Old Haunts — Vignettes and Visions from the City of Lovat

Old Haunts: Happy Auseil

📍 Hickman-Franklin Warren
🌃 Level Three
🕝 Early Morning

“The rattle of holiday decorations added to the din. It was Auseil, sometimes called Bresh in the inner Territories. The month-long winter holiday, a time of feasting, drinking, celebration, and remembrance. Decorated five-limbed branches hung from ceilings or were mounted above doorways festooned with twinkling lights. Families wrote the lyrics of the traditional Zann hymns—ancient accounts of the Aligning—on long strips of paper and sealed them around doorframes with brightly colored wax. They were said to bring fortune and good luck, something Lovat could use these days. The strips of colorful paper moved and twisted in the breeze, giving the whole city a strange quavering appearance. They tore from their seals and danced down the street, creating a constant rain of inadvertent confetti.”

—Waldo Bell, Red Litten World


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Auld Lang Syne performed by the Westminster Chimes (1908), written by Robert Burns


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Old Haunts — Vignettes and Visions from the City of Lovat

Old Haunts: Licensed Directory Agents

📍 Unknown Warren
🌃 Level Three
🕚 Late Night

“The directory agents were a necessity born of desperate need in an ever-changing city. With so many businesses moving in and out all the time it was impossible to keep track of it all and even harder to inform every citizen. Instead of printing compendiums of information, the directory companies opted for agents placed around the city, offering location services for a small fee. It kept printing costs down and made them a hell of a lot of money.”

—Waldo Bell, Red Litten World


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Audio from Freesounds, special thanks to: 15gpanskasupsakpatrik, bolkmar, hendmik, kyles, morgantj, nahlin83, o-ciz, rabbydaw, socializeddartist45, and theshuggie

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Old Haunts: Local Service

📍 Martello Warren
🏙 Level Four
🕐 Mid-Day

“I leaned my head against the monorail window and watched buildings flash past. I felt sick, lost, and lonely. I was terrified. I had started to shake after collapsing into my seat. Too focused on fleeing, I had skipped buying a ticket. I hoped the conductor was feeling lazy and wouldn’t pass through the car.”

—Waldo Bell, The Stars Were Right


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A Telegram Has Arrived

A Telegram Arrived

Time spins outward. Old doors close. New gates open. What worked in the past turns to dust in the future. Those who seek must learn to adapt.

An urgent telegram has arrived for you, its source seems familiar and I think you’ll find its message fascinating.


A telegram has arrived


There are portents hidden in plain sight, revealing much to those brave fools willing to study the signs. The repository is the simplest way to track those elements which have come before, but there are other sources as well. Take heart, my friend, in time much will be revealed.

See you soon, roader.


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Old Haunts: Serenade on Two

📍 Martello Warren
🌃 Level Two
🕚 Late Night

“Putting my failed telegraph behind me, I made my way to a small consignment store down the street. The waters that flooded the Sunk lapped against the edge of the pavement. Higher up, you’d find guardrails keeping citizens from tumbling over the edges of levels, but the police, politicians, and the more elevated class preferred to ignore Level Two’s existence altogether.”

—Waldo Bell, The Stars Were Right


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Newsie: Will Munn

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Old Haunts: Rhapsody

📍 King Station Warren
🌆 Level Four
🕖 Early Evening

“Yes, I’m Hagen Dubois, and this is Saint Olmstead Religious Antiques.” He waved his hand around, moving automatically into his pitch. “We specialize in pre-Aligning antiquities, though we do carry all manner of holy and consecrated objects; for the more discerning customer I have access to all manner of items I can get delivered. Now, introductions out of the way, can I help you?”

—Hagen Dubois, The Stars Were Right


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“Rhapsody in Blue” by George Gershwin

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