 ((Private entry, but feel free to comment!)) It was late--very late--on Saturday evening. The ball, held despite the heavy damage Piermont Landing had taken at the hands of Dr. Obolensky, was over, and Bookworm had returned home. But despite the tiring day she had had, she showed no signs of retiring for the night. Instead, she paced back and forth agitatedly in the front room, the... |
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to keep you waiting but I had to make sure the table was properly set and…such.” She muttered, removing the hat that was pinned to those inked locks of hers. Leaning in to kiss the cheek of the man that sat before her, she smiled warmly and set the hat upon a nearby table and when she turned to face him a cold stare of silence was all she got in... |
 Lily Hassett My dearest Lily, Although I haven't time for a lengthy letter, I thought it necessary to dash this off to you. I have news of a most extraordinary sort! After weeks of walking the city, I finally settled on a piece of property to call my own! It is a small plot of land in the Academy of Industry section of... |
 The terror seizing my body keeps the ink flowing as I write this note. New Babbage is gone... or appears to be! All that seems left in the plane I exist in at this moment is Clockhaven. I can only presume that the fact Clockhaven has been spared is due to the aetheric anchoring I secured for myself and my shop. I hope its pull is strong enough to reunite me with the rest of this fair city...... |
 ((One minor note, Arnold's last name is not Gager, although his real last name does start with a G. Gager is the perfered name when addressing the typist. I simply had to have two parts to the name, and only recently decided to fix this with the prefix of Mr.)) Saturday June 18th: I didn't get much done today, except make the final decision that today would be... |
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Perdido Street, New Babbage Nyjul Caythun's office wasn't Nyjul Caythun's office. The tubby London solicitor had made a special trip to New Babbage to, as my father so unsettlingly phrased it in his letter, "put my affairs in order." Lacking his own pied-à-terre in town, Mr. Caythun (one of several lawyers my parents keep on retainer) temporarily occupied... |
 Bib had not gotten a taste for much in life: mostly he could take or leave whatever was handed to him without so much as a faint feeling of regret. But there was one thing that he simply could not resist, one thing that if someone told him it was now impossible to get, he would have mourned more than his own mother and that was bourbon. So it was customary when he was unpacking... |
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I took a whiff of my drink, nostrils moving in and out, shrugged and took a sip from my mug, swishing the rich liquid around my mouth. As far as I could tell, it tasted the same as it always had, but something about it was different. "Sky, does this taste funny to you?" I asked, sticking the mug deliberately in her face. She recoiled slightly, mostly because of the proximity of... |
 After touring the steamlands and beyond, and having resided on an island in the tranquil port area of Cape Wrath, bordering Winterfell and part of the Independent States of Caledon, Mr. Manamiko decided he wanted to escape the stuffy conventions of the social elite and move to where the action is. Perhaps too trusting of others but most certainly educated, Matthieu is a... |
 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... |
