Port-à-Lucine - Quartier Ouvrier

[Siobhan]

Candles are placed along the back hallways of the Ouvrier, illuminating a passage.

// OOC: Starting soon!

Announcing the Penthouse Library

We welcome all free thinkers and community minded residents of our Republique to an open discussion at the Penthouse Library, upon the topic of "Alternative Compliance".

This esteemed establishment has received great acclaim (by the local mice) whose cacophonous chitters of glee at the activity in our kitchen are the talk of the hidden highway.

Informal Dress Required
No admittance to fine suits or fancy dresses

Penthouse, Worker's Lodge, Ouvrier
~ Common Questions, tempered by Common Sense ~

// OOC: Apr 3rd, 5pm EST countdown

[RedMoney]

Not long after the fashion contest ends, Rithwarian Luelana is seen delivery a large shipment of well made hoods and cloaks to the Hospice of Hala.

[The Shepherd]

In the night, one of the wandering waifs of the Quartier has disappeared. This likely doesn't attract much attention.

[Kleomenes]

"Blue" blood splashes the cobbles as Maitre Emeric Desrosiers, Second Grandson to the Marquis de Valey, limps from amidst the alleys one dawn. Burned, and bearing a deep wound to his side that he clutches with one hand, he walks with determination in his gaze towards the Gendarmerie, a bag filled with ominous round objects in the other. Whatever transpired overnight has made this nobleman's visit to the slum remarkably public.

[DM Indolence]

Shouts of "thief" from the Quartier Publique initiate a foot chase and a running exchange of gunfire which ends in the Quartier Ouvrier. A hooded figure pursued by a pair of Gendarmes vanishes into the tangle of ramshackle buildings and the warrens beneath. Not long after, a diminutive voice is heard shouting accusations, calling the Gendarmes murderers, killers, and worse. The city's defenders break off their investigation, returning to the safety of the Quartier Savant, a small body in arms.

[The Shepherd]

A painting of a black Shepherd's crook is left casually leaned up against a wall. The disappearance of Ouvrier waifs, which seemed to have been happening at least once a night for a couple weeks, seems to have stopped.

[Siobhan]

PENTHOUSE LIBRARY
now accepting contributions


Welcoming the Obscure, the Forgotten, and the Bizarre.
Fiction, History, Periodicals, Poetry.

Clever Pseudonyms Encouraged.

A mailslot is installed into the the locked door in the Worker's Lodge (( //OOC: PM contributions to Siobhan ))

[cheese tornado]

A recent addition to the hospice of the Sisters of Compassion, Marissa's perhaps familiar veil and robe could be seen pottering around the Ouvrier. She hangs out laundry, finding purchase in whatever scant sunlight filters down through the clouds. She tends to bundles of drying herbs, scrubs pots and pans and guides patients to empty beds for succor and rest. Though the work she undertakes appears to be menial and base-level, she offered no complaint, or showed any sign of protest or disgruntlement.

[Steam and Metal]

[Candlelight shines through the abandoned front offices of L'Atelier du Progrès, perhaps for the first time in many years. Sometimes, there can even be heard the whirring of machinery by passersby.]

[The Shepherd]

A pack of bodies is left strewn in the Ouvrier, thugs and waifs alike, as they seemed to have been shown no gentleness or remorse. Most horrifyingly, the bodies seem to have had chunks of flesh torn from them, as if eaten by some kind of feral animal.

[Philos]

The sounds of hammers and saws can be heard coming from the offices of L'Atelier du Progrès. It appears as though some entrepreneur intends to use the location as a store front of some sort. In the narrow walkways outside the location, a pair of signs seem to have sprung up reading "du Quesne Pistol and Powder: Coming Soon!"

[herkles]

The Souragnian Noble Voodan and Actress, Josephine Perigord, is seen coming to the Halan Hospice with a good bit of Souragnian food. Tchaka, Jambalaya, Griot, and Gumbo were all brought over to the Hospice so that those who come can enjoy the food.

[PrimetheGrime]

[Amongst the squalid streets of the Quartier Ouvier, a Gendarme recruitment official swiftly makes his way through the widest of the streets, plastering recruitment posters onto the walls as he passes]

//placed in game

[Drekavac]

In the early morning bodies are picked clean from the Quartier Ouvrier in the early morning hours, two men with zweifalk's on their heads with grafitti written outside of the closed government provider reading.

"DEATH TO FALKOVNIA. REMEMBER RENAULT. REMEMBER DE SALLE."

[Freydaelyn]

The sound of a mournful violin can be heard coming from the derelict Colibri. The song simple and earnest but the pain of loss held within each note.