Backpacking Trip: London Below, Monday

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There was another Floating Market tonight, so today might not be the best to stuff yourself on Hob-Nobs and roast probably-chicken beforehand. Just your traveler's advisory for the day.

[OOC: For business, she is open!]

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The House With No Doors - All Day

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For crashing, relaxing, and other things you'd do in a house, even one whose rooms aren't scattered all over London.

House - Dining Room

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On the other hand, if you're not marketing tonight or don't trust the food there (you're missing out, though) feel free to stuff your face with as many Hob-Nobs (http://www.littleshamrocks.com/image-files/hob-nobs-combo.gif) as you'd like.

And yes, the roast chicken is really chicken. Door likes pigeons too much to eat them.

Speaking of pigeons, there's one pecking its way around the dining room today. Don't worry, it belongs there. It's also a robot, so you're not going to catch bird flu from it.

House - Library

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For the reading of books, in chairs of rich Corinthian leather.

Well, a century ago it was rich. Now it's a little cracked.

House - Pool

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For swimming therein.

House - Bedrooms

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For things you do in bedrooms. Or standing on your head, whichever you prefer.

Re: House - Bedrooms

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Dinah decided that testing out the Library dream was probably a better idea than just, well. Diving into the sheets. So she drank the little bottle before bedtime, according to the directions, and settled down to dream....

She was in Fandom's library, wandering through the stacks, and somewhere down a long row, she could see Lee shelving books. She waved to him, smiling

(Somewhere a papery voice said, all that we see or seem is a dream within a dream)

and kept walking, past tall shelves, piled high with dark grimoires. Another row-- she was kissing Sam against a bookshelf, and Dinah hurried on even as she could still taste the coffee he'd been drinking on her tongue--

Through glass doors, gold gilt declaring SPECIAL COLLECTIONS, into a round foyer surrounded by curving bookshelves, circling around in a maze.

all libraries are one library

Looking for something. Looking for...?

Books. So many books. She felt stupid, never having read all these books, Barbara would have read them all.

A flash of glasses (Barbara?) and she followed the light off spectacles across a mosaic-inlaid spiral into another fold of bookshelves, another mahogany case holding volumes with titles like The Collected Works of Moriarty, Rheticus's Final Solution... Names she'd never heard of, wondering if she'd be required to read them in college.

Then she stopped in front of one small gold book, and stared.

Happily Ever After. By Dinah Lance.

She reached for the book.

And it fluttered through her fingers, falling to the floor. Then through it with a flash of light, lost.

The lights went out.

And there was something breathing in the library with her. Something that was breathing very, very loudly....

"Yah!"

And Dinah sat up straight in her bed, breathing as heavily as the Library... stalker, whatever.

Re: House - Bedrooms

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"Dinah!" Tony sat straight up in bed and - whoa, bunk bed! He ducked before smacking his head. "Are you okay?"

The Tunnels on the Way to the Market

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Today it's below Battersea Power Station (http://lisavalentine.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/battersea.gif) so you'll have to go up and out to cross a bridge before you get there. Up and out means taking the Underground - the real Underground, but don't worry about paying; you're already past the kiosks.

Most people shove past you as if they don't even see you, but there might be a few surprises out and about tonight.

Tunnels - the Locals

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For any roving buskers or passing Velvets who might be heading for the Market.

[AKA wait for the NPCs to ping in! Velvets, be good. The adventure where you get to be bad is tomorrow.]

Re: Tunnels - the Locals

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Five almost identically dressed, pale young women walked past him. They wore long dresses made of velvet, each dress as dark as night, one each of dark green, dark chocolate, royal blue, dark blood, and pure black. Each woman had black hair and wore silver jewelry; each was perfectly coifed, perfectly made up. They moved silently: Richard was only aware of a swish of heavy velvet as they went past, a swish that sounded almost like a sigh.

One of them might be watching you with a speculative gaze.

Tunnels - Mind the Gap

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Door calls a halt when you hit the right train platform, but warns you all back from the edge. "Mind the Gap!" she says cheerily, keeping a good three feet away from the edge herself. "No, seriously."

Of course, if you choose to assume she just means don't fall onto the track, and get too close...well, there's a lesson to be learned.

[If you'd care to find out why, just stand too close and ping in OOC. And hope there's a rescuer nearby.]

The Floating Market

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The procession across the bridge is like something out of a fairytale, lanterns and torches bobbing in the darkness.

Within the bowels of the building, the arrangement of stalls might be different, but the bustle of people, the shouts of vendors hawking their wares, and the smells of food and, well, people, are the same jumble of excitement and confusion that they were on Saturday.

Floating Market - Tattoo and Piercing Artist

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A pink-haired girl covered in tattoos that make her look like she just arrived from Strawberryland is here to fill your needs. As long as you need her to stick needles into you.

[Mod your service, or ping in OOC for an NPC!]

Floating Market - Curry (well, 'Cury') Stand

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Today there's vegetable, 'meet', and 'cury surprize.'

[Mod your own or... you know the drill. Ping in OOC for an NPC.]

Floating Market - Old Bailey's Birds & Information

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Again, assuming he's around tonight!

[So wait for the man himself to ping in first!]

Floating Market - Blacksmith

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Hammersmith is here to fix your broken locket or your broken sword.

[Mod your own or ping in le OCD for le NPC.]

Floating Market - Dreams By the Dram

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Nightmares? Childhood fantasies? Dreams of An Entirely Different Nature? The disturbing man in clown makeup is here to sell you all of them. Zydrate comes Dreams come in little glass vials, to be drunk before bed. No refunds if you don't like the way they turn out, though.

[Be modding your ooooown. Feel free to play out the effects later on; none of them will harm you, but they might not be exactly what you thought you were asking for, leaning toward the wacky or creepy, with maybe a side of Things You Don't Want To Admit When You're Awake.]

Re: Floating Market - Dreams By the Dram

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"Dreams? Is this for real? Not just... drugs to give you nightmares?" Dinah had to ask, staring at the little bottles.

"Fully true, luvvie. Pick a dream, it'll be yours. 'Tisn't pharms. Just charms."

Re: Floating Market - Dreams By the Dram

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"Yeah, 'cause no way magical stuff messing with your head could go wrong." Though Priestly had to admit, he was curious about the dreams on sale, too.

Floating Market - Message Stall

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Manders the Postmistress is here with her pigeons, and the sign still reads: "Any message, anywhere (as long as it fits on a three inch strip of paper). Smartest, fastest pigeons ever (unless they get et by a cat). One per day ONLY."

If you sent a message off on Saturday, you might receive a reply here today.

[This one's definitely a mod-your-own, and it's where you get to not be incommunicado. Want to send a message back to Fandom? Home? Go for it. It'll arrive by pigeon, who'll wait for a reply then return with one, if there is one. So be sure to let the recipient know so they can handwave or mod the receipt, as they choose!]

Re: Floating Market - Message Stall

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It took a while for Francine to find the Message Stall, sandwiched, unlike last time, between an organ grinder (mostly livers) and a stand selling rutabaga kebabs. (Surprisingly tasty; she hadn't meant to buy one but there was a rat and a marble and her Very Nice High Heeled Boot, and...yeah. At least the man - probably - running it accepted the marble as payment, so she actually came out a bit ahead.)

Once she did, though, she wasted no time in checking for a reply to the message she'd sent out.

The "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" when she was handed the little rolled strip of paper was so loud that Manders offered her the next one free if she'd just shut up.

{Merlin (the one with the ears), Camelot, office of the royal physician} Got your message! Didn't eat any cats. Had rook on a stick though. Bought you a present. Love, Francine. {c/o the House of Arch, London Below}

She had, and one for Firekeeper as well, both at a leatherworker's stall. Arthur, as usual, was pretty much impossible, so she hadn't found anything for him yet.

Re: Floating Market - Message Stall

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Right, this time it was a couple hair-ties, the comb the Clown hadn't wanted, and a lock of hair to send a message out. Dinah figured Karla might be worried by now, and had no way to be sure the message to Jaime had gotten through yet.

{Karla, Alligator Cabin, Fandom Island, MD, USA, W. Hemisphere, Earth-- Stuck in an Underground London city. No phones. Kinda awesome, after we avoided the first fight. Guests of FH alum. Looking for prezzies 4U! Write back, give to pigeon - <3 - Dinah, c/o House of the Arch, London Below}

Floating Market - Shop Amongst Yourselves

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For general shopping and handwaved haggling while you converse with your friends or roving NPCs.

OOC

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Ping here for Door/Ingress in the House, NPCs in the market or the Gap Dragon Monster!

Random Neverwhere Factoid #3: The mini-series sets up "Mind the Gap" and then never follows through, because the scene got cut. (Before or after filming, I'm not sure.) Oh BBC.

Re: OOC

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Velvet pinged in, Ligeia, and I'll be back after 10:30EST, but if someone else wants to play her, go for it.

And Dinah's standing by to grab anyone who gets waaaaay too close to that Gap.