Sticky: Fallen London 'Verse -- Masterpost

[frith_in_thorns]

By Internal Chronology

A Boat Trip — frith_in_thorns — Peter is temporarily dead. Neal thinks he should have some company. 1550 words.

The Search for Sleep — sholio — Sleeping down here isn't easy. It helps to have a friend to look out for you. 1200 words.

Into the Wastes — sholio — Elizabeth didn't normally come around the Flit ... 4000 words.

A Game of Croquet — frith_in_thorns — Croquet is a genteel sport. Conversations, on the other hand, are open to cheating. 1500 words.

An Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow — sholio — "Look, Peter," El said. "Neal cleared our path for us. Isn't that nice?" 700 words.

The Taste of Lacre — frith_in_thorns — It's not a good idea to stay out in the lacre for too long. 1000 words.

A Matter of Spiders — frith_in_thorns — Someone is trying to kill Diana. 1800 words.

A Scholar of the Correspondence — frith_in_thorns — "It's an exciting scientific discovery," Neal says, following Peter's eyes. "We were lucky enough to be able to save some of the evidence." // "By which you mean, the lead plaques which have not yet spontaneously burst into flames." 2700 words.

Thefts of Particular Character — frith_in_thorns — If you’re in need of particular items, you could go shopping. But who does that? (Or: Five times a heist went as planned, and one time it didn’t.) 6400 words.

Fair Zailing — frith_in_thorns — It's a long voyage across the broad unterzee. 1800 words.

A Procession to the Cliff-top — sholio — How could such a lovely, bucolic island with such friendly inhabitants be dangerous? 1500 words.

Your Overcoat Wishes You Ruin — sholio — Peter hates Polythreme, and can't figure out why his wife and Neal like it so much. 800 words.

An Infernal Contract — sholio — This is what comes of flirting with devils. 2000 words.

Jack-of-Smiles — frith_in_thorns — The knife is in his hand and it tells him his name. Tells him to let no one get in his way. 2300 words.



By Posting Date (oldest first)

A Boat Trip — frith_in_thorns — Peter is temporarily dead. Neal thinks he should have some company. 08/01/13

A Game of Croquet — frith_in_thorns — Croquet is a genteel sport. Conversations, on the other hand, are open to cheating. 28/01/13

The Search for Sleep — sholio — Sleeping down here isn't easy. It helps to have a friend to look out for you. 28/01/13

An Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow — sholio — "Look, Peter," El said. "Neal cleared our path for us. Isn't that nice?" 28/01/13

Jack-of-Smiles — frith_in_thorns — The knife is in his hand and it tells him his name. Tells him to let no one get in his way. 05/02/13

The Taste of Lacre — frith_in_thorns — It's not a good idea to stay out in the lacre for too long. 13/02/13

An Infernal Contract — sholio — This is what comes of flirting with devils. 13/02/13

Your Overcoat Wishes You Ruin — sholio — Peter hates Polythreme, and can't figure out why his wife and Neal like it so much. 14/02/13

Fair Zailing — frith_in_thorns — It's a long voyage across the broad unterzee. 17/02/13

Into the Wastes — sholio — Elizabeth didn't normally come around the Flit ... 28/03/13

A Procession to the Cliff-top — sholio — How could such a lovely, bucolic island with such friendly inhabitants be dangerous? 31/03/13

A Scholar of the Correspondence — frith_in_thorns — "It's an exciting scientific discovery," Neal says, following Peter's eyes. "We were lucky enough to be able to save some of the evidence." // "By which you mean, the lead plaques which have not yet spontaneously burst into flames." 07/04/13

Thefts of Particular Character — frith_in_thorns — If you’re in need of particular items, you could go shopping. But who does that? (Or: Five times a heist went as planned, and one time it didn’t.) 13/05/13

A Matter of Spiders — frith_in_thorns — Someone is trying to kill Diana. 19/11/13