Special Constables. I just received a visit from the Special Constables.
Please do pardon me a moment while I give a somewhat unladylike “hmph!”
Betray my friend who is a consummate connoisseur of literary works? Betray him to the special constables under threat of being held under Suspicion as a “person of interest?”
They threatened me. With crooked teeth and bad breath, no less. They wrote down my name, as if that should have intimidated me into immediate compliance. I don’t believe I’ve ever been so offended. And I do mean EVER.
As if I didn’t have contingencies in place to deal with bullies from ALL sides of the game board, here in Fallen London! They hadn’t crossed the street before any “suspicion” they thought to cast on my name was made completely irrelevant.
I believe I’m going to play around in Spite, just to get that bad taste out of my mouth.
Foolish, arrogant bullies with badges. Fallen London USED to be a relatively decent place to live!