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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Jun 16, 2023 ^^
Rating : 4.955 (309/26,895 LTDR)
RYD date created : 2024-05-17T01:28:08.93965Z
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I can just imagine Cassie's response when the man from the ministry enquires as to what gender box to tick ..... 'My dear sir, there are individuals roaming the streets of Fallen London at this very moment with the faces of squid! Squid! Do you ask them their gender? And yet you waste our time asking me trifling and impertinent questions about mine? It is my own business, sir, and I bid you good day.'
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"Tried to earn an honest bob, but a Bob is just a Robert, and a Robert's just a robber to a tee" is a fantastic line and sounds exactly like the kind of dialogue you would find in Fallen London. You've captured the atmosphere so well!!
Edit: You killed it as Cassie!! For some reason she reminds me a lot of Madame Thenardier from Les Mis, with all the flair and drama on top
Edit 2: "Bryon Brimstone", real subtle. The camp and punnery here is delightfully perfect for Fallen London
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Some amazing details I noticed!
- Mr. Brimstone has a bee-shaped pin. This man truly doesnât know how to be subtle, does he?
- The bottles are labeled âMuttshroomâ
- Thereâs a lot of Failbetter Games merch featured here, such as the Fallen London cards or the map
- The frame that Bob is holding is labeled âMrs. Frambleyâs Fine Frameryâ at the top with âEst 1842, Framers to Her Majestyâ
written at the bottom
- The newspaper tells us that the day is Sunday, the 17th of August 1862.
- I can see at least 3 distinct pairs of hands dragging Carrie behind the door in that one shot, and theyâre probably the 3 ladies from the previous scene
- âPagesâ is capitalized at 5:11, which is a very small thing that I really enjoy
- At about 6:15 you can see Correspondence sigils burning into the walls.
- The correspondence pin on Byronâs tie translates to âThe Improbable Collusion of Two Unrelated Perils,â according to the FL wiki.
- Pagesâ segment is chock-full of small details, such as how the name of the Census-Taker is Stewart Pendium.
- The Ray-Drenched Correspondence Paperweight! Although, oddly, this one seems to be completed. In-game, the sigils stop before they reach the bottom, because inscribing a magic language on a magic rock is not a good idea.
- two copies of Macaulayâs History of England are on the desk. Seems the Masters have been doing their research. Kind Arthur and the Knights of The Round Table sits next to it.
- Apparently Byron fell in love with Carrie. Perhaps itâs the other way around, but thatâs unlikely.
- There are lots of cool cards here: the Jack of Rats, Bats, Cats, and Hats, as well as the Ace of Bats when the camera pans over.
- Robert âHonest Bobâ Racketâs census page:
(How many people live in this establishmentation?)
[âŚ]formal lodger of the Sin[ging Mandrake] in Veilgarden. A tenant of C[arrie] Havisham and fellow proprie[torâŚ] was unavailable for comment.
(Is anyone in this establishment enamourificated or empassionated?)
âI should like to find myself [âŚ] and a heart with which to share [âŚ] no such fortune in such endeavors.â
- Byron Brimstoneâs Census Page; his is heavily obscured by his photo and the ink bottle, and I couldnât assume so much about this one:
(How many people live in this establishmentation?)
â[âŚ] do not count in s[âŚ] embers as [âŚ] end.â
(Is anyone in this establishment enamourificated or empassionated?)
â[âŚ] and desires around here; but wh[âŚ] they of yours?
(How might one define their occupatory pursuits?)
âOur duties pertain to planes beyond your limited understanding.â
- Cassieâs census page is essentially unreadable behind the badge and the other papers, sadly.
- There are about 20 or so pairs of eyes in the dark, including Mr. Pages himself. Iâm sure thereâs only 11 Masters - and thatâs just a fought estimate, not really counting some of the weird ones like Mr. C____ or Mr. Sacks, or even Mr. Tubes in the outro (I have a sneaking suspicion that itâs just Pages upgraded to a more modern name)- but some of the eyes are too small to be Masters anyways. Perhaps just ordinary bats?
- The line âHunger does a number down in Londonâ seems reminiscent of a certain peckishness linked with a certain number and a certain name⌠Iâm not sure the Seeking reference was entirely intentional, but itâs still worth mentioning.
Please, point out any others I missed so I can add them to the list!
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This isn't the whole musical, obviously; this is just the opening number, "Down here in London", introducing the viewer to the setting and characters. After this come two and a half hours (plus interval) of thrills, passion, comedy and absolutely showstopping musical numbers that detail the story of Robert falling for Cassie, of Byron toying with their lives and love by offering them a dark pact, and of even darker forces moving behind the scenes until the ultimately sympathetic demon decides to betray his infernal masters to let the humans have their happiness.
Give this man a Tony's!
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Fan theory! Each character is a stat from Sunless Sea.
Bob = VEILS (peddles stolen goods, stays hidden away)
Cassie = IRON (confident, strong willpower, adapts well)
Byron = MIRRORS (curious, "academic sort", "wit of high precision")
Mr. Pages = PAGES (most experienced, thinks they know all the Secrets)
Harry = HEARTS (friendly, socially involved, endured pain)
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0:23 I donât know if anyone ever talks about it, but the insignia they make based on their logo combined with whatever the song is about always seems to scratch an itch I didnât know I had đ
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@TheStupendium
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You can also sample the delicious world of Fallen London for free in the original text based browser game. Here's a welcome gift for you from Failbetter: fallenlondon.com/a/HelloStupendiousFriend LYRICS: INTRO: READ ALL ABOUT IT! Biscuit rations to increase by decree of the Masters! Missing baby found in spiderâs web! Well hello there, friend! That shiny badge tells me you're here with the Ministry of Accounting and Recounting? Taking the census? Well you've picked a spot alright! There's no shortage of colourful characters here in the Neath and they all pass through here at the Singing Mandrake. Let old Harry Teller show you about. Thereâs a fellow up top by name of Robert Rackett. But these days everyone calls him Honest Bob. He can talk for England. I should say you pay him a visit... VERSE 1: HONEST BOB Nice to meet you, guvnaâ, what you want to know? Trying to keep a track of numbers now weâre dumped here down below? Fine, come take a look youâll see â Iâm an open book to read Something took the city then this city really took to me Iâm not a crook or thief â I just do what I got to do Blokeâs still got to eat - Beef is more than a bob or two In a ditch and out the picture, Londonâs withering in walls which are Far too steep a pitch to climb but steep just makes the tealeaf richer See it did you? Oh, it takes me back. Day like any other then became the Day of Wrath As the monuments were toppled and the cobbles writhed and jostled And the skies above were gobbled by a raging plague of bats Stuck down in the Neath Drowning in disease Air sticks to your teeth Itâs thick and viscous with the whispers in the breeze Tried to earn an honest bob But a bob is just a Robert And a Robertâs just a robber to a tee Wasnât much, but used to run a comfy shop One half fell down the hole, the tillâs still sitting up the top Now the Masters are in charge, itâs rather dark the things theyâve barred But every market turns to black as soon as all the lights are off Portobello sort of fellow shifting stock down Shaftsbury Avenue Most coppers came a cropper so they stopped the âletâs be having youâ Random that theyâve banned them but I have accrued a map or two And since they took the signs the maps ainât half collecting value Counting off the days to die, itâs a solitary life Canât help thinking maybe I should cop myself a wife An Eliza, Nellie, Nancy, here to hold me tight at night A ladyâs tastes is fancy but still coal is twice the price Oh wouldnât it be lovely to find a counterpart? âCause Iâd do anything to put loveâs fire in the hearth I can cook and I can clean but Neath be damned a man can dream Sell my soul but I wonât ever fence my heart CHORUS 1: Nothing left but crumbs down here in London Do what must be done to make ends meet Run in with the blunt end of a truncheon Closest thing Iâve had to love in weeks Doesnât mean a thing whose heights were wuthering Dumped down in the guttering, nouveau-riche Who you was before London went tumbling Doesnât matter squat to who youâll be NARRATION 2: Now this here is one Miss Cassi Haversham... Life of the party and pulls a darned sight more than pints. Anybody who didnât lose everything lost something during the fall. But I should say they might have found a good deal more than they left behind... VERSE 2: CASSIE HAVERSHAM Way up on the surface, chap by name of Clyde Clerking for a firm of vermin purely to provide For a wife who never liked him, every day was made to hide The other person, soft but certain, that resided deep inside Some may cast an eye but darling why should I? Be the prim and proper office boy for every passer-by? I give us a year, maybe two, if weâre lucky then a few But the former me embraced the chance to die Clyde can take a backseat, Cassiâs turn to drive Who can say on any day who gets the reins? Enjoy the ride! Now when it comes to who I am I wear the trousers (or I donât) Oh, darlinâ wonât you see that Londonâs at its best de-gentrified? I gave love a go, nothing short of woe Whatâs the sense repeating empty feelings stuck below? The high and mighty in the sky might find me Wildly improprietous but in a hole well how are they gonnaâ know? Done with companionship, hassle it brings Donât need the baggage thatâs strapped to a ring Iâll take the packages, lay off the strings âCause when they arenât attached itâs my favourite thing There are devils in the streets Whatâs an extra in the sheets? Either way youâll be beneath, so take a fling Thereâs a sorry looking pantry and the kitchenâs on the brink And Iâm worried that theyâll catch the taste of river in the drinks Not a sausage from Her Majâ, itâs like the riddle of the Sphynx Why sheâs holed up in her palace as her kingdom ever sinks? Hard to pay the rent at all when plagued by the nonsensical Daily an acquaintance twixt strange and the unmentionables Who can blame a dame in situations unconventional? Basement full of tentacles but waiting on a gent to call Or lady friend or several to get me through the nights To place me on a pedestal and set to seeing me right It pays to be quite flexible and truly, who am I? To cater to convention and eschew these new delights? If you came for documenting, tick whatever box you like Youâve got Pages full of questions but I left my lot behind Theyâre praying for ascension but this bird ainât keen to flight Itâs a shame it took descent into the depths to see the light CHORUS 2: Nothing much for fun down here in London Trot along the Thames, admire the views Stumble in and pass our evenings drunken Till the day the pubs run out of booze Sorry that weâre out of grouse for Luncheon Suckle on your husk of crusted bread Hunger does a number down in London Watch youâll get a darker taste instead Alright, alright, settle down you horrible lot! Settle down! Incorrigible the lot of ya! (Continued in replies!)
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