Feb 11, 2009 19:07
That run of curses was utterly chaotic, and of course it had to follow on the heels of significant damage to the laboratory space that I've claimed. The fire damage isn't dissimilar to the sort of damage we were trying to inflict upon the carousel, and I believe I can safely say that it was the City's way of avenging itself. (If not, it was a bizarre and highly unlikely coincidence.) If the other levels of the laboratory could only be accessed, I would simply up and move.
In sum: The clock cannot be accessed via the carousel, and the City dislikes having explosives lobbed at it.
At least we tried something new, though.
I suppose we can expect some kind of horrific curse for Valentine's Day? Incidentally, there have been eleven Saint Valentines recognized by the Church, and not a single one of them had a thing to do with romance. Really, there's nothing romantic about martyrdom. I blame the entire holiday as it has come to be on Chaucer.
I have a question, for anyone who wouldn't mind answering it. How many people in the City are entirely unattached--no family, no friends from their own worlds, no firmly established relationships within the City? Don't bother asking me why I want to know. By now, you ought to have realized that asking questions solely out of curiosity is a hobby of mine.
no regrets,
clock,
nosy,
family matters,
valentine's day,
laboratory,
city,
carousel,
curses,
explosives don't solve every problem