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On the extraction of astringents from Coffea presbyterata
Some fictional botanical illustrations/scientific notes. More text on AO3.
11 April, 1895: dreams and.. dreams
Yesterday was kinda weird. Like, so weird I even decided to start a diary. I absolutely didn’t just want to test my new typewriter.
No time for introducing myself, sorry, wait for tomorrow. Do I even need to do that in my own diary? Well, I suppose I do; if I really will become a famous person, people will read this eventually.
There was a story. About a nurse, her sisters, about her men (well, not actually her?). And that charismatic Devil fellow; I hope I’ll meet him again. The nurse was sweet, but just too pure and indecive; the poet - a useless slacker and weakling; the admirer - knightly, reliable, a good man in general.. but I didn’t really like him, there were some issues between him and the nurse’s sister. Oh, the sister was nice. She liked to hang out with the Urchins. I hope she is okay now. There was a complex love and priorities tangle; I won’t tell how we resolved that. (((OOC: She is talking about an Exceptional story, and I’d like to support the developers and not spoil fate-locked content as much as I can.))) But I just wanted to write down something: you only live once, so listen to your heart and chase after your dreams; if you have a dream and can somehow free yourself from your restraints (like family, society, reputation?) - go for it. Like, the nurse gave me a gift for my help - a bottle of something, maybe, really valuable; but I didn’t really care, sold it for an outrageous price and finally bought a bl__dy Ornate Typewriter I really wanted. No regrets.
And the devil said something really sweet: “In case you were wondering, you do tempt me, even if your soul wouldn’t entirely match my collection.” ♡
Also last night I had a nightmare. The WEIRD one. Maybe I drank too much coffee yesterday with Tanith. (Yeah, Ms. Wyrmwood, the sweet and furious girl. She never bores me!) I wrote some clues right after waking up and then told Tanith, almost accurately.
The beginning: I wake up in my room, drowning in a flood of boiling hot top-grade darkdrop coffee. I dunno if it’s even a nightmare? After all, you don’t feel pain and don’t die in your dreams.. if the serpent-kings aren’t in a bad mood. I am carried away, out of the widely opened window, by a.. coffeefall? And then I see how London becomes the Hell. Everything melts, people boil to death. I am the one of the few who weren’t affected by any kind of harm in this dream (wow, I’m a Mary Sue - really a nightmare for a writer!); I even manage to grab a lonely boat and after that just swim around, enjoying the terrifying scene. A lot of steam with such amazing and strong flavour. And smoke. Because later there is fire; a lot of anarchists in boats, with torches, burning everything; laughing devils and.. I’m sure I heard crying Bazaar. The coffee level slowly rises up, and I swim to The House of Chimes and climb up and sit there and watch. It is’t really a high spot, but still the view is magnificent; the atmosphere, too. After that I don’t remember much, but it was like a very slow and calm apocalypse. The entire Earth were drowned in top grade darkdrop coffee. The anarchists eventually die. Coffee clouds cover the Earth, and no one can see the Sun. This is.. the freaking Sunless Earth. And I am one of the few alive there, wandering around.
Yes. That was some crazy serpent-joke. And I drank too much coffee again today while telling this at the Caligula's! I’m afraid to go to bed now.
CONGRATULATIONS, FRIEND!
#not bat guano, probably #that's just mr wines' little joke #don't brew them in well water #no really [Congratulations! Use one in your inventory to refresh ten actions.] You've gained 2 x Darkdrop Coffee.
A smiling woman in an unfamiliar uniform, with eyes like moon-pearls, raps at your door. "Drink deep!" she says, handing you a steaming mug.
That steam! Inhale it and feel your synapses snap and your sinuses crackle. [Drinking Darkdrop Coffee will refresh ten actions. Find it in your inventory.] You've gained 1 x Darkdrop Coffee (new total 3).
Oh. Hmm... Someone was giving away coffee this evening... Three cups each person. It seemed strange, yes, but having work to do, I thought: Why not? Really, what's the harm? To make a long tale much shorter, I have half the Bazaar Permits I need for premises there, my entire body burns, and I feel as if I shall never sleep again.