Worlebury-juxta-Mare

 is a port in the outer circle of Albion, located in the same segment as Perdurance.

=Log Entries= A colourful constellation gleams in the window: the gaudy lights bedecking a seaside town. The sea of mist is white and thick as lamb's wool. ''"Wouldn't mind calling at Worlebury," a crewman declares. "Won two bob at the hook-a-rat stall there, once."''

''A delighted crewman expresses the thought that nobody could be miserable at Worlebury. The Signalman sighs.'' Incognito Princess: "How quaint. I hope the dress code does not mean I cannot identify the commoners." Inconvenient Aunt: "Let's stop at Worlebury - a chance to stretch our legs, smell the mist-breeze." ''The Aunt scowls. "I always thought the mists here were overrated. Attractive – but nothing else."'' ''The Fortunate Navigator wishes to go to the seaside. He also wishes for candy-floss, a donkey ride and a week's shore leave.'' ''The Incautious Driver smiles. "Came here once. Convalescence. Didn't work. But I liked the apples."'' ''The Rat Brigade pools its money for beach-side snacks. Candyfloss! Toffee apples! Mysterious meat!'' ''The Repentant Devil looks thoughtful. "We could have fun here." His definition might not match yours.''

=Palace Pier= ''Workers in neat uniforms guide your locomotive to rest. Tourist engines rest alongside trading engines; crews trade gossip and delicacies. Signs in block capitals make abundantly clear that this is a place for pleasure.''

The Mists of Worlebury
''Fog rises from below, seeping through the wooden slats of the dock. The crowds waiting in the queue begin to sing; a watery, ululating tune of no discernible melody.''

Trigger conditions

Date ≥ An Opportunity in Worlebury-juxta-Mare, An Opportunity in Worlebury-juxta-Mare ≥ 1

Interactions

Welcome to Worlebury-juxta-Mare
''Worlebury-juxta-Mare dazzles like a Fabergé egg, lamp-lit, rich brass and Britain in baroque. In the distance, carnival music mixes with faint cheering. A queue twists and snarls along the dock. Visitors are not allowed to just stroll into the port. They must be admitted.''

''Every fortnight, the Bureau of Entertainments holds a lottery to give out a number of pauper's passes which grant free admittance. The queue for these is long, but it's not the only way into the port.''

Interactions

Clothes for the Promenade
"The Couturier is exquisitely attired: burgundy tailcoat, cravat, brocaded vest in iron and ink, breeches, boots, and a smile like a shark. Periodically, he checks a brass pocket watch, while his grin lengthens and diminishes in turns. He is here to supervise the attire of new visitors to the port. In Worlebury, everyone dresses up in the heady styles of fifty years ago. The Bureau of Entertainments provides suitable attire for all visitors. What article of clothing are you going to base your choice of outfit around? " ''Game note: Your choice of outfit has no impact on the port. It is merely an outlet for your whimsy. ''

Trigger conditions

Attired for Worlebury-juxta-Mare ≤ 0,

Interactions

Worlebury-juxta-Mare
"Worlebury-juxta-Mare is precisely like every other weekend destination: shabbier than advertised and bristling with ways to spend more money than intended. Worlebury Weirdness(meta)"

Interactions

The Off Season
''Worlebury-juxta-Mare has become a corpse. The run-down bones of its forgotten attractions swarm with bedraggled men and women, all armed with cleaning equipment. This is where the workers of Worlebury live and labour to create the gaudy frontage seen by tourists. The beach is now a decaying mess – visited only by the cultists who attend the chapel there. To linger here, you'll need to work. But labour is poorly paid – take other workers' jobs too often, and they'll firmly encourage you to depart.''

Interactions

=Shops=