I need to get back to Caledon as soon as possible as the information that I have just can not wait. The majority of my trip back from Rome had been long, but finally I was on a ship bound for home...or so I thought.
"Awwright me luvver?" the captain asked me with a raised eyebrow as I stormed up to him from my cabin. I'm sure that I looked like quite a sight--a bit of a terror perhaps--all loose hair and bluster, mind you. "Ow bist?"
"How am I? How am I?!" I exclaimed in response to his Bristolian greeting. "Wot bist on about?! What craziness are you telling me?! How do you think I am?! I was told that this ship was going to Port Caledon. Now it is going to New Babbage instead? What kind of foolishness is this? Dash it!"
He could only stammer out that he had to change course and I wanted to hear no more of it. I looked out over the water and land was nowhere to be seen. It was too late to change ships. I had to resign myself to the fact that I would have to land in New Babbage and make my way to Caledon from there.
I calmed down and realized that I had rushed out in my gown and shawl. A nearby sailor was staring a little too long as I passed by him en route back to my cabin. "Do not make me have to give you the same treatment that I gave one of the Khedive of Egypt's sons..." I hissed, drawing a finger across my throat and slamming the door to his horrified expression. Soon there was a knock on the door and a gent with some sherry saying "From the captain with his apologies." Sigh. I poured myself some, the liquor warming me, and got settled once more--especially after sliding my trusty stiletto under my pillow.
This shall be a long journey back indeed.
(RP)
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What? They're taking you to Babbage? My advice to you--don't get off the ship. The whole place is a slum. I was weeding out my old LMs today when I acccidentally clicked on it. I wandered around for as long as I could stand the smell. I followed along the edge of one of the open sewers that jigsaw the place like scars on the face of a pilfering whore. There was a huge gathering, and the rabble were holding a meeting to figure out new ways to put shit on things. And rub shit into things. And make things shitty for people all around.
It's a horrible place, Miss Laval. You'll definitely need a good scrubbing when you get back.
Does anyone know if there is a clawfoot bathtub anywhere in Babbage? I thought not.
So...Mr. Hax, why don't you tell us how you REALLY feel about Babbage?
*laughs*
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