I'll send you a happy dream

[hairpining]

[So today, people of London, amongst all your Christmas preparation, if you have a certain peculiar look about you, you may find yourself being accosted by one of two young ladies:

The first, a tall, black-haired girl of about 18 years, speaking in polite, carefully measured words, energy running wild and electric right beneath them, "Pardon me."

And the second, a much, much shorter blonde girl... maybe 14 years old, but her age is hard to place. She is far more blunt, making an attempt at tugging your sleeve, staring right into your eyes with her... boatlights. Blue and gold. "Hi," she starts, flatly.

What do you do?]

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[leviathaned]

[Today, London, a strange thing is happening. Namely, an...extremely tall young man in a nice coat, scarf and dark gloves is coming up and offering you a card without much of a word. It reads, simply;

'Leviathan'
Problems Solved, Services Rendered
No Mysteries Solved
Clergy Need Not Apply

An address is on the back, and he's gonna try and wander off shortly after handing it to you, whistling faintly to himself.

What do.]