The Life Aquatik

Now that Caledon has a sea apparently, everyone felt the need to see it. To see the sea, so to speak. Having just gotten more or less a new look, i joined the crowds suddenly interested in all matters aquatic.
I more or less arived at one of the small islands contained withing, where an inprovised party was underway, with some familiar faces, and some new ones, I met the squaintance of a Mr. Pertwee.
A fox like myself, but of the more reddish variety. After I managed a few photos, Mr. Pertwee asked me to dance, having never watlzed before and wearing large-ish boots, I was worried on stepping on toes, but he turned out to be just as bad a dancer as i was. And maybe it was a glitch in the danceballs, or our awful dance skills combined, but we began spinning uncontrollably. As we spun like a canine tornado, the friction on the ground caused a fire to break out, possibly the action of spinning creating air resistance around us is what kept the flames from reducing us to ashes, but eventually we were able to slow down a bit. A breif trip to Vic City to show off my temporarily improvised workshop, and the flightpack MK. II, and a trip to Mayfair for him to show off his hats and capes, it seemed the exertions of the day caused my engine to crash, and would not turn back on for a few hours.



Once I was finally able to logg back on, I took out my sailboat for the first time, and after a few crashes into the same house on the shoreline of Matfair, finally moored at another of the small, as yet unnamed islands. Where, after inviting Gnarli to come along in exploring, I met the aquaintance of and Admiral Sin, and a Dr. Figaro. The admiral didn't stay for very long, but the good Doctor showed us her Junk, a ship of oriental make. and gave us a short demo of the Red Cross's new Hoppers. We went for a sail in her junk, when Gnarli seemed to have a flashback to a former life as Blackbeard and taking his own ship, fired his cannons on us, miraculously, they all missed, though I think his own ship sank under it's own power, as he returned to the island on a makeshift raft. Riding around Caledon on Gnarli's raft, was decided to head to Lock Averie to see if we can spot Nessie, after much floating about searching, we saw over the distance, a large shape raise over the water, we followed the creature a bit before it finally submerged and was lost. At this point, falling asleep on the rough planks, I said my goodbyes and headed home and slept.

the SeaFox Sails


Landfall

the good Dcotor's junk

nope, no damage from cannons here

my part-time job as a figure head

Huck Finn, eat your heart out



the Legendary Lock Avery Monster, best photo I could get, all the others
resembled a man in a monkey suit making a rude gesture at us

Driving Test

After some time surfing on a far off island named after atmospheric phenomenon, I returned to Caledon wringing salt water from my tail. Recently I've aquired a new machine, some sort of Tesla Rover, I unpacked the thing, and took it for it's first drive in Primverness. After a bouncing, jostling, hecktic ride, I finally rode into Vic City, and immediately smashed into a column in front of the Guv'nah's Mansion...




So I discretely sneaked away, hoping no-one would notice the new ornamentation to the building.

After a while of working on the flightpack Mk II (currently it makes the user zip out of control across all of Caledon, and out to the mainand). I joined with The Squirming Discomfort, Gnarlihotep, as he seemed to be planning some graverobbing in the moors. After being shut up in an empty crypt with Gnarli sitting on the lid (not so pleasent, the crypt was fairly dusty)
he left a small rabbit inside, wether this was to appease any possible vampires residing inside with a late night snack, or to try and create an army of vampire bunnies, who can tell what goes on in that head.

Just before Gnarli slammed down the lid

after I managed to get out, I don't think I wounded him too much
(Edit: I did take a picture of the rabbit, but strangely he did not show in the image, perhaps he was a vampire bunny afterall...)

The Wooden Juggernaught

I had been out yesterday,riding in my own peddle powered mini-zepplin over Caledon. As I was over the highlands, I received the message on he aethernet that a large battleship had appeared at the border between Lionsgate and Tanglewood, and that it was made of wood. Changing my course, i went to see for myself. As I arrived, I saw the ship quite clearly from a distance, landing my craft on it's deck, I wandered for a bit.








Eventually I came across the owner, a Mister Viderian Vollmar, as he was discussing the ship with a few other oglers, a Mr. Mordecal Scraggs, and a Miss who's name escapes me at the moment.
As we talked, eventually Miss ImsosorryIforgetnamessoeasily had to take her leave, as a large clanking construct ambled over in her place. Whatever it was, the metal man must have been an engineering marvel.





As the discussion turned back to the battleship, wich apparently when completed, will be part of Caledon's navy, Mr. Scaggs offered all a ride on the amphibious transport craft he was working on. It resembled a gravey boat to be honest.



It was an interesting ride, until a harsh wind blew it upside down and I found myself falling practically under the world. Eventually I made my way back to the battleship, and seeing noone else on board, took to wandering Tanglewood, as i had never really spent much time there yet. Soon I received an invite from Mr. Vollmar at his home, witch apparently he had just moved in, and so furnishings were sparse, at this point, the automoton, a Mr. Lucious Sin, in a more human appearance, took his leave. Mr. Vollmar showed me around Tanglewood a bit, introducing me to a shoe making fae, Kandace Commons she seemed friendly, if a bit shy. then after a ride on the ferry and subsequent launch into the air and crash, Mr. Vollmar suggested we crash a ball held in Loch Avie by a Lady Eva Bellambi. At this point we had missed the formal part, (not that I'm very formal to begin with) and it was in full on rave mode, with many in tartans. I was given a set of tarten mouse ears, so even i had some tarten going. Miss Amber and Mr. Book were there already, though Miss Amber hadn't gone nude quite yet, and even Mr. Gnarli soon arrived as well, as everyone danced, drank, and howled, I eventually needed my sleep and took my leave.

This is a continuation of my last entry.

Yesterday I spent most of the day fine tuning the Flightpack Mk II, it flies well enough, but leaves so much smoke that I can't see where I'm headed.

I visited Lacy Amber in her gardens to see if she had anymore tips, she was entertaining a visitor and explaining Caledon to him when i arrived. Inviting us for a buggy ride, we piled on, only for an axle to break. Going onto plan two, we boarded the baroness's Zepplin, and despite the loss of the visitor, (whom I fear fell overboard, hopefully he was wearing his parachute) we were off, flying over the moors. It was a very impressive ride, much better than my own pedal powered blimp, but loud as well, I had to shout to be heard over the engines.



Flying over Caledon Cay, we flew lower, as we had picked up Gnarli and a crowd on the zepplin's detection system. Landing, we entered a small gallery and shop, eventually workign our way upstairs to where they were all dancing and celebrating, it was apparently Mr. Able's rezzday.
Soon everyone was dancing and enjoying themselves amongst Cthulian creatures, saytrs, aristocrats, otters, shoggoths, and a very drunk fox. After imbibing enough, Miss Amber suddenly de-garbed herself and started dancing in her knickers. Maybe it was the absynthe talking, but I shortly followed suit, witch then lead to one of our fellow celebrants bringign up a good point, When you're covered in fur, does it really make a difference? While I'll admit to having seen some fellow furs with their more intimate regions showing in other lands, I fear they are suffering from a case of the mange.

Eventually I needed my rest, so I wished Gnarli a happy rezzday, said my goodbyes and returned to my borrowed workshop to sleep off the liquor.

Well, the last few days were eventful. After witnessing a Martian attack on Tamrannoch, (where, after everyone panicked and fired multiple times into the air, it turned out to be a Mr. O'Toole taking a captured flyer left over from the invasion, for a joyride) I went to work on my flightpack. Having taken Miss Amber's advice to heart, I had been working on the prototype to improve the design. Due to my lack of a proper workshop, I went to an area outside of caledon to develop it, I found myself pounded by what appeared to be watermelons, apparently the locals there didn't appreciate my being in their territory. After the attack, I was then offered room and board by Lady Amber Palinowski, in return for services to be determined at a later time.


AAAh! Martians!


Armed, and Dangerous

I quickly set up shop in a little used building owned by the Lady Amber within the Victoria City.
And after working for a bit, I needed a break. Taking my airship to the Steamsky City, I showed the pack to Miss Falcon, the venusian who has been building a tesla coil there.




Having visited for a bit, I soon was on my way again to leave her to her work.
Wandering into the Moors, I decided to exoplore the mines.
It was an interesting tril, they were full of crystals, and some element I am unfamiliar with, Carbonium or somesuch. The real part of interest is the abyss, the lowest part of the mine, where what appears to be strange ruins and writings have bee found





Who or what left them, we may never know.

Caledon by Air

Having just recently recieved a small airship, I took it for a test ride over most of Caledon.
Aside from the fog in some areas, and when i was briefly caught in a tree top, it was an enjoyable ride. Then, once I was over the Moors, the engine died, and so, I was stuck for a time a few hundred feet off the ground, and me without my parachute. After a few minutes of tinkering with the machine (consisting of much kicking the sides and cursing, I was so unladylike, fortunatly noone else was that high up to witness), I noticed it was slowly lowering itself anyway, Apparently with the engine stopped, there is nothing keeping the airbags inflated.


Cap'n Aya, at your service




foggy out

Shopping in Caledon

After the excitement of yesterday, I spent some time shopping , buying a few dresses and new goggles, as the old ones had been singed so often, the lenses were now permanently blackened.
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new dress and goggles

I also visited with some of my new friends, as Miss Amber, who apparently is a baroness (I have so much to learn of this country) showed me her altar she had made, witch was very pretty I thought at least. ^-^ and Mr. Gnarlihotep Able, the Limping Pest (a sort of minor version of the Crawling Horror) showed me his large steamboat, wich, despite being large, luxorious, and ready for a cruise, was lacking one minor details, engines.

ICEBURG STRAIGHT AHEAD!!!

Despite that, it was still a very nice ship. And the rest of the evening was spent fishing on his dock, though all i could hook was crabs (the seafood variety thank you very much), wich for some reason, possibly the leftover lasagna he keeps throwing overboard, they had grown to enormous proportions and one even crawled onto the dock to attack. Fortunatly Mr. Able was able to beat it away with a barrel.

Fishing for crabs

A murder where they don't question witnesses?

Today was interesting, I had arrived in Babbage Square and immediately heard shouting, as i went to see what the commotion was I found a dead body with a note that meant nothing to me, and a cylinder with a recording that was somewhat disturbing. As I and a Mr. Book prodded the corpse with a stick, the locals finally seemed to realize there was a murder, funny thing though was they outright ignored us, didn't even seem to want to suspect us of committing the crime, I suspect their constability may be on the opiates. Eventually Mr. Book had to leave, and after a few minutes I left on my way again.



Dead Corpse, and with the skills of the local Constability, the murderer is safe and sound

Taking a new flying contraption i have been working on to the flying steam city in Caledon, I wandered amongst the shops in the bay underneath, eventually running into a Miss Falcon, a Unicorn wearing the most unusual outfit, it was ridiculously tight enough she may as well have been naked. She turned out to be from Venus, so the outlandish attire was understandable, and an expert in electricity and electromagnetism. I had come in on her making plans for her workshop, talking with her I picked up a few ideas for a possible Aethyrship to travel to the outer planets. As we talked, the discussion turned into the possibility of utilizing the canisters of chemicals the flying city is always dropping into the bay, as a possible fuel. I will have to try it sometime.

First Time in an ornithopter and midnight whiskeys with new friends

I wandered the halls and avenues of the Steamcity , high above Caledon, today. and as i browsed the shops, I came across a portal in the floor. Opening it revealed a shaft sunk into the floor. Naturally, this fox dropped herself down the shaft, sliding down to what appeard to be a hangar on the underside, with ornithopters, all primed and ready to go. With nobody around to say no to me, I hopped in and figured my way through starting the device. as the wings began flapping, I soon had liftoff. The resultant ride consisted of much screaming, zigzagging, andterminating in 'Thopter slamming into the underside of the city, getting caught in the iron girders. The only way for me at that point was either to drop to my death on the ground, or a fur raising crawl clinging to the large landing leg of the city. And so, with the wind whipping around me, I inched my way along the landing gear, eventually making my way back up into the steamworks room. Of coures I went straight back to the hanger to 'borrow' another ornithopter, as i had learned enough from the last flight to be able to control my flight much better. After a spectacular nosedive into the lake underneath the flying city, I swam my way to the shoreline. As there was none around, I shed my clothing and hung it to dry in a bush, and stretching out in the sun, allowed my fur to dry. I must have dozed at some point as I woke with a start to voices, it seems some men had been out hunting (luckily for me it wasn't for fox), and had come across my improvised camp. With their rude comments and catcalls ringing behind me (and i swear one of them smacked my behind as i passed them) I hurridly dressed myself and took my leave of the drunkards.
Eventually I followed the tracks to the Moorlands, where I came across some late nights sitting in an outside cafe of some sort . The Lady had left as I arrived, but the gentlemen, a Mr. Abel and Mr. Book, were some interesting conversationalists. We discussed the differance between a machine and a riding horse (though why Mr. Abel felt he had to remind me he was talking about horses when commenting on 'warm flesh and blood underneath me" I honestly have no idea.), my esperiances with flight, clubs, and Caledon in general. Sadly though, it was getting late, and we said our goodbyes as they went to their homes, and I procured lodging for the night.

Caldedon, my home away from home

First day arriveing and i am impressed, it seems like a very nice country, with a good understanding of the aetheric sciences, and an acceptance of some of the...odder species such as myself.