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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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It was a typical Sunday in Babbage. I had been out of town working on a case (note to self-no more surveillance jobs in S********) and after grabbing a quick nap, I was off to the cafe for a cuppa and a danish. Just as I finished slipping my boots on, the aethergraph began to chatter, so I wandered over to see what on the reel. The last word on the reel stood out ---URGENT!URGENT! I pulled the paper off to the start tab and began to read...

To J Dagger
Fm A Dayafter
Most urgent. Come to lab. Situation critical. Need your assistance. NOW.

Knowing that he was not one for histrionics, I grabbed the Merwin, strapped up the thigh holster and headed for his office. The streets were strangely deserted, and I felt a bit of unease as I crossed through the port and headed to Gus' office. The door was locked, so I rang the bell and waited. There was a muffled noise behind the door, and I heard a familiar voice, tinged with fatigue.
"Who's there?"
"Are you alone?" I paused, and looked up and down the street.
"Far as I can tell.."
The door unbolted and opened, and I stepped in. Gus looked like hell.
We went into his lab, and it stunk like stale sweat and chemicals. He told me that there was a plague in town that was turning everyone into zombies. He told me he had a serum, but he needed a test subject.
This is where I came in.
The city is overrun with contagious zombies, and he wants me to bring one back.

I headed out towards the Palisades, still trying to come up with a plan.
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Since being given the command of the New Babbage Naval Squadron, I have found that my time has been progressively eaten by administrative tasks. Sadly, even in light of what happened in town with the Obolensky affair, I still am running the squadron with a shoestring staff. I am wearing a lot of hats, to include Chief of Intelligence. There are days when I wish I could spirit the Duchess away from Hotspur, because I could use a second set of eyes when going over all the briefs and notes that come across my desk.

I had just finished my second cup of coffee when I saw the pile of paper neatly dropped from the repeating telegraph in the office. Typically all of the reports from inbound and outbound shipping are sent to me for review, and so I read through them classifying them for possible action, whether it means increasing the coastal patrols, checking on harbor watch or any of the other myriad things that come from 'someone somewhere saw something'. The Caledon air packet made a report into harbor control that they saw an oil slick with debris out by the Vernian Deep marker buoy. I made a note to send someone out to check, and looked at the forwarded port entry/exit log. Debris could mean anything....the log didn't indicate anyone missing, but it could be smugglers or some private craft that failed to check in. I happened to reach for my cup when I saw the byline on the copy of the Primgraph Reporter..."missing correspondent". I grew more concerned as I read the article. I knew Miss Janus had been going on an assignment, that it had been a while since I had seen her in town...

I quickly telegraphed the pier, and told the watch officer to get my Seahawk ready to sail. The Seahawk is small, in comparison to the other gunboats in the squadron, but is fast enough to get me out where I need to be. Once I arrived at the docks, the harbormaster already had the message that Black Queen was outbound for the Vernian. We got underway, and after a short run at speed found the debris field. It wasn't much to see, litter, odd bits of flotsam...and then I saw it. A jacket. I fished it out with a gaffhook, and it didn't take much to know who it belonged to. It was hers. If it was as I thought, she'd have taken the Seahorse out. It was a sturdy sub, but even so didn't have an air supply that would last for this long.

I fired off a telegraph to the harbor office for distribution, warning of a possible navigation hazard. This should give me a little time to reroute shipping, and keep traffic out of the area.

Now to find a submarine...
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Captain's Log: NBS Charger
Cde J. Dagger, commanding.

While I was in the hospital after the last battle with Obolensky, I had time to think about things. I had gotten the last security brief, and knew that the man posing as Tenk was not the mayor. It also included the logs from Lupindo's submarine, which gave the approximate position he torpedoed the milk bottle. As soon as the doctors on board the Solace let me go, I went back to the Topographical Service offices and found what I needed...charts of the ocean currents.

I made a few notes, worked out the navigation, and headed for the docks. The repair gang had finished with the Charger, so once again she would be carrying me into the unknown. We rounded the point and headed south into the open sea. I watched the binnacle, kept the helm steady and made Mr Phalangis keep his engineering crew busy...

We are well past where Lupindo claimed to have destroyed the bottle, and the watch is shouting that they see something off the starboard side...

It was him. He was lashed to a cork, and was quite thin and burned from exposure.

We pulled him aboard, put him in my bunk, and made our way back to New Babbage at flank speed. I had the Clockwinder, and he was on his way home.

We made it to the docks in Port Babbage in relative quiet, but it did not take long for the crowd to gather. We took him to city hall, and told him what had happened while he was gone. I noticed that while he was attentive, he was also distracted. He left us, and went to his tower, where he rests in the bosom of his clock. He will need time to heal, but the city is whole again.
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The petty officers sat in a huddle in the back of the bar, and I managed to slide into an end chair before of them noticed me, and then noticed who it was. Luckily for all of us I managed to keep them from saluting....

I clustered up, and told them my plan. They had only been leaving a single automaton on the pier after 10 PM, and the alert crews only left one or two men back on board the active watch ships. Each petty officer would lead a section to storm the alert boats simultaneously originating from a different direction. 4 ships, 6 teams. The "Charger", one of the Kotetsus I bought right before the occupation was moored in back, next to the "Stonewall" a Lavanco we traded a rum smuggler a load of machine parts for. The "Tarheel", my Cuthbert ram was next, and a Vanguard that was being used as a harbor boat was at the end of the slip. If we were lucky, the Vanguard would be ready to sail which would allow us to sail her out of the way and hopefully get the rest of the ships moving. If we were really lucky, more than one of them would be under power, and that would let us tow the rest out. Or they could all be cold, or gone. We agreed on the recognition signal (blue rocket followed by a blue light) and that I wanted the guns double-shotted with canister (since I wanted to discourage followers from on-shore). They all looked at each other, comparing notes, asking about hatch combings, doodling on the counter working out figures for gun crews...

"Boys, this is going to be dangerous, and not without some degree of personal risk to you should we fail." I looked at each of them in the eyes as I went around the table, and while I didn't know all of them by name, I knew their faces, and the looks they returned to me made me feel a bit more confident. I picked up a glass, and raised it. "Gentlemen, to you. Fortune favors the bold." I put the glass to my lips, and before I could drink, Tommy Malone, the gun-captain of my #1 guncrew reached over and touched my arm. Tommy was a ruddy faced little Irishman who was possibly the best shot in the fleet. He was another one of those sailors who managed to keep showing up on my roster, commission after commission.
"Lads, to the Rock!" He lifted the glass towards me, and the assembled knot of men responded in kind. I wanted to tell him to stop it, or tell him that was a long time ago, when I was a green Lieutenant Commander with something to prove. I drank my drink, nodded to the boys and headed to my place at the docks.

The park benches at Navy Pier were comfortable, and offered a clear view of the port. I sat down and took a long hard look at the docks, and was slightly surprised at what I found there. The Vanguard was gone, and the other three were preparing to get underway. The only thing that would save us would be if the alert crew had not arrived and only the engineer and stokers were aboard. A group of men in Obolensky's naval uniform walked across to the "Tarheel", and boarded. I could only hope now that the second division would be lucky enough to get to cover or scatter before the cannons opened up. She pulled away, sliding into the darkness when I saw the star and the light. One away, 2 to go. The division slated to take the "Stonewall" crossed the pier from the Arcade, and I could see something being tossed onto the pier as she lept forward into motion. Two away, one to go. A line of men ran out from near Loner Lane, and even in the dimness of the street, I could see the braid on the cuff of the leader. Palmer's division. My men. They should have been on the "Tarheel", and I figured at that moment that I would be curious to inquire once we were underway and not while we were still in town. They swept onto the ship, and for one long moment, all I could hear was the sounds of the town. Then two things became very obvious--that the Smashington at the opposite end of the pier was finally curious as to what was afoot, and the last two divisions would be needing a ride. I kicked out of my skirt to expose my boots and breeches, pulled the holster belt out of my handbag and headed to the pier at a run. I had to stop the "Charger" or I would not be able to carry the remaining men on the gunboat I had hidden in the canals. I crossed the last stack of crates onto the pier proper as the last two groups of sailors emerged from their hiding places and swarmed around me. Once again, luck smiled on our venture, as out of the shadows came the missing Vanguard. I quickly gestured for the men to hide where they were. This would again be another gamble, but I felt as if it would work...

The coxswain of the Vanguard shouted from out of the turret hatch "Ahoy the pier! What's afoot? Where is the fleet?"
He continued on his arc from the Vernian, drawing closer to the end of the pier....I could only hope he wouldn't recognize me in the light of the streetlamp.
"The port's under attack! We need help!"
At this every hatch flew open and most of the crew bounded out onto the deck, agitated but quite unarmed. The Vanguard touched the bumpers of the dock, and there was only one thing left to do. I drew my Colt, screamed "Boarders away!" and leapt onto the deck. The sailors followed, and within a few minutes were able to secure the little ironclad. I sent part of the remaining men to the "Charger" and sent both of them on their way. I crossed back over to Abney Parkway, and made my dash for the canals and the security of the patrol boat. I swept out onto the Vernian at speed, and saw the lights and heard the sirens. We were away, and at least now we could fight on our feet.

I signaled Officer's Call at dawn to assess what we should do next. Since Obolensky had taken the town government, we were technically outlaws by the strict letter of the law. Exiles, with no home. I laughed, so long and so hard that some of the boys got worried. There was only one place for the New Babbage Exiles Fleet to go.


(this should have been done a while ago, but I was stuck with a dose of real life. More follows, so read 'em in sequence)
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It was a typical morning at the office. I walked down to the postbox, and picked up the mail, returned to my desk and my coffee to review the day's correspondence. The normal letters were shuffled to the appropriate places on the desk...requests for information, bills, letters requesting updates on active cases...and then there was a large envelope on the bottom of the stack. It was sealed with an engine stippled binding, and the return address read simply "City Hall, office of the Mayor". The contents were dumped onto the desk, and I looked at them in turn, a certificate, a typed letter on official letterhead, and two handwritten envelopes, one which said "read me first" and the second stating "read me last".

Mosseveno Tenk
The Mayor of the City-State of New Babbage

To all who shall see these presents, greeting:

Know Ye, that reposing special trust and confidence in the patriotism, valor, fidelity and abilities of Jedburgh Dagger.
I do appoint her a Captain in the New Babbage Naval Militia to rank as such from the 14th day of April 18XX. This Officer will therefore carefully and diligently discharge the duties of the office to which appointed by doing and performing all manner of things thereunto belonging.
And I do strictly charge and require those Officers and other personnel of lesser rank to render such obedience as is due an officer of this grade and position. And this Officer is to observe and follow such orders and directives, from time to time, as may be given by me, or the future Mayor of the City-State of New Babbage, or other Superior Officers acting in accordance with the laws of the City.
This commission is to continue in force during the pleasure of the Mayor of the City-State of New Babbage for the time being, under the provisions of those Public Laws relating to Officers of the Armed Forces of the City-State of New Babbage and the component thereof in which this appointment is made.
Done in the City this 14th day of April in the year of our Lord 18XX"

I stared at the paper, and propped it against the cubbyholes on the back of the desk. I had not expected this, and wondered aloud how this had happened. Yes, I had been approached about joining, but..this.

The letter was next...
"City-State of New Babbage
Office of the Maceholder

To: Commodore J Dagger, New Babbage Naval Militia

You are hereby ordered to take command of the city's Naval Squadron, and make such preparations as you see necessary to ready those forces for any military contingency.

For the Mayor:

Aeolus Cleanslate"

I sat the letter down, and took a long sip of my coffee. I opened the first letter, and it contained a small handwritten note...

Congratulations. Now get to work.


This was just too much, so I wadded up the note and threw it at the bookcase. I pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write my resignation. As much as I wanted to take this on, I was too busy. Too much was going on with the agency, too many other things to attend to. The words came fast, and the text on the page was close and thready. Pausing for another sip of coffee, I stared at the second envelope.


Aeolus figured you would buck. I told him you'd say yes. Prove him wrong.


PS Your uniform is at city hall. Get to work."


I got my jacket, loaded the Remington, and walked to City Hall.
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Location: New Babbage Gasworks, Wheatstone Waterways (Central Western Wheatstone Waterways)

Synopsis: On this date I was contacted by Mr Gatsby Szuster, who said that he has discovered an incendiary device at the gasworks. Mr Szuster had been present at the scene of the last fire at Undertone's Barbershop, and was familiar with the device that had been located in a nearby building at that time.

He said that he located the device while he was going to his office located on the second floor of the structure. He removed the fuse and left it in place prior to my arrival.

Once I arrived on scene I searched the area both inside and outside. No additional devices were located.

The device was identical to the previous located one. I took a sample of the contents for later analysis and disposed of the device in an empty lot nearby.

I was later advised that the suspect has been in contact with Mr Undertone by letter. The suspect is demanding a cash payment from the city, or he stated he will set more fires.

The suspect is a white male, possibly in his mid 20's, average height, slender build, dark hair. Based on his previous actions I feel that he may be disposed of a maniacal disposition, prone to assaultive behaviors.

The investigation is ongoing.

Miss J. Dagger
Terranova Investigative Services
Aether Salon, 2nd Floor
#6 Academy Downs
Babbage Palisades, New Babbage
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early January
I had been away from the Horta for some time on a surveillance case. it was pleasant to return to the snowy soot of Babbage, and chill of the morning air felt oddly comforting on my face as I walked up the street towards Miss Janus' house. While I had been in negotiation for office space within town, the hospitality she had shown me in giving me a room was a pleasant diversion to the day to day workings of the agency. Because of the hour, I entered the house through the housekeepers entrance in the basement, so as to not disturb the lady of the house. I headed up the back stairs to my room in the attic, and paused near the back door of Miss Janus' bedroom. What gave me pause was the smell that wafted out from the room. It was the smell of decay. Death. I slid the door open slowly, and drawing my pistol from underneath my coat slipped into the room. The room was unoccupied, but the bed told the tale. The coverlet was stained with sweat, and spotted with blood. The odor of slow death hung heavy there, and yet there was no one in the house. Something had happened while I was gone, and now I had to find out exactly what had happened.

I can't sleep.

The urchins are whispering about strange things, rats drained of blood, nighttime stalkers, dark figures who lurk in shadows.

I fear she has been taken. I fear she has been turned.

I know what I have to do.
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I decided to start writing again.

The circumstances under which I had stopped writing here are now at an end. So I sit here at my new desk in the confines of my office, and start a new page. Three months ago, the journal was placed in an envelope, along with a few other items so that in the case of my death someone would know what had happened and would have some insight into my past. I had mailed three identical letters containing a sealed note to three of my closest acquaintances here in New Babbage, with a simple set of instructions...if I should be found dead or found to be missing for over a week, open the note. The note simply said “roll top desk, top drawer”.

The file jacket contained my past.
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Location: Undertone's Barbershop, Wheatstone Waterways (South Central Wheatstone Waterways)

Synopsis: On this date the Ladies Fire Brigade was summoned to the Undertone Barber shop on the report of a structure fire. On my arrival I saw a subject dressed in dark clothing running from the scene shouting “Let it burn! Let it burn!” The problem I faced immediately was that the fire posed a great risk to the adjoining structures, and as much as I wished to pursue the suspect my attentions were forced to turn to the fire.

Shortly after deploying my firefighting equipment, Mr Szuster arrived and he set off after the suspect. My initial feeling was that some sort of chemical accelerant had been used as the fire resisted any effort to be extinguished. The water that was sprayed on the structure only seemed to spread the flames around in the structure.

The Fire Brigade deployed several of its Firefighting airships to drop water on the structure, but this only served to contain the fire and prevent further damage to the nearby buildings.

Despite our best efforts the structure could not be saved. It is my determination that the building is beyond repair and cannot be salvaged.

Prior to the completion of the Fire Brigade's work, Mr Undertone searched the area and found a device that had been placed in a nearby building. He gave me the device for safekeeping and for analysis in the Agency's lab.

Based on my on-scene survey of the scene, I determined that there were multiple points of origin on the first floor. It appeared as if several devices had been set off both in the front and the rear of the structure. The intensity of the fire destroyed any evidence or materials at the scene.

Evidence: Small wooden cask, approximately 1 ½ gallons capacity. The cask had a simple time fuse ignition device, seated in a dry chemical initiation device. The cask contained a viscous liquid which chemical analysis showed was compromised of a mixture of coal oil, naphtha, quicklime, and sulfur. This combination would burn with a high heat, and also create an additional effect of burning with a greater intensity with the application of water.

The suspect is still at large at this time. The suspect has a knowledge of chemistry given his ability to mix and handle dangerous chemicals, and a strong desire to destroy property.

The investigation is ongoing.

Filed by:
Miss J. Dagger
Terranova Investigative Services
Aether Salon, 2nd Floor
#6 Academy Downs
Babbage Palisades, New Babbage
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Location: New Babbage Municipal Watertower (Wheatstone Waterways, Northeast corner)

On 22 January I was contacted by Ms Viv Trafalgar. She said that subjects unknown had attacked and destroyed the city water tower in Wheatstone Waterways. She said that she felt there had been an explosion and wanted to retain the agency in an investigative capacity to make inquiries as to what actually happened.

I arrived at the location and found that the tower had been largely destroyed. The roof section and the glass top of the tower was sitting very close to the center of where the tower had been standing. The main body of the town was thrown directly east and now sits on the bottom of the North/south canal that borders Wheatstone and the Canal district. The tower supports were thrown down in a pattern to the south, north, and northeast of where they were originally located. The damage appeared to have been caused by a solid iron projectile approximately 1 meter in diameter, identical to the projectile that struck the Kahruvel Steamworks. The projectile had been covered by some of the wreckage and was discovered after the initial survey of the scene. The projectile was a solid shot, and the on-site analysis did not reveal any explosive content to the shell. Had the shell been explosive in nature the wreckage would have been far more scattered and broken apart than what I observed at the scene. After doing a brief analysis of the damage pattern and the impact crater, it appears that the shell was fired from the Northwest corner of Wheatstone Waterways, and at a much shallower angle than the shell that struck the steamworks. If the projectile was dropped from the air, the carrier craft was moving at a higher rate of speed than the round described previously.

The shell itself was spherical and does not conform to any known projectile due to its size. No known cannon has a bore of that size that I am aware of or under current production. Because my lab is currently not equipped to analyze samples taken at the scene, I have sent the materials I collected to a lab outside of the city.

This is the second attack on the city infrastructure of New Babbage from outside forces who seem intent on causing civil and economic disruptions, and damaging the critical facilities of the city.

Filed by:
Miss J. Dagger
Terranova Investigative Services
Aether Salon, 2nd Floor
#6 Academy Downs
Babbage Palisades, New Babbage
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Location: Kahruvel Steamworks (corner of Brunel's Railway and Jefferson Place, Babbage Square. Southwest quadrant)

On 18 January I was contacted by Dr Augustus Dayafter in reference to an explosion at the Kahruvel Steamworks. I arrived at the location and found that the building was damaged on the northeast corner. The building had sustain a great deal of damage at that location. The damage appeared to have been caused by a solid iron projectile approximately 1 meter in diameter. The projectile was lodged in the floor of the plant, and given the location and the angle of entry the impact was on a near vertical line. The projectile was a solid shot, and the on-site analysis did not reveal any explosive content to the shell. My estimation is that the shell struck within 10 degrees of vertical, so it was either fired as a high angle shot much like a mortar round, or dropped from the air by a slow moving airship. The impact threw a section of the roof onto the rail line, and created a very large cone of damage down to the lower floor. The baseline estimate I calculated is that the shell, if fired from the ground, originated in the extreme northeast corner of Port Babbage.

The shell itself was spherical and does not conform to any known projectile due to its size. No known cannon has a bore of that size that I am aware of or under current production. Because my lab is currently not equipped to analyze samples taken at the scene, I have sent the materials I collected to a lab outside of the city.

The owner of the facility was unavailable for interview at the time of the preliminary investigation.

My concern is that this may constitute an attack on New Babbage from outside forces intent on compromising the city infrastructure, and causing civil and economic disruptions.

While this is currently not an official investigation of the agency, I am monitoring the situation

Filed by:
Miss J. Dagger
Terranova Investigative Services
Aether Salon, 2nd Floor
#6 Academy Downs
Babbage Palisades, New Babbage
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Terranova Investigative Services is now open for business!
We offer full services, using the latest in scientific methods and equipment to fulfill all of your needs!

Our office will be opening shortly in New Babbage, having been formerly located between Universal Exports and Delfloria's Tailor shop.

(I have almost all of the parts gathered for our new RP detective agency. Please contact me if you would like to use our services for you RP storyline. The agency has several operatives, and all of us are excited to help out)

((Also, I figure we have enough plots afoot so as to not step on anyone elses toes))
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It is with great difficulty that I have taken pen in hand to relate the events of today. It is not the words that are problematic, but my condition. I was brutally attacked without provocation today on the street in front of the old Imperial Theater. Had it not been for luck on my part and the quick actions of Doctor Watson, Mister Holmes and Miss Kaligawa I fear I might be dead and frozen still in a snowdrift. I fear it may have been the work of Jason Moriarity, because while I was being treated he returned and attacked Holmes in the street in front of their flat. It was only after I returned home that I found out that Mr Wirefly and Miss McMillan were attacked in their home.

I do not like what this portends for our fair city...
(originally posted on the ning, full account was in lj)


Dec. 12th, 2008 02:06 am
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I have been napping since I returned home, and I must write this down before my memory is clouded by the laudanum. I had been working on some information related to the airship crash in Port Babbage this past weekend. The facts had been troubling me, and I decided to take a walk by the Imperial to see if anything had changed there, since it was the focus of many of the strange goings-on in town last year. As I walked along, I felt a presence there with me. I heard footfalls in the snow behind me, but there was no one there. I walked a bit further down the block, and felt the same presence as before. I turned to confront whatever it was, and then it happened. I was enveloped in a swirling cloud of intense electrical energy. I tried to get to my pistol which I had concealed under my skirt, but I was not able to pull it free of my petticoat. I felt my senses failing, so it was in desperation I ran back across the canal bridge and lept into a snowdrift. The fireball stopped, and I was left stunned and burnt lying on the ground. I shouted for help, and hoped that someone was nearby. To my great surprise I saw Doctor Watson appear with Miss Kaligawa and Mr Holmes close behind. I was able to get to my feet after a short time and we returned to their flat at the end of the street. I took a seat on the couch, and tried to clear my head from the pain as they treated the burns I had received. I tried to maintain my composure but the pain had started to set in and I found it hard to relax. It was shortly after this that I was greeted by a shout from out in the street. Apparently the fiend had set upon Holmes, so I mustered what strength I had left and went back outside. This time I was able to unholster my Colt. Holmes said that Moriarity had set upon him with the same lightning that he had attacked me with, but Holmes had managed to get off a shot. When he did so, the monster changed form, to that of a werewolf. He ran down the railroad tracks toward Bow Street, but he was not done. While we were talking, he circled back around and climbed to the top of the roof of the bakery. I did manage to get off a shot at him from the safety of a nearby doorway. The next part of the story defies imagination. Moriarity left down to the street and vanished into the very ground with a puff of red smoke. If someone would have told me this I would have thought them mad, but I saw it for myself.
The four of us walked over to the bakery, since I knew they would have a place to sit and some fresh tea. We had not been sitting long when Miss Trafalgar burst in and said that Mr Wirefly and Miss McMillan had been attacked in their residence. Holmes and Miss Kaligawa went with her to assist them, and Dr Watson sat with me at the bakery.
While we were there, we were visited by a man who introduced himself as Jesper Renfield. He had a strange interlocked VC on his lapel, much the same as the ones on the documents I found in the Captain's apartment. He was very interested in what had happened, and I got the sense he knew more than he was letting on. He seemed more interested in Dr Watson than me, and I asked him several questions, which he answered. He seemed to have a greater knowledge of Moriarity and the events related to the Eliot device, but was preoccupied with the body of Mr Norton and his demise. He left as abruptly as he came, with a brief exchange of pleasantries.
After a bit, I returned home to Maison Horta and laid down in my room. Apparently I made a bit of noise coming in and woke Beq while she slept downstairs. I did not have much time to tell her the full details of what had happened before young Myrtil and Master Will arrived to get Beq and take her over to Mr Wirefly's residence. I managed to get redressed and went their to find out what had happened.
Once we returned to the house, Beq insisted on redressing my burns. I drifted off there by the fire.
I had only involved myself in this matter in a cursory fashion, in that it was a puzzle that presented itself to me as a resident of New Babbage. Now it's personal.
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On 11-28 I was made aware by a confidential source that Myrtil Igaly had been attacked and detained by an unknown party. The information I received said that she had been drugged and was being held in a chest somewhere on the premises of the La Noisette bakery (Jefferson Way, Babbage Square). The information had initially been intended for the Bow Street Constabulary. Because of the dire nature of the information, and the threat to Miss Igaly's life, I decided to investigate the scene with the sole intent of insuring her safety.

I arrived at the bakery and met Ms B. Carver in the street by the front door. She had heard a rumor of the incident, and she assisted me in the initial search of the premises. Shortly after I began my search of the area, a group of individuals arrived with the same intent. Dr J. Watson, Mr S. Holmes and Mr R. Wirefly arrived and immediately went to the second floor of the structure. I did a cursory check of the building to make sure it had been cleared just before this, and there were no suspicious subjects located within the building.

I found a large bloodstain with a directional smear that was located under the staircase on the first floor in the area between the cafe and the kitchen. This was photographed (plate a) and a sample of the blood was taken.

The front area of the second floor was searched, and no relevant materials were found.
(confidential data removed)
The small room in the back of the second floor revealed another bloodstain (plate b) and a bloody handprint on a painting (plate c).
(confidential data removed)
The laboratory area on the third floor held various materials related to it's purpose, and a large wooden steamer trunk. Miss Igaly was located by Holmes and Watson within this trunk. She had defensive wounds on her hands and arms, and a laceration on the front of her right thigh. She had been drugged by an unknown substance and was comatose at the time of location. By the time I made my way into this room, several subjects were inside and had ensured that Miss Igaly was safe. Based on her condition, and the need for a suitable medical facility, we determined at that time to move her to the clinic of Dr. Hengest Whitfield.

Dr Watson treated her injuries, and I stood by with other concerned citizens while she regained consciousness. We decided to move her to Mr Wirefly's flat at the Mechanix Arms for security purposes, as it has only one entrance and was on the second floor. I took the first watch at this location while the other members of the party went out.

I was informed after the fact that the suspect returned to the apartment and shot Mr Wirefly before being shot by J. Branagh and F. Twine. The final disposition of the body is unknown.

The suspect, one Arthur Keenan, is the victim's cousin. This incident apparently stemmed from a longstanding family quarrel. From statements made by the victim and information gathered from other sources the suspect wanted to sell the bakery, and her unwillingness to sell precipitated the attack.

It has not been determined if the suspect had any confederates, or if anyone else was involved in the commission of the act.
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I was very pleased and honored to be able to attend the nuptials of Miss Writer and Captain Smythe. It was a lovely service, and was everything I expected from the happy couple. I hope that they have a long and joyous partnering.
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I am still not fully able to express my feelings concerning the funeral service for Juliana today. We gathered in the chapel, and Miss Janus conducted a very solemn and brief service, after which we proceeded to the small cemetery next door to inter the remains. I wish that this was the conclusion of what has been labeled the Amulet Affair, but there still remains the disposition of the article itself.

Miss Janus has worked a great deal to make this a reality, and I would like to thank her and the many others who assisted in this, and to those who attended.
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Today we finally laid poor Juliana to rest. This has been a long process, from the initial recovery of the Amulet, to the recovery of the body, through the autopsy, to now.

Miss Janus started the service, and read two poems. After this, many of the mourners said their goodbyes and paid their respects to the poor girl before we closed the casket. The funeral procession was brief, as the cemetery was close to the chapel.

We still know so very little about her, this young girl called Juliana...where she was from, how she came into possession of the amulet, and what she went through there in the depths of the ocean. Beq has taken the girl's death hard, and while she is no stranger to personal tragedy, I fear that this may be harder on her than she has related to me. For my part in this, I have tried to maintain a level of objectiveness, to not be drawn into a swirl of superstition because of what I have seen and experienced. The mind has a great capacity for both rational and irrational thought, and it has taken a great deal of effort for me to stay focused and clear on this matter. The funeral was moving, and I was awash in emotions that I have tried to keep buried.

I have so many things to finish before this is done, and now I begin to question the timing of the events in town related to the old Imperial theater and this...I need to sort this out, to get some perspective on all of the events that are going on. Lines that appear parallel on the surface intersect at a great enough distance.
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This journal entry has been a long time in coming, and had it not been for the persistence of several inquiring friends I would not have committed it to writing. I refer to the affair of the amulet and the subsequent recovery of both it and the body of the young lady from the seas just off of Port Babbage. Miss Janus has related her part in the matter since the beginning, and for the most part I have not. Perhaps it has been due to the stoic nature of my family, or perhaps her telling of the tale gave me all the notice I desired at the time. It has been far from easy to relate this in a clear manner, for many parts of the tale fly in the face of logic and science, but I have been told that you must follow the evidence wherever it leads and draw conclusions from there.

In the beginning I found out about the amulet and decided that I wanted to attempt the recovery. The interest and the inquiries from several questionable persons led me to the conclusion that someone with more honorable motives should make an attempt. I acquired a diving suit and after a few discreet inquiries of my own I began diving a pattern in the area I felt most likely to contain the wreckage and the amulet. I actually began diving further out from the port and systematically worked my way back to the docks. This idea was based on observations of the tide and the chart that had come to light once the amulet became public knowledge. I found a wrecked ship on the bottom but it was quite bare, so I continued making dives in that general area. The greatest hindrance I found was that the suit I have only allows me to go so deep for so long. I was nearly ready to give up when I found two things on the bottom…a seated body and a diver in a metallic diving suit. We were unable to directly communicate at that depth, but I was able to deduce that the other diver had the amulet. The first shocking revelation was the body. It appeared to be a young girl sitting in an oddly serene pose there on the bottom, much as an eastern mystic would. By the clothing I would have guessed that the body had been there for a great number of years, but the disconcerting matter was the condition of the body. It was obvious that it had been under water for a long period of time, but if the body had been submerged for as the clothes had indicated, it would have been more decomposed or consumed by opportunistic sea creatures. I was initially dismissive of any hint of supernatural activity, but the things I saw defied a logical explanation. I did not linger long in my thoughts there on the sea floor, as the other diver motioned for me to rise to the surface.

Once we were on the docks, and unhelmeted, I had the occasion to speak with Miss Janus. She was as cautious about my motives as I was about hers, but after a bit of conversation, we found that our intent to recover the amulet was very much the same. We then retired to the confines of her Vernian Sea residence so she could remove the diving suit. After allowing her to change, she removed the amulet from the metallic confines of the diving suit. Once this was done, I felt odd, as if the room was not still or level. Miss Janus seemed far more affected by the amulet, and it could have been due to her contact with it. I also started to notice something audible...there was not a source, or a great volume...but it was odd, and disconcerting to be sure. We contained the amulet inside of a heavy metal lockbox for security's sake. The ill feeling subsided once the amulet was locked away, and we then decided on the next course of action. We decided that it would be best to secure the item at the Police station, until any legal claims were cleared and the future of the amulet was decided by proper authority.

Comment by Viv Trafalgar on October 12, 2008 at 7:38pm
Jed - this is a most glorious perspective on the whole adventure. Thank you for posting it and for participating in today's Salon!

Comment by Beq Janus on October 16, 2008 at 8:19pm
Indeed, thank you for all of your support Jedburgh, you are a trusted friend.


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