Airs of the Lanes

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**Airs of the Lanes** is considered a Hidden Quality Albion: Worlebury-juxta-Mare in Sunless Skies.

## Obtaining

Hidden Qualities are used to track various things and are invisble to the player.

## Quality status

**Airs of the Lanes** has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

### Variable Interaction description

These desciptions appear when a specific group is called for text.

#### Lanes

* **[**0**]** A woman calls you over to a stall selling... Toffee-something. They're a little too large to be apples. She assures you, with a broad smile that \"Of course they're apples. Maybe you haven't seen one recently and can't recall how they look?\" Some of the toffee has fingerprints in. Still, that child bedecked in frills seems to be eating some without suffering any obvious harm.
* **[**1**]** A woman calls you over to a stall selling... Toffee-something. They're a little too large to be apples. She assures you, with a broad smile that \"Of course they're apples. Maybe you haven't seen one recently and can't recall how they look?\" Some of the toffee has fingerprints in. Still, that child bedecked in frills seems to be eating some without suffering any obvious harm.
* **[**15**]** A macaron store! Delighted, you bustle towards the cramped stall, shouldering past an old man in a top hat. But before you can accost a shopkeeper, you realise they're actually just cardboard cut-outs. Badly painted ones too. How disappointing.
* **[**30**]** An attractive individual, vividly attired in poison colours, draws your attention to a stall. \"Bespoke jewellery?\" His cohorts share identical smiles and eyebrows. As one, they gesture at the available material: bits of tinsel, chewed-up bubblegum, bent pennies, bird bones, and strands of hair in every hue.
* **[**44**]** The barber smiles at you with too many teeth. \"Shave and a nick?\" he asks. Though his shop is lushly appointed, crushed velvet and a decadently papal aesthetic, it is conspicuously empty. He notes your glance and, crestfallen, offers to sell you a story instead.
* **[**58**]** The frames shop, as it turns out, is not where you purchase corrective glasses. Instead, it hawks poor metaphors and second-rate similes, phrases with which to inadequately frame a situation. Not wanting to be impolite, you buy an analogy for an upset stomach.
* **[**72**]** This stall has a row of wooden ducks that you can shoot at with an air rifle. A child stands alongside it, crying. He has spent all his money and not knocked down one. When you have a go, it becomes apparent that at least one of the ducks is glued in place. When you point this out, the storekeeper frowns, and hastily passes you a prize.
* **[**86**]** The House of Hugh might be a jewellery store, or it may instead be where one purchases men named Hugh. It is hard to say. Inside, it is quiet as a museum and there are gorgeous men relaxing in roped-off areas, drenched in jewellery. It is not worth risking the scandal. You gab with a pink-cheeked mother instead.
* **[**100**]** A woman calls you over to a stall selling... Toffee-something. They're a little too large to be apples. She assures you, with a broad smile that \"Of course they're apples. Maybe you haven't seen one recently and can't recall how they look?\" Some of the toffee has fingerprints in. Still, that child bedecked in frills seems to be eating some without suffering any obvious harm.
* **[**115**]** A macaron store! Delighted, you bustle towards the cramped stall, shouldering past an old man in a top hat. But before you can accost a shopkeeper, you realise they're actually just cardboard cutouts pasted on cheese so old the mould is iridescent. How disappointing.
* **[**130**]** An attractive individual, vividly attired in poison colours, draws your attention to a stall. \"Bespoke jewellery?\" His cohorts share identical smiles and eyebrows. As one, they gesture at the available material: bits of tinsel, chewed-up bubblegum, bent pennies, bird bones, strands of hair in every hue, and eyeballs impaled on hooks.
* **[**144**]** The barber smiles at you with too many teeth. \"Shave and a nick?\" he asks. Though his shop is lushly appointed, crushed velvet and a decadently papal aesthetic, it is conspicuously empty. He notes your glance and, crestfallen, offers to sell you a story instead.
* **[**158**]** The frames shop, as it turns out, is not where you purchase corrective glasses. Instead, it hawks poor metaphors and second-rate similes, phrases with which to inadequately frame a situation. Not wanting to be impolite, you buy an analogy for an upset stomach and ignore the way they harvest fresh stock from a gaggle of weeping men.
* **[**172**]** This stall has a row of wooden ducks that you can shoot at with an air rifle. A child stands alongside it, crying. He has spent all his money and not knocked down one. When you have a go, it becomes apparent that at least one of the ducks is glued in place. When you point this out, the storekeeper frowns, and hastily passes you a prize. Behind you, there is the sound of poultry screaming.
* **[**186**]** The House of Hugh might be a jewellery store, or it may instead be where one purchases men named Hugh. It is hard to say. Inside, it is quiet as a museum and there are gorgeous men relaxing in roped-off areas, drenched in jewellery. It is not worth risking the scandal. You gab with a hollow-cheeked mother instead.

## Interactions

### Interactions in Detail

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+ Wandering Worlebury ≤ 40
+ Airs of the Lanes = [1-100] + An Awareness of Something... Off
+ +10 x An Awareness of Something... Off
+ Wandering Worlebury = [1-100]
+ -5 x Terror

Rare: + -1 x Attired for Worlebury-juxta-Mare
+ Airs of the Lanes = [1-100] + An Awareness of Something... Off
+ +10 x An Awareness of Something... Off
+ Wandering Worlebury = [1-100]
 Consider the strangeness of the Lanes
+ Attired for Worlebury-juxta-Mare ≥ 1
+ Terror ≤ 75
+ Mirrors (42 for 100%)
+ Airs of the Lanes = [1-100]
+ An Awareness of Something... Off = 0 [In a place so bright and joy-filled, it's easy to be distracted. Whatever it was you'd noticed about Worlebury-juxta-Mare, it's gone now.]
+ +1 x Savage Secret
+ +1 x Gourd of Chorister Nectar
+ +1 x Salon-Stewed Gossip
+ Wandering Worlebury = [1-100]
+ -1 x Attired for Worlebury-juxta-Mare
+ +5 x Terror

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