New Babbage/ 10.24.18XX ; Security

I had unfortunatly been delayed for my own grand opening by a storm off Cala Mondrago,. Having regained our course, we returned to Babbage and Footman House to find the front window smashed. looking in the house, I found wet footprints leading pass the smashed remnants of my aquarium, and into the clinic, where jars were broken around the floor and the bed was turned over, before they led back to the smashed window. I set the pengi to work cleaning up the mess and repairing the window, and decided security is needed. I had found a poor canine left on the tracks, it seemed one of the more feral trams are still left roaming New Babbage and attacked the dog. I collected up the parts and brought them to the lab. After some stitches, some staples, a dose of Formula 18, I soon had my new guard dog awake and ready. He immediatly jumped up and tried licking me...until his tounge fell off, I'll have to remember to staple it back on later. I think I'll name him Fritzy.

10/21/18XX The ACS Sparrowwood, over Caledon en-route to New Babbage

/Onboard the ACS Sparrowwood en route back to New Babbage from the Antactic Colonies/ "Yes I know I missed the date of the grand opening of the observatory, I had to make an emergency trip to lab B, it was being invaded by giant albino penguins, you won't beleive the damage they caused to the refinery! anyway, look over my planner and find a time to reschedual, I'll be back in the city within a few more hours, barring any turbulence or air kraken. send word to Miss Aya to let folk know of the delay." Grendel disconnected the signal on the audiograph before The Badger could respond and turned back to the waiting # 34 as it warked. "yes, you and your brothers did contain the damage, wonderful job by the way, but I didn't want to take the chance of anyone intercepting the signal to tell him why we went. I'm still banned from any experimentation on the undead in New Babbage, fortunatly Victor's kept the heat off me the last few times. I doubt the people in that city would understand that I'm not transporting zombies into the city, I'm transporting a new formula for the cure, the number of times the virus mutated and all, did you know it infected fossils too? zombie dinosaurs were roaming the city! " Grendel shrugged, " Though the dinosaurs themselves might have been Mornington's doing, I still have some suspisions about that one. anyway, for all the doctors in new Babbage, few of them are actually practicing medical experts, likely don't realize viruses change, mutations do happen. fotunatly I had kept a sample of the original virus and incubated it in lab B, no, all that it would be likely to infect there is flesh and blood pengi, it can't infect automotons. But I was able to keep up with it's mutations and synthesize an antivirus in preperation for this year. The first part's been distributed through the city already, it will handle last year's strain, this formula is for this year's strain, it had mutated as the sample in the lab predicted it would, to be more resistant." The pengi interrupted with a series of mechanized warks, Grendel waited as it finished, taking a wrench and tightening a bolt. "Oh no, everyone by now likely already had their shots, I doubt you can get any babbagers to agree to have another once they've set their collective mind against it. This formula is in an aerosol form, THAT is why we're not going strait to the docking tower in Palisades and are instead flying over the city, and why I need you to get the others to stop slacking and get the hoses assembled to the undercarriage." He finished adjusting the conigator on the short construct and it waddled off to the cargo hold under the airship. "I'm not going to have people show up with torches and pitchforks shortly after I come back, they always blame the ghouls for zombie plauges."

bubbles

The first zombie of the season staggered down wheatstone. Mr. Jensen shuffled along the canals, moaning, having not bothered with the free innoculations offered throughout the city, as they were a 'Clockwinder Conspiracy." just like the fresh water snuck into the canal water. suffice to say, Mr. Jensen took ill, and now roamed the streets looking for brains. The zombie stiffly shuffled, and paused as he heard a bubbling coming from the canal. The sound went away and the undead corpse wandered on, everyone knows there's no fresh brains in the canals afterall. Then his decayed eardrums picked up the gurgling again. Moving closer to the sound, he peered over with his clouded over eyes, maybe someone with fresh brains fell in. A scaly hand shot out of the water, grabbing Mr. Jensen's ankle and yanking in the walking corpse before he could groan in surprise. The murky water churnbed for a minute or two, then with a splash, parts of the zombie launched out of the water to wetly smack on the cobbles nearby. The gurgling bubbles continuing down the canal.

09.26.18XX Deliveries

Grendel was in the lab, his heart on the table, as he wound upthe crank of a large machine off to the side and taking the metal tongs on the ends of two wires connected to the machine, began applying electric shocks , as the greenish-red lump of necrotized shoggoth muscle twitched and grew tentacles, "And that's for trying to eat poor Mrs. Harris's dog!" The Badger came to the doorway and waited patiently for Footman to finish , when the electric shocks continued, he cleared his throat. Grendel turned around "what is it already? just spit it out! " "There's a package for you sir." "A package?" "yes, a large crate, the pengi have hauled it to the observatory" Grendel set the tongs down , and taking the heart, dropped it in a jar "Now you think over what you've done!" The Badger looked up at him "Is that really healthy sir?" Footman looked at the empty chamber in his chest. "good point, I'll be down in five minutes." Five minutes later, Grendel followed the short path from the house, to the observatory, a brass sheet bolted over his chest and the hissing sounds of a pneumatic pump sounding from within. he approached the large crate surrounded by warking pengi, and an exaspirated man in a captian's hat. "Captian Marsh, I thought the ship was lost when communications ceased. is this it then?" "Aye, the meteorite? th' crew were complainin' about all th' work ta find and haul up a big stone from th' ocean, but I tol'em we were paid well....ye are gonna pay right?" Grendel waved off the captian "Yes, yes, go talk to the Badger, he'll arrange payment. " As Marsh went away with the Badger, both grumbling, Grendel grabbed a crowbar and pried the top off the crate, looking inside, he shut it and nodded to the pengi. alright, let's get this into the tower."

09.15.18XX Return to Babbage take Two.

Grendel motioned the large arachnid machine forward "One more step, no! too far! one step back" and winced as it stepped on someone's greenhouse, "Too far, bring it up a few feet more, that's it, steady, steady, alright drop it!" The old house dangling precariously underneath the machine's body was dropped as the lines securing it released, slamming to the ground in the lot in Wheatstone. Footman liftend the receiver up to his rebreather, "Perfect! ok, bring the loader back out to Palisade and get it dissassembled and loaded onto the airship." The pengi piloting the robot spider warked aknowlegement into the onboard teslacord and pulled at the levers as the thing shuddered, and made it's way back to the mooring tower. "And be careful not to step on anything else!" As the dust settled, Grendel entered the house to start mapping out his plans.