Apr
30
Posted by Tepic Harlequin on April 30, 2013 at 2:39pm ...2 replies
Having loaded up the hand cart with crates of ginger beer an a barrel of the latest distillate from the still, Lisa and Tepic pushed it through the streets from the Warrens to the Great Fire Memorial. Stormy was waiting for them in the front garden of Dr Sonerstein’s place. The youngsters quickly set out the cart and two old crates, found in the junkyard opposite, for the heroes to stand on during the presentation.
Slowly people...
Apr
30
Posted by Dr Joseph Foehammer on April 30, 2013 at 9:32am ...3 replies
Joseph stared over the side rail as the cart in which he and Nefertiti huddled passed an assortment of old wooden buildings, faded to a dull grey by the bleaching effects of the northern sun. It had been almost two hours since he and Nefertiti had accepted the offer of a ride in the back of a passing milk wagon. The old Dairy dairy farmer, having resumed his delivery route after doing what he could to help at the scene of the train derailment...
Apr
28
Posted by Blackberry Harvey on April 28, 2013 at 6:05am ...18 replies
I think it's time for me to pull up roots.
I'm not feeling it anymore. I haven't been for a long time, at least six months now.
Babbage has changed. Babbage is always changing. So have I, and so am I.
Many friends I've known have gone or just don't come around anymore. Many plots I've been involved in have been really great; others have wilted or have been killed or slapped down so hard that it makes me timid to even...
Apr
27
Posted by Felisa Fargazer on April 27, 2013 at 5:28am
“I sent for you two for a reason--something Canergak said to me before I was released. I think it explains why he told you to keep me safe, Beryl.”
“It does?”
Lilith nodded, but then paused. “Let’s go to my home. It’s not far, and there’s less chance of someone hearing.” She led them around to the back of the Brewery, and into an outer hallway. Down the hallway, out of immediate sight of the doorway...
Apr
26
Posted by Felisa Fargazer on April 26, 2013 at 6:28pm
Lisa Fargazer looked up from her sweeping as the front door opened. She saw Beryl enter, and behind him, she was surprised to see the half-cat, half-rabbit who had briefly occupied one of the cells of the asylum.
“Hello, Lisa,” Beryl greeted her.
“Ah, another person--lots of people today. Well, fish,” said the cabbit.
Beryl gestured at her. “This is Zaros. Zaros, this is Lisa.”
“Oh!” Lisa...
Apr
25
Posted by Kaylee Faulkner on April 25, 2013 at 5:01pm
Petra Flax kicked open the door to the Bucket of Blood, and ran inside, panting and pale. She blinked around at those gathered, and quickly focused in on Kaylee who was busy concentrating on the small bits of machine in her arm she was currently polishing.
“Ghost!” she cried out, seemingly forgetting completely her usual attempts to act mature. “Miss Kaylee! Ghost!” She tried to think of some elaboration to her...
