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Location: Piermont Landing, Wheatstone Waterways

Synopsis: On this date Miss Obedience Mactavish, age unknown, was killed in an apparent robbery while attending a dance at Piermont Landing. The suspect, a Professor Parx, escaped the scene in a rocket assisted wheelchair. The motive is still undetermined.

Personal Notes:
Sometimes, you can be in the right place at the wrong time. It's my luck, or lack thereof.

I had a new gown for the dance, and realized way too late that it was a masquerade. So, a quick stop by the office for a mask and my tinted spectacles were as close as I was going to get to a fine ball masque. I was not expecting much to happen, and given the normal state of dancing held very reserved expectations. Somehow, i still had a feeling that I should take the normal precautions so I slid the thigh holster for the Merwin up over my stocking. Full skirted ballgowns are good for something after all.

I took the tram from the Salon to the Bow Street Station, and other than the bump over by Kahruvel it was a smooth ride. I walked in and noticed that there were lots of new faces in attendance. Obviously, my little town is becoming more cosmopolitan.

I was dancing with Maurice Dimanovic, another of the new faces who has been effusively charming, when Miss Mactavish and a man entered. I assumed that this was her manservant after he scuttled off to get her a drink. She stood at the foot of the stairs, while I danced out in the middle of the dance floor. The manservant, who she called Sweetwater, went off in search of drinks. It was then that a man in a wheelchair confronted her. I recognized him as a Treloar Parx, a known troublemaker and bush-league villain. Whatever he said to her started a murmur through the crowd of ‘she eats babies?’, so as much as my ego wanted to pay attention to what Mr Dimanovic was saying, my attention was on the two up front. To add to the problem, a cluster of idlers keen on seeing what was going on had filled in the gap between us. Parx produced a small handgun and demanded a key from Miss Mactavish. Mr Sweetwater attempted to interviene, but Parx fired a single shot, downing Miss Mactavish. He then took her necklace, which presumably held the key, and flew away. Yes, flew. The wheelchair had some sort of flying apparatus, and it shot straight up off of the floor, and I lost it in the night sky. I tried to turn to the downed lady, but before I could negotiate the crowd, Sweetwater began an incantation and vanished, along with the body of Miss Mactavish. By now the crowd was very worked up, but I could make out part of what he said…”Papa Legba”. I bowed out of the dance, and tried to get over to that part of the floor but it was too late. The onlookers were quite shaken, the most vocal of these was Miss Riel, who ran from the floor in tears.

I realized that this was not a matter in which I had been hired to investigate, but the pangs of curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to the other side of the dance floor, and chatted briefly with a few of the dazed onlookers. The chatter was mixed, and there were several whispered rumors of missing children, and some talk that the sandhogs working on the sewers had found a number of bones in the lines. Book and Ceejay were there, and both of them looked like they were in shock. I wanted to tell them that I would be looking into things, but they were too stunned for that, so I left.

I went back to the Salon, changed into something a little more appropriate for working, and got my field gear together. The first place I headed was to the Excelsior, since I knew that Miss Mactavish had let a room there. Her room was unlocked, so I went in to see if there was anything of note to be seen. The room was quite bare, with the exception of a large chest. The chest contained a journal, and given the fact that I was not ready to answer for my presence in her room should I be caught, I decided to take the book, and make a transcribed copy for further analysis. There wasn’t anything else of note in the room, so I slipped out and returned to the lobby.

Given the information I had learned at the ball, I then decided a search of the sewers might yield some more evidence. I knew the city maintenance gang had a pirogue tied up under city hall, so I headed down under the street to look for more. I found a small dock in one of the back alcoves near the hotel, and on it was the most shocking bit of evidence in this whole affair. Hidden in a small room was what amounted to a butcher shop. The area was bloody, and led me to believe that it had been used for some sort of food preparation. Why was it here? The bit of evidence I did find was small, and would have been missed on a casual examination, but when I saw it, and realized what it was, made me both sickened and angry. On the floor, lodged between the floorboard, was a bone. It was small, and oddly shaped, and it took a moment to identify…not animal. It was a metacarpal bone, one of the small ones in the wrist, and I assume by its size it belonged to a child. I placed it in an envelope, and looked at the block itself. I worked my way back to the stairs, and came out in the alley behind the hotel.

I don’t know how to proceed. I need to read the journal, and find out just what is so valuable in those pages. There are still too many questions, and I have too few answers.


The investigation is ongoing.

Miss J. Dagger
Terranova Investigative Services
Aether Salon, 2nd Floor
#24 Academy Downs
Babbage Palisades, New Babbage

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