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.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Habituated to the Hinterland is increasing… (+1 CP)
•  You've gained 4-7? x Inkling of Identity
•  You've gained (200 + Efficiency) x Hinterland Prosperity

Alternative Success

Yule visitors from [Site (short)]

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

Chosen Site	Site (short)
Near Ealing Gardens, in Ominous Proximity to London	Ealing Gardens
Above the Magistracy of the Evenlode, with a Plentiful Supply of Bones	The Magistracy of the Evenlode
Outside of Balmoral, Accessible to Communications with the Surface	Balmoral
In the Shadow of Station VIII, Where the Masters Can Keep an Eye On It	Station VIII
In the Parish of Burrow, Among the Parishioners of the Church in the Wild	Burrow-infra-Mump
Between Moulin's Wastes and the Cold of Hurlers, Where No One Else Would Care to Live	Moulin
Near Marigold, Snug Beneath the Walls of Hell	Marigold

Chosen Site	Description
Ealing	Rubbery 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.
Evenlode	Lamp-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.
Balmoral	A solitary bag-piper makes a circuit of the city walls, offering an unforgettable rendition of "Silent Night." It only takes the one, though.
Station VIII	Gusts 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.
Burrow	Burrow 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.
Moulin	Goat-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, […]

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Habituated to the Hinterland is increasing… (+1 CP)
•  You've gained 1 x Memory of Light
•  You've gained (200 + Efficiency) x Hinterland Prosperity

Failure

How does [City name] take to Yule?

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

Founding Body	Description
Furnace Ancona; Furnace Ancona, Starved	The 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.
Cornelius	The 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 Double	The 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 Beth	The lacre melts on the roofs and awnings, and then it runs down fine channels like veins; it fills reservoirs beneath the streets.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Habituated to the Hinterland is increasing… (+1 CP)
•  You've gained 4-7 x Romantic Notion
•  You've gained (200 + Efficiency) x Hinterland Prosperity

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 Alignment	Description
Liberationist, Radical Liberationist, Liberationist-Prehistoricist	Someone throws in a dozen candles and a hurricane lantern.
Prehistoricist, Radical Prehistoricist, Prehistoricist-Emancipationist	Someone half fills the sack with fragmented bone and broken egg shells: the refuse of experiments gone wrong.
Emancipationist, Radical Emancipationist, Emancipationist-Liberationist	Someone throws in a pair of shackles. The sack clanks. That's not the first pair.
Anti-Liberationist	Someone fills the sack with letters from a sister they no longer speak to. Liberationist leanings, perhaps?
Anti-Prehistoricist	Someone drops a leash into the sack, sorrowing. It's easy for a pet to be considered a Prehistoricist experiment.
Anti-Emancipationist	Someone drops an Emancipationist leaflet into the sack. "Hardly says anything anyway," she remarks, a little too loudly.
Mixed, Balanced, Complacently Unrevolutionary, Unknown	Someone 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.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Habituated to the Hinterland is increasing… (+1 CP)
•  You've gained 4-9 x Moonlight Scales
•  You've gained (200 + Efficiency) x Hinterland Prosperity