at the mirror even if the dream-serpent likely couldn't hear them. The most acute matter thus settled they looked around them. A bedroom. Could be much worse, even if people generally didn’t place mirrors in the most hazardous of places. And they hadn’t any idea whose bedroom they had leaped in, but hey again the situation could be much worse. Probably. They took a deep breath and leaned on the wall.
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Grey’s Prince Charming outfit from the Exceptional Rose fiasco! I’m really rather proud of how this one turned out <3
Uninvited Guest
[RP post for @sinilakki ]
There were few times that, despite their mounting social obligations, Grey had a moment’s respite to themself. Today was such a day though, having spent much of their morning in their dressing gown and robe around the house with no intention of going anywhere. Instead of wandering the Neath, Grey was calmly sitting in their living room.
A very cold half finished cup of coffee beside them on the table while they sketched the sleeping dog out cold in front of the fireplace. He’d been out drinking again but at least the old booze hound was good for a few secrets. The other creatures of Grey’s home, the rats, were about the only things scuttering about with any sense of life. The two longshanks were out on their own business and Grey figured they’d ask when the pair returned. Even Zucker was resting on Grey’s shoulder half asleep as they scribbled.
Everything was fairly quiet as it should be up until a loud and very sudden clatter came from upstairs. Grey’s pencil left a dark skid mark across the page in surprise and they sat up, nearly sending Zucker falling onto their lap.
“The ‘ell...?” The rat said, now quite awake. Both he and Grey got up very quickly and made for the upstairs. Grey had sense enough to grab a weapon and found the first thing they could: a very finely bejeweled if very heavy cane. Taking it like a cudgel, Grey marched up the stairway quick as a wink to their own bedroom. They and Zucker exchanged glances a moment before Grey pressed their ear to the door to listen for any sign of what lie on the other side.
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The World-Weary Inspector: Any progress on that vandalism case at that MP's house?
The Too-Eager Constable: Ah, no, sir. But we do have a witness who says the suspect ran off towards the Singing Mandrake.
The Inspector: The Mandrake? So he's a Veilgarden sort?
The Constable: Yessir, looks like he didn't do this one out of Spite.
The Inspector: I want your desk cleared out by the end of the day.
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