| Airs of Ealing Gardens |
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1 – 4 | A trio of Rubbery Men pass you, burbling earnestly together. |
5 – 9 | A poster without writing shows Rubbery Men working over a factory line. Arrows and a map indicate where they may go to seek this employment. |
10 – 14 | A Rubbery Man comes out of a factory and heads slowly downhill toward the river. |
15 – 19 | A sculptress carrying a wrapped parcel heads briskly for the train station. |
20 – 24 | Faintly and far off are the strains of an Amber Cello being played. It's a mercy the thing isn't any closer |
25 – 29 | A woman with a lamp sits at the corner, offering to light your way home. A penny if you don't need to go further than Ealing Gardens. |
30 – 34 | A barge comes down the Stolen River from the direction of Jericho Locks. It carries a coffin. |
35 – 39 | A sweating publican rolls a keg of Magisterial Lager up from the river bank where it was delivered. |
40 – 44 | A Bohemian painter struggles up the side of Aescwine Hill, dragging a canvas taller than himself. |
45 – 49 | A pair of Bohemians are discussing the excitement to be had when the train line is properly joined up to Hell. |
50 – 54 | Something moves at the window of a house that ought to be abandoned. |
55 – 59 | A man with a rag cart announces he's selling genuine stockings of Mr Wines. They won't be, of course. |
60 – 64 | A couple of young men pass you. Both are uniformed in the livery of the Ministry of Upper River Development. |
65 – 69 | A young man arrives from London with two crates of night soil and a box of spores, ready to make his fortune as a mushroom farmer. |
70 – 74 | An Urchin flies over the rooftops in urgent pursuit of a Rubbery Cat. |
75 – 79 | A servant of the Ministry of Upper River Development is nailing wood over the door of an abandoned house. |
80 – 84 | Two Londoners pass by, complaining about the lateness, the danger, and the high ticket prices of the Great Hellbound Railway, and wondering aloud how the proprietors can live with themselves. |
85 – 89 | A group of Palaeontologists stand consulting a map. Their gear – digging tools, ropes, supplies of food – suggests they intend a prolonged excavation. |
90 – 94 | A pale amber light glows in the attic of one of the houses, and the sound of low conversation, both human and Rubbery. |
95 – 100 | A cluster of women with harpoons passes you in the street. |