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The Arcade: Little Faith
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Thursday, March 19, 2009. The sun was spread across the entire sky; there was no sun. Light came from everywhere. It neither poured from a source, nor shone from a point, it radiated: even from oneself. Gradually depth was born. Contours emerged, shapes pushed from the matte. Hands They looked as if they were covered in sindur, soaking up all light but orange. Fingernails, knuckles, a papercut or an old scar – the sensation of breathing, heat – no shadows. Who could have used these things? He could feel ...
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Manhattan, 1924: Mont Sunday
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Saturday, January 23, 2010. Text by dasolomon; brochure template by Microsoft; chalet drawing by The Kirchman Studio, taken from www.bobkirchman.com.). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From "Dumb Boxes", by Lebbeus Woods. Breaks for the Broken. The Center of the World. M DuMonde's Parisian Fashion House. Other Characters and Settings. Arizona Territory, 1876. Berlin and London, 1924. Memoirs of a Lady. Text by da solomon. To contact by gmail use gordianphock. View my complete profile.
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Mohenjo-Daro, 1924: September 2008
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Sunday, September 28, 2008. The Jackals of the Indus. The remainder of the day of the 22nd goes by slowly. Peter and Irene find themselves crowded from the trench by Humphries and Daniel, who are busy extracting and cataloguing yet more bricks, and by the grosser excavations of the Sindhi laborers. "Don't worry Ma'am-ji, Peter," Daniel cheerily assures them. "I'm quite sure that there will be plenty of dirt for both of you to dig tomorrow. Ha! 8211; if you so please, Miss Howell! Tonight, it seems, somet...
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Travels & Explorations: journal: 6 Mar 1924
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The Life and Journeys of Peter Roosevelt Cox. The author in repose, 1919. Egyptian excavation, 1922. San Francisco taxi and driver. Indus river, Tibet 1923. Hindoo pilgrims (Vishnaivites), 1923. Caleb Black: From the Wasteland. Henri DuMonde's Parisian Fashion House. Irene Howell: Memoirs of a Lady. Thelonious Jones: Occult Images. Ecatirina Predoviciu: On the Level. Berlin and London 1920s. The Old West 1870s. A Brief History of Man. Turkish laborers, 1924. Viennese folk dancers, 1924.
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Travels & Explorations: Psychoanalysis at Das Institut für Sexualwißenschaft (May 1924)
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The Life and Journeys of Peter Roosevelt Cox. The author in repose, 1919. Egyptian excavation, 1922. San Francisco taxi and driver. Indus river, Tibet 1923. Hindoo pilgrims (Vishnaivites), 1923. Caleb Black: From the Wasteland. Henri DuMonde's Parisian Fashion House. Irene Howell: Memoirs of a Lady. Thelonious Jones: Occult Images. Ecatirina Predoviciu: On the Level. Berlin and London 1920s. The Old West 1870s. A Brief History of Man. Turkish laborers, 1924. Viennese folk dancers, 1924. 8220;Did you beli...
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Travels & Explorations: journal: 25 Apr 1924
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The Life and Journeys of Peter Roosevelt Cox. The author in repose, 1919. Egyptian excavation, 1922. San Francisco taxi and driver. Indus river, Tibet 1923. Hindoo pilgrims (Vishnaivites), 1923. Caleb Black: From the Wasteland. Henri DuMonde's Parisian Fashion House. Irene Howell: Memoirs of a Lady. Thelonious Jones: Occult Images. Ecatirina Predoviciu: On the Level. Berlin and London 1920s. The Old West 1870s. A Brief History of Man. Turkish laborers, 1924. Viennese folk dancers, 1924. My foolishness at...
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Manhattan, 1924: November 2009
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Thursday, November 12, 2009. There was only a moment like this: laughter, the tinkle-tinkle of glasses being gently tipped against one another, the murmur of chatting, the gentle knocking sound of hard-soled shoes against wood floors. Very quickly these happier sounds fell away. The tinkling and murmuring seemed to dissolve into the air; the laughter and the footsteps stopped outright. What are you doing? 8220;He’s been shot! 8221; someone screamed. 8220;I can’t see! 8220;She needs water! Shocks of the g...
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Ghosts & Time: Skills and Sanity
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Saturday, October 11, 2008. All the posts in this blog are OOC, it turns out. So I'm gonna stop labeling them OOC.). Ghosts and Time will make use of standard Call of Cthulhu. Rules for skill progression and sanity awards. Awards will also be based on characters' actions in game. Then the character is considered to have learned something from the successful use of that skill. 1d10 points are then added to that skill. As skills increase, it becomes more and more difficult to get better at them. On one han...
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Manhattan, 1924: August 2009
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Monday, August 10, 2009. The Stillness of the Hunter. The noise of the Cellar receded and disappeared in a “poof” as the front doors swung together and blew a gust of stale air out from the club. The warmer air from inside circulated around Cati’s ankles. She huffed one last time and looked upward into the stars. On the verge of enjoying a restful breath of night air, she remembered her purse and removed a cigarette. Henri was at her side holding a match. “Now what, mademoiselle? Perhaps if he could take...
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Mohenjo-Daro, 1924: The Shadow of the Babul
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Saturday, November 29, 2008. The Shadow of the Babul. Through the windows, Irene and Peter could see the sun setting across the Sindh – not orange as they had once dreamed of the Indian sun, but a bright yellow ball, hefting light across the steppes even as it was impelled down, down behind the Earth. As the. She wondered how the man would react to seeing her. When Peter caught a whiff of the smoke, he covered his nose – it was, he knew, the last remnant of the other intruder's funeral pyre. Irene decide...