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Frith
08 January 2013 @ 09:41 am
[community profile] fandom_stocking reveals are UP and I am AT WORK and I am literally going to explode with impatience before the end of the day when I can read them all, AHHHHH!

(Basically this is a placeholder to say THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL and me not commenting for a few hours is most definitely NOT something I am doing by choice!!)

(I'm totally going to be taking a desk lunch today.)

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Frith
08 January 2013 @ 11:57 pm
This is the first of my [community profile] fandom_stocking fics to be posted to my journal. It's also possibly the strangest. sholio and I had a very long and exclamation-mark filled discussion recently about how the characters from White Collar would get on in Fallen London, which is a web game which is beautiful and dark and hilarious and all kinds of wonderful (The game description is in italics below the header). Then I wrote this for her. More ficlets in this 'verse will almost certainly follow.

Title: A Boat Trip
Characters: Peter, Neal, the Boatman, El
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1550
Warnings: Character death as game mechanic. Entirely non-permanent.
Notes: Hopefully this will make some sort of sense without playing the game! For this segment, what you need to know: You have a Wounds quality. When your Wounds are high enough you die, and are sent to the river where you have to stay until you've reduced your Wounds enough to come back to life again. In Fallen London it is all but impossible to die permanently, and all the inhabitants know it.

Summary: Peter is temporarily dead. Neal thinks he should have some company.

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Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires.
But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.
So welcome. Delicious Friend.


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The boat is slowly passing a dark beach, drifting its way down the silent river.Collapse )

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