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| The Mellifluous President | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 287496 |
The Mellifluous President is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
"Hello Captain! Do come in, come in." The Mellifluous President steeples his fingers. On his desk, metal suns suspended from silver frames clack in the breeze. "Now, are you here about work? Or do you consider the term vulgar as well? I send reports back to London, periodically, but we can't be everywhere. So much to do; so little time. Places of particular solar activity will do nicely."
Trigger conditions[]
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
Interactions[]
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| Acquire an invitation to Perdurance
A small stack of invitations to the Half-Light Masque are impaled on a paper spike on his desk. He won't say why he has them, but he will part with one if you can tell him something about the sky he doesn't know.
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An invitation
"Good lord! Really? Well, well." He hands over one of the invitations. The card is elegantly embossed; inscribed with a gold, liquid script. The puncture mark from his paper spike seems like an appalling blemish.
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| Deliver a Port Report from Polmear & Plenty's Inconceivable Circus
"A curious place, to be sure. I have never understood the appeal of clowns."
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The big top
"Nothing has changed? Much as I expected. The astronomers tell me – a very curious stone they have there. If one were to be fanciful, one might wonder if it is commemorative." He folds the lip of your report. "Now, captain, tell me. How are Cuddles and Ruffles getting on?"
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| Deliver a Port Report from the Clockwork Sun
"We would be very interested in information concerning our beloved star."
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Sic transit gloria mundi
The Mellifluous President folds up your report neatly and tosses it into the fire raging in the hearth. A bead of nervous sweat courses down his forehead as he watches it carefully, not looking away until it is ash. "I see. Very good, captain. Very good."
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| Deliver a Port Report from the House of Rods and Chains
"We would receive any information you have with avid pleasure."
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A fallen angel
The Mellifluous President sighs with gusto. "A sad affair. Like dropping half a hot cross bun in one's ash tray. But!" He crumples your report in his hand. "Instructive. Not all patients survive their physician, eh? And not all doctors prescribe the best medicine."
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| Deliver a Port Report from the Clockwork Sun
"We would be very interested in information concerning our beloved star."
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The sun's secrets
The Mellifluous President reads your report, re-reads it, then re-re-reads it, his expression darkening further each time.
"I see." He throws the report in the fire, dabs his forehead with a handkerchief, and retrieves a bottle of whiskey from his desk drawer. "Oh dear," he says, pouring himself a generous helping. "I suppose this evening I shall have to make a report of my own."
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| The President clears his throat
"I hear you were in a spot of solar bother." He nods out the window at the sun gleaming dully above.
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Friends in high places
"I occasionally advise the highest tiers of government on matters pertaining to the Sun." The President attempts not to look too pleased with himself, and fails appallingly. "They wished me to convey you a message."
"The bigwigs were at a deadlock over how to react to the Steward's experiment. The stability she offered, if her gambit paid off, was sorely tempting." "But fortunately for you, it seems they decided it was too risky, and they're grateful to you for persuading her to abandon her ambitions. These are the kind of fellows whose gratitude is worth more than any number of sovereigns." |
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| Bid him goodbye
"Cheerio!"
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 The Royal Society
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