Not every day in the Neath is the same.
See Category:The Airs of London for pages which require this quality (or specific levels of it), or click to show them.
To view your current value of Airs of London (as it is not listed under the Myself tab), either hover over any action that requires it, or place it in your scrapbook on your profile's mantelpiece.
Ways to change your AirsEdit
- Play a part in Life on Ladybones Road.
- Deal with Business on Watchmaker's Hill.
- Rob A cavalry officer in Spite.
- Opportunism in Spite
- Working for the Widow in Spite
- Dabble in the Great Game in Veilgarden, or with low stats, Chat to a Tipsy Spy on The Singing Mandrake.
- Seek the pleasures and risks of the Honey-Dens of Veilgarden.
- Duelling the Black Ribbon in Wolfstack Docks.
- Hunting Dangerous Prey in Wolfstack Docks.
- If you're at Wounds 2 or higher, spend time in bed.
- A dreamless sleep will always set your Airs to 0.
- If you're a PoSI, take care of Unfinished Business in Ladybones Road, Spite, Watchmaker's Hill or Veilgarden.
Notable Ranges of Airs of LondonEdit
- 0-25: Confound the Constables: This range opens up an option in the Opportunism in Spite storylet, which is arguably one of the most action-efficient storylet-based ways to reduce Suspicion. Since the Airs of London changes are displayed as text, the keywords/key-phrases to look out for when the changes do occur are: "bats", "bat", "softest of rains", "English, French, German", "A small child", "The Empress", and "A devil lounges".
- 33-67: Attend an audience with the Gracious Widow: Opens in the Working for the Widow +10cp Connected: The Widow and 36 Jade. Best farmable storylet for Widow
- 90-100: A dreamless sleep: Wounds (-7 CP) Nightmares (-2 CP) for 3 actions. Furthermore, this resets Airs of London to 0, which might be helpful. Keep an eye out for keywords: "scuttering company", "water metallic", "thief pale woman hurdles", "church bell tolls", "drizzle slow glass tears".
- 95-100: Deepen your acquaintance with Prisoner's Honey - DREAM OF A CITY: A 2-action option from The Honey-Dens of Veilgarden that gives 1 Extraordinary Implication and a Phosphorescent Scarab for a small amount of honey, netting a bit over 1 echo per action. Keywords to watch for are: "huddled gutter bundle", "wind toys with paper", "governess child on leash", "beetle boot", "HEPHAESTA M.PLEAT" and of course "All shall be well".
- 96-100: Confide in the Chandleress : On the Follow a chandler to her workshop option in The Department of Menace Eradication storylet: Gives 1 Dock Favor for 3 actions. Keywords are same as above, minus "huddled gutter bundle".
|The Airs of London|
|0||Out on the city's edge, zee-bats cry where black waves break on a black shore.|
|1 - 10||A bat zips past, not far overhead.|
|11 - 13||The softest of rains falls in the street: the cobbles glisten like fish-skin.|
|14 - 15||In the street outside, fly-drivers squabble in a half-dozen different tongues: English, French, German...wait, is that Latin?|
|16 - 17||A small child meditatively pings stones off a butcher's shop-window. Eventually the butcher emerges, cleaver in hand. The child disappears with remarkable speed.|
|18 - 19||A shuttered black coach passes. The horses' hooves are muffled with sacking. The crowd falls silent. "The Empress," someone whispers.|
|20||A devil lounges against a lamp-post, picking his teeth with a needle. He eyes you speculatively.|
|21 - 30||Shadows lie still, here where there is no sun to move them. Sometimes they shiver in candle-light.|
|31 - 32||A raven caws, coughs, and breaks into song. Something eighteenth-century? Is that a snatch of a Purcell sonata?|
|33 - 40||The wall here is splotched with luxuriant russet fungus, like the fur of something mythical.|
|41 - 42||Passers-by watch you with narrow eyes. What do they see?|
|43 - 44||Someone speaks your name. But when you turn, there is only a mirror.|
|45 - 46||High above, the false-stars glimmer. Did one of them - move?|
|47 - 50||A window glows with the amber light of tallow-candles. Voices are raised in song.|
|51 - 60||Today, something in the air makes the gas-lamps slink low, burn marsh-green.|
|61 - 62||On the roof-tops at day's end, urchins whistle a tune from Mahogany Hall. One improvises lyrics that would make a Master of the Bazaar blush.|
|63 - 65||Oof! That reek is a tannery. Hold your breath a moment.|
|66 - 68||A glove-maker passes, holding his bag at arm's-length. The contents squirm.|
|69 - 70||The cobbles are slippery with a thick black moss. Your footfalls bruise it, and a scent like fresh Surface rain rises.|
|71 - 72||A cat's eyes glint on a high window-ledge. 'What a wretched day,' it remarks.|
|73||Stray dogs fight over something in the gutter. A human hand? ...probably just a pork-chop.|
|74 - 75||A barouche passes, drawn by a pair of perfectly matched greys. One passenger, a bearded chap in a top hat, throws his head back in laughter at something his bright-eyed female companion says.|
|76 - 80||A scuffle! A pool of blood! A wild-eyed girl with a knife in either hand! The cry goes up, 'a Jack!' Is it a Jack? She's gone, regardless -|
|81 - 82||The light from the false-stars clings to every surface like oil. This is the kind of afternoon when Londoners run mad, shrieking 'The sun! The sun!'|
|83||A phaeton roars past! The crowd scatters, the horses roll their eyes desperately! Two tomb-colonists sit cackling in the back.|
|84 - 88||Two costermongers stagger past, roaring drunk, their neckerchiefs alive with the colours of night.|
|89||A portly man sits weeping in the road. "The Menagerie," he sobs, "the Roses. They can no longer grow." A hackney carriage veers round him: "Honey-mazed," the driver sneers.|
|90||A rat runs along an iron railing, leaping each spike like an acrobat. "For the Scuttering Company!" he shrills, and fires his miniature pistol. A raven drops dead. The rat is gone.|
|91||Today, water has a metallic taste. It generally does. But is this a different metal? Copper? Silver?|
|92||A cry goes up: "Thief!" A pale young woman hurdles a barrel and is gone into the endless night.|
|93||A church bell tolls.|
|94||Drizzle is falling all around, like slow glass, or tears.|
|95||A huddled bundle lies in the gutter. Movement squirms beneath a blanket. Rats? Spiders? Black-clad, gloved, masked Special Constables lift it to the back of a cart, and you see no more.|
|96||The wind toys with paper-scraps in the gutter.|
|97||A governess passes with a child on a leash. No! No, only a young woman and a little dog.|
|98||A beetle the size of a boot sits atop a tar-barrel, nonchalantly twiddling its antennae.|
|99||A scowling boy distributes hand-bills. "MAHOGANY HALL: TONIGHT", they read. "HEPHAESTA." "M. PLEAT."|
|100||All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.|
Q: How do I unveil my Airs of London level?
A: Hover over the airs requirement of an action that requires a specific level of it. Adding one to your plans will let you see it even if it's unavailable.