 This is actually Miss Writer's transcript. Baron Wulfenbach had an unfortunate failure of his recording device, so the usual types of unedited and edited transcripts may not be available for this Salon. (If anyone happens to have the log of it still, can you let me know?) |
 I don't know whether to be relieved or not, now that I know I have not been seeing phantoms of my own imaginings. Father called us together, and Nap, and gave us an envelope of documents which the Mayor had gotten from the boy named Gadget. The Van Creed had a device that could bore through the walls of our universe, somehow. Or discussions since then have been on the nature of manifolds, and... |
 Throughout the City small groups of urchins could be seen hurrying along, dragging large crates on buggys, sleds and other makeshift trolleys. At main thoroughfares, squares and buildings a crate would be left, along with an urchin armed with a glass windowed hood, a whistle and a small prybar. Anyone passing was handed a notice, and more notices were pushed into letterboxes or under doors... |
 Excerpt from the journals of O. Angkarn 27 November, 188~ I cannot believe how withdrawn I have become lately. Last week I sent an automaton into the Aether Crack outside the Excelsior Hotel. I have been monitoring its transmissions all week. I am thoroughly convinced that in the space beyond the cracks, time does... |
 ((Consider this an open invitation to be at the graveyard Monday night or Tuesday night, if you want to watch or have some fun! IC, naturally.)) Metier entered the hospital, just going up to meet Maddox without any concern. That night, she'd been dozing, but sat bolt upright when she noticed the spectre. Her heart started to race and she wondered exactly what she could do if he tried to... |
 The town hall meeting had gone unexpectedly and thankfully without incident. Kris was relieved for it until he heard the voice of the knight of the Malkuth calling out after Avariel. He found himself jumping up with Stormy, Scald and Cyan to run out of city hall after him to find answers, but no sooner had he gotten out into the snow than other scents assaulted his nose despite the stifling... |
 The Paracelsus is a scientific survey ship, painted dapple green on top and dapple blue underneath, with several shades of white blended along her sides, making her very difficult to see in an ocean environment, depending on weather. She was hovering motionless a few scores of meters above the water east of the island. Extremely long and sleek with a tubular compartmentalized water tank that... |
 Felisa Fargazer hurried down the street in the New Babbage district, thinking over the two pieces of news she had to tell Gadget. She glanced up into the cold sky, wondering if it was going to snow again, and saw a figure on the rooftop of Gadget's building. Its darker outline against the sky, though, and the way it bounced around a little, told her that it was Gadget himself.... |
 Long long ago before this city was here, there was a small village. In it lived a little boy about your age. His name was Salador and he wished every day that he was important and would be remembered for ever. Then he died and lived happily ever after. No wait.. no thats a different story. Salador waited for his father to come home from the mountains and on one occasion he rested... |
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As I was walking to Gangplank as I heard there was an event going on I heard noises in the alleyway above. Upon checking it out find that Blackberry, Avariel, Kristos, Brother Lapis and what looked like a mailbox with spider legs were surrounding Margo December as she was talking with them. Now let me say no one can really surround Ms. December as she runs very fast for an old woman... |
 Scottie and Sky leaned on the semi-circular counter at ‘Cuffs, Sky with the ledger and Scottie sipping at a glass of absinthe. Both stared intently across the marble top at the Captain of the Mermaid’s Song, one of the many cargo ships that docked in Port every day. The captain gripped the edge of the counter, his eyes boring into Scottie and his face flushed with anger. “But you said I... |
 Sky's curiosity often drove her to visit the Writer these days. To her it was not even a morbid curiosity, since she did not believe that what was being written was truly the future, or possible future. She would read and reread the most recent pages, thinking about how they most likely affected those who were listed there. Today Sky stopped by the City Hall midmorning on her way to... |
