Remedial Activity

 is considered a WARNINGWARNING in Sunless Skies.

Circumstance description
"You have contracted the services of Magdalene' House of Small Comfort."

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

Interaction description
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 * [ 1 ] You are being treated for the miseries of your solitude.
 * [ 2 ] You are being treated for the guilt you harbour.
 * [ 3 ] You are being treated for the flaw in your heart.
 * [ 4 ] You are being treated for the ennui that clouds your spirit.

Variable Interaction description
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Old Flame

 * [ 0 ] Old Flame
 * [ 1 ] The room has been decorated as you remember it. The old headboard that creaked at inopportune moments. The stuffed animal remains sat on the bedside cabinet, even more threadbare than before. \n\nThey are sat in the old wicker chair by the fire. They stand to greet you, taking your head in their hands, that are just a little more lined than you recall. Two glasses have been poured. A carafe stands at the side, waiting for you to indulge as much or as little as you please.
 * [ 2 ] The room is as you left it that last time. They are stood, cigar in hand, facing the window where you left them. The smoke has stained the glass thunder grey. They turn as you shut the door. Is that a list in their hand? They have been waiting some time for this.
 * [ 3 ] Is that the chair where you—? Is that the picture you drew after—? All is exactly as you remember, a simulacrum perfect to the finest detail. \n\nThey are watching you warily, all the gathered apparatus of your vice laid out before them. Their hand wavers. They smile as you close the door. A return? Or a release?
 * [ 4 ] The room is dark and shrouded. Only a few brief candles outline their silhouette before the bed. Their hand meets yours in the darkness, as they guide you to the window. \n\n\"Let me tell you of all that I have done since we parted.\" Their quick breath fogs the glass as they roll out a fabricated but plausible litany of the years that have divided you."

Boring person

 * [ 0 ] Boring person
 * [ 1 ] You remember the gentleman from when you passed him in New Winchester. He had accosted you with the newspaper and an invitation to assist him with the crossword. He had many regrettable political opinions. \n\nHe is here now, and, oh look, he has brought the crossword, dated from that very day. He smiles eagerly as he hands you a sharpened pencil.
 * [ 2 ] You recognise the lady as soon as you enter the room. She had been serving soup at the Round Table or some even lowlier establishment beneath the bridges of New Winchester. Had you made a cutting remark? Perhaps you were less than complimentary about the soup. \n\nWell, no matter; for here she is now, armed with tureens for you to sample. A stained bar-stool has been provided for your comfort.
 * [ 3 ] You think you shared a cabin with this gentleman once, on the long ride to New Winchester. A fussy gentleman with an abominable hat and a dreadful habit of correcting your grammar. He's here now, with his awful moustache and a leaden pencil. \n\nIt appears he made quite a catalogue of your vices in the short time you shared. He has developed Opinions. The door closes behind you, just as the gentleman is opening his briefcase to bring out his lists.
 * [ 4 ] A dreadful old woman you once snubbed at a party on New Winchester is waiting in the room. Were it not for the windows you could believe London had never risen to the stars. Victoria and the Prince Consort glower from every wall. The tea is from Fallen London, as is the conversation. \n\nShe has scrupulously avoided contact with all elements of the Wilderness. Her concerns are parochial, her interests solipsistic. She delights in regaling you with the happiness this has given her. "

Crewman

 * [ 0 ] Crewman
 * [ 1 ] Her eyes light up as you enter the room. It looks just like a bunk on your engine. She's laid out the tea, just how you liked it. When did you lose her again? Was it an accident? Did you part ways on the Isambard line? You can't remember, and she's good enough not to mention it. \n\nInstead she talks of former times, of old friends remembered, older jokes shared. It is only hours after that you remember what happened to her.
 * [ 2 ] He is waiting in the shadows of a room laid out like the mess hall of your locomotive. His fingers tremble on the railing. The rancour in his eyes is exactly as you remember. \n\nWhat did you say that day? What did you do? There is no hiding from that gaze. No illusion survives contact with the weight of that loathing. He does not speak once.
 * [ 3 ] Your old companion in vice is inside, shackled in a room which resembles one of the Midnight Cells. He sighs and explains this is where all that trouble got him. \n\nHe begs you to listen to the old stories, one last time. \"I couldn't have done it without you, captain,\" he says, apparently entirely sincerely. The talk seems to have cheered him up immensely.
 * [ 4 ] She is waiting for you at her old desk in her cabin. She had attained a position of some seniority on your engine before circumstances severed you. \n\nShe leans forward to embrace you, before offering a green-leather seat. Her mouth quirks, accentuating the scarring on her face. \"Now, I'm told you're feeling a little tired of life among the stars…\"

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