Port-à-Lucine - Quartier Ouvrier

[Hemlock]

Just before sunset, an older man wearing a black coat with red trim would be seen bringing a large basket of fish into the tenements of the Ouvrier. He would not be seen leaving until dawn.

[WitchOfTheCity]

Around venues such as La Doublure D'Argent, Auberge le Diamant or Fantaisies Luciniennes and others tied to Port-au-Lucine's criminal underworld, there circulates a rumour of a crew being gathered in the Black Market for a big score.

Philip "the Fence" seems to be casually acquainted with the perpetrator, others around the Black Market would occasionally see her there as of late, where she would often push hastily large quantities of jewellery of unknown origin.

[Sainted Crown]

Come dawn, an elder Warden of Ezra is seen distributing bread, cured meats, as well as firewood for the winter, to the locals of the Quartier Ouvrier with a genuine smile. To those who accept them, several printed Third Books of Ezra are distributed among the people. He asks for nothing in return, only that they consider coming to the next Fifth Day Service.

[bunnie]

A repetitive occurrence over the past month, the upcoming Épineux doctor has taken to almost daily visits of a sequestered Ouvrier home. An abode repurposed, a large wooden sign denotes the purpose of her appearances; a gaggle of sickly men and women taking treatment within. A collection of pungent herbs including dried peppermint and rose are hung upon the doorframe, replaced on her departure.

[Tamma]

Rumors say that lately a tall young man goes around the Marchand and L'Ouvrier, leaving ration packs of deer, boar and rabbit meat in the streets and inside the abandoned houses where beggars and the poorest people usually gather.

[hobbknacass]

A young man accompanied by two women can be seen giving food to the many beggars and poor around Qartier Ouvier. They light some fireworks for the people as well to give the area a bit more excitement.

[Madame Trousers Son]

Once more, the De Sauvre Foundation's agents perform their charitable endeavours, buying up bad debt contracts only to tear them up; clerks whisper of a sum of half a million solars poured into the open economic wound that is the Worker's Quarter. The well-meaning praise this good work, while the greedy rub their hands and plot to take advantage of such generosity. Still, if only for a few nights, many families can breathe a little easier without the burden of crushing debt.

((Goldsink abetted by DM Despot! ))

[Moshimo]

As the morning sun shines over the crumbling Quartier Ouvrier, the impoverished residents face the temptation of abandoned paper packets left on the tables and shacks throughout the district. It does not take long to uncover the contents of these poorly sealed paper containers as they spill out into view, a grimy brown powder left for all to see.

[hobbknacass]

During the early hours of the morning, a man wearing full plate, brandishing a hand and a half sword, along with a tower shield, was seen patrolling the streets, he seemed to be questioning the local thugs, and when they of course refused to answer his questions and instead demanded his purse, the man refused and struck them down when things escalated. As dawn began to draw near, he was finally seen approaching an old flyer which had been put against one of the stone walls, soon taking it down and tucking it away before heading back to the Quartier Savant.

[Tamma]

For several days, the area near the eastern walls of the Quartier Ouvrier is filled with the sounds of saws and hammers.
The residents say they saw a tall man, wearing commoners clothing and a weirdly colorful small fur cloak.
It seems that during the day he began working to repair and build new shelters for the homeless at the edge of the city, and warned the residents to stay inside during night.

Spoiler: show

 

[Wargtimmen]

After the sunlight hits the streets of Quartier Ouvrier in the rainy day, some blood trail that was leading to the sewers grate that near the Halan Hospice was fading out with the raindrops...

[Wargtimmen]

A sharp piano tune and a laughing voice echoed in the streets of Quartier Ouvrier during the last night. The piano's sound was out of tune, chromatic melodies were played that they were heard quite off. It was hard to tell for the voice if the individual was crying or laughing. Some may see that there is a broken piano placed near one of the inns in the area. And there was a noticeboard stands just next to it...

[bunnie]

In the early hours of the day, just as the sun begins its ascent; a sizeable grouping of Gendarme investigators spread throughout the quarter. Imminently, the area surrounding a bloodied pianoforte is cordoned off with cheval-de-frise. The Gendamerie Nationale declares it thus: A crime scene - not to be disturbed by the public.

[Tamma]

Days and weeks pass, but during the morning in the quartier Ouvrier you can still hear the solitary sounds of a saw and a hammer.
All the shelters built on the sides of the roads for the less fortunate are continuously checked, repaired and replaced when necessary by the same tall man who built them all.
Despite the tiredness visible in his eyes, he continues his work as quickly as possible to be able to finish everything before the night falls over the city of lights and with it its dangers.

Spoiler: show

For several days, the area near the eastern walls of the Quartier Ouvrier is filled with the sounds of saws and hammers.
The residents say they saw a tall man, wearing commoners clothing and a weirdly colorful small fur cloak.
It seems that during the day he began working to repair and build new shelters for the homeless at the edge of the city, and warned the residents to stay inside during night.

[Wargtimmen]

First lights of the dawn touched somewhere in the middle of Quartier Ouvrier, where a grotesque sight was present to the city on one of those terraces. A broken standing harp hugged by a lifeless body surrounded by some odd looking mannequins. 

[bunnie]

As soon as they are able, a group of officers hailing from the Gendarmerie Nationale cordon off a small section of the quarter with a collection of cheval-de-frise, proclaiming a crime scene.

[PlatinumSylph]

Stacks of typecast handbills are left in the seedier taverns and auberges of the Quartier Ouvrier, with a few working their way to the eyes of the Marchand and Savant

Quartier’s Quench - Le Refuge’s Friday Fête!

Step into the hidden heart of Port-à-Lucine this Friday evening at Le Refuge des Brasseurs. Our open-house event is not just a celebration, but a rendezvous for those who seek the whispers of intrigue and the warmth of community.

From the robust "Bullet" to the fortified "Sang Fortifié de 770," indulge in a selection of local artisanal brews, each crafted with passion and precision. But it's not just about the drinks; it's about the stories they inspire.

Artistic Ambiance: Monsieur Armand Beauchamp, the Baroque Virtuoso, will grace us with his presence as our Artist in Residence. His performances are as intricate and ornate as the history we cherish, and as secretive as the conversations that flow freely in our midst.

Come, join us at TENEMENT NO. 2, where every sip tells a story, and every glance may reveal a secret.

(OOC: 9PM EST, to late, 06-21)

[Tamma]

Even after months, the loud pounding of the work does not end.
In the Ouvrier district, a tall man with blond hair and tanned skin continues to build and repair the shelters built on the sides of the roads for the poor the less fortunate.

[Marcus Phoenix]

The sound of hammering can be still heard in the Ouvrier although this time another man seems to be around and alternates with the other. He is dressed in black with  brown hair and fair skin. He as well can be seen in the last period repair and take care of the shelters previously built  in case they might have been damaged.

[Wargtimmen]

Some papers scattered around with a wind blow in the late hour of the dark, on the streets of City of Lights...Some bats squeaking voices fill the air for a moment.

Visitors of this city, those who seek fame, glory and money. They paint streets with blood every night. And now you all suddenly started to care about the blood spilled in the streets? Those all are the bodies you walk on and ignore when you see them in the docks after a bloody night. Gendarme and their allies attacked me with accusation of murder. They just assumed I killed them. They don't care if the people were harmed at all, they all are after the prize.

The bodies I used for my art belonged to those criminals or unlucky commoners of the city, those who met with the dead or were close to it. I used their lifeless bodies as a piece of art. I gave those empty shells a purpose. You may think that I desecrated the bodies but I made them look beautiful. They would never have a chance to watch or being part those plays in a fancy theatre.. I gave them that chance. Maybe not in life but in their death. And you call me a monster? So be it.

L.S

[Maiyannah]

A procession of Ezrans stumble into the city, each of them looking shattered, bloodied, and exhausted.  They shuffle into the Cathedrale Sainte Mere-des-Larmes, presumably to collapse into beds.

[Kleomenes]

An outlander in white, bearing a cultic symbol of bound hands upon his cloak, is seen distributing food to homeless citizens in the Ouvrier.



(((Rations and stews left IG!)))

[Kleomenes]

An outlander in white, bearing a cultic symbol of bound hands upon his cloak, is once again seen distributing food to homeless citizens in the Ouvrier.



(((Rations and a lovely berry tart left IG!)))