#implacable detective

[sekarjoget]

Quick draw of our candidates! Drew this as soon as I saw the new storylet haha

[opinions-about-tiaras]

So who are we voting for in Election 1895, lads?

I think I gots to go with the Dauntless Temperance Campaigner. Feducci, of course, is right out, because fuck libertarians. The Implacable Detective seemed like an immediately obvious choice, but her platform is literally “more money and power for cops.” And... that’s it. Nothing else. She wants to take the most corrupt and authoritarian institution of civil order in London and make it more authoritarian.

The Dauntless Temperance Campaigner might be for prohibition, which is a bad idea and also unworkable, but everything else in her platform is superb. She would continue the work begun by Sinning Jenny in most respects. As a former member of Jenny’s campaign committee, I endorse her and her platform.

[artlessauthorite]

Anyone playing Fallen London and willing to donate to a Campaigner? i’d very much like to help the Implacable Detective win.

[princessofharte]

I'm Blaze Flashburn and I support the Implacable Detective. Contract me on FL if you need donations. I have practically everything if anyone needs something specific.

[thebetteradversary]

hey, i’m supporting the implacable detective! feel free to make me one of your contacts, just send me a letter when you do!

[justcoffeenotea]

June the 16th, 1894

The last few days have been quite exhilarating, let me tell you! Dealing with revolutionaries was not quite my speed but I did while away time in the Flit. Mostly in the good company of Urchins but also performing for the Topsy King’s court. If nothing else it was a good waste of wine and a fantastic way to get rid of any Constables looking for me. There was other activity as well that led to the Police looking for me but that was part of the fun.

The Urchins wanted to play a few games and slip into a few homes of those foolish enough to live in the Flit. I helped them a bit in hopes of learning some new tricks and they taught me quite a bit. The last few days worth of adventure ended up with me stealing the collar of the Duchess’s white persian. I shall indubitably return it to her as if some grandiose gesture of good will since it was all for a lark. The whole affair caught the eye of a journalist who penned the adventures in a penny dreadful. I do hope she left out my name not that I suspect anyone told her what it was. I expect seeing someone on her balcony wearing a mask was enough to inspire it. I purchased a copy and have it at my bedside back at the Steamer now that it’s once again quiet enough to read.

Now though I find myself looking to learn a few new things from a friend of His Amused Lordship’s friends. She’s an elderly detective but her prowess at deduction is astounding. I have much to learn from her and will do so dutifully, helping her with her cases. If nothing else, it would be an exercise in how the police do their investigating since she has her ties to the Constables. I shall be particularly acrobatic in dodging any questions of my activity in the Flit should she ask though... Thankfully she hasn’t as of yet.

[dame-of-neath]

Minding the detective

An Implacable Detective wishes to retain the services of a bodyguard for a particularly perilous case.

The case of the frenzied mandrake

Following a detective around might be interesting, and how dangerous can a plant be, anyway?

Vicious little vegetable

The Implacable Detective has traced a series of grisly murders to the back streets around Watchmaker's Hill. Although capable (and indeed implacable) she is getting on in years and you go into the frenzied mandrake's lair first, having first plugged your ears with wax. However, the mandrake is a plant of low cunning, and goes straight for your employer. You attempt to pull the frenzied thing off her leg, but it bites deep. Eventually you hack the thing into pieces, but the Implacable Detective is bleeding badly. Your fee is spent on the services of a physician.

[dame-of-neath]

The Cities that Fell

What of the cities the Bazaar stole before London? The first, second, third and fourth?

Whispers and rumours

They say all sorts of things about the Third City, and the Fourth City...

Stories within stories

They say the broken, tarnished silver tree at the heart of the Forgotten Quarter was once a living birch, that it was transformed into a fountain at the Fourth City's Fall. They say the gods of the Third City still walk amongst the citizens of the Neath. They say that the Masters know everything and nothing about this.

Gatecrash a party

An impromptu meeting of free thinkers and radicals is happening in Veilgarden tonight. Perhaps His Amused Lordship will be there. Perhaps you can bluff your way in.

An intriguing offer

His Amused Lordship nods at you as you enter the private room above the coffee shop. You recognise faces of note: Feducci the duellist is here, and a certain Implacable Detective. The Detective is reading from a note-book: she describes the unnatural longevity and vitality of people from a land across the Unterzee. She almost mentions the name of the place, but is silenced by a sharp cough from Feducci. His Amused Lordship comes over when she has finished speaking.

"What do you reckon, eh? I suspect her basic theories are unsound, but one can't fault the thoroughness of her research. We've got to find out more about these places. I'm thinking of sponsoring an expedition out there in a few months. Might you be interested?"