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.
Monday, June 28, 2010
/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)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_007-2.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_006-1.png
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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)
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)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_007-2.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_006-1.png
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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)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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.
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
[15:13] Jimmy Branagh is Offline
[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.
June 10th;
These sightings of the shadowman have gotten worse apparantly, with people spotting him outside the cemetary.
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.
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 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,
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.
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.
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
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
Footman's Log, Feb. 17th, 18XX
I had been approached today by a woman, Cynster Clowes, on behalf of her 'client'. Peter Warwillow. She had contacted me as I was catching 10 minures of rest in the laboratory. Apparantly the man had an odd growth in hs head, rooted in the brain and protruding. She had told me the doctors they had approached previously refused to do anything, and so they had traveled to Babbage in search of a surgeon with experience in brains. Somehow they had found my name. The woman wanted me to excise the part of the brain infected by the growth, and replace it with a mechanical device she was developing. I examined Mr. Warwillow, the growth in question was not bone, but appeared to be excess skin, forming an abcess in the skull.
I assured both I could preform the needed surgery if she had her device ready by then, Mr. Warwillow would only have a few months left otherwise, it already appeared to be effecting his speach and cognitive functions.
They had left with Miss Clowes promising she would contact me once the device is complete so that we may schedual a date for the operation. I'm actually fairly looking forward to it I must admit, I haven't preformed a serious surgery in months. I declined to mention how I am still getting used to the need for sleep, I'm sure it will work out fine.
Work on the steamjack armor continues, I have moved the project to the community stockyards, as there are no voices there. and I am finding it much easier to work. I did catch myself falling asleep last night however. They almost got me, and I saw the tree was with them this time. Fortunatly # 13 woke me up, he had found me slumped over the main chassy in the middle of the stockyard. I had forgotten how cold weather effects the body and have contracted a slight cold it seems. Miss Gizzy has returned, but won't say where she has been. She has taken to sitting out in the graveyard, feeding the finches...wich is odd seing how they too are clockwork. I may have to examine her cognigator t see if there is still a malfunction, right now however, with the machine activating itself, and my discussion with Miss Darkfold, I'm considering asking Miss Macbain to let Gizzy stay over at her place for now.
work on the machine contnues in the meantime, but no success contacting anyone useful, and from the cryptic way spirits communicate, am beginning to wonder if I'd learn anything even if I did find a scientist or engineer of the old empire.
I am still receiving comments on my eyes, they should have healed by now, and it is not a failure of the serum either, I can see just fine, but the comments and questons about my health are annoying, I may have to take to wearing goggles everywhere's again.
In the meantime, I may feild test the armor later, perhaps I can use it to find this anarchist everyone's been talking about, I could use some practice before the operation I suppose.
I assured both I could preform the needed surgery if she had her device ready by then, Mr. Warwillow would only have a few months left otherwise, it already appeared to be effecting his speach and cognitive functions.
They had left with Miss Clowes promising she would contact me once the device is complete so that we may schedual a date for the operation. I'm actually fairly looking forward to it I must admit, I haven't preformed a serious surgery in months. I declined to mention how I am still getting used to the need for sleep, I'm sure it will work out fine.
Work on the steamjack armor continues, I have moved the project to the community stockyards, as there are no voices there. and I am finding it much easier to work. I did catch myself falling asleep last night however. They almost got me, and I saw the tree was with them this time. Fortunatly # 13 woke me up, he had found me slumped over the main chassy in the middle of the stockyard. I had forgotten how cold weather effects the body and have contracted a slight cold it seems. Miss Gizzy has returned, but won't say where she has been. She has taken to sitting out in the graveyard, feeding the finches...wich is odd seing how they too are clockwork. I may have to examine her cognigator t see if there is still a malfunction, right now however, with the machine activating itself, and my discussion with Miss Darkfold, I'm considering asking Miss Macbain to let Gizzy stay over at her place for now.
work on the machine contnues in the meantime, but no success contacting anyone useful, and from the cryptic way spirits communicate, am beginning to wonder if I'd learn anything even if I did find a scientist or engineer of the old empire.
I am still receiving comments on my eyes, they should have healed by now, and it is not a failure of the serum either, I can see just fine, but the comments and questons about my health are annoying, I may have to take to wearing goggles everywhere's again.
In the meantime, I may feild test the armor later, perhaps I can use it to find this anarchist everyone's been talking about, I could use some practice before the operation I suppose.
Footman's Log Feb 14th. 18XX
The sudden need of sleep is starting to bother me, I caught 20 minutes today on the table in the lab/clinic.
it's the safest place right now, and still the whole time, I saw them pawing at the edges of my sleep.
Miss Macbain and Tenk had commented on my eyes, but I told them it was simply lack of sleep. I didn't bother to mention I received acidic fumes to the face when the mechanized armor I had been working on misfired. it should have healed itself by now, I'll give myself an injection later.
The voices have been getting louder at time, and I'm sure I've seen someone dancing in the cemetary one night, I keep finding the machine activated when I'm not there, and so far my attempts at contacting one of the old empire's engineer's has failed, I've mostly gotten contact with mill workers and one sad urchin spirit.
I'm considering shelving the project and packing away the machine, its constant self activation is leaving me worried, the pengi won't enter the plant anymore, and Miss Gizzy has completely dissappeared.
But enough bad news, The Steamjack Armor is in it's first trials, and was a semi success. The shoulder mounted cannons worked fine, but there's still some flaws
in the movment and armor plating. I'm hoping to complete it soon, and
present it to the militia. The Ladies Fire Brigade might find use for them too, they are of a heat resistant design afterall.
ALICE still needs me to build her a body, but her conversations, she is a chatterbox.
It is late, I wasted too much time in the bar talking with people, Star and Miss Frye mostly.
I should get another 30 minutes rest, too long and they might come through..
it's the safest place right now, and still the whole time, I saw them pawing at the edges of my sleep.
Miss Macbain and Tenk had commented on my eyes, but I told them it was simply lack of sleep. I didn't bother to mention I received acidic fumes to the face when the mechanized armor I had been working on misfired. it should have healed itself by now, I'll give myself an injection later.
The voices have been getting louder at time, and I'm sure I've seen someone dancing in the cemetary one night, I keep finding the machine activated when I'm not there, and so far my attempts at contacting one of the old empire's engineer's has failed, I've mostly gotten contact with mill workers and one sad urchin spirit.
I'm considering shelving the project and packing away the machine, its constant self activation is leaving me worried, the pengi won't enter the plant anymore, and Miss Gizzy has completely dissappeared.
But enough bad news, The Steamjack Armor is in it's first trials, and was a semi success. The shoulder mounted cannons worked fine, but there's still some flaws
in the movment and armor plating. I'm hoping to complete it soon, and
present it to the militia. The Ladies Fire Brigade might find use for them too, they are of a heat resistant design afterall.
ALICE still needs me to build her a body, but her conversations, she is a chatterbox.
It is late, I wasted too much time in the bar talking with people, Star and Miss Frye mostly.
I should get another 30 minutes rest, too long and they might come through..
sleep
I've had some difficulties with my work lately, My apparent newfound need for sleep, is leaving me exposed to certian types I've long managed to avoid, back when I could do without sleep. I've been drinking plenty of coffee and doing what I can to stave it off and stay awake, and far away from their amphibious paws.
Unfortunatly, my work is beginning to suffer for it, one f the new automotons I had been working on, I neglected to tighten a bolt, and her body spectacularly exploded, so she is now back to a somewhat chatty head on my worktable. I might have to give in and sleep, I'll just have t make sure to erect the right formula to keep them at bay.
I've also noticed, the new machine, I keep finding it running, It has been draining much of the power from the plant, I only intended it to be activated at certian times for research, as it is such a drain. I returned from Innsmouth to find it had been running all day. Miss Gizzy swears she doesn't touch it, and I'm sure she doesn't know what levers to pull anyway, And I know Miss Macbain wouldn't know how to activate it, besides, she's been too busy apparantly flirting with Dayafter. She lacks the knowledge to do so also. Maby Miss Darkfold has, I'll have to ask. otherwise, the pengi's are the only one's left, and te generally don't show much interest in anything other than coal, fish, liquor, or violence.
It's constant running has also been a problem in other areas, the machine was built to make it easier for the spirits of the dead to communicate in this world, when it's been running unattended for so long, there's no telling what could have come through. I have already been finding my tools tossed around, my couch upturned, and my dinosaur egg smashed, as well as have been hearing voices.
I was iceskating last week, as usual, my skill on theice stops at, well, stopping, as I sped quite amiably into walls, there was a reason I was always goaly on the team in school. Meanwhile i watch Dayafter skate all over with Star like they were in some sort of figureskating contest, he's certiantly enough of a ponce for that.
I'm looking forward to the spring thaw.
Miss Gizzy has also been acting odd, often taking off and ignoring tasks I assign her too, I'm not sure if there is still something damaged from the fire, or if it's just a mechanical version of adolescence.
meanwhile Miss Lisa, anytime I activate her, she just dances and repeatedly tells me not to feed the pengi, wich has agitated them to no end, I finally deactivated her, dissassembled her, and packed her away in crates until i can work out what the problem is.
Mr. Nightshade's formula, I'm at a loss how to complete it, possibly from lack of sleep. though he has said he's had some progress at least.
I'm honestly half tempted at this rate to pack up everything, lock down the plant, and just go back to Antartica permanently, wih all these setbacks and dificulties I've been running into, on top of it all, I keep finding people in the cemetary trying to dig it up, and they're not even in my employ!
Unfortunatly, my work is beginning to suffer for it, one f the new automotons I had been working on, I neglected to tighten a bolt, and her body spectacularly exploded, so she is now back to a somewhat chatty head on my worktable. I might have to give in and sleep, I'll just have t make sure to erect the right formula to keep them at bay.
I've also noticed, the new machine, I keep finding it running, It has been draining much of the power from the plant, I only intended it to be activated at certian times for research, as it is such a drain. I returned from Innsmouth to find it had been running all day. Miss Gizzy swears she doesn't touch it, and I'm sure she doesn't know what levers to pull anyway, And I know Miss Macbain wouldn't know how to activate it, besides, she's been too busy apparantly flirting with Dayafter. She lacks the knowledge to do so also. Maby Miss Darkfold has, I'll have to ask. otherwise, the pengi's are the only one's left, and te generally don't show much interest in anything other than coal, fish, liquor, or violence.
It's constant running has also been a problem in other areas, the machine was built to make it easier for the spirits of the dead to communicate in this world, when it's been running unattended for so long, there's no telling what could have come through. I have already been finding my tools tossed around, my couch upturned, and my dinosaur egg smashed, as well as have been hearing voices.
I was iceskating last week, as usual, my skill on theice stops at, well, stopping, as I sped quite amiably into walls, there was a reason I was always goaly on the team in school. Meanwhile i watch Dayafter skate all over with Star like they were in some sort of figureskating contest, he's certiantly enough of a ponce for that.
I'm looking forward to the spring thaw.
Miss Gizzy has also been acting odd, often taking off and ignoring tasks I assign her too, I'm not sure if there is still something damaged from the fire, or if it's just a mechanical version of adolescence.
meanwhile Miss Lisa, anytime I activate her, she just dances and repeatedly tells me not to feed the pengi, wich has agitated them to no end, I finally deactivated her, dissassembled her, and packed her away in crates until i can work out what the problem is.
Mr. Nightshade's formula, I'm at a loss how to complete it, possibly from lack of sleep. though he has said he's had some progress at least.
I'm honestly half tempted at this rate to pack up everything, lock down the plant, and just go back to Antartica permanently, wih all these setbacks and dificulties I've been running into, on top of it all, I keep finding people in the cemetary trying to dig it up, and they're not even in my employ!
visiting Innsmouth
I had gone for a breif tour onf Innsmouth with my lab assistant, Miss Darkfold, having visited her somewha disrepaired family manor, we took a walk, coming across the occasional local, who seemed a bit froglike..
As we walked, we saw something in the distance...
Miss Darkfold suggested Dagon, but it resembled Cthulhu more to me
Fotunatly it also seemed almost completely petrified. as it was still as stone...
A History of the Antartic Colonies
Antartica, according to surviving records, was first discovered in th
days of the old Empire. After the fall of the Empire and forming of
the city-states. Tobias Footman, a scientist and industrialist of
Babbage and founder of Footman Industries, funded the first of the
Antartic colonies, Harbor Landing. It's main export, (it's only
actual export) was seal blubber back in the early days, since then
it has expanded to canned colossal squid (a possible cousin to the
Air Kraken of New Babbage), and blue whales, for thier blubber and
oil. (much more there than on a seal). The early days were harsh,
with the colonists laregly living off the seals and penguins. Most
bulding supplies were imported in, or the hulls of some of the ships
were used to build te settlement.
After the first year, Tobias moved his estate to the colony, and
with it, brought some technological advances, larger nets, allowing
for the capture of the colossal squid and blues, clockwork krill
harvesters, cannery equipment, team heated greenhouses allowing for the growing
of crops, and steam tunnels to heat the colony
(wich coincidenally has caused the whole colony to gradually sink
deeper into the ice every year)
Since those days, other colonies, funded by Footman Industries have
formed. but Harbor landing remained the largest.
It was Tobias's son, Jebidiah, that formed the
"Antartic Colonial Collective", looely governed group of the colonies owned by
Footman Industries. Shortly thereafter forming the First Antartic Navy
(consisting of a total of 3 ironclads, and 10 submersibles).
By this time, most transportation was still by sea, as the winds in
Antartica can be treacherous to any airships much of the time, only
certian windows of tme when the weather allows is air travel possible.
many of the files on the colonies were lost , so there is a large gap in
the history of the colonies, up to the last few decades.
Dr. Phineas Footman the 4th soon became chairman of Footman Industries,
expanding it's research into medical sciences with his wife, Eliza, and their
son Grendel. During this time, Ruins had been found under the ice at the nearby
Byrd's Land colony. Colonists began excavating the ancient ruins.
All contact with Byrd's Land ceased on night, repair automotons sent out
to check the telegraph lines found the colony totally deserted.
Soon the other colonies began to dissapear, becoming empty ghost towns
until Harbor Landing was all that was left. Superstition began to cause
the Harbor Landing colonists to begin to leave, until there was
only a handful left. Footman Industries began production of automotons to
help with the workload, and now Harbor Landing is primarily populated by
automotons. Much of the navy mothballed, and the Footman Estate now used primarily
to house the stills for the Immortalis Serum.
Footman's Log Jan 30th. 18XX
I had returned to the plant, to find a small group in back near the cemetary, Gizzy, Sekhmet, Miss Buccaneer, Miss Darkfold, and even Tenk had shown up, before I could really get what the gathering was all about, an odd automoton arrived.
It was bulky, and the head little more than a block with a single spotlight/eye.
it looked like it was about to attack, but then screetched out a sound aproximating 'Materials'
I tried offering it the automoton parts I keep in storage, but i ran into the plant, and started to pull apart one of the generators. I fired my pistol at it, as Tenk hit it with his wrench, but it took Miss Darkfold's....um....tentacles....to hold it in place.
It continued to make it's noises as I opened it's head to see who had made it, and talking to Miss Darkfold of the apparant haunting fo the plant as I worked. I spotted a maker's mark, a Mr. 'Chess Clowe' who I may remember having met in passing. At ths point we were deciding what to do with it, when it's head fell off...and it ran away.
An odd night, but it then got odder. Miss Darkfold insisted on activating the machine and summoning the spirit she had been sensing. After she showed me a portrait of herself, that aged before my eyes, I agreed and we got to work. As she recited some rite, no doubt one mediums also use, I adjusted the controls on the machine, redirecting all the power from the generators to the machine, as the symbols on the copper plate glowed, Miss Darkfold's words became louder, until I could see a transparent form appear. it looked like a small child, as we heard the sound of crying from all around us. The spirit then rushed Miss Darkfold, interrupting her rite and knockng her over. I immediatly came to her side of the device to assist, but she claimed to be alright, and that the only way for an infant spirit to move on the the land of the dead was to 'be reborn, raised, and then when at the right age, sent to where it belongs' wich apparantly somehow meant she was now pregnant with the thing.
She asked if she could keep a crib in the plant, I have to admit babies disturb me, ever since I saw those demon cannable babies n the Amazon. I had told her so, then she mentioned lettng Underby or those rediculous preists take care of it, and I conceded, offering the airship over the plant, as I'm sure Miss Gizzy would not mind. This seemed to placate the squid woman, and she went off to build a crib.
So all in all much stranger than I expected, and I am beginning to question Keithen's mental state after that, but still, it proved the machine worked, now my next step is to contact a scientist of the old empire if possible.
It was bulky, and the head little more than a block with a single spotlight/eye.
it looked like it was about to attack, but then screetched out a sound aproximating 'Materials'
I tried offering it the automoton parts I keep in storage, but i ran into the plant, and started to pull apart one of the generators. I fired my pistol at it, as Tenk hit it with his wrench, but it took Miss Darkfold's....um....tentacles....to hold it in place.
It continued to make it's noises as I opened it's head to see who had made it, and talking to Miss Darkfold of the apparant haunting fo the plant as I worked. I spotted a maker's mark, a Mr. 'Chess Clowe' who I may remember having met in passing. At ths point we were deciding what to do with it, when it's head fell off...and it ran away.
An odd night, but it then got odder. Miss Darkfold insisted on activating the machine and summoning the spirit she had been sensing. After she showed me a portrait of herself, that aged before my eyes, I agreed and we got to work. As she recited some rite, no doubt one mediums also use, I adjusted the controls on the machine, redirecting all the power from the generators to the machine, as the symbols on the copper plate glowed, Miss Darkfold's words became louder, until I could see a transparent form appear. it looked like a small child, as we heard the sound of crying from all around us. The spirit then rushed Miss Darkfold, interrupting her rite and knockng her over. I immediatly came to her side of the device to assist, but she claimed to be alright, and that the only way for an infant spirit to move on the the land of the dead was to 'be reborn, raised, and then when at the right age, sent to where it belongs' wich apparantly somehow meant she was now pregnant with the thing.
She asked if she could keep a crib in the plant, I have to admit babies disturb me, ever since I saw those demon cannable babies n the Amazon. I had told her so, then she mentioned lettng Underby or those rediculous preists take care of it, and I conceded, offering the airship over the plant, as I'm sure Miss Gizzy would not mind. This seemed to placate the squid woman, and she went off to build a crib.
So all in all much stranger than I expected, and I am beginning to question Keithen's mental state after that, but still, it proved the machine worked, now my next step is to contact a scientist of the old empire if possible.
Footman's Log Jan 27th. 18XX
I have worked on a machine to communicate with the dead, specifically the ones in the cemetary between the plant and Mechanix Arms. The Giestmagorium, based on discussions with Miss Darkfold, as she wishes to study spirits more, I have offered her access to the lab and any equiptment I have in her studies, the machine came about as we discussed odd occurances in the lab, items moving on their own, voices, I've heard them myself ever since the cemetary was dscovered but was busy with the serum at the time. The macine itself utilizes power from the Eel generators, rerouted trough a large copper plate etched with one of the symbols from the Necronomicon, basically. Miss Darkfold has some techniques she will be using as well, one of wich is to prevent possession by the spirits, using portriats of those involved.
She seems to feel it is a very real threat, especially with automotons like Miss Gizzy, who supposedly do not have 'souls' (I personally beleive souls are nonsense, only another word for one's consiousness, but I'm not about to argue against another's beliefs)
I would have also hired a medium, but the only one I know of in the city s apparantly deceased herself, fairly homely spinster actually, and had been in league with that charlatan Underby, who I'd rather not be involved with anyway, as some of my work is highly sensitive, plus there's the work with Mr. Sixpence's formula.
Meanwhile, my work with the automotons continues, Automoton 1 has some rather interesting conversations as I fit her with a body, while 11...dances.....vapidly. As for the construction clank; I have decided against a cognigator, as I could see it turning out like 11, and dancing....vapidly....destroying the city under it's bulk in the meantime. Or at best, become self aware and decide it would really prefer floral arrangements to bricklaying, plus I just remember the initial activation using the punch cards that turned out to be from a prostitution model automoton and shudder.
What I will be doing instead, is usuing a more simple cognigator, aided by a humanoid operator, wich means gutting the thing and putting in a seat and controls.
and as usual, all these projects is using a constant source of power, I'm contemplating adding another floor of electric eels to the facility until I can develop a more suitable source of power.
She seems to feel it is a very real threat, especially with automotons like Miss Gizzy, who supposedly do not have 'souls' (I personally beleive souls are nonsense, only another word for one's consiousness, but I'm not about to argue against another's beliefs)
I would have also hired a medium, but the only one I know of in the city s apparantly deceased herself, fairly homely spinster actually, and had been in league with that charlatan Underby, who I'd rather not be involved with anyway, as some of my work is highly sensitive, plus there's the work with Mr. Sixpence's formula.
Meanwhile, my work with the automotons continues, Automoton 1 has some rather interesting conversations as I fit her with a body, while 11...dances.....vapidly. As for the construction clank; I have decided against a cognigator, as I could see it turning out like 11, and dancing....vapidly....destroying the city under it's bulk in the meantime. Or at best, become self aware and decide it would really prefer floral arrangements to bricklaying, plus I just remember the initial activation using the punch cards that turned out to be from a prostitution model automoton and shudder.
What I will be doing instead, is usuing a more simple cognigator, aided by a humanoid operator, wich means gutting the thing and putting in a seat and controls.
and as usual, all these projects is using a constant source of power, I'm contemplating adding another floor of electric eels to the facility until I can develop a more suitable source of power.
Footman's Log Jan 25th. 18XX
I have been working n the lab, as well as developing the device for opening channels to the spirits with Miss Darkfold, I have been working on automotons, trying to replicate the tecnology in Miss Gizzy's cognigator, My first new automoton, Miss Lisa, so far.....well she dances, and appears to be stuck in a loop, more work will need to be done.
There is also the other on the worktable, right now unfinished, yet actiive, I am calling her automoton 1 for now.
she can hold a conversation, but it often goes into very abstract directions and she often seems to get confused. I had built the head first, where she informed Miss Macbain and I she was a female and was apparantly convinced she was wearing a dress.
All in all neither has quite the independance or personality of Miss Gizzy yet.
((basically playing with the idea of bots, and no, there won't suddenly be a ton of bots wandering babbage, it just me playing around out of curiosity lol, automoton one is in the lab, if you want to try her, just click her head and say hello
))
Footman's log, Jan 24th, 18XX
Miss Darkfold and I were discussing things in the lab earlier, aside from the usual comments I've been getting about my appearance for some reason, she had also mentioned her interest in studying spirits. I have preformed similar research, so offered her the laboratory's resources for her disposal. She also mentioned, a feeling, something with the recently rediscovered cemetary I had reopened. Miss Darkfold claims the spirits are being drawn to the plant, possibly from a combination of the electricity the generators give off, and the close proximity of the mythos symbol burned into the floor of the lab, both operating as a sort of circuit or conduit for the spirits of the dead to affect the land of the living. I'll admit I've noticed some items moved from were set them and the occasional voices heard, so she may be on to something.
If a device could be built, similar to the reaction occuring with the generators and symbol, and more controllable. perhaps we could communicate, some of those graves date to the old empire, imagine what we could learn.
As we were talking, Pizzarro opened the door, He had been evesdroppng for awhile but I had sad nothing. He tutted around, made some small talk before hurredly leaving so am not sure how much he heard.
I sadly missed the airship race, I had planned on fling the Oroboros II, but other issues took me away from the race, I fortunatl was able to return for the ball at palisades. I danced with Miss Macbain, and quite honestly enjoyed myself, I'm finding I enjoy her company more and more.
We talked while dancing, I told her of yet another future project and she let me know, those
preists had visited....and had given her thinly veiled threats to burn her.
hearing this made me angry, wich have to say I have not felt anger for a matter of year, annoyance yes, never anger. I offered to have a talk with Pizzarro and Moonwell, tell them in no uncertian terms to leave her alone. but Star sad no, I still intend to have a talking t with both those charlatans Priests. I've also ordered the pengi not to allow either one in, to kill if needed.
I don't take kindly to threats against those close to me.
If a device could be built, similar to the reaction occuring with the generators and symbol, and more controllable. perhaps we could communicate, some of those graves date to the old empire, imagine what we could learn.
As we were talking, Pizzarro opened the door, He had been evesdroppng for awhile but I had sad nothing. He tutted around, made some small talk before hurredly leaving so am not sure how much he heard.
I sadly missed the airship race, I had planned on fling the Oroboros II, but other issues took me away from the race, I fortunatl was able to return for the ball at palisades. I danced with Miss Macbain, and quite honestly enjoyed myself, I'm finding I enjoy her company more and more.
We talked while dancing, I told her of yet another future project and she let me know, those
preists had visited....and had given her thinly veiled threats to burn her.
hearing this made me angry, wich have to say I have not felt anger for a matter of year, annoyance yes, never anger. I offered to have a talk with Pizzarro and Moonwell, tell them in no uncertian terms to leave her alone. but Star sad no, I still intend to have a talking t with both those charlatans Priests. I've also ordered the pengi not to allow either one in, to kill if needed.
I don't take kindly to threats against those close to me.
Footman's Log, January 22, 18XX
I had been in Palisades today, taking a break from overseeing the work at the plant, and decided to stop in at Miss Macbain's to see how she was feeling.
he claimed to be feeling fine aside from the cough (wich seems to be a matter of state now), but then mentioned an incident that made her heart panic. I asked her what had happened, but all she would tell me was she had some visitors that upset her. Knowing Miss Macbain I didn't press much aside from telling her to let me know when there's trouble, and i will help the best I can, then when i was sure she was alright for now, took my leave. Saying Hello to Pip on my way out who was strangely standing on her upper window terrace lurking.
Once i returned to the plant, I assigned #'s 5 and 9 to 'stake out' her home, stay out of sight, and alert me if there is trouble such as Underby's hench-thug.
After that, I sat in the couch in front of the furnace to have some cheese, as Sixpence entered the plant. he seemed to guess the serum had been a success, and asked what my other plans are, I told him the basics for some of my future plans, such as the construction clank (as i've studied Miss Gizzy enough to beleive I can reverse engineer her cognigator now), the vegetables, and of course my research into 'other' power sources.
He then seemed thoughtful, and offered to show me something.
We went to his lab in Clockhaven, where he showed me an alchemical formula in the floor, apparantly meant to boost physical and mental attributes. But he claimed it was missing something. I of course offered to help with it, so then tacked another project in my notes.
we had then talked more on m research in 'alternate' sources of power. I brought up how fairies don't seem strong enough to fare in this city well, I needed something stronger than a few pixies imported from other lands. I had mentioned sme f my early research in the occult, summoning demons, and how it burned half the Antartic colony last time attempted as much,
Sixpence agreed demons were too dangerous, jokingly offering Underby as a substitute in a battery, but as I returned home, I have to admit my mind calculated the power required to burn down a half mile of colony.
he claimed to be feeling fine aside from the cough (wich seems to be a matter of state now), but then mentioned an incident that made her heart panic. I asked her what had happened, but all she would tell me was she had some visitors that upset her. Knowing Miss Macbain I didn't press much aside from telling her to let me know when there's trouble, and i will help the best I can, then when i was sure she was alright for now, took my leave. Saying Hello to Pip on my way out who was strangely standing on her upper window terrace lurking.
Once i returned to the plant, I assigned #'s 5 and 9 to 'stake out' her home, stay out of sight, and alert me if there is trouble such as Underby's hench-thug.
After that, I sat in the couch in front of the furnace to have some cheese, as Sixpence entered the plant. he seemed to guess the serum had been a success, and asked what my other plans are, I told him the basics for some of my future plans, such as the construction clank (as i've studied Miss Gizzy enough to beleive I can reverse engineer her cognigator now), the vegetables, and of course my research into 'other' power sources.
He then seemed thoughtful, and offered to show me something.
We went to his lab in Clockhaven, where he showed me an alchemical formula in the floor, apparantly meant to boost physical and mental attributes. But he claimed it was missing something. I of course offered to help with it, so then tacked another project in my notes.
we had then talked more on m research in 'alternate' sources of power. I brought up how fairies don't seem strong enough to fare in this city well, I needed something stronger than a few pixies imported from other lands. I had mentioned sme f my early research in the occult, summoning demons, and how it burned half the Antartic colony last time attempted as much,
Sixpence agreed demons were too dangerous, jokingly offering Underby as a substitute in a battery, but as I returned home, I have to admit my mind calculated the power required to burn down a half mile of colony.
new construction
The Pengi have finished work on the new lab and clinic, it's now located on a loft over a sittng area. I've also had a furnace added to the facility, as ever since I awoke on the Rama, I've been feeling the cold more than I have in years strangely enough. the stovepipe goes up through the loft, to heat upstairs as well. and of course the construction of the walls is brick this time.
Miss Gizzy seems none the worse for wear, I'm honestly glad she was able to find someone able to do the needed repairs when I was unavailable. I still have to see about having a new casing cast for her, though she seems to have adjusted to her metal exposed fairly well.
My health seems to have improved greatly, I can now breathe without aid of a rebreather, the damage to my lungs seeming to have healed, I've also noticed much of the scar tissue seems to have healed as well. Apparantly the serum does not regrow lost organs however, so I will still require the shoggoth heart, as an examination shows no new heart growing, but that was expected, the serum is only to heal, nt to regenerate what isn't there afterall.
Fortunatly one of my larger concerns, rejection of many of my own surgeries, seems to have been in vain, as everything else appears to be working just as it should.
I've also admidst the new construction, while watching the pengi hang the bunting up around the plant for founder's week, looked over my upcoming schedual, now that the serum finally appears to be perfected, the formula has been sent to the Harbor Landing colony for production, as I can finally use it to heal patients rather than have to hope for whatever surgeries to take on their own. Gizzy told me Miss Macbain had been under the impression I wished to sell it, the thought had crossed my mind once, but the serum being what it is, it is something that need be strictly controlled, for now I will just use it in my clinic, for the patients too far gone for simple surgery to save.
but for now, now that the serum has finally been perfected, and my health is much better, I can move my attentions to other projects, such as the construction clank, my research into the old quarter, and the fey battery and generator project. I may have to expand the facility
Miss Gizzy seems none the worse for wear, I'm honestly glad she was able to find someone able to do the needed repairs when I was unavailable. I still have to see about having a new casing cast for her, though she seems to have adjusted to her metal exposed fairly well.
My health seems to have improved greatly, I can now breathe without aid of a rebreather, the damage to my lungs seeming to have healed, I've also noticed much of the scar tissue seems to have healed as well. Apparantly the serum does not regrow lost organs however, so I will still require the shoggoth heart, as an examination shows no new heart growing, but that was expected, the serum is only to heal, nt to regenerate what isn't there afterall.
Fortunatly one of my larger concerns, rejection of many of my own surgeries, seems to have been in vain, as everything else appears to be working just as it should.
I've also admidst the new construction, while watching the pengi hang the bunting up around the plant for founder's week, looked over my upcoming schedual, now that the serum finally appears to be perfected, the formula has been sent to the Harbor Landing colony for production, as I can finally use it to heal patients rather than have to hope for whatever surgeries to take on their own. Gizzy told me Miss Macbain had been under the impression I wished to sell it, the thought had crossed my mind once, but the serum being what it is, it is something that need be strictly controlled, for now I will just use it in my clinic, for the patients too far gone for simple surgery to save.
but for now, now that the serum has finally been perfected, and my health is much better, I can move my attentions to other projects, such as the construction clank, my research into the old quarter, and the fey battery and generator project. I may have to expand the facility
Footman's log, Janurary 15th, 18XX
I awoke on the guestbed on board the Rama, Miss Gizzy was hovering over me with a bowl of wiggyfish chowder, she looked a little different, she was lacking the somewhat cracked casing she usually has, and I could now see the gears and sprockets spinning in between the metal plates that were left.
I asked her what had happened, as my last memory was of injecting myself with the new formula, then blacking out. Apparantly I had keeled over and knocked a lantern down, Miss Gizzy dragged me out, and was able to save my research, and call the fire brigade even, but at some major damage to herself apparantly, much of it repaired by Victor after Mr. Lionheart caused her cognigator to deactivate. She told me the laboratory had burned down, but the Ladies Fire Brigade had managed to save the rest of the plant. I had gotten up to make my way down to assess the damage, when I realized my rebreather was off, I could breathe much more easily...I had also noticed the pain in my leg was gone, apparantly the new serum worked. Gizzy said something about my skin as well, but I only half heard her as i hurried to the transport to the ground.
The lab was a smouldering pile, I sifted for a bit through the charred rafters for anything salvageable.
It had all been burnt sadly, but at least Gizzy was able to save my research. I quickly called the pengi's to me, apparantly they were glad to see I wasn't yet dead, and quickly went to work on my orders, clearing away the burnt wreckage, and erecting a barrier to patch the hole in the plant.
I supervised for a bit, as I made sketches as to how the labs would be rebuilt, then wish I still had a chair to sit on. It would take a few days of work no doubt, and the cost for supplies would make my accountant go into a tizzy, but once complete, we can resume the tests, and soon go into full production.
one good note, the pengi had found an urchin, apparantly dead from the tram hitting him, and must have been in a snowbank for a good day or so, since the lab was gone for now, and I had been wanting to test this serum on a fully dead body, we went with a field test. The boy had almost immediatly sprung up wih a shreik, seemed confused where he was for a second, moaning something sounding like 'damn trams' and shuffled off to clockhaven.
I asked her what had happened, as my last memory was of injecting myself with the new formula, then blacking out. Apparantly I had keeled over and knocked a lantern down, Miss Gizzy dragged me out, and was able to save my research, and call the fire brigade even, but at some major damage to herself apparantly, much of it repaired by Victor after Mr. Lionheart caused her cognigator to deactivate. She told me the laboratory had burned down, but the Ladies Fire Brigade had managed to save the rest of the plant. I had gotten up to make my way down to assess the damage, when I realized my rebreather was off, I could breathe much more easily...I had also noticed the pain in my leg was gone, apparantly the new serum worked. Gizzy said something about my skin as well, but I only half heard her as i hurried to the transport to the ground.
The lab was a smouldering pile, I sifted for a bit through the charred rafters for anything salvageable.
It had all been burnt sadly, but at least Gizzy was able to save my research. I quickly called the pengi's to me, apparantly they were glad to see I wasn't yet dead, and quickly went to work on my orders, clearing away the burnt wreckage, and erecting a barrier to patch the hole in the plant.
I supervised for a bit, as I made sketches as to how the labs would be rebuilt, then wish I still had a chair to sit on. It would take a few days of work no doubt, and the cost for supplies would make my accountant go into a tizzy, but once complete, we can resume the tests, and soon go into full production.
one good note, the pengi had found an urchin, apparantly dead from the tram hitting him, and must have been in a snowbank for a good day or so, since the lab was gone for now, and I had been wanting to test this serum on a fully dead body, we went with a field test. The boy had almost immediatly sprung up wih a shreik, seemed confused where he was for a second, moaning something sounding like 'damn trams' and shuffled off to clockhaven.
Footman's Log, Jan 9th, 18XX
Tonight's experiment appears to be a success! My new asssitant Miss Darkfold, and a visiting Mr. Sixpence had witnessed my brilliance.
I had blended a new formula, utilizing the original serum, and a recreated batch of Dayafter's vaccine after I analyzed it, but had been worried as the new formula was causing the subjects to...explode...
It was after the discovery of a similar project, and retreival of the formula from that other experiment, that seemed to be the missing element. As the new serum, with the addition of the other mixture, when injected into the head I had prepared, seemed to fully bring it back, as the eyes looked at me, and the mouth formed words, not only that, but the decreption in the flesh seemed to heal.
Of course the head soon died having no circulatory system, oxygen supply, or body, but it was alive and self aware for the short time. I felt more confident on the upcoming experiment.
Mr. Sixpence, I had asked to take Miss Gizzy's role manning a vaccine gun in case things got out of hand.
he had arrived, with Miss Darkfold shortly after.
I had prepared the lab already when Miss Macbain arrived and laid on the table. I strapped her in only as added precaution to prevent another outbreak of the zombie plauge. and after offering he the chance to back out one more time, injected her with the poison first.
It had taken about 5 minutes for the poison to take efect, as her speach slurred, she evntually closed her eyes and fell silent. I checked for a pulse finding only a very slight pulse, she was near death, as was planned, we were recreating the conditions that had lead to my own injection, near death was nessicary, I would try for bringing back someone fully dead later on a fresh corpse. Miss Darkfold kept singing to herself and looking out the window during this phase, she says it was only a childhood song, but I have my suspicions, considering her nature..
Once I was sure Star was practically dead, I then injected her with the serum...
It took a minute, I was afraid it had failed completely at first as I hadn't heard any improvement in her heartbeat, in fact it sounded as if it stilled at first. Then it started up again, much like starting up a motor, as Miss Macbain awoke, and screamed.
I had told her, while the poison was painless...that first shock from the serum is agonizing...sadly there wasn't much way I could make it easier for her, but at least I could warn her.
Her scream subsided, and after muttering 'frag', I took it as a sign of her coherency. She said she felt sick, wich was to be expected, it's a common side effect of the serum and should pass, pluss she still had the poison in her system. She was brought water, at wich point she worried me as she seemed to become delirious. I myself had been delerios after my first procedure, but that had passed after a bit, her's seemed t stay. I suspect it was the poison still in her system. I was going to try a vomiting agent, but Miss Darkfold seemed to have an interesting medicine, that mostly seemed to help, but would take 7 hours she had told me.
Mr. Sixpence had left at that point, promising to check on Miss Macbain, as Miss Darkfold and I brought her to the sfa downstairs to rest...and after a few moment's consideration and concern for my sofa, I brought a bucket. Star soon fell asleep.
We will keep her under observation over the weekend, Miss Darkfold had already offered to watch her tonight, and Miss Gizzy should be returning, and has instructions to watch her as well, bring her water, food, all that. After the weekend, i will examine her to see how her health is, and run some tests. but for all intents and purposes, I think I've finally suceeded...wich raises some interesting questions on my own condition, and it's curability...
Eitherway, I am a genius!
I had blended a new formula, utilizing the original serum, and a recreated batch of Dayafter's vaccine after I analyzed it, but had been worried as the new formula was causing the subjects to...explode...
It was after the discovery of a similar project, and retreival of the formula from that other experiment, that seemed to be the missing element. As the new serum, with the addition of the other mixture, when injected into the head I had prepared, seemed to fully bring it back, as the eyes looked at me, and the mouth formed words, not only that, but the decreption in the flesh seemed to heal.
Of course the head soon died having no circulatory system, oxygen supply, or body, but it was alive and self aware for the short time. I felt more confident on the upcoming experiment.
Mr. Sixpence, I had asked to take Miss Gizzy's role manning a vaccine gun in case things got out of hand.
he had arrived, with Miss Darkfold shortly after.
I had prepared the lab already when Miss Macbain arrived and laid on the table. I strapped her in only as added precaution to prevent another outbreak of the zombie plauge. and after offering he the chance to back out one more time, injected her with the poison first.
It had taken about 5 minutes for the poison to take efect, as her speach slurred, she evntually closed her eyes and fell silent. I checked for a pulse finding only a very slight pulse, she was near death, as was planned, we were recreating the conditions that had lead to my own injection, near death was nessicary, I would try for bringing back someone fully dead later on a fresh corpse. Miss Darkfold kept singing to herself and looking out the window during this phase, she says it was only a childhood song, but I have my suspicions, considering her nature..
Once I was sure Star was practically dead, I then injected her with the serum...
It took a minute, I was afraid it had failed completely at first as I hadn't heard any improvement in her heartbeat, in fact it sounded as if it stilled at first. Then it started up again, much like starting up a motor, as Miss Macbain awoke, and screamed.
I had told her, while the poison was painless...that first shock from the serum is agonizing...sadly there wasn't much way I could make it easier for her, but at least I could warn her.
Her scream subsided, and after muttering 'frag', I took it as a sign of her coherency. She said she felt sick, wich was to be expected, it's a common side effect of the serum and should pass, pluss she still had the poison in her system. She was brought water, at wich point she worried me as she seemed to become delirious. I myself had been delerios after my first procedure, but that had passed after a bit, her's seemed t stay. I suspect it was the poison still in her system. I was going to try a vomiting agent, but Miss Darkfold seemed to have an interesting medicine, that mostly seemed to help, but would take 7 hours she had told me.
Mr. Sixpence had left at that point, promising to check on Miss Macbain, as Miss Darkfold and I brought her to the sfa downstairs to rest...and after a few moment's consideration and concern for my sofa, I brought a bucket. Star soon fell asleep.
We will keep her under observation over the weekend, Miss Darkfold had already offered to watch her tonight, and Miss Gizzy should be returning, and has instructions to watch her as well, bring her water, food, all that. After the weekend, i will examine her to see how her health is, and run some tests. but for all intents and purposes, I think I've finally suceeded...wich raises some interesting questions on my own condition, and it's curability...
Eitherway, I am a genius!
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