#probably tuesday

[earlgrey-lateatnight]

No Sunday Six today, but new fic next week :)

[105ttt]

Milk and Purple Yam… but Milk is wearing a dress and Purple Yam is wearing a suit… and it's their WEDDING DAY

[follow-freemann]

More beetles SOON 💥

[missmeinyourbones]

as promised...my next piece is....d-dad...dad suna....

[p-antalons]

fun news! local ap nerd population at my school is going bananas

[nerdywyrds]

So I started playing Fallen London again:

- I attended a ball and was invited to the Shuttered Palace.

- Played a bit of the Great Game involving a tattooed woman. Sold her secrets to her paramour.

- I keep dreaming of roses, which is a neat little storylet. I wonder what’s up with attar. The general setting makes me think it probably isn’t good for me. XD

- My Singular Plant keeps growing. My Bandaged Raven has made friends with Tomb Colonists.

- I helped out a tiny amount with the Liberation of Night, which sound suspicious.

- I switched Ambitions from Heart’s Desire to Light Fingers. It sounded more fun to me. Very looking forward to being buried alive.

- When I’ve previously played I’ve been really freaked out about letting my Nightmares/Wounds get really high and spent a lot of time being anxious about it. Now I’m like meh, what happens happens. Much less stressful to play that way. That said, my Scandal is approaching 6 and I’m not getting any cards that allow me to lower it.

- You can tell what storylets I find the most fun:  Watchful at 79, Shadowy at 69 (nice), Persuasive 58, Dangerous 31. XD

[nerdywyrds]

Tuesday’s recent adventures in Fallen London:

-- Got a monkey. Lost the monkey. Found the monkey. Played a card game with the monkey.

-- Beat a man hard enough to send him to the Tomb Colonies on behalf of my urchin pals.

-- Rescued a rubbery man from a fire at the circus. Got a bit crispy.

-- Accepted a gift from Mr Sacks. Now the proud owner of Mr Eaten’s heart???

-- Was Unaccountably Peckish, so I ate a crapton of chestnuts. Hopefully that takes care of things.

-- Drank some melted snow. Got a bit fuzzy.

-- Ate some snow. Hallucinated for several hours.

-- Had to quit my job as an Enquirer due to having maxed it out, switched to being a Pickpocket.

-- Met the Topsy King. Didn’t understand a word he said.

[nerdywyrds]

My Fallen London character, Tuesday, is a detective, and I’ve been having fun solving cases. The only difficulty is that there isn’t really a right or wrong answer to the solutions. XD

I just left a young woman to be turned to stone, because the other choice was to smash her and kill her. Evidence possibly pointed towards her being in love with the Clay Man... or maybe he just abducted her. I hope it was voluntary.

I also accidentally chose the asshole response when talking to her father and pissed him off. I’d wanted to say something kind, and chose the answer that I thought was the least brusque, but I guess it was wrong. It’s hard to tell from the descriptions what the tone is, sometimes.

I literally spent two minutes waffling between them and trying to make a decision, so I’m kind of disappointed at the outcome. Oh well, I guess.

I guess this is kind of like Mass Effect where you think you’re going to say something sarcastic and instead you punch a reporter.