Take in the wintry spectacle

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From: Holiday Cheer


This is a rare look for the city.


Challenge information

A matter of luck: It could go either way (success chance: 50%)

Success

Not children

That cannot be Mr Sacks! Not out here. Surely it's children playing...?

But this Mr Sacks is too tall, its voice too high, its moves jointed in the wrong places. It sees you seeing it. It moves away swiftly and its […] robe vanishes around the corner.

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Alternative Success

Yule visitors from [Chosen Site]

Description summary:
The title and description vary based on the city's Hinterland City - Chosen Site.

Chosen SiteDescription
EalingRubbery carollers come round each house, performing tunes in the manner of duck being festively strangled […] The neighbours have taken to bringing out cups of spiced tea […] The challenge of manoeuvring the tea cup to a Rubbery mouth keeps them occupied.
EvenlodeLamp-cats parade along the roofs, twinkling in the dark. It is a work of feline choreography that must have required substantial skill in both Monstrous Anatomy and the Red Science.
BalmoralA solitary bag-piper makes a circuit of the city walls, offering an unforgettable rendition of "Silent Night." It only takes the one, though.
Station VIIIGusts of nostalgic complacency blow over the city from Station VIII. Remember childhood, remember kittens and Yuletide cakes, remember […] this season comes every year and always will. Remember that time does not only march forward, but also circles.
BurrowBurrow has sent down a Festive Neighbourly Committee to hand out gifts and invite the citizens round the Mump. It has (they suggest diffidently) an excellent view this time of year.
MoulinGoat-demons were not meant to draw sleighs. […] you should not be surprised if you come back with frost in your hair and no […] memory of where you've been, except that somehow you saw the city hollowed out and upside down like a pair of trousers […].
Marigold[…] devils […] delight in wishing the locals a happy Yule, a blessed Solstice, a sweet Death-of-the-Sun-with-No-Particular-Prospect-of-Rebirth-Actually,-Seeing-We-Are-All-Underground. They've translated the carol […] into […] dance you can't stop wanting to join, […]

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Failure

How does Hinterlandcity.png [City name] take to Yule?

Description summary:
The description varies based on the city's Founding Body.

Founding BodyDescription
Furnace AnconaThe Furnace-city doesn't care for lacre. After every fall, the roofs pull themselves up steeper and the paving stones grow warm enough to melt the stuff off.
Furnace Ancona, Starved
CorneliusThe city basks in lacre-fall. If you look closely, you find that the gutters and roofs take extra care to send the melt into gardens and fields and into the watering troughs of the draft animals. None of its precious influence is to be wasted.
Your Own DoubleThe fall looks more like Surface snow here than it ever does elsewhere in the Neath. No: it looks like your youngest memories of Surface snow. There is even the same velvet silence in the air.
The Double of the Manager of the Royal BethThe lacre melts on the roofs and awnings, and then it runs down fine channels like veins; it fills reservoirs beneath the streets.

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Alternative Failure

Children making the rounds

That cannot be Mr Sacks! No: it is not Mr Sacks. It is a pair of urchins in a red coat, trying to get people to give them gifts.

[…]

When Mr Sacks goes, something has leaked from the corner of its bag.

Description summary:
The second paragraph varies based on the city's Official Alignment.

Official AlignmentDescription
Liberationist, Radical Liberationist, Liberationist-PrehistoricistSomeone throws in a dozen candles and a hurricane lantern.
Prehistoricist, Radical Prehistoricist, Prehistoricist-EmancipationistSomeone half fills the sack with fragmented bone and broken egg shells: the refuse of experiments gone wrong.
Emancipationist, Radical Emancipationist, Emancipationist-LiberationistSomeone throws in a pair of shackles. The sack clanks. That's not the first pair.
Anti-LiberationistSomeone fills the sack with letters from a sister they no longer speak to. Liberationist leanings, perhaps?
Anti-PrehistoricistSomeone drops a leash into the sack, sorrowing. It's easy for a pet to be considered a Prehistoricist experiment.
Anti-EmancipationistSomeone drops an Emancipationist leaflet into the sack. "Hardly says anything anyway," she remarks, a little too loudly.
Mixed, BalancedSomeone puts an offering of wine in the sack. Not a small token out here, where even London's more dubious vintages can be difficult to buy.
Complacently Revolutionary?
Unknown??

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