Attended the Half-Light Masque

Attended the Half-Light Masque
Category	Profile
Type	Pecularities
Data ID	134291

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Attended the Half-Light Masque is considered a Profile Quality Pecularities in Sunless Skies.

MinorLateral description[ | ]

"How many times have you taken part in Perdurance's impeccable, recycled day?"

Obtaining[ | ]

Quality status[ | ]

Attended the Half-Light Masque has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

Journal description[ | ]

[1] You have mingled with those who can never leave Perdurance

Variable Interaction description[ | ]

These desciptions appear when a specific group is called for text.

Loom[ | ]

[0] With each step the shrieks of hours being spun backwards resonates through your body, leaving you shaking and worn.
[1] You hear the screech and shudder of the time-looms at full power, spinning the hours backwards for each and every one of you.
[2] The vibrations of the looms spinning up Below Stairs nearly knocks you off your feet. The hours scream backwards.
[3] It is as though time itself screams its defiance as the hour-looms spin and weave, keeping Perdurance locked in the same eternal day.
[4] If you were more fanciful you might imagine that you could feel the hours pulling at your skin; a sympathetic scream bubbles to your lips, but is lost in the sound of the hour-looms."
[5] The grinding and guttering of the looms Below Stairs adds an additional layer of horror to an already terrifying procession.
[6] You press your hands to your ears, trying to block out the howls and screeches of time being spun backwards for the pleasure of the Empress and her Perdurant Court.
[7] With each step the shrieks of hours being spun backwards resonates through your body, leaving you shaking and worn.

Otherloom[ | ]

[0] The keening of the hours as they are spun backwards makes your legs weak and your heart pound. You feel unaccountably wearied.
[1] You think briefly of the weavers and spinners Below Stairs, working desperately to keep the members of the Perdurant Court caught in the same repeating day.
[2] As you move through the passage, assaulted by the unholy clamour of the hour-looms, it is impossible to deny the grandiosity of Perdurance. Or its mechanised horror.
[3] The wailing of the hour-looms echoes off the walls, filling the darkness of the passage with untold horrors. Your heart beats too fast and your palms prickle with sweat.
[4] A desolate howling begins, undercut with a mechanical thrum. The hour-looms, spinning your time backwards, catching you in its stasis.
[5] This, perhaps, is the truth of Perdurance: the shriek of spun time and the growl of machinery, a gleaming veneer painted over an edifice of misery.
[6] The keening of the hours as they are spun backwards makes your legs weak and your heart pound. You feel unaccountably wearied."

Governesses[ | ]

[0] You spot a figure masqued in a featureless black, their face covered by a smooth oval of polished obsidian. Who are they?
[1] You look around but the other members of the Procession are studiously ignoring those who wear the faceless masks; their fear is catching.
[2] You see someone in one of those strange featureless masques touch a Debutante on the shoulder: a brief struggle, and the Debutante is bundled away. You do not see them again.
[3] The smooth obsidian ovals of the featureless masks look by turns threatening and grim. You cannot help but be unsettled.
[4] One of those masked in smooth obsidian passes close enough for you to see that they are dressed in the crinolines and expensive jewels of a Debutante.
[5] A Chaperone is stopped by a pair of men wearing featureless masks. The passage twists, you turn a corner. When you look back, all three are gone.
[6] You spot a Servant in a mask of featureless jet, regarding the procession with an air of cool detachment. The rules of society seem to be suspended here.
[7] You look around but the other members of the Procession are studiously ignoring those who wear the faceless masks; their fear is catching.
[8] The featureless black masks worn by some of the courtiers during the procession seem to suck up all the light, leaving you feeling strangely chilled."

Season[ | ]

[0] The light is a flushed yellow, autumnally ripe.
[1] The light is thin, winter-bright.
[2] The summer sun illuminates the room with its slanted rays."
[3] The pale gold light of spring shines through the windows.
[4] The chill of winter's in the air; the light feels almost cold on your skin.
[6] The light is warm, a reminder of summer.
[7] It's spring morning light: crisp, and just refreshingly chilly.
[8] The light's the colour of a good dessert wine, uncorked in autumn.

Morning[ | ]

[0] The Morning Room is a grander version of the Parlour, presided over by the Aureate Duchess in her pink and purple silks.
[1] Perdurance's Morning Room is, this time, the domain of the Duchess of the Ante Meridium, bright-eyed despite the night's revels.
[2] Watching over the Morning Room this cycle is the Twilit Countess, with her blue-black cape of jewelled stars.
[3] From time to time the Duchess of Dusks looks over the Morning Room to ensure that her cycle is running smoothly.
[4] The Noonday Marchioness has a martial look in her eye as she surveys the Morning Room from her position of precedence.
[5] The Tenebrous Baroness welcomes you to the Morning Room with the slightest incline of her head; she does not look like someone you should cross.
[6] A Dowager Duchess with a dress of orange and gold presides resplendently over the Morning Room.
[7] The grand chamber of the Morning Room is overseen by a Dowager Duchess fairly dripping with emeralds. You're amazed she can lift her wrists.

Interactions[ | ]

Interactions in Brief[ | ]

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Interaction	Action	Result Type	Change
The End of the Day	'One of the debutantes would like a word'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'A servant tugs at your sleeve'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'A chaperone taps you on the shoulder'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'A debutante veers away at the last moment'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'A debutante lifts his glass to you'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'The servants have lined up to bid you adieu'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1
The End of the Day	'You are whisked aside by a grateful chaperone'	Default / Challenge Fail	+1

Interactions in Detail[ | ]