Huh? You wanted to reach the Piper? You're in Fallen London; there's bound to be a rat somewhere within twenty feet of you. Pass one of them a note and hum a few annoying bars, and they'll know who it's for. It'll probably to its intended recipient. As long as your parchment doesn't smell too much like cheese.

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Carnival Trip with Tene
Death Reveal, Face Reveal
After (Class) Party
There is Nothing, Again
Fruits of the Zee
Parabola Excursion (ft. Maven and Tailor)
Maven's Crash-Out
Tailor's New Shop