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TrashQM ID:pBl/nujl Sun 13 Oct 2024 18:58:29 No.6122334 View View Report

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Lurking in a half-shadowed corner of the common room, empty, still and barely lit on account of the hour, you wring your wits to muster up some stratagem, some explanation to get you through the keeper of the house. Claiming your - no, Wilhelmina's father - had taken rooms here for himself, you and his attendants was enough to get you through Nasturtium and the night-grooms. But how could such a fable to pass here? Even if your luck was running white enough that the keeper believed you, he'd still want your father's name, or to know what room he took, and that is something that you simply cannot lie your way - damn it, you keep doing it. Wilhelmina's father. Not yours. Pattern's Peace, you have to keep it square and plumb. If you are conflating, confusing the issue - then who is to say that you don't accidentally let something slip, or miss an important cue, or ... oh, Maker's Mercy, you are too tired to be doing any of this right now. Now that the shock from ruining the Hide-Eyes Glamour has worn off, you feel <span class="mu-i">more</span> tired than you were before the nap in the stage, not less. To tell it true, you are at the point that if you were able to somehow talk your way into a room here, you would give serious thought to actually sleeping there for the night, as opposed to sneaking back into the Midden, as you had intended.

What little food you took at Nasturtium's table is not sitting gently, and you as you try to focus again on thinking up a lie you have to stop yourself from jumping at the intermittent groan or creak from the building above. Even half-asleep, you are a bundle of nerves alight. And you have a rather good idea why; you know that you aren't going to be able to swing this. You just aren't. Not in the state you are in, and perhaps not even at top form. There are some lies that you just cannot sell. That no one could sell. Here and now, with the width and breadth of your Thread, you feel that this must be one of them. But for the life of you, you cannot think of anything better! What could you say? What possibly could excuse a woman - with a stage and team but without a chaperone or anyone else to accompany her? You ... you don't know. You'd certainly like to think that there is something, that you haven't buried yourself ... think, Perdition, think!

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TrashQM ID:iVYp2XLx Wed 17 Jul 2024 06:09:17 No.6060469 View View Report

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>>6059570
>>6059570
>>6059570

The Graverobber's Daughter continues! Chlotsuintha, having been tempted into remaining at the table by the prospect of a hearty snack, finds herself supping on regrets instead! She is currently the subject of not one but two conversations; the one she is party to is dangerous to the tenuously thin identity she wove of old memories, whole-cloth and moonbeams, and the one she is not party to is dangerous to her equally tenuously thin acceptance at this uncommonly late dinner.

We are looking for a tie-breaker again; we've been deadlocked 1-1-1 for nearly seven hours. Though I should say that as I am going to bed now, any update would be later today.

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TrashQM ID:RZ9/02ZS Tue 16 Jul 2024 03:55:37 No.6059570 View View Report

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Were you not under so much attention at the moment, you would be sorely tempted to swear at yourself under your breath. Everything was fine - or as close to fine as you were like to get under the circumstances - until you had to open your fat, stupid mouth. And you are not entirely sure, but you feel as if the site of your Hide-Eyes Scarification Glyph is warming up again - though that might just be a combination of stress and the fact that this dress is thicker, and thus necessarily warmer than either the domestic dresses you bought or the hooded canvas hodgepodges you made for yourself. Fighting the urge to fidget, or to look down at your bundle, where it languishes at your feet, you grasp desperately for a quick, polite and above-all conversation ending response. Silence would certainly be quick, and it would certainly end the conversation - but it in no way would be polite. Would it be rude enough to be commented on, to give offense? Perhaps. But what really speaks against it is that someone raised as Wilhelmina would have been would never come to employ it here, at least, based on your ken of her sort. To be sure, someone raised as Wilhelmina presumably was would never have been out so late, but by any measure, a foundation with twice the flaws as another is twice as worse.

So then, there needs to be an actual, spoken answer. By your recollection of what you poured into Sulphreme's ears, you ... think you might have said that he was being seen. You are long leagues from certainty though. Perhaps you merely implied it, but implicit or explicit, it would hold water. But you aren't sure. What if you were caught in a lie? Would Sulphreme confront you about it? Probably not; and if he did, you might be able to wave it away by saying you didn't want everyone else to worry about him, or think him feeble, or something like that. You have managed to lie to the man before ... though you had given the man no indication to believe that you were lying to him. No, you cannot in any way, in any capacity underestimate this man - or overestimate yourself. The intelligent thing - or at least, your lamed-brain conception of the intelligent thing - would be to only lie in his presence when the truth is more dangerous than he is. And of course, by truth, you really mean 'established and unchallenged lie'. To that point, you should side-step the question entirely, claiming that your - that Wilhelmina's father, rather - is of ... an uncommon mind. Unsure of how to parse and phrase it tactfully, and well-aware that the question has lingered unanswered overlong, you throw out what comes to the tip of your tongue.

"I'm ... not sure if he'd want me speaking about such matters so publicly."

You can plainly see that does not go over without some confusion, but perhaps that -

"It's nothing serious, the man had a rough go of the crossing, that's all."

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TrashQM ID:vmXyofjz Fri 22 Mar 2024 17:42:54 No.5958041 View View Report

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>>5957520
I will allow this write in.

>>5957737
I will allow this write in, but I will point out that as far as Chlotsuintha knows, she will be able to take delivery of her coach with nothing more than its Patent (title) and a bill of sale. Furthermore, if a Family Patent was required to take possession of the coach, Chlotsuintha has no reason to believe that she would need to show him the Master Family Patent, as one would - as you pointed out - expect it to be elsewhere. In Chlotsuintha's estimation, a Personal Family Patent should be sufficient.

>>5957740
> Family patent needed to ride on thoroughfares
Named and Billeted Subjects can invoke the privilege of Travel, yes. There are other permissions for the Thoroughfares, but the most appropriate and easiest to falsify would be the Personal Family Patent.

> Unpatented subjects need transit papers
Subjects without family names - and therefore Family Patents cannot invoke the privilege of Travel, as they are bound to Land and Liege (or Authority). Transit Papers can be drawn up to allow Basal Subjects to Travel. The Liege (or Authority) can also allow for Movement, or order Transposition for populations.

> Tollman do not typically check coach patent (title) or bill of sale
Yes. Once the right or privilege to Travel has been established, typically the only thing that a Toll-Man is interested in is collecting the Toll (and duties, etc. when called for).

> Need family patent to pick up the coach
Not necessarily. Chlotsuintha already has the Patent for the coach (the title) and a bill of sale. That, paired with her remarkable appearance and the exceptional circumstances of the transaction might be enough. Or it might not. Depends on who is running the Coaching house when she gets there.

> Family patent corresponds to bill of sale and title to coach
Well, neither of the Family Patents have been forged yet, but yes, the names should match up.

> Family patents mention family members
Yes; parents and grandparents

> Family patents are kept by holder
Personal Family Patents are kept by the person that they were writ for. Master Family Patents of Named but Untitled Subjects are maintained by the head of the family, but kept by his Liege. Changes with the family are reported by the head, and the Master Family Patent is updated by the keeper.

> Family patents are recorded but only on file in port of residence
Personal Family Patents are kept on the person, much like an identification card would be today. The individual they were written for reports necessary changes to their Liege (or rather, his clerks) and the head of their family. The clerks update the Personal Family Patent, while the head of the family is responsible for having the Master Family Patent updated.

> The Dremen family are allegedly new arrivals to Outremer
Yes, this is true. The Personal Family Patent could reflect this by having an entry for Transport.

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TrashQM ID:TPDAwIdN Thu 25 Jan 2024 04:59:00 No.5902965 View View Report

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> What is the Devouring Lotus anyway Trash?
The Devouring Lotus were - or are? - Mysteriously Armed armies that invaded the Old World in antiquity, well before the Estrangement. They were led by cohorts and bands of War-Witches and with abilities well beyond the local practitioners of the period. No one had ever seen or heard of them before, but they managed to nearly conquer all of the territory that would eventually become the Empire in a matter of <span class="mu-i">weeks</span> before abruptly and inexplicably abandoning their conquests, leaving behind all manner of Armament and Constructs in their rush back over the horizon. While they have never returned, it is believed that they are responsible for the Confoundment - an almost certainly Mysterious phenomenon that prevents attempts at navigating the open western waters of the Ultimate Ocean by addling, confusing, maddening, enraging and even physically attacking would-be navigators. As the Confoundment remains as strong as ever, some hold that the Devouring Lotus are still out there - while others contend that as they have probably been killed off by the Strangeness, the Confoundment is just another one of their leavings that those in the Old World must deal with.

>>5902738
> I don’t think it’s 10, the last reference of time was around the 20th hour, or 8 o’clock.
As per 5891971 in the previous thread, Chlotsuintha believes that it could potentially be after the twenty-first hour

Considering how important this vote is, I am going to leave it up overnight. Also, I still haven't closed the votes on the books, so if you haven't voted for those, please do that as well.

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TrashQM ID:Sh2n9YQs Mon 19 Jun 2023 04:11:30 No.5691225 View View Report

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Before you can completely make up your mind on the matter however, the clerk returns.

“If you will come with me, the, er, Master of the house will see you straight-away.”

The doorway and the hallway beyond it are a bit of a struggle, but you manage to get through – though by the end of it, your left arm feels fit to fall right off from all of the jostling and shuffling. In spite of this, you are able to keep yourself composed as you are led into a small but fastidiously kept office and introduced to the livery owner - or as you have referred to him, the Master of the house - a keen-eyed middle-aged man, with the patented name of Nasturtium. He offers you a seat, which you slide into cautiously. Once it is clear that your dress has not taken any damage, you relax just enough to take a breath before plowing on.

“Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Goodman Nasturtium.”

You are taking a bit of a gamble with your address of him here, but you have no reason to believe that he has any titles to his name – and as he isn't objecting you'd say that you haven't offered any unintended offense. You continue -

“Would I be correct in assuming that your man out front explained my purpose here?”

“Yes, he did. Your father is looking to purchase a coach and team.”

“Yes. He'd be here himself, were he not recovering from a rough crossing.”

“He just arrived in Outremer?”

Oh, you can see where this one is going. You'll have the nip this in the bud and fast.

“Yes, along with me and two of father's menservants. To tell the truth, they all took ill.”

“Well, then it is my hope that they have a speedy recovery. You seem well though.”

“Er, yes. I'm larger than them, after all.”

What … what are you even saying, you fraying idiot? Nasturtium seem as confused as you are by that asinine, senseless statement … but luckily has the good grace not to question your stupidity. Man alive, you need sleep. Whatever respite that nap at Cassandra's bought you is wearing thin already.

“No doubt some of his illness is borne out of stress. You see, father has come to the Principalities to act the Executor of his late uncle's will. Actually … well, suffice to say, in addition to certain matters and affairs that still need to be settled, father expects that there will be probate proceedings, in several different provinces. Which means different courts and possibly different sets of laws. It is shaping up to be a real mess, to be quite frank.”

You know even less of the language of law than the language of trade … except for the bits of law that pertain to inheritance. You have learned quite a bit, standing in procession at funerals and attending to the various Sextons of the Mount.

“Oh, that sounds terrible. “

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