August 11th, 188x: The natives are restless

In Bump, in a small dirty saloon, three dirty, unkempt men were sitting around a broken table, one of the legs snapped off and propped on a stack of bricks.

"You see the train came in? another out o' towner's 'ere" the one in the patched together coat managed to drink the questionable liquid in the glass, while still keeping his stogie puffing.

"ya, I'd seen i'm, mask, some window in 'is chest, had to be another from Babbage, why're they coming here so of'n now?" the scrawny redheaded one twitched as he spoke, and rubbed under his eyepatch.

"who cares? they're good pickin's, got me a fine watch from one last week." This one was a corpulant one, with a beat up bowler balanced on his head, a size too small, and a stained vest.

"naw naw, this one, I ain't touchin 'im, he was wierd, the thing in 'is chest, I could see 'is HEART! was all wierd lookin', like weren't from a man." One-eye took a swig of his swill and wiped a greasy hand over his mouth. "Bad feelin from 'im."

Patchwork puffed on his stogie "Man looked like another doctor, they have nice thin's, I don' care what 'is heart looks like, 'e can still bleed."

"'e 'ad some sorter, whatcha call 'em, 'tomo-tons, looked like a 'pider, didn't he?" Bowler asked thoughtfully "I seen 'im this morn, at stucky's, he' was sittin' there at one o' the tables drinkin' din't see no mask tough, 'is face looked bad, like he'd been dead."

One-Eye shuddered "they had them problems with zombies in Babbage, don't they? mebbe 'e's one o' them?"

Bowler smacked One-Eye on the back of the head "Don' be stoopid Chauncey, there ain't no such thin as zombies!"

the one called CHauncey rubbed the back of his head "No! it's true! I heared they had them walking corpses, a couple o' times now! he's gotta be one o' them!"

Patchwork puffed his stogie thoughtfully "corpse 'er not, ee's pretty well off lookin, just lookin at the fancy bird with 'im, you know where he's stayin'?"

Chauncey nodded and swallowed "The Sump Rat, Debbie's place, not sure what room, but you can count me out, I don' want to be messin' with walking dead."

Bowler laughed hard "Fine, then you don' get no share!"

Chauncey got up and shakily made his way out "I'm warnin you, that man ain't right"

"yeah, yeah, " bowler waved him off dismissively as Chauncy left, then leaned forward "So, what's th' plan?"

Patchwork puffed his stogie, before grounding it on the wooden table "The Sump Rat eh? Debbie owes me a favor, she'll let us a key to 'is room, and we 'it 'im tonight..."

Academy: Old Spear House: Explosion

The pengi bartender had unveiled a new drink, the flaming iceberg, unfortunatly, the fire, industrial alcohol, high voltage electricity, and clockwork, caused a spontaneous explosion.

Footman's Logg, June-July, 188X, Laboratory notes

June 18th: Edward, aka: Project #626, is developing nicely, the energy emissions are increasing on an almost daily rate, much faster than the eels. I have noticed an effect some of the stray emissions have had on the etheric containment chamber, the one the SLenderman is currently held in, the output of the feild has been fluctuating, I've had to move the machine before we had a breakout. An examination has shown the shadowman is still safely trapped inside, but better to be safe than sorry.

June 24th: Since the removal of the Spirit Containment Unit from the lab, Project 626's development has slowed, it's possible there was some sort of etheric emergy feedback loop occuring between both machines. The organism has become more sluggish, the energy output lessened. I even halved the ration of sedatives, but it seems to be regressing.



June 28th: Little work was preformed, as I have found myself taking care of a broken leg at the currently being remodelled hospital. I did return to the lab after, to find Project #626 actually active, slapping the viewing glass of the development chamber with his tentacles, while the energy readyouts had spiked. Whatever had caused the recent regression, it couldn't have been the containment device then. Edward was quickly sedated.



July 1st: Project 626 was regressed again, I had increased the ration of immortalus serum, and decreased the sedative again, to little avail, I'm hesitant to call it a lost cause and flush him into the canals, the tissue sample alone was expensive, and not easy to come by another.



July 2nd: On further examination as to project 626's sluggish state, it appears to be growing an arm, it could be most the organism's energy is being diverted to it's regenerative abilities, this may requite further study.

Footman's Logg, June, 26th, 188X, mixology for constructs

The Old Spears house is now, for all intent's and purposes, open for business, and even has a tenant in one of the upstairs rooms. the bartender however, needs more work.

Pengi #99 had returned from advanced mixing classes, and after being assured his lack of thumbs, fingers, and anything other than iron flippers would not impede his mixing, I put him to work behind the bar, I ordered a rum. the avian construct went to work, pouring me, a whiskey. Miss Eslan had stopped in and after ordering an absynthe, received....a rum.

It could be an error in his cognigator, or it could just be the amount of liquor he'd already imbibed himelf, but reguardless, it appears he'll need some work before he can get drink orders right.



I should of just hired a zombie.

The Old Spears House

Formerly a pump station, supplying water to the Academy district, it was then bought and refurbished by a Dr. R.A. Spears to lie in as he preformed research into what he termed 'Arcaneotech" . Dr. Spears dissapeared mysteriously one night, and the house fell into disrepair until it was recently bought and rebuilt by Prof. Grendel Footman.

Now it has a bar, and possibly rooms to rent.

I had arrived at the port, as there were cries of 'Snake!' apparantly it struck again, dragging someone into the sea. Miss Kimika Ying and Seraphina Puchina were there, as he creature kept peering out of the water, to be met with gunfire. We were joined by Mr. Mournington just in time to see a large steamshovel, with passengers, drive down the stairs, and off the dock, into the water with a splash, After the riders were fished out, Miss Chrometria and Mr. Lorefield, the serpent emerged again, to bite Victor befre swimming off. At this point the crowd dispersed. I mase my own leave to get to where I had docked the Iron Kraken, taking it down to the depths.



As I descended in the submersible, I donned my juggernaught class diving suit, Returnning to the controls, I caught a flash of fin, thr snake was here.



Unfortunatly the serpent was too agile for the Kraken to keep up with it and I lost it, but I disembarked from the submersible to examine the wreckage it was swimming around.



What I saw, was a pile of bodies, most in blue suits, some just bones. I feel this is where the snake has been bringing it's victims. I took a deuurogotype and returned to my sub, to surface and write a report to the naval command.

Footman's Logg: File A-12, essay on geography of the steamlands

The geography of the world is often argued and refuted, many of the maps currently are out of date, or lost in fires or the fall of empires, the rest are often inaccurate on scale or sometimes shapes of the landmasses. It's always been a fact, that despite the fact we have reached the moon, we still can't come to agreement of the layout of our own world.

Many of the old timers in Babbage have settled to where their curiosity of the world ends at the city limits, possibly due to senility. As some of them have possibly been involved in the creation of the early maps and explorations, it makes obtaining information difficult.

What is known and accepted currently:
New Babbage is on the eastern side of the landmass known simply as the 'Old Empire'
it's built on a harbor of the Vernian Sea.
to the Northwet, are mountians and some mining towns, farther West is Ichor Falls, Bump is to the North, Ravilia is to the south, across the Vernian.

Farther out to sea, to the Southeast, lies Armada, a town existing on an artificial floating island of ships, wrecks, and driftwood.

Far to the East, across the ocean, lies Cala Mondrago, Caledon is located a further northeast, with Winterfell north of that.

West of Babbage, and on the western coast of the landmass known as the Americas is Steelhead Oregon. Going much much further West, between the Americas and Orient, is apparantly Steeltopia.

Travelling farther brings you to Japan, home of the late Miss Hermit.

The recently dscovered Forgotten City s located far north of there.

To the extreme south, as far south as you can go, lies Antarctica, where in Byrd's Landing, the Harbor Landing colony is established, the last surviving antarctic colony.

Back north, beneath the seas of the Atlantic lies either Nautilis City, or Rapture, depending who you ask.

and past the stratosphere of course is the Moon, where Babbage's first moon base has been erected.

There's actually much more areas who's status after the fall of the Old Empire is unknown, Miss Gizzy's claims to have come from an 'Empire of Steel", the Island of Katonia, much of the orient, still requires exploration and study. it is a large undertaking however, as many maps and charts, as has been mentioned earlier, have been lost or distorted after the fall of the old empire, lost in fires, or misplaced. And there is much ignorance and superstition still these days, people insisting it's irrelevant as the whole world is a 'dream' or that we're all travelling on the back of a giant louse clingng to te head of an unwashed, universe sized urchin. it makes true researh difficult without just packing a ship and looking for yourself.