By the glowing gas mantles of the lamplit street a small crowd of curious onlookers is gathering around the congested turnpike accident and the side alley, though the more inquisitive passersby are being pushed back by a few constables at the alleyway cordon. There is a morbid air of festivity amongst the onlookers, who do not seem overly concerned by the spectacle of the accident or the authorities of Lanthorn Yard; you can even see some zoetropes and street vendors circling amongst them.
>Rap the interior ceiling of the brougham, your carriage: Drive on; this does not concern me. (QM: Order the Coachman Enoch Lusk to find a way around this accident. Where to?)>>5692385>Alight from your carriage and venture into the lively gathered crowd by the overturned carriage. Perhaps examine some of these zoetropes? Did anyone see what happened? >Push against the inquisitive throng of onlookers near the alleyway and the blocked cordon of the Constabulary.>Brandish your Magnifying Glass and Silver Constabulary Badge at the cordon: Make way, make way! What has occurred here? Does my eye look Very Big? Very Big, you say?>>5684337>>5687726>Something else...? Write-in 