Airs of Brabazon

 is considered a Hidden Quality Albion: Brabazon Workworld in Sunless Skies.

Hidden description
"There cannot be change without destruction."

Obtaining
Hidden Qualities are used to track various things and are invisble to the player.

Quality status
 has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

Variable Interaction description
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AirsOnWorld

 * [ 0 ] AirsOnWorld"

AirsOffWorld

 * [ 0 ] too nice, unsettling a bit prisonerlike
 * [ 1 ] too nice, unsettling a bit prisonerlike"

ChatWithGovernor

 * [ 0 ] \"It's a pleasure to see you. How are you enjoying Little Nice? Have you visited Brabazon proper, yet? We've been doing some marvellous work there.\" He doesn't give you much room for conversation.
 * [ 1 ] \"It's a pleasure to see you. How are you enjoying Little Nice? Have you visited Brabazon proper, yet? We've been doing some marvellous work there.\" He doesn't give you much room to speak.
 * [ 10 ] The Governor has his back to you, and doesn't see you enter. He's miming conducting to some jolly little tune on the gramophone. Is that something by Gilbert and Sullivan? Best leave him to it.
 * [ 20 ] The Governor stands by the window. He looks past the tasteless fountain to where an Overseer is sweeping up leaves. \"This man here: came here with his parents and worked his way up. Paid off their debts entirely. In a few months, he should be able to afford to leave. I've arranged for him to visit Lustrum as soon as he can afford the fare.\"
 * [ 30 ] \"A pleasure to see you. I have a soft spot for locomotive captains. So much plainer speaking than merchants and lawyers.\" \n\nHe stubs out his cigar. \"Apparently I had an uncle who captained a locomotive. Destroyed by a scrive spinster. My mother dined off the tale for months. Everyone found it terribly romantic.\" He looks puzzled for a moment. \"Not sure why.\"
 * [ 40 ] \"I'm immensely proud of our workers. Industry's up. Our hour refining is more efficient than ever. Our weavers are the best in the region. I've even heard rumours that Her Renewed Majesty commented positively on a glass piece made by one of our very own blowers.\" He beams at you. \"Albion wouldn't be the same without them.\"
 * [ 50 ] You enter to catch the Governor performing callisthenics. You can't tell if he blushes – his face is flushed already. \"It's important to exercise regularly. Keeps one young.\"
 * [ 60 ] \"Have you been to London recently? It struck me just now that I can barely remember the place.\" \n\nHe turns to look out of the window, at the ridiculous cherubim-water-feature. \"I always thought it my home. But obviously it can't be.\" \n\nHe harumphs loudly. \"Still, it's nice to know they appreciate my work. I received word that I've been commended by some Hall or another, in my absence.\"
 * [ 70 ] He points out a plaque on the wall. \"This is a list of the original donors, who helped us set up Brabazon Workworld. They've all contributed to this place: a place where the destitute can learn new skills, and find a home.\" He leans back in his desk chair. \"Some donors visit Brabazon to ensure their good work continues.\""
 * [ 80 ] \"Ah, welcome.\" He stands to shake your hand. \"Always good to see a locomotive captain. Good to know the trade routes are still running. Do you smoke?\" He rummages in his desk. \"Oh. It appears I'm all out. My apologies.\"
 * [ 90 ] \"I've been thinking of varying the stops on the tour of Brabazon. But I don't want to increase the strain on the workers. They always like to put on an extra effort when we have guests, and if I change their routine...\" \n\nHe shakes his head. \"No, we'll stick with what we have. It's very representative, after all. Have you been on it?\"

AirsBetween

 * [ 0 ] Overseers scurry back and forth along the glass tunnel, clumping at the Little Nice end. As they enter Little Nice they remove grimy capes to reveal cheery red and white striped blazers. These are hung up to be collected on their re-entrance to the Bit Between. None seem willing to stop and talk.
 * [ 7 ] A middle-aged man pushes a handtruck of crates from Brabazon to the docking area. The Overseer beside him adds her weight to assist. You hear snatches of their conversation. \"Mother! Stop helping. You'll be made to join us.\" The woman's laugh is high and nervous. \"—twice my own age. And you want me to stay away?\" She sees you and is instantly formal. \"I'm sorry, Captain. These goods are allotted to another locomotive.\"
 * [ 14 ] Six Overseers march towards Brabazon Workworld. They almost knock you down in their remorseless rush. They do not stop. One calls back: \"I'm so sorry! Please do not put in a complaint.\"
 * [ 21 ] The Overseers have unusual walking habits. From Little Nice to Brabazon Workworld, they stroll at a measured pace. At a point some two-thirds along, they break into a run. Any Overseer leaving Brabazon does so at a sprint. At that two-thirds point they slow once more, and catch their breath. None breaks this pattern. Each ignores your attempt to waylay them.
 * [ 28 ] The Overseer is folding his work cape up rather than hanging it. He places it in a storage bench opposite the dock. He beams when you approach him. \"I've been promoted to gardener. I'll be living and working in Little Nice, from now. And to think, I was warned away from flirting with the donors.\"
 * [ 35 ] \"Are you one of our donors? No? My mistake.\" The Overseer tuts at the list in their hands. \"All our major donors have expressed a wish to see the result of their good works. It's too much to ask that they arrive on time. Bl___y rich b—\" Abruptly aware that you have not moved on, she blanches. \"That... that was a joke. Please don't mention it.\"
 * [ 42 ] You catch the Overseer's eye just as she's putting on her work cape. She nods and comes over. \"My shift's not for a couple of hours. I can spare a minute.\" She smiles warmly; a practised smile. \"I help with the tour. The best role available off Little Nice. I thoroughly recommend it. And if you go, could you put a word in for me? With the board?\" She checks her watch and sets off at a trot.
 * [ 49 ] \"I'm terribly sorry, I don't have permission to speak with you.\" The Overseer is supervising a small group of workers loading crates onto a locomotive docked alongside your own. They are working slowly; he seems disinclined to rush them.
 * [ 56 ] Two Overseers are engaged in a hissed argument. It silences immediately when a portly gentleman in fine tweed strolls by. \"Good day, Mr B_____y,\" they call out in unison. They separate, glaring at each other only when they believe they're unwatched.
 * [ 63 ] An Overseer shoves an empty cart towards the Brabazon end of the Bit Between. It rolls to a stop beside two elderly ladies who haul it onto the workworld. No one wishes to spend any time proximate to the workworld that they are not obliged to.
 * [ 70 ] An Overseer checks his watch before pausing beside you. \"I'm very sorry, but I can't stop. Unless you're from...? No, you aren't in uniform. Sorry. I can't dawdle – I'm only twenty, and look at me—\" He does not look twenty. \"I can't afford to risk demotion.\"
 * [ 77 ] Two Overseers are occupied with another Captain. He is counting workers off his locomotive. They are a mixed group, all in rags – but some of their garments show the signs of once having been fashionable and expensive. This group fell down on their luck, and hard. The Captain re-boards, along one of the Overseers. The look on the other's face is filled with envy."
 * [ 84 ] Overseers scurry back and forth along the glass tunnel, clumping at the Little Nice end. As they enter Little Nice they remove grimy capes to reveal cheery red and white striped blazers. These are hung up to be collected on their re-entrance to the Bit Between. None seem willing to stop and talk.
 * [ 91 ] \"Are you one of our donors? No? My mistake.\" The Overseer tuts at the list in their hands. \"All our major donors have expressed a wish to see the result of their good works. It's too much to ask that they arrive on time. Bl___y rich b—\" Abruptly aware that you have not moved on, she blanches. \"That... that was a joke. Please don't mention it.\"
 * [ 98 ] \"I'm terribly sorry, I don't have permission to speak with you.\" The Overseer is supervising a small group of workers loading crates onto a locomotive docked alongside your own. They are working slowly; he seems disinclined to rush them.

AfterRevolution

 * [ 0 ] AfterRevolution"

PubChat

 * [ 0 ] \"I enjoy my work here. Count it as a rest, not more work. Could go on longer of course, but I shouldn't complain. Got a thorn embedded in my arm yesterday, this gives it time to heal.\"
 * [ 25 ] \"Have you ever just lain in the grass and looked up? At the Wilderness? There are so many stars – it makes me dizzy, almost. You can't see the sky from Brabazon itself, you know. I'd forgotten what it was like.\"
 * [ 35 ] \"Spent yesterday wrestling – literally wrestling – a begonia. Or it looked like one, at least. Anyway, don't know what was up with it, acting as if it came from the Reach. Quietened down now, thank goodness.\" Is she teasing you? She smiles, but that doesn't help.
 * [ 50 ] \"We've just beer at the moment. A few of us are working on acquiring the taste for it. I'm a cider woman, myself. Though I suppose, in my position, perhaps it's best if I'm not tempted by the beverages?\"
 * [ 60 ] \"Excuse me one moment.\" She darts around the bar to fold a toppling Overseer into his seat. \"Sorry about that. It's as likely to be exhaustion as the booze, and I like to give them the benefit of the doubt.\""
 * [ 75 ] \"Last I saw of my son, he was older than me. That was a... strange sensation, certainly.\" She moves away to pour a pint; no one has ordered one. On her return: \"But you can get used to anything, right? What'll you have?\"
 * [ 85 ] \"I petitioned for this job. Thought we'd get a few more captains in. Wanted to hear tales of far away from here. Can't leave till— Can't leave yet. But I just wanted to hear about them, you know? But seems most are still frightened of the time thing. Pity.\"
 * [ 90 ] \"I won't hear a word said against the new Governor. Life here isn't perfect, but it's a damn sight better. We were naive to think everything could be fixed, just like that.\"

PubDrink

 * [ 0 ] \"...and that's when I realised, I'd been flirting with me own daughter! And there was me thinking I was safe with older women.\" There is a burst of laughter, and stamping of feet. The woman continues. \"Still, we had a lovely reunion, and she appreciated the present anyway. I'll be swapping shifts so I can see her more often, too.\" The crowd 'aww's in delight.
 * [ 10 ] A hush descends on the Knackered Horse. The Governor enters. Drinks are on him tonight. Although, as he says, given all is now owned equally, drinks are technically always on him. Polite laughter follows.
 * [ 25 ] The Overseer is too drunk to do more than blink at you. She frowns, then heads for the pile of blazers in the corner. On the third try she finds one that fits. No one calls out to claim it as theirs. The chap nearest you explains: \"It's not like we own anything, is it?\"
 * [ 40 ] Three Overseers are competing to see how many drinks each can keep down. There are dark mutterings in the corner about waste, but as a gregarious Overseer says, it'll be someone else's turn some day.
 * [ 50 ] \"My first day as an Overseer and I'm already being given drinks. B____y hell! This is the good life.\" Another pats the boy on the shoulder: \"Wait till tomorrow. You're on sewage duty.\" Everyone but the boy chuckles.
 * [ 60 ] \"Homebrew!\" A chorus of groans go around the Hours. \"Again?\" The elderly Observer's eyes are wet with disappointment. \n\n\"Until Her Maj lifts the sanctions, it'll be homebrew for days yet,\" the landlord roars, \"So you'd best learn to enjoy it!\"
 * [ 75 ] \"...so the new Governor. You knew the guv before he was the guv, right?\" All eyes turn to you. \"Has he changed? Was this what he said he wanted? Really wanted? But they're all still st—\" \n\nA more sober Overseer hushes the speaker. \"Of course it is. Isn't this better?\""
 * [ 85 ] A drunk Overseer plops himself down beside you. \"Dunno if I should thank you or punch you, for all you've done here.\" He opts for an awkward hug, before beginning to snore loudly. Eventually, you extract yourself.

Committee

 * [ 0 ] \"I think that Overseers and workers should swap roles every other day.\" \n\n\"I see your point. I disagree. Strongly.\" \n\n\"Because you're scared?\" \n\n\"Of course not. Because we all have specialised roles that benefit from continuous practice.\""
 * [ 10 ] \"Could you up the production of glassware? It's one of our most valuable exports and if we had more money we could fund—\" \n\n\"Fund more booze ups at your little pub? We have heard about it, you know. You could at least invite me if you're going to—\" \n\n\"No, you fool. I thought we could fund a couple of tickets away from here.\"
 * [ 25 ] \"So... have you seen them recently? Your son? He left, left proper, right?\" \n\n\"Yes, and no.\" \n\n\"You saw him or you didn't?\" \n\n\"I— Look, this isn't committee business. It's not like we have time to waste.\"
 * [ 35 ] \"Oh,this is intolerable! We cannot go on like this.\" \n\n\"I could not agree more. Committee! Votes to eject the honourable member from proceedings. He is evidently suffering.\" \n\n\"You can't remove everybody who disagrees with your proposals.\" \n\n\"Oh? Watch me. Votes!\" \n\n\"Oh for goodness' sake. Sorry, Hubert. We'll see about getting you elected again next month.\"
 * [ 40 ] \"Right. So we'll arrange a rotation of younger workworlders into the empty dormitory of Little Nice.\" \n\n\"Why younger? The old ones have less time left. That's hardly fair.\" \n\n\"I thought we wanted to give some a chance. Not remove it from everyone.\" \n\n\"Oh.\"
 * [ 50 ] \"Visiting hours would be good.\" \n\n\"I agree.\" \n\n\"So you'd come down to the w—\" \n\n\"God no. We'll arrange for small groups to come to the Bit Between. Or Little Nice, if we can persuade the Governor. I'm not going down there ever again, if I can help it.\"
 * [ 55 ] \"It's not fraternising.\" \n\n\"No? Then what would you call it, pray tell?\" \n\n\"Excuse me, would you like that last remark to be italicised?\"\n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"For the minutes, you see. It sounded pointed and I have made a very concerted effort to italicise any and all pointed remarks.\" \n\n\"Oh for pity's sake. Good thing we haven't any pressing business to discuss.\" \n\n\"Same question, I'm afraid.\"
 * [ 65 ] \"Compared to how things were before, are you... happy?\" \n\n\"You're honestly asking me that? Whether I'm happy? Of course I'm not. But this isn't about me, is it?\"
 * [ 75 ] \"I have a complaint about the food.\" \n\n\"We all have a complaint about the food.\"
 * [ 85 ] \"Did we come to an agreement on whether the Governor would be attending these sessions?\" \n\n\"I'll check the minutes for last session.\" \n\n\"Oh don't bother. The Governor has given us his answer already in his absence.\"
 * [ 95 ] \"Bronzewood. That's the ticket. If we could establish contact with the camp on Traitor's Wood, or the clever chappies in the Nature Reserve, we'd be in business.\" \n\n\"Still gotta bring it through Albion. Never get past the Ministry's engines.\" \n\n\"Not unless we had a friend on the inside.\" \n\n\"And do we?\" \n\n\"We might. We just might.\"

School

 * [ 0 ] One of the youngest, a particularly grubby looking creature, rushes over to hug your leg. \"'ello,\" he says, shyly. \n\n\"Get back here you manipulative monster!\" calls the Overseer trying to herd them."
 * [ 10 ] An Overseer is escorting a gangly young man away from the school. \"I'm afraid you've outgrown us,\" she is saying. The man hangs his head.\n\n\"Only started shaving Tuesday last,\" he says, mournfully.
 * [ 25 ] The acoustics of the Bit Between seem to have been perfectly designed to amplify the shouts and shrieks of children. It is cacophonous. Fortunately, there is no need for manners – all Overseers present are covering their ears. You join them till the flock has passed.
 * [ 40 ] A clock strikes three: the end of the school day. A stern schoolmistress is saying farewell to her charges. \"I shall see you tomorrow – I mean, well, in a month. Do be good!\"
 * [ 50 ] Two Overseers nearby join you in waving. They plaster false smiles on their faces. Once the children are gone, one says: \"Some of them won't stop crying about the nannies. But the alternative was so much worse. To see your parents wither into old age? They are too young to understand.\"
 * [ 65 ] A group of teenagers startle their schoolmistress. \"Goodness!\", she cries, dropping her chalk. \"I remember you lot when you were running round on scraped knees, like it was just yesterday.\" Her charges do not bother to respond.
 * [ 75 ] A girl at the edge of the group makes eye contact with you. She slowly contorts her face into something grotesque. It's impressive that she can keep walking in a straight line, with her eyes like that. An Overseer near you laughs: \"That one's destined for the circus. I hope she gets there.\"
 * [ 85 ] An Observer is attempting to teach economics. Supply, demand, the trade routes that chain the two together. He demonstrates the theory through arranging the children around the classroom.\n\n\"What are we, sir?\" A small girl asks plaintively. \n\n\"To London, supply. Others would say we supply too little and demand too much.\" He smiles with all of his teeth. \"Others, not enough at all.\"

ChatWithGovernor2

 * [ 0 ] When you come in, the Governor is peering into the mouth of a young worker. \"Ah, you must allow me to explain.\" He gestures to the worker that he may close his mouth. \"Some of the workers have been complaining of searing tooth pain. Some are so bad they're unable to work. I feel there must be something that can be done to relieve it.\"
 * [ 1 ] When you come in, the Governor is peering into the mouth of a young worker. \"Ah, you must allow me to explain.\" He gestures to the worker that he may close his mouth. \"Some of the workers have been complaining of searing tooth pain. Some are so bad they're unable to work. I feel there must be something that can be done to relieve it.\"
 * [ 10 ] Going by the sounds, the Governor is sitting at his desk. He is also remarkably proficient at profanities. He is, however, entirely concealed by stacks of paperwork. \"Whoever you are, you'll just have to go away. I can do nothing else till I've resolved this nonsense.\"
 * [ 20 ] When you enter the front room where the Governor does his official business, he is not there. A note on his desk – in poorly formed cursive – suggests that he will be back 'in a while'. There is no indication of where he might be. While you are reading, he arrives. He looks tired. His hair is dusted with rust-brown motes.
 * [ 30 ] The Governor hastily puts away a handkerchief as you come in. His face is oddly puffy, his eyes red. \"Can I help you?\" When you inquire after his well-being, he dismisses your apparent concern with a wave. \"Time catches up with us all. Well. In my case it caught up with an old friend.\"
 * [ 40 ] The door to his office is shut. There is muffled shouting from inside. \"—don't you think I'm trying? Perhaps one of those lot should try being b____y Governor, then! I—\" An Overseer stands beside you, smiling pointedly. You are seen outside before you can hear any more.
 * [ 50 ] The Governor has his nose buried in a thick book. You have to cough twice before he glances up. \"Oh! Sorry. Completely oblivious. Ha!\" He moves the book out of sight, beneath his desk. \"It's part of a donation from London. I couldn't resist. I'll have the box taken to Brabazon as soon as I've finished.\" He stares pointedly till you leave.
 * [ 60 ] The Governor is sitting opposite an Overseer. She is middle-aged, her russet hair streaked with grey. She is concentrating ferociously on a chess set. \"It's her second game,\" says the Governor conspiratorially. \"Shhh!\" she hushes, briefly oblivious to her status. He smiles avuncularly.
 * [ 70 ] \"What do you think about wine?\" The Governor is considering a recently-empty glass before him. \"I'm not sure I understand all the fuss. Apparently this one tasted like flint. Just tasted like wine to me.\" He raises one eyebrow. \"I suppose that's the kind of thing I shouldn't be admitting.\" He sighs.
 * [ 80 ] An Overseer is sitting at the Governor's desk. \"Please do leave a message with me. The Governor's in the bath. He'll be a while.\" The Overseer's grip on his pencil is rigor mortis-like. It would be safest for both nib, paper and quite possibly the man's hand if you just came back later.
 * [ 90 ] He smiles at you. He looks exhausted. \"It's good to see you. It's good just to spend a moment with someone who saw me in the thick of it.\" He shakes his head. \"Not all of them understand. Think I should be rescuing them, somehow. I'm doing my best – but I can't get the ships to take them away. And then where would they go?\"

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