Footman's Logg; Dec 26th, 18XX :Loaded up the cargo

"I have reservations about reconciling a quantum
mechanics thought experiment with Egyptian mythology. More importantly, what
possible threat could superpositioned cats pose?"



The Badger scrunched up his face "and how did that involve the plant exploding? and what about the cemetary?"



I shrugged "No, that was from the pallet of bombs the pengi had left out from Exploding Yak Day, and don't worry about the cemetary, it's in good hands."

We were at the air tower, overseeing the pengi as they loaded the Oroboros.

"but what are you going to do now? what am I going to do?"

"take an extended vacation? I hear Armada's nice this time of year, you should see it at least once."

"but badgers aren't meant to swim, anyway."

"well, go visit the undercity then, it's got dirt, badgers like dirt don't they? "

"bah, I'd rather just get drunk"

Te Badger wandered off, waving hi claw dismissively, as I returned my focus to the pengi, watching #41 kick and warble at a delicate peice of equiptment, most the laboratory apparatuses were going to Harbor Landing for now, I had already taken the Oroboros out of storage, it's living quarters would suffice for now on my travels.

Leaving the pengi to finish packing, I headed to the Gangplank to make sure I was well stocked on supplies, while musing how the pengi had odd holiday traditions.

Footman's Logg; Dec 23th, 18XX :End of Footman Industries

I had been cleaning out old experiemts and equiptment in the plant, when I came across a crate of bombs, ARMED bombs....

After digging myself out of the rubble, I looked across the smoking ruins. I don't think I will rebuild this time, as this location seems to be the target of every would be 'zombie killer' to get their jollys, I'll look for someone else to take over the graveyard, and hopefully not pave it over as it was before, and might take time to travel again for a bit. Fortunatly, most my scientific equiptment, as well as the Anti-Ectotheric Containment Device were in the lab beneath the crypt and were safe, at least until I put the pengi to work loading them onto the Oroboros.

Somehow though, I feel as if I'm back to where I've started...


((OOC: logging on to SL tonight, I found I had 1 day left on my plot in Babbage, and as it has been a very tight week being the holidays, and I still have xmas weekend at my dad's, wich visits to my dad always tend to be more pricey than I'd like, I wouldn't be able to make tier, so, rather than do the mediocre quietly take down any buildings and list the land for sale, so something entirely diferent can replace it, I blew up my plant, and am currently looking to give the land to whoever will A. keep the graveyard, as others do seem to use it, and B, keep it RP friendly, I'd hate to see another generic shop plopped down and the new owners start banning whoever speaks IC within 20 meters of it, eitherway, this is my IC reason, I may rebuild Footman Industries sometime down the line, after the holidays, when the months are kinder to me financially, and I can afford land again, otherwise I may take a short break from SL, as I haven't been on it lately for various reasons anyway))

Footman's Logg; Dec 13th, 18XX

I've largely stayed in either the lab, or my study in the plant, in an effort to avoid most the holiday 'cheer' like my great uncle Ebineezer Scrooge Footman, only with enough devices to keep any spirits of other timelines, or krampuses away, and focus on my work.

The new formula of serum seems to be losing some of it's potency, as my current appearance and need to return to a respirator have been testament to. I haven't been able to atch Miss Macbain to examine her for ill side effects either, but when I last saw, she didn't seem to be in the same condition as I am, but then again, I didn't have to stitch her back together.

I have also attempted work on the new power source again, while aquiring sources has been difficult, possibly due to time of year and the general babbageness of this town, but I've sent pengi outside te walls to aquire more.

I have also pried my nose into this beast business, including returning to the crypt next door. I've come to the conclusion by this point, that the tomb is much older even than the cemetary on my own property, aside from that, more information was found as to the nature of the beast, the site it's self , where the creature emerged from the statue, has some sort of large boxlike contraption over the crossroads nearby, apparantly some sort of very large trap or something. Having not seen the creature myself , I can't say if the thing would hold it much.

Footman's Logg; Nov 24th, 18XX

Finally returning to Babbage, the Badger has aparantly kept all in order, however, the Anti-Ectotheric Containment Device seems to be starting to fail, the SLenderman was able to knock the device on it's side. Since his eventual escape seemed likely at this point, and the fact the device kept getting confused with the 'reality enforcing device' it was based off of, a new Anti-Ectotheric Containment device was needed, the Mk II, improving many of the design flaws inherent in the original (such as sending curious midgets who touch it into comas)

Powered by the very Ectotheric energy it traps, the SLenderman should be well contained by now, of course, given the weight and the necessity of monitoring the device, I will not be able to ship him to the Harbor Landing labs at this point.

Footman's Logg; Oct 11th, 18XX

I finally returned to Babbage, having managed to get out just before the quarentine, wich given how my appearance has reverted back to before, is unexpected I would have made it out. I've heard reports of this new outbreak, most the city apparantly becoming infected , but unlike the F-virus spawned off my serum experiments last year, this strain seemed to not only be airborne, but those infected kept their mental state....Most of them at least, I've heard some went mad.

The last of the escapees from the lab have also been rounded up from the graveyard, and somehow there's more than there should be. I'm not sure if the extra zombies are leftover victims of this airborne virus, with their minds gone, or if the graveyard zombies had bitten some and spread it slightly, I do keep Dayafter's cure on hand, but it's really hard to say, some of them did seem to be old corpses, and covered in dirt.

The doors are back up, the Eels have been replaced and we are now back at full capacity again. I have told the Badger to wall over the holding cell for now, for the most part, Mr. Mornington seems to have cured all the infected.

I've taken to using my rebreather again, as my lungs have again degraded, the serum may be losing it's potency, or my time in Kadath without access to my serum, equiptment, or even a real lab may have caused it. I'll have to send Miss Macbain a letter warning her to take care not to overuse the serum until I can be sure.

Footman's Logg; Oct 9th, 18XX

I've been overseeing the repairs on the plant, and it is now back to full power, and managed to retrieve my heart from Dr. Sonnerstien, finally able to leave off the circulatory device I had been using in place.

Apparantly now too, there is a new epidemic in he city, similar to the F-virus from last year. I've heard the details second hand, but those infected tend to resemble the undead or something (wich would explain why people keep asking me if I'm feeling well, my time without serum took a toll unfortunately), I did have a group come to the plant convinced it was my doing. and while, the zombies currently contained in the graveyard are escapees from my lab, they're not the same strain of virus as this other one.

It's possibly a new strain of disease, apparantly centered around the museum in Babbage Square. Unfortunatly, I have to take a trip to Ichor Falls this week, or I'd see about studying this, possibly retreiving a sample.

Footman's Logg; Oct 3rd, 18XX

I've returned to Babbage. Having escaped the moon-things that came for the book and hid out in the parallel dreamworld city Kadath. I had converted the mechanicle black mirror into a black gate, wich I had been working on in the study the night they came, and hurredly ducked in, Sadly the device somehow rejected my heart chamber, and so while in the otherworld had to cobble a circulation machine.

Unfortunatly I had no way to activate he gate device while on the other side, the Badger had moved it to the lab in the meantime, so I was effectively stuck.

It was Miss Gizzy who finally activated it, she had found my notes I had scrawled on the margins of the pages left behind, though she didn't really understand them, and claimed to have turned the machine on to see what it did.

I had been getting inceasingly sick from the lack of an actual heart, and had been atempting to cobble together what I needed to jury rig another black gate, when I was shunted back into the lab.

An injection of serum and I examined he grounds. One tank had been smashed and the eels in the other were dead and so we'd been losing much power, the zombies broke out of the holding cell and ha infested the graveyard, wich seemed larger. And my prototype automotons were wandering around lost with no clear purpose.

I'll have to work on cleaning and fixing things in the next week or so it seems, as well as find a replacement heart.

THe Badger's Notes: Disturbance

The Badger had made his rounds of the plant and burial grounds, the graves were quiet, though the cemetary as a whole seemed larger lately, The Badger nodded to the girl playing around the gravestones as he climbed over the new fence that seemed to have replaced the old overnight and walked under the boards sealing off the plant. It was dark, with the only light coming from the remaining eel tank, a pile of Pengi lounging in the corner, surrounded by bottles of rum. Unlike the clockworks in Clockhaven, the pengi didn't have a strike, they just went on an apparant week long bender.

The Badger shook his head and went upstairs, there had been a slight disturbance, a coule of the books had apparantly exploded, most the loose pages were picked up by the maid, but there were still a couple showing up here and there. lighting the lamp on the desk, nothing looked too out of sorts, He was about to leave when he heard what sounded like tinkering behind him, he turned to look just in time to see an image face away. in the couple seconds he saw it, it looked like the boss working on something, but he was all glowing like a ghost.

The badger snorted, he's been up too late these days, it was making him see things, He wandered back to his burrow, past the graveyard and nodded to Mac, leaning against the crypt. He wa going to go to be early for once and swear off the rum.....maybe just a shot of rum...maybe just one bottle, couldn't hurt.

The Badger's Notes: Cleanup

The Badger watched the Pengi board up the entrances to the plant until the doors could be repaired. They had already cleaned up inside with Miss Gizzy overseeing that part, set the furniture that wasn't broken back to rights, scrubbed the floor of the study, cleaned up as much of the blood and glowing fluid as they could. Now, with 2 of the doors having floated down the canals and no word yet when they could be replaced, He had the pengi board up the lace, to keep the urchins out. The remaining eel generator was brought ut of storage and the urcins were always too interested in trying to steal eels, despite the nasty electric shock they'd get (some were gettin wiser and bringing gloves made of indian rubber).

The Badger watched the Pengi work , neatening the place for the Boss's return, when he saw someone tanding there near the graveyard also watching.

"you! this is private property!"

the raptor in the suit examined his claws "I had heard rumors that the man who ran this place has dissappeared, I assumed it would be up for sale"

"ee's missing, not dead! ee does that sometimes, though usually ee tells us were he'd be goin, no, the plant is not up for sale Mr."

"Dr. actually, Dr. Dinosaur, and you would be Lunch? "

The Badger bristeled "They call me The Badger, I'm the groundskeeper and Mr. Footman's accountant, ain't noone's lunch!"

Dr. Dinosaur nodded as he started to turn and walk away "I'm sure, anyway, we'll see how long before it's up for sale, a shame to let a location like this go to waste. Good evening Mammal."

The Badger made a rude gesture as the raptor walked away. "now who the hell was that? Dinosaurs now, what's this town coming to?"

The Badger's Find

the Badger left his burrow and headed to Footman Industries . When he arrived, he saw something was amiss.

the doors were ripped off, both sets (the miner automoton and an angry #9 were fishing one out of the canal), the eel generator was in peices, electric eels flopping on the floor, the sitting room was a mess, furniture overturned, painting tilted, only the aquarium with the boss's catches was untouched. Upstair the Badger got worried.

a puddle of blood was at the top of the ramp, the lamp and the Skull of Omizuka were knocked off the desk and the Boss's copy of the Necronomicon was gone. What worried the Badger though, was what he saw in the center of the painted circle on the floor, the boss's cane, heart chamber (complete with deformed heart) and a large pool of glowing liquid.

The Badger sighed when he saw it "all this damage will cost a fotune to fix"



((OOC, I am starting a new job as a tour/museum guide of my local town's historic area, taking people through houses dating from the 17th trough 19th centuries, and the next few weeks won't be on as often as I'm training. who knows what happened at Footman Industries........ ))

Footman's Log Sept 8th. 18XX

I had set up the study, with the mythos symbol on the floor, and the candel burning in the center, then the pengi wheeled in the black mirror. I had taken the ancient concept of an oracle and worked on the design, the machinery in the back would power it much more than any primitive blood sacrifices would.

I had the pengi move the device to the center of the room and vacate, lighting the insense and all that extra,

I started up the machine, stoking the small burner in back and setting the conrols, turning the sigils on the dials until they spelled Loosestrife's name in elder sigils. and activated it.



While it sputtered and smoked from the smokestack, I moved to the center of the miskatonic circle and concentrated on it's black surface.

It took a good amount of focus, and I was fighting not to doze off,

but then had had noticed an image forming.



I saw on the glass, a large black cloud over the city, I stared at the image and looked closer, noicing that the cloud seemed to have a small trail leading down.

AAt this point I subconsously noticed that the only light came from the candle burning in front of the device. I didn't pay too much attention as the image held my eye,

I followed the trail down into the city following it as it lead to a glowing green stone.



At this point I stood up , wondering what a glowing green stone had to do with Loosestrife, and where it was now, or if it even was a stone or some symbolic meaning these sort of things always seem to produce.

As I stood up, then I noticed the darkness and the shadows flitting, this is why I don't do this very often, you see more than you want to.

Footman's Logg; Sept 6, evening, 18XX Miss Macbain

I had run into Mr. Melnik talking with the church's newly arrived sisters. Once they had left, I had told Mr. Melnik about what Miss Anatra had told me, and we went to look for Star at the Gangplank. The pub itself was quiet and empty, with no sign of Star, we were about to go look at the Bucket for her, as Sonnerstien and Anatra had mentioned she had been seen there, when Miss Bilavio had entered. I left her and Mr. Melnik to talk and headed to the Bucket on my own.

I had entered to see Mss Macbain sitting at the bar, looking slightly disheveled. She sounded cheerful admittedly, but there was still something amiss, the fact we were in Underby's bad being just the lesser of them. Mr. Melnik soon entered, he must have left shortly after I had afterall, and we enquired to her well being. She insisted she was fine, that she had slept there rather than walking home, then she looked behind her, at what, I couldn't tell, it's possible it was the other pub patron that had entered. She also seemed very unconcerned being in Underby's establishment, despite their hate/hate relationship. She claimed Loosestrife would step in if Underby tried anything. Apparantly she is staying in Loosestrife's house, in a red room, the sound of it brought to mind a cell. When I asked what she knew of this man, she practically gushed (Stargirl gushing...I have never been more disturbed), claiming she loved him and all, he had apparantly given her sanctuary in his house (in this red room) as she had felt threatened by the recent graffiti, some of it showing up inside the gangplank. I lied and told her the graffiti had been showing up all over, even in my plant as Dr. Sonnerstein then entered.

She said 'they' had been trying to summon Pocket, but strangely seemed to have no memory who Pocket was, or Maggie, for that matter. there seemed to be some gleaming who Tenk was however, though she apparantly hadn't been able to see him when he was right there by her last nnight from what I heard. and when asked about Pip, she called him a rotten little beast.

I had suggested she come to the lab for an examination, partially as I wasn't sure the new hospital was completed, and I wanted to test her serum levels. (and possibly break whatever spell she is under), she said Kaylee had worked on her leg, and totally oblivious to what I meant by her 'other condition'.

Underby then showed himself, seeming strangely unperterbed the woman who evicted his wife was having breakfast in his pub. We asked him what he knew f this, he fed us some line of only somewhat knowing Loosestrife, and tried to explain away Star's symptoms like some Builder addled preist. When Mr. Melnik asked f he answered to Loosestrife, and Underby denied it, Star laughed. it was also noticeable how the snake was rattled by Loosestrife's name. He knew more than he was letting on, that was apparant.

I'll admit I lost patience with Underby's avoidance of answering questions, and had informed him, if I found out he was not being truthful, I would see to it, he wished he had joined Pip. Star finally had gotten upset, I decided at this point then to return to the lab before I throttled the worm in front of everyone.

I'm concidering breaking into Loosestrife's house and looking at this room. or falling back on something I haven't done in years and attempting to scry without any mechanical aids. Last time I tried it I almost lost my mind.

If Star truely was in love, I can't say I'd be thrilled, but I would oblingingly step back and let her be happy. But this all feels wrong, and Underby I trust as far as I can throw.

Footman's Logg; Sept 6, 18XX

I am worried now.

I've returned to Babbage from Armada, having been there researching their haunted district, and had gone to the Gangplank for my usual rum.

The first thing I noticed, the circle marked on the cobbles outside. the symbols inside weren't from any culture I recognized, but with all the recent graffiti and the recent vandalism, it could be meaningless, another symbol taken at random from an old book. The fact it was in Clockhaven lead me t beleive it wasn't done by anyone who did their homework. There was recent evidence of scrubbing as well, obscuring any idea what the intent had been.

Entering the Gangplank, I nodded to Mr Morou, and sat at the bar, helping myself to an ale, and throwing some money in the tips.

When Miss Anatra entered. She asked Mr. Morou how Miss Macbain was doing. This caught my interest and I asked her why. She explained to me Star's mental state recently, and how she seemed to be under the influence of some mesmerist named Loosestrife. I don't worry often, but Miss Anatra's explanation caused me concern, and so I inquired if she knew the adress of this man as I checked and loaded my pistol. If he is doing something to cause- /writings is more scribbled and not very ledgeable/ .

I'm sorry, I have successfully avoided sleep for the past few days. Eitherway, she hadn't seen him lately, and claimed he had dissappeared. Dr. Sonnerstien had entered then, he had just seen Miss Macbain in the Bucket of Blood of all places. The fact she is patroning a pub owned by a man who he and his wife she has had a relatively unhealthy history with may be a sign of her current state. I will have pengi keeping an eye out for him, and talk to Underby, see if he knew why'd she'd be in the bucket. if that brings me no information, I may have to use other means.

I am releived however that according to Miss Anatra, she is not biting people.

Footman's logg. Sept 2. 18XX

I made the mistake of sleeping again last night, the dreams were much more vivid, of Kadath and rotting things. I awoke with a start to see one of them staring at me... bulging eyes. and slimy frog belly, in my own factory! somehow it had gotten past the signs, possibly through my nightmare. I reacted as you'd expect, drawing my pistol and firing. the shot hit #11 and ricoched into one of the eel vats, spilling flopping, sparking eels all over. The thing was gone. I got up and took more of the pills I picked up in Steelhead, a combination of stimulants to war off sleep. and ordered the pengi to clean up the mess (they tend to enjoy the electric shocks of the eels anyway). as I went out to the cemetary to collect myself. eyeing the new graves before making my way to the Gangplank for some rum and possibly pie from the bakery.

Footman's logg excerpt *cemetary strangeness*

The Badger entered Footman's study, "Mr. Footman Sir, there's someting with the graves.."



"What is it now? did the ghosts possess someone else? Someone dig up M on us?"



"no sir, there's new graves, it looks larger"

"so people are burying more stiffs, it is a city cemetary afterall."

"no sir, it's more like it's growing...the fencing has moved a good 3 inches closer to the plant in fact."

"wait...what?"

Walking outside, they look over the graves. as Grendel rubs the bridge of his nose.

"growing, you're sure of this? aside from a couple new stones, I don't notice anything out of sorts."

"er, some of those new stones are relatively dated..."

"well, keep track of if Badger, the cemetary has had an odd history so far."

"yes sir"

Footman's Logg; August 25 18XX

I wanted to have boxing matches at the plant, the Pengi always used to enjoy matches on the deck of the Rama afterall, and Babbage seems to have a dearthe of gentleman's sports (plus with the loss of the CHampaigne rooms, what else do we have to occupy our spare time?) The large empty space on the floor where the Geistmagorium used to be has been bothering me as well. The unforseen issue I've run into however, is the ring is a bit too large for my plant.

So to get over my dissapointment, I continued work on the accidnt prone Tiamat, where I proceeded to have a peice of the hull come and bend my thumb backwards at a right angle. I had snapped back the thumb easily enough, but the dscoloration stayed, now it was black and blue to add to the rash. I decided a break was in order and after a quick stop near port, have continued on to visit Miss Macbain at the Gangplank, Miss Frye and Mr. Mornington where also there. Mostly talked about land in babbage and my plans to eventually expand the graveyard, then I had to return to the lab and said my goodbyes. I hadn't seen any discoloration on Miss Macbain aside from her recent scarring (I would offer to replace the arm and leg, but to be honest, I think the prosthetics are endearing, and I doubt she'd let me stitch a new leg onto her), So I've decided for now not to tell her there may be some side effects of the serum, it could just easily be summer rash, as it had been a very warm summer and I had found myself in the vernian often

Footman's Logg; August 19 3:02PM 18XX the Vernian Triangle

I had been working on the new airship, the Tiamat, and took it for a test flight before working on the weapons. The Airship...exploded....once I was a few thousand meters in the air.

After patching myself back up again (it had taken a bit to find my left hand), I rebuilt the Tiamat and tried again, with Miss Macbain and Kalee as passengers.

First. Kaylee fund herself somehow stuffed in one of the engines, then we lost her completely as she fell out. Then it got worse, in attempting to navigate to Clockhaven, the laggstorm blew us off course, and we were trapped.....in the Vernian Triangle...

While Miss Macbain had said it seemed like we were undewater, and was worried about what sort of water creatures could live beyond, All I saw was the empty sky, not even the airship around me. The clocks were running backwords, earthquakes, volcanoes, the dead rising from the grave, human sacrifices, dogs and cats living together..mass hysteria!

actually none of that happened, the dimensional limbo we seemed to be in was more dull than anything else, the Tiamat was stuck solid. I told Miss Macbain we may have to risk abandoning ship, she agreed.

I don't know what happened when she left, there one moment, gone the next, I found out later she made it safely back to the Gangplank wih Kaylee, when I bailed though, I found myself, briefly, in some land where everyone was just standing around in an empty white lobby looking confused. It passed once I was able to escape and return to my lab.

I'm considering the Tiamat may be cursed at this point, I'll wait for the wether to improve before I attempt it again

Footman's Logg; August 19 18XX

I've visited Miss Macbain and seen the extent of her injuries, missing leg, eye, some scarring, it's amazing she survived the crash, then again she had the sample of serum I had given her still, but apparantly the doctors that healed her noticed her healing was slowed. She never did say what caused the crash however, could easily have been an airkraken. The prosthetics are well made however, and do nothing to detract from her appearance. Sadly I had to return to my lab and work, so the visit was unfortunatly cut short, work on a new airship, this one different from the Rama and Oroboros class ships and designed more for combat, I've run into a slight hang up mounting the Big Bertha gun on it's carriage however, as the zepplin was unable to lift off the platform with it, I may have to just settle for smaller weapons.

Footman's Logg; August 16 18XX

I've noticed my eyesight has appeared to be getting worse, I've had to taken to wearing my work goggles everywhere's again, the benefit at least is the teloscoping vision I suppose, but reguardless....
the discoloration on my hands has me more worried, it resembles gangreen, but there's no pain, I've kept my gloves on now when I leave home
it's been fairly uneventful since the Geistmagorium exploded, the wreckage has been cleaned up, and there is a large empty space on my floor. the portable Device Mr. Slenderman was trapped in is locked away safely, and all is quiet....
So I've started a new project, I still had tissue samples from the dinosaur that was running amok some time ago, I may be able to utilize it.

OOC: moving OOC's to a new blog

((to clean up my blog here and keep it largely IC, I am moving all my OOC rants and such to 'Footman Unplugged' and will be using that as my general Second Life, non-RP blog...http://footmanunplugged.blogspot.com/))

I had been preparing to pack up the Geistmagorium for transport to the Harbor Landing labs until a suitable time to return to hat particular project, when just to see if maybe one last shot could contact the engineer I had been hoping for, I reactivated it. I had forgotten the apparant meddling by some others tat I had never rectified, (the SLenderized #13, and the Badger had informed me Nightshade had mucked with the machine as well) It made a sizzling noise, then, rather than the low hum and gradual materialization of a spirit, instead it make a booming noise, and a gate of sorts opened up, the horrors I saw within, sparkling vampires, badly draw moving illustrations shiftng spazmadically, something called 'the Face-books", and tentacled teddybears based off of elder gods. On the one hand it was fascinating, except for the sparkling vampires that is.

Then the shoggoth started crawling through, Shoggoth's I know and can deal with. I quickly shut down the machine, then realized the emergency brake was disconnected! the shoggoth was crawling itself in more, filling up the room, so I did a last didth effort, and tossed one of the explosive devices I had leftover from trying to explode the martian structures last summer, and lobbed it.

Amazingly, there was little damage to the plant, I needed an injection, but no broken bones, the machine though, was in shambles. After picking through the smoking wreckage, I decided there was little to salvage, I'd have to rebuild it eventually, fr now however I have tasked Miss Gizzy and the pengi with cleaning it up and carting it out as I work on other projects, like refining the balm so it does not randomly change genders

Footman's Log, July 12th

Miss Gizzy has returned from Harbor Landing, I had sent her there shortly after the troubles with 13, both to aid the automotons there in renovating the colony, and for her own safety.
I was fishing at the canals (and finally caught the top to the bikini I had sent to Miss Macbain)

Apparantly she and Miss Anatra had moved Pocket from the field when he found himself trapped in it.
(not entirely sure how that happened, as he seems quite alive)I had breifly worked on Miss Gizzy's new casing, some ceramin/steel composite I had found at Ichor Falls.
It was simple to attach the peices to Miss Gizzy's frame, and soon she was back up and out the door to run errands.
Back to the device, I have worked on a smaller device. It utilizes the same ideas as the larger anti-ectotheric device. Miss Gizzy was not available , so Miss Hermit aided me. I brought out my elemental manipulatory gauntlets and entered the feild, we had to syncronize the frequencies of the devices with tht of Mr. Slenderman,. His was three numbers, I adjusted the dials, the gauntlets diffusing the feld around me, and called out each number as I reached it. She would input it in the portable. I finally called out the final number in the sequence, 11.∞.....
Miss Hermit asked if it was a smudge, I yelled back no, it was eleven, point, figureeight on it's side...11.∞. She set the dial and shortly after, as the hair on my arms was starting to singe from the energy loop between the devices, the indicator lamp came on, SLenderman was in the portable.
I set the controls and finall threw the main switch on the larger device.....and it did nothing.

I stood there confused breifly, then wih a loud bang, it collapsed into peices, spoke coming from the wreckage admidst a series of small explosions.

I left a note to the Badger to clean up the mess tomorrow, and rebuild the crypt

Footman's log, July 9th, 18XX

Mr. SLenderman has been contained. Mr. Melnik, and Miss's Anatra, Heinrichs and Hermit had gone searching for him, armed with weapons and using Bookworm as bait.
I stayed in the graveyard, making adjustments on the device, when with a silent hiss, Mr. Slenderman materialized above it, reeling in pain, they must have wounded it, forcing it back to the graveyard.
I quickly threw the switch and took a step back as the feild activated. Mr. Slenderman raged behind the arcs of energy, until finally using up the last of his reserves, his shadowy form dissapated. I advised everyone who gathered to leave the graveyard, as the feild was growing, and I was not sure yet what it's effect wold be on the living.
The feild should be enough to contain Mr. SLenderman and any of the remainng spirits, similar to the anti-magic devices of miss Frye's, it disrupts the ecto-theric energy that allows a ghost or spirit to interact in our world. Slenderman would not be able to manifest, rip into any more graves to devour anymore spirits of the dead, or leave.



There was some discussion, Mss Hermit had asked if it was permanent, or if she could return the refugee spirits eventuall, I assured her I would find a way to transport the device without releasing Mr. Slenderman. Or, barring that, if there was a way i could extract him possibly. Eitherway, for now, the cemetary is under quarentine, the Badger has been informed not to intern anymore for now until we can move it out of there.
Miss Hermit dissapeared via smokebomb, Miss Heinrichs returned home to find curtians so she can sleep without being distrubed by the feild's lights.
and I told Mr. Melnik and Miss Anatra to go get a drink at the gangplank on my tab, while I went to go telegraph an order to ichor Falls for some instruments. I have a new project now.

Footman's Log, July 2nd. 18XX

I have received word that Miss Hermit has preformed what rituals she required to remove certian ghosts and have finished the preperation on the Anti-Ectotheric Containment Device.
It should trap SLenderman inside the graveyard, along with whatever ghosts remain. I need Mr. SLenderman there in the graveyard to activate it first however, as he has had free reign in the city though, that may be tricky...
I may need to lay a trap, lure him back to the cemetary perhaps, or have someone disrupt his energy as he is out, sending him back in time for the activation. eitherway it is a tall order to fill, but the effects should be interesting.

The Geistmagorium is a failure at this point, Once the AEC Device is actvated, I can't risk activating the other machine, as it could cause an aetheric loop, and there is no telling what could happen then. the AEC however, if it works, will be a new direction in my research. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Footman's log, that wich creeps

I am working on modifying one of Miss Kaylee Frye's anti-magic devices, into an ecto-theric containment device, the purpose, to imprison Mr. SLenderman.
it will take awhile to complete the neccisary adjustments, so until then I am keeping a crate over it. Having discussed it with Miss Heinrichs, who watched me as I assembled it. She had some concerns about the other spirits, but with the SLenderman shadow attacking people, it's too dangerous to wait.
I've also noticed the rash has spread, 3 fingers are now grey and sligtly numb, almost similar to how they used to be before I injected Formula 18 of the Immortalis Serum into my heart...
I have researched in libraries and archives throughout the steamlands to see if it could be the serum wearing off, and learned that I am not the first to attempt such a thing, there was another scientist before, a reanimator, with a knowledge of engineering, occult science, and 4th dimensional way of thinking. he and his family have been lost in the winds. So many details of the serum seem similar, though the zombie plauge was never mentioned. This has made me keen to find this man's notes and learn more, as he seemed to have managed it without reverting to a walking corpse himself.

/back to the regularly schedualed insanity/

I had been working on my new fihing boat, a 5 turreted ironclad (for catching kraken...) when Mr. Scotti Melnik approached, telling me the SLenderman was back, and active again...I may have to push the timeframe for the anti-ectotheric devices

old livejournal entries

note: I am moving my old livejournal entries from when I attempted a livejournal and promptly forgot my password, and even the email I used

THE THINGS BUILD
It appears the objects that had crashed into the old church have recently developed into full fleged crab creaures, and now have little ones working on building some sort of structure. I took it upon myself to look into it. The creatures stood silent flanking their project, and watching the smaller ones build reminded me of ants, perhaps they're similar, with the smaller ones acting as the worker caste, and the larger ones as the soldier caste, so they may be much like our insects here on Earth, or they may just be parents and offspring. I made sure I was sufficiently armed, after hearing some accounts of the creatures chasing some and firing. and looked around, the object they are building resembles a metal anthill, with smoke emitting from the top. While i was investigating, I met Mr. Tyler Xigalia, another member of the militia, and we discussed the creatures, eventually coming to the conclusion that whatever they're doing, it can't be good for new babbage. At this point, Miss Scarlet Strazytski, some sort of faery, arrived. now that there wasn't anyone to protest this time, we went to work unpacking our assorted collections of explosives. The creatures seemed inactive, just standing like statues, maybe it was their sleep cycle, or they were replenishing their store of energy, eitherway they weren't very responsive. we tried Mr. Xigalaia's dynamite first, and either it was a dud, ineffective, or both, then I tried a custom made bomb laced with a highly explosive alchemical formula i had developed. It made an impressive explosion, for all the creatures and their spire seemed to care, as none of them were scathed. then Miss Strazytski painted the top with some sort of explosive paint, again, no effect. the other two eventually wandered off. So after standing vigil for a bit longer, I again assigned a pengi to watch, leaving it with plenty of espresso this time and threats of smelting if it doesn't stay awake this time!

I will be working on mounting my cannon on the Oroboros (the large boxy airship at the palisades tower, you can make out one of the motors in the video showcasing the palisades, but not my ship, maybe i should have worked on making it more pretty rather than functional)

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May. 5th, 2009

THINGS FROM THE SKY
There has recently been a crash as two metal objects slammed into the old church near Iron Bay.
I went down to see, and the objects had already attracted quite a crowd. There were still raging flmes, but the ladies Fire Brigade seemed to have it handeled. And so, we tried to open thm, or I id at least, with a hammer, then a chainsaw. someone else was just shooting at them. All my hard work only managed to prodce some metal shavings I then gave to Miss Dagger for her investigation.
My own theories, since it is painfully obvious they are not shells from cannon, is that they could be vessels, possibly martians, or even venusian. Eitherway , whatever is inside probably is not friendly, but my suggestion of detonating them with explosives was shot down fairly quickly. I've retured to the site today to assign some of my crew to watch over the site, and notify me if there is any activity. and discused it again with Miss Gizmo Theas and Morty, who claimed he thinks they are some sort of helmet.


Since last night, the objects appear to have activated some sort of lights, and have roots or tentacles of some sort pushig out of the ground around them.....
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May. 1st, 2009

IRON KRAKEN'S, CALEDONIAN INVASIONS
I have developed a new submersible to aid me in any underwater explorations, Designed after the Giant Squid seen sometimes in the waters , (and it's avian cousin, the air kraken, seen in the skies above new babbage) I call it the Iron Kraken.
I was transporting it to Port, when I saw the Caledon ships. They were hard to miss, as the bright colo9rs they were painted in stood out among the more rusted, dirty, utilitarian appearance of the New Babbage vessels. I brought the Kraken in for a closer look (and to pull any down into the depths if they fired, as thier guns were all pointed at the city). Unmanned, their crews must have been ashore for one reson or another. I finished the tests on the Kraken , giving the auto-maid, Miss Allen, a ride to show off my newest genius, ten had everything shut down as the sub sank like a brick and water started leaking in. Miss Allen apparantly had some experience welding (and a miniature welder built in, I'd love to do a study of her inner workings some day). and after some spot welding, percussional maintenance to the controls, and some curious passers-bye, it was running once again, and we were able to surface so Miss Allen could make it to some clothing store grand opening (I had suggested her maid uniform could use some washing, since she's a civilian now and not a soldier anymore, I sill can't help but wonder what sort of emporer would pick maid uniforms for his soldirs, but we all have our quirks I guess).
I took the Kraken to Breakaway later, finding it navigates the anchorlines strewn beneath the town pretty well, and scared off a school of mer even.
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Apr. 26th, 2009

CHULHU RISING
In the empty lot where Myrtl's bakery once stood, someone has apparantly erected a small shrine to the elder god Cthulhu. I had gone to look around. There were crates stacked in one corner of the lot, with blood smeared on them, apparantly from Miskotonic U., my old alma mater. Looking around, I'm fairly sure they have no knowledge of any crates they may be missing. The statue itself was small, and set on a pedestal, with a small flame in front. While I was examinging the statue, I attracted the attentions of the local urchins, and Dr. Watson, who soon arrived. I originally had started out explaining the Necronomicon and the elder gods to the urchins, wich somehow led to how i had to replace my eyes after trying to decipher the pages with the naked eyes (my poor baby blues, these new eyes, I took them from the body of a hung criminal, and I have to say, not at all impressed, and really they seem to repel the ladies more now, hence why I am always with my goggles. but I digress)
, wich somehow led to how I once replaced my stomach with that of a goat, wich somehow led to a discussion on goat mammaries, wich somehow led to the discussion of Tardises and personal transportation devices, one of the urchins declaring the other mad, and all the urchins eventually scattering while Dr. Watson, feeling suddenly tired, went home. I myself kept suddenly thinking of mermaids and their mammaries I beleive the statue, and whatever is in those crates is already affecting the minds of new Babbage, I just may have to prepare elder signs n the orooros, just in case...



and the original account of the urchins who discovered this latest addition to the city:
http://newbabbage.ning.com/profiles/blogs/creepy-stuff-in-babbage
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Apr. 25th, 2009

AND DEATH RAYS TICKLE
I was out earlier today testing my new boat i built, the canal Rambler, in the Vernian Sea. As I passed by the observatory, I was hit by a strange ray. It overloaded the cogs to my circulation unit, causing the circulation of blood and serum through my body to seize and myself to collapse at the bottom of the boat, it acually tickled. After a minute, the backup system jolted the shoggoth heart in my chest back to life and I was able to pick myself back up, though much weaker without the unit on my back functioning correctly and adding more serum to my veins. I went back to the controls, and brought the boat in to th island, where i saw the infamous Dr. O and his feline manservant at some device. Once i docked, they had mved to the entrance to the observatory, where Miss Wolf and another woman were exiting. My shoulder still stung, but i waved to the doctor and asked him about the device, i could see the potential if mounted on an airship. the poor old man may be senile and come across to others as evil, but he does have some amazing devices at his disposal. After chatting a shor bit, i agreed to return the two ladies to port. alway
s willing to show the womenfolk my genius of course.

a death ray, if i could increase the output a hundredfold and mount it on the oroboros....
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CLOCKWORK MAIDS
About a week ago, while i was at the Babbage Docks, I watched a woman in a soaked maid uniform walking a little stiffly down the wharf.

It seemed she was a clockwork automoton from a lost kingdom, the 'Steam Empire', recently sunk to the bottom of the sea. Apparantly she was part of an elite force of soldiers called Chainsaw maids. Currently she goes by Gizzy. As I talked to her, it turned out she had been in te sea for somr time, and had only recently washed ashore in new Babbage, and of course the seals in her joints have long since ruptured, letting in the sea water, no doubt corroding quite a bit of the gearworks. I offered her the use of my lab and workshop on the Oroboros to repair herself. with the aid of Miss Aya's mechanicle expertise, and my store of spare parts and cogs, she was able to replace much of her more damaged components. as Miss Aya worked on reassembling her body, I talked more with her head. apparantly, the chainsaw maids were first and foremost soldiers, and only servants as a secondary purpose, to a now long dead emperor. I'll admit I asked her many questions about her homeland's culture, along with a detailed study of her cognitive engine. It's amazing that such a machine is powered entirely by being wound. Once she was in one peice again, I offered her a place in the ordor, wich she took without hesitation, apparantly it is in he mechanics to require orders. Of course, after her refurbishing, she seemed slightly more lifelike, and not at all as mechanicle as when I had first met her, wether that is something Miss Aya had accidentally caused in her repairs, or something else, I don' know.
Still, if what she told me about her model is true, and i am sure the blades on her arms can attest, then the order can use a good warrior machine like her.


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Apr. 22nd, 2009

FIRST ENTRY
this is to record my studies, explorations and investigations into the unknown sciences. and i suppose whatever else happens in my day to day life in New Babbage as well i suppose.

for the first ever entry, a little background, I am a practiced surgeon, though I've mostly practiced on myself. a scientist, inventor, and i have a little bit of experience in the occult arts. Lately my research has leaned more towards the marriage of science with the occult, with some interesting results.
I also will admit, i am very much to all appearances, a corpse, I'm not quite dead per say, regular infusions of a serum i developed keeps my organs going, but I have stitched myself back together, and replaced organs so often, i'm not a very pleasant sight.

I am a member of the volunteer militia of New Babbage, as i do have some small military experiance in my days in the war.

On my off time, I also am overseer of the Ordo Absconditus, a society of myself and a few like minded others, who set out to study the darker sciences, and protect New Babbage from threats caused by such. All headquartered in my airship, the Oroboros III (currently crewed by iron penguin constructs I found in the palisades, quite feral at the time)

Footman's Log, Fishing Day

Today, I took a break from building, or trying to contain the SLenderman, and went to Armada to fish.
the first catch, black bikini bottoms, some poor girl was swimming bare bummed, though it was pointed out, it could have been from a transformed mermaid. As they don't go in aquariums so easily, I mailed it out to Miss Macbain as an apology for crashing last night, if I ever find a top I will send it to her as well.
Things improved since then, a variety of fish (including some multi-eyed mutant), a crab, t-shirt, and some hydroelectric...uh, thing.
I set the fish up in an aquarium at the lab. What brought on this sudden obsession with fishing? who knows, I just did.

logs april-

I have ordered the pengi to search the city for #13 after Miss Gizzy had told me of the attack, #13 must have had his cogigator unaligned at some point, possibly one of the many times he fell into the canal.

I will have to readjust when he is found.

Meanwhile, the machine has been working, but still no success contacting the engineer I need, I am startng to notice a bit of activity in the graveyard lately however, from both the living and the dead.

And I have finally managed to get my sleep back under control, down to 5 minute spans again, rather than the near coma I had lapsed into for sleep lately. that was much too long to sleep, the things almost reached me then, I could almost feel their webbed hands clinging... regaurdless, 5 minute naps and plenty of coffee seem to do the trick nicely.

13 again:
he stood off to the side of the door listening in, the woman in the Kimono wanted Footman to dissassemble the pengi? this would not do, he still hadn't found a better automoton to possess, one with fingers, that maid had fought a bit too much. As he leaned in more to listen, Footman refused the dissassembling idea, but agreed to trap and examine the pengi. He had to find a new body quick in that case , it might be time to find a flesh and blood body. Footman soon left, citing a trip to Armada, the Hermit woman walked out. 13 followed a bit behind, watching. He watched , crossing between 2 building as she chatted with another woman, The albino was a possibility, she had some knowledge f the spirit world that was troublesome, but could be useful in his work on Footman's machine. 13 picked up a rock, intending to knock her out so he could ransfer to her much easier, humans were always so much trickier to posess than automotons, when his metal flippers started feeling weak, the fire in 13's burner already burning low. He waddled quickly off to search for coal quick.

May 18th;
I had been at the docks, working on my new submersible, when an odd man approached. Apparantly there's a new cult in Babbage.

I happaned to have a new recording device in my cane I had activated just for it's first test.

[15:09] Abaddon6 Flux: hello there

[15:09] Grendel Footman: hello

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: may i have a few words sir

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: perhaps read a few passages

[15:10] Grendel Footman: about?

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: the book of Origin

[15:10] Grendel Footman: who in the what now?

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: I am a Prior of the Ori, sent from distant lands to preach the book of Origin

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high

Those who reach enlightenment shall rejoice with the Ori forever

[15:11] Grendel Footman: this isn't anything like the Church of the Builder is it?

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: no

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: The Ori, unlike other gods, share there knowledge to enlighten you and bring you one step closer to ascension

[15:11] Grendel Footman: I see

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: all they ask in return is your belief and devotion

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: all thos whom stray from the path, may be given a second chance whilst the believers are hoisted up to the stars upon mighty ships

[15:12] Grendel Footman: I'll keep that in mind then

[15:12] Grendel Footman: mighty ships?

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: should you wish to believe, and eventually, ascend to a higher plane of existance, and become one with our gods...we will be in town

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: and a demonstration can be made to those whom doubt there powers

[15:12] Grendel Footman: what sort of demostration?

[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: demonstration of the powers that the Ori have

[15:13] Grendel Footman: slight of hand then

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[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: off hand?

[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: The power and the greatness of the Ori cannot be denied

[15:14] Abaddon6 Flux: Make yourself one with the path, and the journey will lead you to eternity."

[15:14] Grendel Footman: I'm sure, and has your group been in town long?

[15:14] Abaddon6 Flux: yesterday i arrived

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: as it said in the book of Origin:

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Life and death, light and darkness, hope and despair. The rift was created, and on that day, the Ori were born. But the hatred of those who strayed from the true path festered and bloomed in the dark corners of the Avernakis to which they have been cast! And consumed by this hatred, they poisoned all they touched, bringing death, darkness and despair. And the souls of their victims knew no peace, until the Ori came and whispered to them: 'Sleep, for the end draws near!' And on that day all will rejoice, when the Ori come and lay them low."

[15:15] Grendel Footman: ah, I see

[15:15] Grendel Footman: the Ori you say

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Glorious are the Ori, who lead us to salvation, who did fight the evil that would doom us all to mortal sin. Did they defeat the old spirits and cast them out? And now, with the strength of our will, they do call upon us to prevail against the corruption of all unbelievers

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Glorious are the Ori, who lead us to salvation, who did fight the evil that would doom us all to mortal sin. Did they defeat the old spirits and cast them out? And now, with the strength of our will, they do call upon us to prevail against the corruption of all unbelievers

[15:16] Abaddon6 Flux: "Fear not the Ori, fear the darkness that would conceal the knowledge of the universe. Believe in the truth of all things, and you too may find the path to enlightenment."

[15:16] Abaddon6 Flux: the Ori shall bring about a new era

[15:16] Grendel Footman: and where do these Ori come from?

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: ask not where the Ori are from, but ask where we were created, and by whom

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: they originated from Universes much like our, only more distant

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[15:17] Grendel Footman: sounds alot like what the Builders say too

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: whom is these Builders

[15:18] Grendel Footman: oh, the local church, more shucksters, but they have a small following, and the ear of the mayor

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[15:18] Abaddon6 Flux: have they shared there knowledge and technology

[15:19] Grendel Footman: they usually seem more inclined to excommunicate anyone they can't explain rather than really come up with any science themselves

[15:19] Abaddon6 Flux: have there Priors shown the poweres gifted to them by there gods

[15:20] Grendel Footman: unless an exorbient baldness is a power, I'd assume not

[15:20] Abaddon6 Flux: exactly

[15:20] Abaddon6 Flux: all we ask is that you believe in them

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: and should they ask of it, serve in there armies and on there ships

[15:21] Grendel Footman shrugs "builder, Ori, it's all the same to me, it will take a fair amount of convincing for me to beleive in any gods

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: or in there labs

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: watch

[15:21] Grendel Footman: now labs, I might be interested in seeing

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: shall i give a demonstration

[15:22] Grendel Footman shrugs "go ahead

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: as i rip out your heart, and replace it with another...

[15:22] Grendel Footman: too late for that

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: by the will of the gods, it can be done

[15:22] Grendel Footman: I know, I've done so

*at this point an impressive show of a beam of light emitting from the man into my chest occured, with a heart looking nothing like my own, flew from my chest back along the beam*

[15:23] Grendel Footman looks at the chestplate "it's still there

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: it was replaced

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: with a newer one

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: one better for your system

[15:23] Aizek Tchailenov: Greetings Gentleman

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: greetings sir

[15:24] Grendel Footman: I'll have to run some tests, looks like the same shoggoth heart I've had

[15:24] Grendel Footman: greetings

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: mhmm

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: do so sir...do so

[15:24] Aizek Tchailenov: are you looking for something sir?

[15:25] Abaddon6 Flux: yes

[15:25] Grendel Footman: me? no, I was just using the dock to test a submersible

[15:25] Abaddon6 Flux: people whom would but listen to the word of Origin

[15:25] Aizek Tchailenov: very interesting sir, of the origin of what?

[15:26] Aizek Tchailenov: If I may ask

[15:26] Abaddon6 Flux: let him test his sub

[15:26] Grendel Footman: well, I'll return to my lab, we'll see if it's a different heart, or the same old shoggoth meat I've been using, take care

[15:26] Abaddon6 Flux: is there another place that we may speak

[15:26] Aizek Tchailenov: take care sir

I returned to my lab, and as suspected, the interesting trick of making a heart that looked nothing like my own deformed monster heart fly from my chestpeice while impressive, did little, it's the same old peice of meat in my chest it''s always been. So, another cult comes to Babbage, trying to sway the populace. I will file the recording away for now, and examin the remains of #13 Miss Hermit dragged into my lab.

May 25th;

After patching up Mr. Kuroe's stump and seeing to his transfer to the hospital, and the blood tranfusion to replace lost plasma, (helping myself to a spleen from the morgue for a future project) I returned home to examine and repair #13. I must have fallen asleep on my couch again, (not surprising as the last few days, the sleep pattern I trained myself on had been thrown out of whack) as I found myself back at the hospital, surrounded by many of the ladies of Babbage, in some very breif version of a nurse's uniform, all clinging and congradulating me on some difficult procedure, then the captian of the militia and clockwinder suddenly appearing to promote me to General of the Militia and present me with the key to the city respectively as

Miss Macbain in some burlesque costume replaced the nurses dancing around me....then I noticed they all had pale webbed hands, as they started grabbing at me, figures I had went and let my guard down and they got through.I knew it was too good to be true, Miss Macbain would never be quite that....

I fought them off, running down a blackened tunnel, where I heard their croaking behind me. coming close and I was running out of breath before finally reaching the ward and waking up in a cold sweat.

I stepped to the back door breathing heavily, and saw the dark figure flit in the graveyard. At that point, I decided I could really use a drink, and headed to the Gangplank

SLenderman and the Mausoleum;
The fog twirled around the graveyard, the spirits of the dead stayed in their graves, because he was out and about.

he leaped on the roof of the mausoleum and crouched there, behind the symbol of the gear.

A man had been buried here, ages ago, the name on the crypt had been long worn away with age, but the spirit stayed inside still, huddling in the corner. Mr. Slenderman could smell him. As his fingers stretched, wrapping around the mausoleum, pushing their way between the cracks in te brickwork, then, he pulled. The crypt groaned and shuddered as Franks huddled tighter on himself in fear, until with a final crashing sound, the small tomb was pulled apart. Mr. Slenderman leered close to the terrified ghost now, and reaching, he grabbed the spirits shoulders, pulling him closer as a horizontal crack opened up where the shadow's face would be.

Frank's was devoured that night, suffering a sort of second death. Finishing off the last whisps of ectoplasmic energy, Mr. Slenderman stood up, as long tendrils of shadow stretched from his back . Stronger now, he turned, directing his attention at the cemetary gate, he walked towards it, The wards reacted as they often did, with pain, but Mr. Slenderman pushed on, overriding the wards as he managed to step out onto the Babbage cobbles. He stepped forward into the shadows cast by the Mechanix arms and sank into them.

June 10th;
These sightings of the shadowman have gotten worse apparantly, with people spotting him outside the cemetary.

And he apparantly may have tried possessing others as well.

I had shut down the Geistmagorium to see if it possibly will cut off one energy source. And for once it stayed off.

but the sightings had continued. Then the Badger alerted me to the demolished crypt, this was of course the last straw.

After meeting with Miss Anata who had taken to standing watch over the graveyard, and loaning her one of my Etheric Lightning packs, I sent a breif letter to Miss Frye, asking for the loan of one of her anti-magic devices, as with some adjustment, they could possibly be used for disrupting the Ectotheric energy a ghost uses for their form, and to interact with the world of the living. Hopefully this will calm the activity of the graveyard enough to disperse the shadowman for good. Sadly I will have to move my work with the geistmagorium to another location as it's workings would also be disrupted. I haven't had much luck contacting an engineer, though Miss Hermit after last meeting had said she beleived the shadowman was one.

I've also since examined myself after my recent run in with the trolly, he bones seem all healed, with no necrosis, the final test basically of the serum seems a success, but I will not be releasing it to the general public, as my original intention was, as it is still slightly dangerous. I instead developed a balm, using some of the same ingredients as the serum, (with wiggyfish added for flavor) as an all purpose cure all, despite a minor side effect being the temporary status as a female, a quick recall and remixing of the balm seemed to handle it.

SLenderman again:

It awoke in the shadows of the graves, it still needed a more stable body, the previous spirits helped strengthen it, but only for so long before the wards of the cemetary pulled it back, last time was when it approached that man with the sword, the sword somehow managed to sap the last of the energy, dispersing it back to the graveyard.

As it emerged from the shadows, it saw the horned woman, she would suffice.

As to be suspected, the woman ran, and so it gave chase, chasing her down the streets until she suddenly stopped and turned, pulling at the device on her back, she fired some sort of lightning bolt at it, it was easy enough to dodge, as the being moved in close. The second volly it didn;t dodge, as a bolt of lightning sheared through it's form, and once again, it dispersed and awoke again in the graveyard,

it was going to need another snack in that case.

He laid in the grave, biding his time, the spirits he consumed had strengthen him, to where he could force his way through the wards, but the time wa so limited still, and his current form, not suitable for working on the machine,

He had seen a few hosts that would be suitable, the bookworm woman, the odd man with the silver sword, but in the woman's case, he had run out of energy and was pulled back to the graveyard. The man sliced through his manifestation, sending him back, then the demon woman, with the strange weapon, she hit him and again, the ectotheric energy he had aquired had been sapped, sending him back yet again. He had to rethink his strategy, Footman had deactivated the machine, leaving him to resort to feeding off the spirits here for the energy he needed.

but just going after random hosts was just not working. So he laid in the grave, storing up ectotheric energy as he fed and plotted. the albino had not been around, the wards could not hold him any longer, now it was just a matter of biding his time...

13

The pengi emerged from the canals, brackish water burbled from it's smokestack, clearing out and allowing the smoke from it's miniature furnace to billow out as it waddled past #10 at the door to the plant and 'warked' in greeting. 10 nodded and continued on it's guard duties, slightly wondering why 13 was entering as they had all agreed the pengi tribe would only enter the plant as long as that machine was there, in an emergency.
Even the Boss's attempts to make deals could not get the pengi to go near it. and 13 just waddled in.
Then 10 saw a well dressed man in some sort of fancy suit pass by and forgot all about 13 as it followed, pulling out a blackjack to mug him and hoping this one actually had fish on him this time.

#13 waddled with a clanking sound past the waiting room while Grendel slept on the couch. 13 had made sure there was enough sleep powder in his tea this time to keep him out longer than the 5 minutes he had been traning himself on. so this time should not be interrupted. As 13 approached the machine, the cognigator started to panic and tried to regain control of the iron body, but he reinforced his control, it was getting harder daily, but a better body had not shown itself. He had found out about this machine, the experiments, and the supply of readily available, (if somewhat artificial) bodies through others in the graveyard, primarily the boy who had caused some trouble in the plant, and seemed to be what caused the creation o the machine, that medium in Footman's employ seemed to had done away with the boy somehow, as he had not returned in some time. then there were the few who had taken turns possessing the neighbor,
All to waste their time drinking and playing dress up, and of course jeapordized everything as they got that Somerset's attention, and that albino, the man sealed up the graveyard, so that none of them could leave easily, unless through the machine, fortunatly he had taken one of the automoton workers before then, noone would notice one of the ugly metal creatures acting odd, they already do act odd from what he could see.
Since he had taken 13, he had turned the machine on regularly, allowing others to come across as he worked, It was time consuming, but he felt he was very close to reaching her, some more modifications to the machine would be needed, but it was difficult with iron flippers to do very much, he couldn't for the life of him visualize how these things could be so dexterious with knives and guns. He would need fingers for the fine tuning.
He'd prefer another automoton, but the metal girl who seemed to work for Footman had not been around the plant much lately, there were parts in the laboratory, he could cobble hands together...if he had fingers. 13 sighed, it might be time to try a flesh and blood body, if idiots like Mac could manage, surely he could do better. 13 looked at the sleeping Footman, that one so far wasn't an option, his mind crisscrossed itself and spiraled into odd directions so often, anyone else with a mind like that would possibly be commited, he doubted he could keep control for very long, or worse, be trapped in the man's mind forever.
He's have to look around, it would be harder to control, but there were plenty of flesh and blood bodies in this city, For now, 13 flicked the machine on and set to work,

Footman's Log Mar. 2nd

As the deliveries to and from Footman Industries increase, I have had the pengi's build a landing area on the roof for embarking airships, as it's much more efficient than transporting heavy machinery to and from the tower at Palisades, or Wheatstone.

As they were working on the construction, I was making adjustment's on the Giestmagorium, Somerset knocked on my door, apparantly wanting me to shut it off as he believed miss Bookworm was being possessed. I honestly can't even keep it shut off for long, and still have not had success contacting the spirit of an old empire engineer, so I informed him it simply wasn't possible, then he wanted to ward the cemetary, closing off the main connection I currently had. I finally agreed to his idea of restricting the activity to my property, and shut the door on his face as I heard a crash. The skull on my bookcase had fallen off, after apparantly moving a good three inches to the edge.. I heard giggling as I almost gave Somerset's request a second thought, then disreguarded it and set back to work.

Sadly this contact had only managed to be an old woman, who apparantly died working a textile mill not too far from here. She didn't seem more confused than anything, asking if it was her turn yet or something before fading back to the spirit realm. I'm starting to lose faith in this project, as I have yet to contact an engineer,
and all I seem to be accomplishing is increasing the spirit activity, there's not a night now that somethng isn't flung across the lab, or shapes can be seen wandering around. Somerset's mention of the woman's possession is interesting though.
I've currently taken to large amounts of coffee and other perscriptions to stave off sleep and try to return to the sleep pattern I used to have, meaning no sleep, as they seem to be getting closer now everytime I take five minutes rest. I've even started seeing them in the waking world, though it's hard to say if it's them, or the spirits I see in the lab, I am sure I saw one peeking in the window at the Gangplank however,

I've put the steamjack project on hiatus for now as well, while I finish the citywork clank (based on Mr. Streeter's designs). It's fairly large, and should make construction much easier.

Footman's Log Feb 25th. 18XX

I had returned from a late dinner at the gangplank, more bacon sandwiches, and stopped by the town hall to check the archives about possible diagrams of the sewers, only to find every door locked, with some proclimation nailed to them with daggers, the militant arm of the church of the builder. Figures those religious types would finally start to interfere with the workings of the state. I had heard troubling talk of many residents finding theirdoors locked, and nailed with similar proclimations, Morningtons, the clockhaven aquarium,
It hadn't happened yet to Footman Industries yet at least, maybe the pengi intimidate them, ormaybe they just aprove of some of my moe unorthidox research. Eitherway I'm fairly glad the preists hadnt tried anything similar.

I returned home, and let myself in the front door, instantly noticing something was amiss.
Yes, the Giest Machine was on, but I'm always finding it on, no, this was something much darker....
My upholstered chairs....they were Missing!!

Of course too there was the fact my jars where I had been keeping spare body parts were all smashed as well, but more importantly...MY CHAIRS!!!!!!

Oh, and not too much progress with the steamjack armor im afraid, but the larger battery is almost complete, now I just need a more larger creature magical in nature to insert into it.

but for now, I need rest, I have #13 ready to wake me in 4.5 minutes.

Footman's Log Feb 23rd. 18XX

I had been working more on the prototype for the steamjack armor, attempting to integrate one of the smaller pixy sized fey batteries to power it (sadly they just don't provide enough power). I had taken 5 minutes of rest in the lab, and had been awoken again by Miss Gizzy, as I had asked her to wake me.

I disconnected the battery before the power drain could wipe out the sprite inside, and felt hungry.
I decided it was time for lunch, and accompanied by Miss Gizzy, went to the Gangplank for some bacon sandwiches. I had stopped at Miss Macbain to ask if she wanted to join us, but noone seemed to be home, so I continued and met Miss Gizzy there. As I ate and discussed the current spirit behavior centered around the machine, making sure Gizzy was not the one activating it, two diminutive ladies entered. I had taken them for urchins at first, but their faces were more adult. They were apparantly sisters, and as they commented on how high the stools were, I had taken them as relatives of the clokcwinder at first. They denied it, claiming they were irish and knew of no clockwinders in their family (I have to admit i'm not sure what Tenk's nationality is). They seemed to think Miss Gizzy might have been old Empire technolog, I have to say the thought had never crossed my mind, I never thought the old empire, and the empire Gizzy mentioned as originating from could be one and the same, it would explain how she ended up at the bottom of the Vernian afterall.
They claimed both were looking for work, I did mention possibly having some work in the lab, but then they had left as quick as they had come in, without either a yeay, or nay about it.
At this point, finding myself alone as Miss Gizzy had to leave suddenly remembering she was supposed to pick up a shipment for me from the train station, I sat back and finished my lunch. Why do I always seem to meet strange shor women in odd places?


When I was returning to the plant, I thought I saw a woman in the cemetary, but when i approached, she ran dissappeared, alright, maybe not dissappeared as much as ran off, but it was foggy and I didn't have my goggles on that night, and with the odd occurances lately would not put it past odd pale women standing in the graveyard.

Footman't Log, Feb 19th 18XX

After the unfortunate fire at Miss Writer's cafe (I swear I saw the shadowscribler duck in!) and the failed assault on the Lord Smashington near Oldbridge, I returned the steamjack armor for repairs and modifications ((the unscripted avi will be available near the pile of crates by the end of today, I still am working out how to make them compatable for combat for tose with a more combative leaning))
as usualy I returned to find the machine on, and all devices and machines active actually, so after deactiviating the unneeded ones, and again, shutting off the giest machine, I noticed the floor of the plant.
caked with oil and blood from past experiments. I ordered the pengi to pull up all the flagstones, they gave me an odd look, and were wary around the giest machine, but they did as I asked.
Now that the ground has thawed, I will have a new floor put in, until then, the bare cobbles of the city work just as well

((I pulled up the floor at the plant, mostly to rework it as it was kind of hurredly placed when I realized the snow textures outside, were the same as inside))

I also have continued my work in the batteries again, as the giest machine still has failed to contact an empire engineer, so I still could not find out more of the cloud angels.
I am working on a larger chamber, as larger vaireties of the fey type creatures should theoretically produce more power, as well a last a bit longer.
Miss Gizzy threw my smaller models into the canals when she thought I wasn't looking, she is becoming even more free willed, wich is both a good thing, and a bit of an annoyance. I just wish I could get her sisters to that point, or even to where thy have intelligence would be enough.

I need to rest now, I have set #13 to wake me if I do not rize after 5 minutes, If I break down my sleeping pattern to 5 minute incriments inbetween periods of an hour or two, it should allow enough sleep, but not enough so that they will reach me