Editing Take the city's pulse

{{Action
|ID = 258418
|Description = The city has an ebb and flow. Make yourself a rock, and feel where the current pulls you.
|Icon = Fallenlondon.png
|From Storylet title = On the Trail (Storylet){{!}}On the Trail
|Locked with = {{Lock|The Airs of London|51}} (With {{Use|Engaged in a Name-Making Case|Appearance=Name-Making Case|Type=Math}} exactly 1) or {{Lock|The Airs of London|34}} (With {{Use|Engaged in a Name-Making Case|Appearance=Name-Making Case|Type=Math}} 2-3)
|BroadDiff = 16
|BroadQuality = {{IL|Watchful}}
|Success title = The inner detective
|Success description = Sometimes you have to put yourself in the middle of things. Shut your eyes and see where your feet take you. [...] this person you're walking behind – they're nervous, edgy. Concerned about being followed [...] That means there's something worth finding out. [...]
}}
*{{Success Increase|Watchful}}
*{{Gain|On the Trail (Quality)|Appearance=On the Trail|2 x}}
*{{Airs|The Airs of London}}

{{Failure
|Failure title = Perhaps they just smelled nice
|Failure description = ''There.'' The woman with the flowers. The bouquet forms some sort of code [...] you're plumbing the depths of rhyming slang. &rsquo;''Roses are red, someone is dead. Violets are blue, that someone's you.''&rsquo; Dash it, that ''can't'' be right.
}}
*{{Failure Increase|Watchful}}
*{{Airs|The Airs of London}}