Q: How do I unveil my Airs of London level?
A: Assign it as your Scrapbook Status.
As of January 2016 the Airs-value is also visible on the Myself-tab, see under "Qualities" and look for the "Randomizer"-category.
Ways to change your AirsEdit
- Play a part in Life on Ladybones Road.
- Deal with Business on Watchmaker's Hill.
- Rob A cavalry officer in Spite.
- Opportunism in Spite
- Working for the Widow in Spite
- Dabble in the Great Game in Veilgarden, or with low stats, Chat to a Tipsy Spy on The Singing Mandrake.
- Seek the pleasures and risks of the Honey-Dens of Veilgarden.
- Duelling the Black Ribbon in Wolfstack Docks.
- Hunting Dangerous Prey in Wolfstack Docks.
- If you're at Wounds 2 or higher, spend time in bed.
- If you're a PoSI, take care of Unfinished Business in Ladybones Road, Spite, Watchmaker's Hill or Veilgarden.
Notable Ranges of Airs of LondonEdit
- 0-25: Confound the Constables: This range opens up an option in the Opportunism in Spite storylet, which is arguably one of the most action-efficient storylet-based ways to reduce Suspicion. Since the Airs of London changes are displayed as text, the keywords/key-phrases to look out for when the changes do occur are: "bats", "bat", "softest of rains", "English, French, German", "A small child", "The Empress", and "A devil lounges".
- 33-67: Attend an audience with the Gracious Widow: Opens in the Working for the Widow +10cp Connected: The Widow and 36 Jade. Best farmable storylet for Widow
- 90-100: A dreamless sleep: Wounds (-7 CP) Nightmares (-2 CP) for 3 actions. Furthermore, this resets Airs of London to 0, which might be helpful. Keep an eye out for keywords: "scuttering company", "water metallic", "thief pale woman hurdles", "church bell tolls", "drizzle slow glass tears".
- 95-100: Deepen your acquaintance with Prisoner's Honey - DREAM OF A CITY: A 2-action option from The Honey-Dens of Veilgarden that gives 1 Extraordinary Implication and a Phosphorescent Scarab for a small amount of honey, netting a bit over 1 echo per action. Keywords to watch for are: "huddled gutter bundle", "wind toys with paper", "governess child on leash", "beetle boot", "HEPHAESTA M.PLEAT" and of course "All shall be well".
- 96-100: Confide in the Chandleress : On the Follow a chandler to her workshop option in The Department of Menace Eradication storylet: Gives 1 Dock Favor for 3 actions. Keywords are same as above, minus "huddled gutter bundle".
|The Airs of London|
|0||Out on the city's edge, zee-bats cry where black waves break on a black shore.|
|1 - 10||A bat zips past, not far overhead.|
|11 - 13||The softest of rains falls in the street: the cobbles glisten like fish-skin.|
|14 - 15||In the street outside, fly-drivers squabble in a half-dozen different tongues: English, French, German...wait, is that Latin?|
|16 - 17||A small child meditatively pings stones off a butcher's shop-window. Eventually the butcher emerges, cleaver in hand. The child disappears with remarkable speed.|
|18 - 19||A shuttered black coach passes. The horses' hooves are muffled with sacking. The crowd falls silent. "The Empress," someone whispers.|
|20||A devil lounges against a lamp-post, picking his teeth with a needle. He eyes you speculatively.|
|21 - 30||Shadows lie still, here where there is no sun to move them. Sometimes they shiver in candle-light.|
|31 - 32||A raven caws, coughs, and breaks into song. Something eighteenth-century? Is that a snatch of a Purcell sonata?|
|33 - 40||The wall here is splotched with luxuriant russet fungus, like the fur of something mythical.|
|41 - 42||Passers-by watch you with narrow eyes. What do they see?|
|43 - 44||Someone speaks your name. But when you turn, there is only a mirror.|
|45 - 46||High above, the false-stars glimmer. Did one of them - move?|
|47 - 50||A window glows with the amber light of tallow-candles. Voices are raised in song.|
|51 - 60||Today, something in the air makes the gas-lamps slink low, burn marsh-green.|
|61 - 62||On the roof-tops at day's end, urchins whistle a tune from Mahogany Hall. One improvises lyrics that would make a Master of the Bazaar blush.|
|63 - 65||Oof! That reek is a tannery. Hold your breath a moment.|
|66 - 68||A glove-maker passes, holding his bag at arm's-length. The contents squirm.|
|69 - 70||The cobbles are slippery with a thick black moss. Your footfalls bruise it, and a scent like fresh Surface rain rises.|
|71 - 72||A cat's eyes glint on a high window-ledge. 'What a wretched day,' it remarks.|
|73||Stray dogs fight over something in the gutter. A human hand? ...probably just a pork-chop.|
|74 - 75||A barouche passes, drawn by a pair of perfectly matched greys. One passenger, a bearded chap in a top hat, throws his head back in laughter at something his bright-eyed female companion says.|
|76 - 80||A scuffle! A pool of blood! A wild-eyed girl with a knife in either hand! The cry goes up, 'a Jack!' Is it a Jack? She's gone, regardless -|
|81 - 82||The light from the false-stars clings to every surface like oil. This is the kind of afternoon when Londoners run mad, shrieking 'The sun! The sun!'|
|83||A phaeton roars past! The crowd scatters, the horses roll their eyes desperately! Two tomb-colonists sit cackling in the back.|
|84 - 88||Two costermongers stagger past, roaring drunk, their neckerchiefs alive with the colours of night.|
|89||A portly man sits weeping in the road. "The Menagerie," he sobs, "the Roses. They can no longer grow." A hackney carriage veers round him: "Honey-mazed," the driver sneers.|
|90||A rat runs along an iron railing, leaping each spike like an acrobat. "For the Scuttering Company!" he shrills, and fires his miniature pistol. A raven drops dead. The rat is gone.|
|91||Today, water has a metallic taste. It generally does. But is this a different metal? Copper? Silver?|
|92||A cry goes up: "Thief!" A pale young woman hurdles a barrel and is gone into the endless night.|
|93||A church bell tolls.|
|94||Drizzle is falling all around, like slow glass, or tears.|
|95||A huddled bundle lies in the gutter. Movement squirms beneath a blanket. Rats? Spiders? Black-clad, gloved, masked Special Constables lift it to the back of a cart, and you see no more.|
|96||The wind toys with paper-scraps in the gutter.|
|97||A governess passes with a child on a leash. No! No, only a young woman and a little dog.|
|98||A beetle the size of a boot sits atop a tar-barrel, nonchalantly twiddling its antennae.|
|99||A scowling boy distributes hand-bills. "MAHOGANY HALL: TONIGHT", they read. "HEPHAESTA." "M. PLEAT."|
|100||All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.|
Pages in category "The Airs of London"
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