 Sky’s body visibly tensed at the mention of the name ‘Foehammer.’ In an attempt to keep calm she leaned back against the fireplace and closed her eyes for a moment as she replied to Scottie’s question, “Remember back about a year ago? The crazy temperance lady that burned down the New Champagne Rooms?” After offering a nod Scottie answered, “Well yeah, I was there. I was a part of... |
Bianca's head dropped like a dead weight, her body shaking from the cocktail of emotions that where festering into her being. She was shaking, fighting to free herself and even stamping in anger but the deep little cuts on the back of her hands let her know something important, the beam she was tied too was sharp, and sharpness can cut something...eventually. ... |
 Star made her way to the Bucket of Blood with an odd sort of smile on her face, her ornate leather case held tightly in her hand. Just as she hoped, Mr. Underby was in. “Good morning Mr. Underby!” She said brightly, perching on a stool and setting the case next to her feet. “Ahh, Macbain, Good morning. What can I get for you?” He seemed, to her, a little distracted, all... |
 (private journal) 26 July NByr5 It's been a long month. Since I managed to get myself out of Bump, I have spent a bit of time trying to get the Naval Squadron in fighting trim. I mean it wasn't like I was doing much else. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was still healing. Spending more time down at the docks ended up paying more dividends than I could have... |
 "Tenk has fallen into torpor. Find where his soul has fled, and it will go well for you!" Of course, Mr. Underby could not hear the silent command of his old spiritual master, who sat in the red room above the dark and brooding house next to the Bucket of Blood. He had other things on his mind these day. Power. Real power. Here, in the warren of City Hall, was a long way from... |
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Star had a remarkable ability to find things. It had been this way since she was a child. If someone needed to find a particular passage from a novel, or a particular book in the house, or a house on a street somewhere which they vaguely remembered, or a safe-house, Star had always been the person to go to about it. She could find things. If, for whatever reason, she... |
 ((Everyone, please feel free to comment. I like knowing what you all think!)) Dear Tim, My god... what have I done? In an effort to do the right thing to save the people I care for most, I've gone and married a man (or should I say horse) I know nothing about, besides a smattering of gossip. I was worried that he would marry me to help me save myself and then leave me to my own... |
“It is rather good to have you back Bianca, this city is a dreadful bore without your oh so exciting presence.” “It's good to see you too Christine, but let's be honest...nothing ever is boring in Babbage...” “The action isn't exactly what I mean by boring Bianca...well...It's boring enough I should say and leave it at that...” Christine muttered fixing... |
 Finally, I find an environment that suits my tastes and needs but, still I am having a problem getting involved in the community. First off I am a Night Owl according to SL time. This means I do not get much of a chance to interact with the people of New Babbage, as you are all such sound sleepers. I would join the militia but all of the... |
