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[thegoodmorningman]

Wishing a Happy New Year to the city where The Sun never stops shining!!! Good Morning!!!

[dvoeverie-stitches]

Art print "Pochód Kolędników" by Natalia Noszczynska

"Pochód Kolędników" by Natalia Noszczynska This is a high-quality print on Tecco Matt 230g archival paper. Printed with pigment inks. Illust

[damonabnormal]

Mummery 

Philadelphia _ New Years Day 2020

[scavengedluxury]

Fasnet museum, Freiburg. March 2019.

[thefugitivesaint]

Wilhelm Schnarrenberger (1892-1966), 'Mummenschanz', ''Wieland'', 1918-19 Source

[dvoeverie-stitches]

Come all you ladies and gentlemen,

For tis here we are with our famous wran

With a heart full of cheering for every man

To rise up a booze before the year is gone.

*

Mr O’Leary we came to see,

With our wran so weak and feeble,

The wran is poor and we can’t feed him,

So we hope your honour will relieve him

*

We’ve hunted our wran three miles and more

We’ve hunted this wran all around Glandore

Through hedges and ditches and fields so green,

And such fine sport was never seen.

*

As we copied our wran again

Which caused our wran-boys for to sing,

She stood erect and wagged her tail,

And swore she’d send our boys to jail.

*

As we went up through Leaca Bhuidhe

We met our wran upon a tree,

Up with a cubit and gave him a fall,

And we’ve brought him here to visit you all.

*

This the wran you may plainly see,

She is well mounted on a holly tree,

With a bunch of ribbons by his side

And the Ballydehob boys to be his guide.

*

The wran, the wran, the king of all birds,

St Stephen’s day he was caught in the furze,

Although he is little, his family is great,

So rise up landlady and fill us a treat.

*

And if you fill it of the best,

We hope in Heaven your soul will rest,

But if you fill it of the small,

It won’t agree with our boys at all.

*

To Mr O’Leary and his wife

We wish them both a happy life,

With their pockets full of money, and their cellars full of beer,

We now wish a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

*

And now, our song is ended, we have no more to say,

We hope you’re not offended for coming here today,

For coming here this morning we think it is not wrong,

So give us our answer and let us all be gone.

———This was recorded in the 1930s by John Levis, aged 32, who took it down from Jeremiah Driscoll, aged 64 years. Jeremiah had been a Wren Boy in Ballydehob.

Wrens and Rhymers

……..In comes I the Wran, The Wran, the Wran, the king of all birds. On St Stephen’s Day I was caught in the furze. Although I am little my f

[spotofmummery]

Lost in the Lab - Screenshot Archive

Under the Cut - the screenshot archive for the Lost in the Lab story arc. I received some very kind complements on these pictures, so I wanted to pull them together in one post!

To check out the story on the main website, click here!

[spotofmummery]

Lost in the Lab - Part 5

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This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla. @staff-of-eldering

Amon was momentarily distracted by the fantastic array of wardrobe, and the very stylish lab gear recommended. But the more Node spoke, the more concerned the Allagan grew. He quickly picked up his Tomepad and reviewed this new “high priority” item on his schedule, golden eyes flicking over it in question, especially due the lack of details.

Patient? What patient? He hadn’t requested biological donors, either.

“Now!” the Allagan heard himself say. “We’re going to the lab right now!”

It was rather troubling that the nodes had set up a workspace and tweaked his schedule without his knowledge – where had they gotten that kind of freedom of agency? But even more than that…

The idea that there was a “patient” at ready meant that someone else was now involved in the depths of the Central Lab of Syrcus Tower, and he probably had a lot of explaining to do. Or not do. It just depended on who was down there. The Allagan was already on his feet, throwing a sleeve of a lab coat over one arm in the act of donning it, and heading for the door.

“Node, do not tell me you’ve locked Tad in the aetherobiochemical study environment again,” Amon frowned. “I know he’s a curious specimen, but last time, ‘twas all I could do to persuade him not to use you for Nodeball practice afterwards!”

Something within Amon only hoped it was just Tad he’d have to pacify this time. 

The Node gave a disagreeable low-hummed buzz.

“Negative.  Subject Tad is located in the Musica Universalis Markets, consuming excessive calories.”  

Node gave a puzzling quizzical beep, following Amon around.  It tracked the growing stress patterns in Amon’s voice, knowing that the master was showing signs of emotional distress, something that was not infrequent in the past.

Node spoke in a reassuring gentle voice, trying to project a sense of calm, cool, collectedness.  

“You need not worry about Tad.  Your orders are followed with absolute precision.   Node network knows exactly where all tracked subjects reside within the Syrcus Tower environs, at any time.”

The mechanical creature rolled down the path to the lab. 

“In fact, recapture and submission of the prisoner was executed with the swiftness that you require to prevent any public incidents.”  

“Recapture?” Amon echoed, part of him relieved he wouldn’t have to deal with his frustrated Warrior of Light cousin again. Another part of him, however, was ringing the alarm bells loud and clear between his long ears. “Define ‘recapture’. ‘Tis no one in the First that would have been a previous prisoner here.”

At least, no one that he could think of right off the bat. This only served to increase his speed – biting down internal lamentations that the old Lab Cart transports were no longer functional – as his long strides chewed up the hallway with his mounting trepidation.

“Node, you are not to allow any tech staff to begin experimentation before I reach the operating rooms. I want to know everything about our patient before the procedure begins, and that means I need them in a conscious and pain-free state of mind. Is that clear?” 

“Master, I was going to start the early incisions…"

“Node, you will do no such thing!” Amon’s brows lowered.

Something about this wasn’t right. Node had been a steadfast and loyal servant, a mechanical wonder created by the Technologist’s own hands. When Amon could not trust anyone else, he could always trust his Node in all things.

The fact that Node was suddenly talking and acting out of turn surely meant something was in a state of malfunction. Of course, the machine had sat idle for so very long, not to mention, had been carried across time and dimension, so some anomaly probably should be expected. Amon still wasn’t sure how a version of Syrcus Tower had come to be in another reflection like this, and Tad had not been forthcoming if he had any information on the matter.

“Since when did you contradict my orders?”

Continue to Part 6 --}