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  • The Cobbled Streets
    This is the dividing line - the place where the unwashed and the upper class are forced into each others paths. The lanes and streets joining the North to the South are thronged with the citizens of the city throughout the evenings, innocent and guilty alike. Here, the rich rub shoulders with the poor; from here, the ego and true pretentiousness of the city can be seen.
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  • Along The River
    Cobbles glisten in the evening rain, leaf litter blocking the gutters and causing unshod feet to slip. Ragged men stagger home from the workhouses, brushed aside by the clicking wheels of the hansom cabs. Horses duck their heads, snorting plumes of wet, straw scented heat as the human traffic pushes past them and always, everywhere, above it and beyond it all, is the stink of the river Avon as its turgid flow seeps beneath the bridges. The river itself remains a dark, indifferent consciousness that allows anyone to stand by its weir and stare into the silent currents.
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    Sat Apr 18, 2020 5:01 pm
  • Great Western Railway
    Towering above the city streets, the Great Steam Railway clatters and roars its way through the night. The bridge which runs along the river conceals the dregs of humanity who call it home - urchins and beggars huddle round trash fires for warmth whilst the trains laden with coal for London rattle overhead. The railway is the sign of the new age, embodying everything that is the Victorian era - new, outrageous, endlessly noise, expensive... but innovative, beautiful, decadent and inspiring. The men who work the line call it "she", their tones full of wonder, love and hate in equal measure. The trains are indomitable, carrying humans (and perhaps also Kindred) by the score to destinations unknown.
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  • Bath Gas Works
    A looming iron circular tower, the gasometer has long been a telling sign of how much gas the city is using. At peak times the crown of the holder falls with increased consumption. When the works here were built it was insisted that they were far enough away from the city so they would not spoil the views. When built in 1818 they were on the edge of the city, enclosed in a wooden shed. Generating most at night, Bath Gas Works supplies the necessary gas for the street lamps and The Bath Corporation, the local authority of the time, uses this to promote the fact that the streets of Bath are lit to wealthy tourists, so they shan't walk the streets in fear of being attacked. The company is often in court for polluting the local rivers, but people aren't particularly worried about the environmental effects of the pollution. In fact, factories down the river, such as the wool plant at Twerton, use the water from the river for cleaning.
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    Wed Feb 22, 2017 9:53 pm
  • Chemical Works
    To be Victorian was, it seems, to be arsenicated. The poison was in everything: used as a dye in textiles, wallpaper and even children's toys, added to sweets and foodstuffs, employed to dip sheep and as an insecticide on fruit. It even found its way into beer. It was made into medicines (some of which remained in use well into the 20th century). It was also, of course, used by murderers and would be murderers (perhaps its most familiar role to us). Here is the Chemical Works house of the city, which traces the history of arsenic and its use in Aquae Sulis, including the struggles of forensic chemists to develop tests. The price of progression may well indeed be the agonies inflicted by arsenic poisoning. Scheele's Green is a dye which produced a lovely green colour on items like wallpaper, the fumes from which could be very debilitating and on occasion fatal. Here is where trials and producsts are maintained, amid a massive wood-frame set of buildings which date to the 1850s and most prominently includes a large three-story brick warehouse built only in 1878. A wood-frame office building stands across from the main complex near to the river, and a series of duplexes built as worker housing line its south-facing side.
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  • Eve (Opium Den)
    Just as the regular addict retreats to their general dens of iniquity to indulge in this vice, those who feign propriety may submit to their baser instincts, slaking their lust by submitting to nocturnal predators. Eve is unique in Opium Dens in that she caters specifically to Kindred; the surging lifeblood of this dark and enigmatic den depends on the cursed vitae of vampires. With a sizeable Herd of attractive addicts, Miss Angelina Chadwick, owner and manager of Eve, invites Kindred from all walks of Unlife to indulge themselves in her selection - for a modest price. A range of options are available to suit all tastes, special exceptions made for regular customers. The pleasures of the flesh can be made available as can opium-high humans already invested in the safety and maintenance of The Masquerade.
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    Sun Mar 29, 2020 6:39 pm
  • The Redemption Club
    A run of Georgian three-story office buildings back on to the river just to the west of the Newark Foundry, this is an apparent ill-fated attempt by the bourgeoisie to launch a beachhead south of the river before the fires of industry rendered the area barely habitable to those of refined taste. Formerly nearly derelict these buildings have been bought up an unknown benefactor and turned into an elegant gentleman’s club. There are many stories about what goes on behind the solid black door, it’s membership however remain tight lipped – nothing more than to confirm the excellence of the recently installed French Chef. To the North the buildings back directly onto the river, looking almost mournfully back towards Green Park; to the south thick iron railings run protecting the building from the street and taciturn bailiffs regularly patrol the frontage to move on any who seek to loiter or sponge off guests arriving or leaving.
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