The Brabazon Workworld

 is a port in the outer circle of Albion, located in the same segment as The Floating Parliament. The Albion-Reach Transit Relay is located very near to this port.

=Log Entries= ''Listen: the roar of a workworld's factories. A leviathan of industry.'' The air smells of iron and sweat and misery. ''The sky smells of smog and furnace-fires. You near the workworld - where debtors, the poor, and the sick are put to use.''

Incautious Driver: "My father helped pay for this place. I wonder if he ever visited it." Incognito Princess: "The people at Brabazon should stop complaining. Miserable? Move somewhere else." Repentant Devil: "Brabazon! Such efficiency! Such moral apathy! My people should be taking notes." The Eccentric cranes from a window, trying to take in the immensity of Brabazon's great machines. ''The Inconvenient Aunt looks up from her newspaper. "Brabazon, unhappy? No work ethic, your generation."'' The Rat Brigade peers down at the factory, looking for even a hint of greenery. ''Your Inadvisedly Big Dog is despondent. Its attempts to befriend your Blemmigan Voyager were met with a spray of caustic froth from the irritable mushroom.'' "Dear God," the Fatalistic Signalman breathes, as he takes in the extent of the workworld. ''"Imagine living out a mayfly's span, and never seeing the sky." The Vagabond shudders.'' ''"They employ Clay Men for the hardest labour," says the Clay Conductor. "As though our value is only in our work."''

=The Bit Between= ''The officials of Brabazon never bothered to formally name its waypoint. Captains dock here to pick up goods or deliver workers. It is not a place to linger, because of the proximity to the accelerated time of the workworld.''

The Last Day
''A horn blares. The factory doors creak open. Those Workworlders lucky enough to have reached the end of their service blink in the light of freedom. They were young when they first arrived. Now their skin is calloused and wrinkled; aged not only by hard labour, but the slow-burning light of the Clockwork Sun.''

Trigger conditions

Date ≥ An Opportunity at the Brabazon Workworld, An Opportunity at the Brabazon Workworld ≥ 1

Interactions

The Bit Between
''Brabazon Workworld: the first workworld to be established in Albion. Working here, debtors can escape prison; they remain till their debts are repaid and a ticket away has been funded. The primary industry is that of hours processing, which has the side effect of accelerating time on the workworld surface. The dock is between Brabazon Workworld and Little Nice – where the more privileged overseers reside. The dock is, for captains' sake, nearer Little Nice than the workworld. Unexpected ageing would deter even the greediest captain from arriving. ''

Trigger conditions

Uprising Lock ≤ 0,

Interactions

Little Nice
''Little Nice is entirely charming. It is populated with carefully unique houses, painted in a curated array of colours. Overseers in striped blazers tend the topiary and maintain the paintwork. Behind a water feature bustling with cherubs is a cottage with an out of place little tower. This is the home of the Governor of Brabazon.''

Interactions

Preparations for the Workworld
''The tour leader hands out thick cloaks. "To keep off the smut." The group covers itself. The hood lends one woman, with her hair coiled up high on her head, an awkward shape and unexpected height. Satisfied, the tour leader begins a briefing. ''

Trigger conditions

On World ≥ 1

Interactions

The Backstreets of Brabazon Workworld
''The shanties are pressed close together. There are no more streets – only cramped alleys. Their few windows are clogged with filth. Grimy workers trudge from work to home, eating as they go. Time is precious here: minutes not spent at work are given to sleep.''

Trigger conditions

Time as Measured by a Carriage Clock ≥ 10

Interactions

A Post Unrest Uprising
"Unrest at Brabazon(Revolt)"

Trigger conditions

Unrest at Brabazon ≥ 100 Currently Uprising ≥ 2

Interactions

The Headquarters
"A Eternal Uprest(LeaderDescription) man grins at you over a desk littered with documents. Some are criss-crossed with scrawled notes, others are pristine and freshly inked. The faintly-bearded youth has a beatific smile."Our leader, "

Trigger conditions

Time as Measured by a Carriage Clock ≥ 10

Interactions

A Small Kitchen
''The Overseer is sitting by the stove, waiting for the kettle to boil. He has two cups out – was he expecting you to follow him in? ''

Trigger conditions

On World ≤ 0,

Interactions

Industrial Unrest!
"Progress of an Uprising(Revolution)"

Trigger conditions

Progress of an Uprising ≥ 50 ≤ 200, Uprising Lock ≥ 1 ≤ 1,

Interactions

Recruit the Clay Conductor
''A hulking Clay Man in a heavy coat stands on the platform. The Clay Men were an underclass in old London; very few of them came to the skies. This one holds an urn to his chest. "You're a captain; you can perform funeral rites," he says, nodding to the urn in his arms. "Then I want to travel." He pauses for a long moment, and then, as if feeling something more might be expected. "I could help out on your engine."''

Trigger conditions

In Possession of a Clay Conductor ≤ 0, Learning about the Clay Conductor ≤ 0, Clay Conductor and Copper Companion ≤ 0, Caring Companion ≤ 0,

Interactions

=Shops=