"STEAM LONDON" Game Thread

[Nigel Wetherby]

Patrick's plate had long since been cleaned the moment conversation of stacks began.
"If we'll be updatin' tha stack, maybe we should upgrade tha stack's coolin' fan, if that thing cant keep tha thing cool, it'll melt clean through tha ship!"

"I'm not sure what's scarier..." Said george to himself. "Him thinking of that, or him thinking of it before Emma or I!"

[Stella Gaslight]

The stack that had been pulled from its bolts was in frightful shape.  Patrick salvaged what he could from it but much of it was a lost cause.  Emma spread a sheath of plans out on the floor.  "See the eights pack quite a bit more power than these but we are going to have to keep a closer eye on them.  If they start going wrong it will go from bad to explosion very fast.  We should be safe with George here he can feel if aethric wiring has gone bad."  She looked at George's patch job on the working stack.  "Not bad but you should have reset some of the exhaust ports.  If it had been running at full power there might have been problems." 

"Well I will try to remember that the next time we are dead in the sky and crawling with pirates." George said dripping with sarcasm.

Emma ignored his tone and turned to Patrick whose wrench was moving like a ray of light.  "Do you have any of that super lube from yesterday on you?  I think we may be able to make the existing fan run smoother and that should cut down on the heat until we can make something better.  We also need to rig a shunt to we can upgrade a section at a time so the engines don't suffer."

[T.Taylor the Third]

Ben  had tried to abandoned Trip after finding the infirmary empty.
When Trip Persisted With the question as to whether he could stay on board or not, the Captain finally gave in, deciding a weapons expert would be a handy thing to have aboard a ship prone to attack. he gave trip an empty cabin  and said"I've heard your something of a scientist, so you get this room, because its one of two or three with reinforced walls to withstand internal explosions. Go ahead and move your luggage into this room and tell captain Lily she may leave at any time."
"oh Thank you Captain" trip said "and uh.. those reinforced walls are probably a good idea."

The captain shook his head as walked away .

Trip made his way back to "The Flower" And told lily he would be staying aboard the Boheme. "Great Now get your stuff so I can Leave." Lily said
"okay..uh...Could I borrow some bags or something for my stuff?"
''*sigh* Fine Ill bring some to your room okay?" She walked off in search of bags while Trip went and started Pilling stuff on his bed.
"okay Teleporter, ElectriGun, Raygun, ElectriCannon Plans...uh.. Emma's Plans and device...um poison knives.....coat..hat ....random plans and sketches okay."
Lily came to his room with a large canvis sack and he shoved most of his papers and gadgets in to it he put on his hat and his teleporter and made his way back to the Boheme "Okay Lily!" he shouted over to his sister "You can Cast off now, Bye! see you in China!"

He Stood there until the Flower was a shrinking spot in the distance, than he went to his new quarters and made himself at home. After arranging himself and hidding his most secret stuff under his mattress, he started to wonder where every one was, he made his way down to the engines and beheld Emma and patrick working on the stacks he decided he should go and introduce himself to patrick (whom he had never met) and try to help them with the stacks even though weapons were more his line. his quick eye noticed the sword and raygun patrick wore and noticed that nether of them were standard he smiled thinking that he and Patrick would probable become good Friends, not something he was use to but he was willing to try.
       

[Nigel Wetherby]

"Done 'n' done Em'!" Said Patrick with a wide grin, holding out the vial of super-lubricant, a wide grin on his face as he went to work. "The shunt'll be a lil unstable till we get us some descent bolts, when the ship got attacked, alot of those pirates had Aetheric weapons...Alot of the extra bolts 're either melted ta mush, or holdin' somethin' crucial tagether like tha bloody hull..." He said in a bit of a defeated tone. "What's more, tha stacks 're lookin' a bit wobbly! We'll be needin' some sorta support ta keep 'em in place!"
George thought for a moment. "What about rope, or some metal cable?"
Patrick grinned. "There's tha ticket!" He eagerly vanished into the shadows of the engine room, re-appearing with a lenght of cable and a hot soldering iron.

Within moments, the stack was in a veritable cats-cradle of steel wire. "It's a start.....But we'll need ta make port if we wanna go further than asia without havin' tha ship fall apart beneath us...."

[Stella Gaslight]

Emma was drawing out ideas for the improved stack cooler when Trip tapped her on the shoulder.  "Any thing I can help with?"  He smiled and leaned in to her and Emma blushed a bit.  "You have come at the right time if you want to improve your practical knowledge of the aether."  She rifled through the papers on the floor looking for something. "George do you have any idea where I put the coolant ratios and sketches I did for build 11? I think they would adapt very well." 

"I think you left them in your bunk." George had no idea if he was right but he needed to get Emma out of the room for a moment.

"Well bother. Come on Trip I can show you somethings might help in you designs while I find it.  All tho I think explosions seem to be part of all aether work."

He waited until  Emma was out of earshot.  "I don't trust that Trip character but I promised Emma I would stop harping on him.  Last night after that Lothario almost kissed her I will admit I spied on him and he has aether generator plans that look so close to some of our early designs that I can't wright it off as coincidence but I don't think Emma will believe me if I tell her. So I think we should let him know what a bad idea it is to chase after our Emma."  His grin was down right frighting.

[Nigel Wetherby]

"I knew I liked you!" He said with a wide grin, showing off a rather insidious look.
"I have engine oil, grease, LOTS of wire, and seemingly limitless free time..." Started Patrick.
"And i've got the brains and invisibility..." Added george.
"I think this will be the start of a beutiful friendship!"

And so, the two began to feverishly plot idea after idea.
Geaorge used his intangibility to his advantage, spying on their common enemy and reporting weaknesses, which Patrick feverishly scribbled charts and diagrams for the ultimate prank.
"Yeeeeeesssss...." Said Patrick with a maniacal tone of voice. "ITS PERFECT! RRRAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!"

[Stella Gaslight]

(There are problems aboard The Coraline as it draws nearer to Trip and the Boheme.)
Teaching Nathaniel to pilot had been a mistake.  He had given up all presence of respecting Charles as the captain and it was obvious that he was just using Charles to further his own vendetta against Tailor.  If something didn't happen soon they were going to come to blows. They were refueling in a little station out side of Cairo when Nate invited Charles to come have a drink with him.  Seeing this as an apology for past behavior Charles excepted.  If he had any inkling of what Nathaniel was planning he would have left him there and went on to hunt Tailor on his own.

[sir charles of tayle]

Charles was awakened bye sunlight poring into his room window "What happend?"he thought to himself.  The last thing he remembered was having a "small"drink with Nathaniel at the alehouse,and then a very strange dream about flying pickles..........But what on earth had happend? Charles sat up, looked around,and realized he was in an inn.  After freshening up he went to see the inn keeper who provided him with a note from Nathaniel saying.......

[Stella Gaslight]

Good morning Charles,
No doubt you are wondering where I have gone. Rest assured that The Coraline is getting the best possible care and that Tailor will see proper justice.  I have paid for your stay and left enough with the inn keeper for you to return to London.  I see no need to be a ruthless mutineer and after Tailor is taken care of I will wright to make sure the ship is returned.  After this I will have no further need of it and I don't wish to deprive you of your livelihood.  I hope you had pleasant dreams.  My doctor assures me that the sleeping pill I slipped you was the most powerful proof against nightmares known to medical science. 
Good luck in all your endeavors,
Nathanial Walker

With that Charles was left in the desert while Nathanial pushed forward with all the haste he could muster.

[T.Taylor the Third]

"My word she does go on doesn't she" thought trip with a wry smile as he listened to Emma going into depth about how Æther works and how number eight works etc. "I love a new idea in science as much as the next madboy*, but she nows so much about this subject i think shes leaving out parts that are obvious to her and not so to me i can barley follow her. oh shes taking a breath better head her off, change the subject to something i know about...uh...electricity!"

"well Emma you have a treasure trove of information about the aether tucked inside your pretty little head.("pretty head come on trip focus" he thinks)" Emma's narration came a halt as her face turned red. unknown to the two of them George Glowered at Trips complementing Emma. 
 Trip was trying to not blush and falling badly" I..uh..Know a lot about electricity, have you ever heard of Nikola Tesla? no? how about thomas Edison? well thats not surprising. they a geniuses but because their work is focused on Electricity George's scientific community totally ignores them, take Edison he has created a "light-globe" that takes electricity and turns it into light, and Tesla has designed though never built enormous generaters that could power a city for years...I myself have designs and built working ElectriCannons and i have with me an ElectriGun, though they are powered by aetheric battery's with the energy transformed into electricity.....hm i feel rather content right now" He looked at Emma sitting beside him in her greasy work clothes and thought she look beautiful. He did something he had not planned, something that would not have done had he still been faking his affection.

 he took one of her hands in his and put the other around Emma's waist. he gently pulled her to him, his meticulous mind noticing she didn't resist, and, ever so gently, kissed her.  it didn't last long but it did solidify trips feelings for Emma and hers for him.
it would have longer had not trip pulled away, he than hastily stood and made an nervuse exit as Emma looked at him  from her seat on the bed. Trip quickly made his way to his room and locked the door his heart pounded in his ears "What now?" he thought as he realized the extint of his feelings.

George Also noted Emma's lack of resistance, his immaterial mouth fell open when Trip kissed Emma. He went back to patrick with that grave news

Emma was less confused now than the night of the teleporting.
Her feelings  had been made known to her. but she made a silent vow that should Trip
ever try to use her as captain black had, She Would hate him for ever, and probably never love again.   


*a Mad Scientist

[Stella Gaslight]

Emma sat very still with her mouth closed tight for fear that if she would burst in to gleeful giggles as it was she was smiling so wide it made her cheeks ache.  She needed to stay rational for the moment there were many things to figure out before she let herself melt in to that blissful haze.  She was glad to note that the feeling of being carbonated with tiny golden bubbles of happiness wasn't exclusive to when Hieronymus kissed her.  Emma touched her lips feeling warm and tingly. 

That left her with the question of what she thought of Trip. Right now all she could say was he made her happy but later when the euphoria wore off she would have to think about it some more. If it was real love and not just some passing infatuation it would complicate things gravely. George had said he loved her and she was more sure he meant it every day.  He was always there looking out for her and keeping her company.  Then there was Patrick who had become incredibly dear to her and had even took on Captain Black to save her.  The last thing she wanted to do was hurt either of them but it might be too late to stop that.  Emma was sure George must have seen the kiss and if he had seen it Patrick knew too.  She had better go speak to them before it could cause any more trouble.  "Please don't hate me." Emma whispered as she went back to the engine room.  She touched Trips door as she passed it, fingers ghosting across the wood wishing it was his arm and then blushing hard at her own forwardness.  Love was such a strange beast.

[Madboy Soli]

Whump! And the man finally fell, battered into unconsciousness. The winner of the barfight stood over him, panting just a little bit. He looked around at the bar with a baneful eye and picked up his broad rimed hat off the floor.
   “My name…is Madboy Soli….and I am from the Independent Republic of Southern Texas, and proud of it. Any other of you limeys want to call me a colonial?”
   It was that that point Madboy noticed the tattoo on his fallen opponents neck, and just how many of the other patrons of the crowded bar had the same tattoo. Not all of the tattooed men stood, and not all the men standing had the tattoo, but that didn't change the fact that there where an awful lot of them, Madboy was suddenly feeling very alone…..

[Z. Goodall]

Zachariah, walked, walked fast. It was night time, spirits were always out at night time. The helmet mask he wore shifted form side to side and gave him a stagger every other step. The gears turned and whirred inside his head and he heard voices. He knew they were spirits wandering the streets. One voice drew him closer than any other. It sounded like a shouting man. He turned and saw a bar, the man was still shouting as he walked through the door. Inside was a bunch of men with tattoos and one without. He took note of it inside his head. He put his hand on his pistol, just in case. He walked to wear he heard the voice. An empty chair. The man stopped shouting.
"Excuse me, but are you staring at me, I can't quite tell, I could hear you yelling from a while back. Why?" Zachariah asked, he turned his head a little to the right, to get a better signal.
The gears in the form fitting mask turned and scratched and a voice responded.
"Barfight." The voice said and said nothing else.
Zachariah turned around and saw that a number of the people in the bar were looking at him.
"I assure you I'm not crazy, there is a man in this chair, a ghost." Inside the mask he smiled reassuringly even though no one could see it.

[Madboy Soli]

             Ghosts. Hum. Well, Madboy didn't know from ghosts, but he knew from opportunities. And this was a great opportunity to kick one of his new friends in the knee. As the first one fell he moved on to bash another in the head with a handy whiskey bottle. In seconds it had turned into a full on brawl, as spilled drinks and old grudges started fights that had nothing to do with him in corners of the bar his flailing fists and booming laugh hadn't reached yet.
   Madboy was having the time of his life until someone kicked him in his bad leg and he went down, hard. He had to fight a little dirty to get back up, and when the first bullets had started impacting in the wood of the wall next to him he decided it was time to look for greener pastures.
   In a frenzy he went to sucker punch the barman in the neck, kiss the pretty saloon girl, and swing out the window by the chandelier, like he usually did when things got bad. Only the barman had a metal plate where his neck should be, the saloon girl had a smile like old cheese, and as he jumped into space he suddenly discovered there was no chandelier. Madboy was getting tired of London.
   He landed in the center of an already vicious fight, adding to the already impressive number of people in the bar who didn't like him. A few quick punches and he thought he was away clean when something impacted hard with the back of his head.
   The world when black for a moment, then fuzzy, and sharply back to clear. He had landed at the feet of the man in the mask who talked to ghosts, and a brutish looking man with a neck tattoo was leveling what looked like a clockwork shotgun at him. While the back of his mind cataloged modifications that would turn the gun into something truly destructive, the front part of his brain realized that it's current design was still more than potent enough to reduce his head to a fine red mist….

[Z. Goodall]

When the first shots rang out, Zachariah winced. Loud noises made his machine go wonky and it sent a frenzy of feedback his way. He tried to turn down his meter, but the noise was too much. Smoke hissed out of one of the ear holes.
"You might wanna look behind you." The ghostly voice warned him.
He turned around and saw a gruesome smile and a double barreled death note looking his way. He moved his hand to reach for his gun, missing. Of course, that's how it always happened.
"Well, hello there, I'm Dr. Zachariah Goodall and I'd like you to not shoot me in my head, this machinery is very sophisticated and would take years to replicate." He gave the man a hidden smile and held his hands up. The gunman smirked and pulled the trigger. As the shot rang out, someone went down. But it wasn't Zachariah. The gunmen collapsed with a chunk of his head missing. Dr. Goodall felt his head and groaned when he felt a dent in the metal.
"I told him not to shoot. How am I going to replace this metal?" He kicked the gunmen and sat on the floor.
"Umm...where do ya think I can get me some of that metal?" The voice called, scratchier than normal.
"You're dead, you should've asked earlier."

[T.Taylor the Third]

Trip was entertaining himself by staring at a wall.
well okay
not entertaining really, just starring at the wall.
as a wave of love crazed thought  went over him it suddenly clicked that maybe George had seen them. he put his head in his hands and groaned
this trip was not going at all how he expected it to he had used  the love ploy thing before but it had never affected Him  

To try and get his mind off things. he started to draw a new ray gun design
 but soon his page was filled with small pictures of Emma and Emma's name over and over  he slammed his head against his desk in frustration.

[Madboy Soli]

Madboy usually tried to keep gunplay out of his fistfights, but if these fellas where going to start shooting random ghost talking crazies in the head for no good reason, he didn’t see why he should play fair ether.
   The Hellgun felt natural in his hands as it always did, and the first blast blew a fist sized hole through the nearest ganger, and a manhole cover sized hole in the ceiling. Three more blasts bought him room to get to his feet. As he reloaded and set the gun for a six shell blast Madboy spoke to the man in the mask.
   “I’m gettin out of her friend, you might want to come with.”
   The Hellgun roared like an angry demon, and a massive section of wall disappeared, showing the street beyond….

[Z. Goodall]

"Oh, please! I usually stay away from bars, but this ghostly fellow called to me. I couldn't help myself, now look what happened." He looked at the gun toting assailant on the ground.
"That's an interesting gun you have there, where did you find such a piece?" One of the eyes on the mask whirred and extended to zoom in on the gun. "Fancy." Zachariah followed the man through the hole in the wall, examining the roaring gun.

[Linners]

"Gah, one refused proposal and they bomb the bloody place. What, I was supposed to say yes to a mediocre 'pirate captain' that barely had a chin hair to his name?" Vadoma scowled horribly, tossing her head and running her hand over her head. The shop lay in chaos, most of the external damage taken care of but not the dust and disrepair that had collected in the months she had to leave the city for her own safety. Setting her jaw, she held back a grumble and began sweeping again, coughing violently when a cloud of dust came up to meet her. "And he had the gall to ask me if I were a toffer," she muttered. "Aah, at this rate I'll never finish cleaning." She threw down her broom in frustration. "Blast it!"
"Voma, Voma, what is wrong? Such foul words..." A man stepped from the back room, the slightest smirk on his face. Vadoma sighed heavily, picking up the broom and leaning against the display cases.
"Hello, Serle. Did I not tell you to clean the back rooms?"
"Yes, you did, mistress. I have already finished. I heard your distress and decided to aid you."
"Serle, you cannot stay-"
"Shh, annschd," he said. "I will only be a moment..." He raised a hand and snapped his long, tapered fingers once. "Perfect." In one breath, the shop-front was clean and tidy, the dust gone and the surfaces polished, and everything restocked.
Vadoma narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "I believe you have outlasted your welcome. Good-bye, Serle."
Serle chuckled, low and dark, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Had you not taken that pendant of mine, dear Vadoma... I would have slit your throat and devoured you long ago..." He swooped forward, trailing his fingers up her neck and tapping her chin. Vadoma's eyes hardened and she lashed out, gripping his wrist and gritting her teeth.
"I would most appreciate it if you would not touch me," she said cooly, staring fearlessly into his furious eyes. "Leave. That is an order." He hissed, writhing from her grip and fleeing from the room. She watched him leave, breathing a sigh of both relief and release. She looked around, slinging the broom over her shoulder. "Well, at least he cleaned the shop.
She walked to the door and outside, changing the signs. The shop was finally open, once again.

[Madboy Soli]

Madboy reloaded and fired another couple of shells back into the bar for good measure.
   “This is the Hellgun. Made it my own self out of bits of this and that. Pretty handy.” Madboy started moving briskly down the street, feeling the need for distance between him and the barfight. “That’s a mighty fine helmet you go there yourself, friend. Don’t know why he decided to shoot you instead of me, but not even my thick skull wouldn’t stopped that blast. My name’s Madboy Soli, if you missed that bit.”
   Madboy grabbed his new friend by the shoulder and made to sharp turns, around a corner and into a small, dark doorway, nearly knocking over the woman standing just inside.
   “I’m sorry about that ma’m, bit of a ruckus at the saloon round the corner, afeared some bad folks might be just behind us.” Madboy trained the Hellgun on the door. “Corse, I hope not, but we’ll just see….”

[Linners]

Vadoma doubled back, uttering a particularly choice curse far too vulgar for a lady. She glared at the two intruders, reaching up and grabbing each by the collar. "No, no, no, no! I shall not stand for having my shop demolished twice in one year! Back room, back room now!" One with even the most steadfast will would surely crumble under that fierce glare that she gave them. Exhibiting considerable strength, she dragged them with difficulty about to face her and then pushed them towards the back room. "You get back there and you sit and you stay quiet," she whispered dangerously. "Touch anything or make a sound, and mark my words I'll throw you to those thugs myself." It wasn't until after her little tirade she realized what a sight she must look- her red wig with curls flaring out, wearing naught but her petticoats, looking right ready to rip someone's head off. Quickly, she retrieved her dress from under the counter- a simple green frock with a dark green silk sash. She pulled it over her head and, shooting one last warning glance at the doorway to the back room, she began to sweep calmly. Of course, a small knife tucked in the bosom of the dress always does give an air of confidence, doesn't it?

[Z. Goodall]

"Ah, my name is Zachariah, Dr. Zachariah Goodall. I had to make sure the helmet was safe so I reinforced it a bit." Before the good doctor could say another word, he was pulled into a doorway. A crazed woman was yelling. Zachariah heard spirits around him, a very active area. "Ma'am, sorry to intrude, but your yelling is stirring the dead." He looked around the shop, it looked like it could use some cleaning up. He whispered to Madboy: "She's not got them all, has she?" Just before he wandered to the backroom, Zachariah knocked a piece of glass to the floor in defiance, hopefully she won't notice.

[Madboy Soli]

Madboy slipped the Hellgun back into it’s holster, then filled his hands with his “fine attitude adjuster. He would have preferred to use the Hellgun, would have been safer. But this was the lady’s place, and sometimes the Hellgun wasn’t as accurate as it could be. With her puttering around out there he couldn’t chance it.
   The crash of broken glass got Madboys attention. He turned to see the Doctor looking around like he was in a crowd. Of course , he could have been looking at stars for all you could tell through that mask of his. Madboy needed to find out what it was made of. Could make some mighty fine body armor.
   “Hey.” Madboy put his finger to his lips and pointed at the door. He watched the main entrance through a crack as it opened an four burly men with neck tattoos walked in, all holding guns. They looked around the shop expectantly, before the biggest and ugliest of them turned on the lady.
   “Where?” The thug hadn’t even bothered with explaining himself, just grabbed the woman and shoved a gun in her face. Madboy nudged the Doctor and tensed for action. She had told them to stay put, and he would give her a chance to talk her way out of it, but there was no way Madboy was going to let them hurt her…

[Z. Goodall]

When he heard their voices, Goodall automatically backed further into the room. He wasn't one for confrontation and he didn't want to start now. Just in case, he flipped a switch on his pistol and it started to quietly hum with an amber light. He enhanced the hearing on the helmet, he heard the gun touch the lady's temple. A sawarm of voices flooded his brain. Don't let them kill her; She's going to die; You've caused trouble; Stop them. All at once the voices of spirits attacked him. He had to do something, but the time was not right.

[Linners]

Vadoma opened her mouth in protest when the thugs walked in, but before she could utter even a retort she was hoisted in the air and a gun pressed to her forehead. Perfect. Just perfect. When, if ever, could she have a nice, normal, uneventful day? When? She set her jaw, her eyes hardening. "I politely suggest for you to leave my shop. Unless, of course, your dearest wish is to end your life in a kelpie's stomach." The man's face twisted in anger at being threatened by the likes of a woman. "You best shut yer mouth, y' blo-" Before he finished his sentence, however, there was a flash of silver and the man's trigger finger dropped to the floor, the severed digit twitching a bit. The man roared in pain, and one of the other thugs lunged forward, Vadoma giving him a good slice on the arm before he gagged her and pressed the gun to her temple. She did quite a bit of vicious struggling before giving up, settling for glaring venomously at her captors. "Search th' shop," the apparent leader said in a heavy Cheapside accent.. "Take anythin' of value, and if y' find those rats from the bar, kill 'em."