The weather was about the same today as it was yesterday, although from the sound of giggling and hooves clopping around to be heard on the Amazons' side of the river, some of the young centaurs must have been over visiting with Ephiny and her son Xenon. Nice weather wasn't stopping Solari from putting the younger Amazons through their weapons ( Read more... )

Wasn't the bright sunshine and very, very pre-industrial fresh air going to be a refreshing change after London Below ( Read more... )

There was time for either a bit of a lie-in or a hearty traditional English Breakfast (with leftover Yorkshire Puddings as well), but not both, because the trip to the location of the arriving portal was going to take a bit of effort.

[OOC: Last London Below post! Open, and the trip to the portal is open for any of our NPCs if so desired as well ( Read more... )

If the House Without Doors actually had rooms that connected to each other and shared airflow, the whole place would smell delicious today instead of just the kitchen and dining room, because Ingress is cooking roast beef with Yorkshire puddings.

Oh, fine, tinned beef with Yorkshire puddings.

[Open! Last full day in London Below. There will be a ( Read more... )

Forecast for today: no more pea-souper fogs. Please.

Advice for today: stay the hell away from the girls in black dresses. Please.

[OOC: is open! Chat which I won't be in until tonight is fhbelow.]

The plan for today, for anyone who felt like exploring, was a choice of options ( Read more... )

There was another Floating Market tonight, so today might not be the best to stuff yourself on Hob-Nobs and roast probably-chicken beforehand. Just your traveler's advisory for the day.

[OOC: For business, she is open!]

Weather Report for London Below: cool, dark, and tunnely. Funny, that.

[OOC: Open! Ping in OOC for your happy floating NPCs, and chat is fhbelow.]

The weather forecast was... dark and cool, as you might expect when you're mostly underground. Inside the House With No Doors, there was light, of course, if hanging around there was more to your taste than adventuring.

[OOC: Open for business! Chat is once again in fhbelow.]

A walk through dark and disused passages - some of them with rails and some of them smelling like they might be part of an entirely different system of tunnels - eventually leads up and out to the surface, if you can say that about a blind alley with both ends blocked off, one by a brick wall and one by a web of police tape ( Read more... )