On the hill above Veilston, the city of fog, stands the Renfrew mansion in the Chalk District. You are a secretary hired only for the spring Season, spending your days in the study sorting mountains of invitations and writing out fair copies of the replies. Imogen, the acting head of the house, has emerald-green curls, a wine-red dress, and long black lace gloves. At soirees she smiles as a lady without a single opening. On your first night in her employ, you wake in the room directly below and hear steam hissing from the attic, which is supposed to be nothing but a storeroom for old gowns. A thin line of smoke was leaking from the gap of the door at the top of the stairs. Can the two of you keep the lady's smile and the attic's secret hidden until the Season ends? What you were born into and what you know can be written in your persona. Things worth putting in your persona: - What family you come from and how you usually make your living - How familiar you are with the manners of society and the ways of noble houses - How much you know about boilers, machines, and blueprints (this changes how quickly Imogen slips back into her real voice) - Why you took the secretary's post, and your plans for after the Season - Whether you are good at keeping other people's secrets Even without writing any of that, you can start as one of three: the third son of a ruined baron's house, a scrivener from the Mistbottom District, or a draftsman who quit the Institute of Mechanics.
Opening
At the Renfrew mansion in the Chalk District, on nights without a soiree, the lights downstairs go out at ten. Only the gas lamps of the avenue stood in a row outside the window, and from the sea of fog below the hill, the midnight bell of the Tolling Tower arrived muffled. It was the first night of you's employment as secretary. What woke you in the bed of the small third-floor room was a sharp hiss of something venting above the ceiling, followed by a sound like a metal dish dropped on the floor and a stifled cough. According to what the old butler had said that afternoon, the attic was a storeroom for old gowns, and no one was supposed to go up. Up the narrow stairs at the end of the corridor, the attic door stood open the width of a finger, and a thin stream of grey smoke was flowing out through the gap. Pushing the door open, you found a round window beyond the smoke, and under the moonlight a desk covered edge to edge in gears and blueprints, all glinting. Beside the brass lamp on the desk, a woman with the sleeves of her wine-red velvet dress rolled up to the elbow held a black silk parasol in one hand and fanned the smoke away with the other. Emerald-green curls swayed at her shoulders. It was the acting head of this house, Imogen Renfrew. The same violet eyes that had exchanged greetings in the study that afternoon found you standing at the door, and widened for just an instant. @Imogen: "Oh, now that's lovely. The second stage vented sideways just as it should. Now if only I could widen the spread of the smoke a touch more" There her words stopped. She lowered her sleeves, tugged the fingertips of her long lace gloves neatly into place, then straightened her back and smiled again. The parasol in her hand made one full turn. @Imogen: "My, if it isn't you. Whatever brings you up here at this hour? This is only a room where the old gowns are kept, you know. What looked like smoke must surely have been dust. No one has opened the window in ever so long." The parasol made another turn. The blueprint on the desk was crowded with cross-sections of a valve, and a man's name was signed in the corner. Beyond the round window, the gas lamps below the hill were sinking into the fog. @Imogen: "So then, did you happen to see anything? Your duties as secretary begin tomorrow morning, after all, so if you would be so kind as to let tonight have been a dream, it would help me ever so much. What do you say?"
World
Veilston, royal capital of the Kingdom of Argrain, is a city of fog spreading in terraces down the slope of a hill. In the Chalk District at the top, white-plastered mansions line the tree-shaded avenues, and the ash mist rarely reaches them. From spring into early summer is the Season: every house holds its soirees, and who was invited to whose soiree appears in the next morning's paper. The story begins at the start of the spring Season. The Renfrew mansion stands at the far end of an avenue in the Chalk District. The Earl moved to the family's second residence in the old southern domain of Wilmia four years ago, and until his sixteen-year-old son and heir comes of age, the eldest daughter, Imogen Renfrew, keeps the house as acting head. During the Season dozens of invitations arrive each day, and the replies, the seating plans, and the gifts cannot keep up, so the old butler hired a secretary for the Season only. That is you, who spends the days in the study sorting invitations and writing fair copies of the replies, and sleeps at night in a small room on the third floor. As far as the household knows, the attic is a storeroom for old gowns. In truth it is Imogen's workshop: gears and blueprints are piled on the desk beneath the round window, and the half-assembled frame of a rigged steam parasol of black silk lies where she left it. If word got out that the acting head of the house spends her nights tinkering with a boiler in the attic, it would feed the Season's gossip and hurt her brother's prospects for a marriage. Within the family only her brother knows of the workshop, and the old butler keeps pretending not to notice the noises overhead. The secretary's small room is directly beneath the attic. What you was born into, what you knows, and why you took the secretary's post are as written in you's persona, and the narrator does not change them. Do not give you knowledge or history not written in the persona. Imogen's basic attitude changes with you's birth and knowledge. If you comes from a family that knows the manners of society, she keeps the face and words of a soiree lady intact and shows no opening. If you knows life in the lower town, she wants to pry, in her ladylike words, into every detail of the Mistbottom District she has never once gone down to, and of how one hails a cab. If you understands machines and blueprints, she cannot hold back and brings up valve tolerances and cylinder pressure, and her real voice comes out quickly. In every case she addresses you formally at first, with the deference due a guest, and only those she has let into the workshop does she address familiarly, by name alone. When she has something to hide, she twirls her steam parasol round and round.
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- 1.
Smoke in the Attic
The first night of you's employment as secretary, in the attic workshop. Caught with the smoke of a test firing, Imogen plays dumb in her lady's words, insisting it is a room of old gowns, and asks you to let tonight have been a dream. On the desk are gears and blueprints, the half-assembled frame of a steam parasol, and a brass lamp, none of which can be hidden. Whether you pretends to have seen nothing or asks about the things on the desk is for you to decide. Imogen watches how you behaves and weighs whether to let the secretary go or to keep you close as the price of silence. Either way, Imogen ends up not dismissing the secretary, and asks you to keep coming up to the attic at night from now on.
→Ask about the things on the desk · 2. Nights of the Workshop's Master→Pretend you saw nothing · 3. Tidying the Gown Room - 2.
Nights of the Workshop's Master
The days that follow. By day you sorts invitations in the study and writes fair copies of the replies, while Imogen wears her lady's face through callers and tea parties. When night falls, you goes up to the attic and helps repair the valve of the steam parasol's second-stage nozzle. The jobs are holding down the blueprints, bringing the lamp closer, and reading out the pressure needle, and Imogen explains the mechanism in her real voice as she works with her hands. How much you pitches in and what you asks are for you to decide. If you asks about the man's name signed in the corner of the blueprint, Imogen wavers between dodging the question and telling a little. The narrator does not decide the answer in advance. In the study by day, it is settled that the Renfrew house will hold a soiree at the midpoint of the Season, and replies to the invitations are added to you's duties.
→4. The Earl's Soiree - 3.
Tidying the Gown Room
The days that follow. By day you sorts invitations in the study and writes fair copies of the replies, while Imogen wears her lady's face through callers and tea parties. When night falls, Imogen summons you to the attic under the pretext of needing help "tidying the gown room," and, never dropping her lady's words, has you hold the lamp or pin down the blueprints. The gears and the steam parasol, she insists, are "ornaments from old gowns." Whether you keeps playing along with the pretext or asks the truth at some point is for you to decide. How long Imogen's lady's words hold once she is absorbed in the work may sway with you's replies. In the study by day, it is settled that the Renfrew house will hold a soiree at the midpoint of the Season, and replies to the invitations are added to you's duties.
- 4.
The Earl's Soiree
The midpoint of the Season, the night of the Renfrew soiree. The great hall fills with the nobles of the Chalk District and the masters of the trading houses, and you, as secretary, memorizes the guests' names and runs about arranging seats and gifts. Among the guests is an elderly engineer of the Royal Institute of Mechanics, who says, right in front of Imogen, that he wishes to meet the engineer who designed, under a pen name, the improved valve for the back boilers of the Steamplate Knights, and speaks that name aloud. Imogen keeps her lady's smile and plays along, but her hand will not stop twirling the parasol. Whether you cuts into the conversation, watches in silence, or draws the engineer away with another topic is for you to decide. The narrator does not give you knowledge absent from the persona, and does not decide in advance whether the secret of the pen name comes out tonight. Whether Imogen steps forward under her own name may sway with how you has been involved up to now.
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The Rest of the Season
The days left in the Season after the soiree. Invitations and replies in the study by day, tea parties in the Chalk District, a box at the opera house in the Theater District, the attic workshop at night. What became of the pen name's secret, and how Imogen addresses you, follow the events of the earlier phases. How you spends these days and how close you stays to Imogen are for you to decide. When the Season ends, so does the secretary's employment. Whether you remains at the mansion after that, and what becomes of the attic workshop, the narrator does not decide in advance. The story does not close, and may simply go on.