The Elf Made Me Do It

Many of the children from Babbage have recently immigrated to Steelhead and are staying in Miss Razor's hostel in Boomtown. These little humans seem to be a rather lively lot and are very intrigued by my squiddy thing. I would much advise them to behave regarding it, lest it sees them as "snacks." One of these scamps had become lost in the woods the other week and injured himself quite badly. Dr Beck, who is our resident physician was unavailable when a distress call from them for help came out.

"Are you not a doctor?" The Elf inquired. I rolled my eyes and muttered that I could care less as it was the boy's own fault and his leg should fall off or something for his idiotic roamings. After all, what is a mangled hand or black lung here or there when it comes to them?

"But DR Alter...this is a child," The Elf implored. Did he not hear what I think of them--with their germs and tail-pulling, bear hugging ways? "I would imagine that working for you is rather hazardous. The minions injure themselves all of the time. You must have something?"

With thoughts of dealing with The Redhead and her arsenal in my head, I went over to the hostel with the first aid kit the minions cobbled together. I sighed and cursed under my breath that it was The Elf that asked me to help. Hmph. He could probably hear me complaining from sims away with those ears. I had a right mind to just toss the aid kit at them and keep going, but much to their gratitude, I patched the young miscreant up. After a threat, I departed...running right into The Elf upon my leaving. I could see the big smile on his face and scowled.

"Aw, I knew you could never do anything bad!" he said, very much to my chagrin.

I told him to keep an eye on his house...and his hair.

Ode to a Gasworks

Yesterday, as I stood before the now destroyed and much-despised gasworks in Steelhead City, I composed a little poem:

O gasworks, trees you did consume
Hated thing you were
With your gears and noise and saws
Amidst idyllic Steelhead green.

Those naysayers to progress
Adverse to soot
With their fresh air, clean living ways
A problem-solving "storm".

Such rubble, all about in ruins
Still now are your blades
Know all, there is only forward
Industry marches on!

A New Saloon in Boomtown

I shall talk more about my underground explorations of Steelhead tomorrow, but I got wind of Miss Gia's opening a new saloon in Boomtown. I like my places a bit rough and out of the way (the better to meet more "unsavory" characters), so after I climbed out of the tunnels I thought I would take a look. I settled in for a good conversation with her and Mrs. Peterman, who also joined us for a moment. I promised not to eat Mrs. Peterman's shoulder peep...Like me, being "human" is not Miss Gia's true form...So when she offered me a ride above Steelhead, how could I resist?She did promise me that she would not burn or squish anything (or anyone) unless I was present to see it. I do so like a good stomp 'n' squoosh!

"Kaboom!" Or, "How I Singed My Whiskers"

I could only stand and wait on the warehouse roof as the full moon rose over Port Harbor, its waters covered in a light fog. I ran a claw through my unpinned hair and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was very likely forever changed by that regeneration serum that saved my life many months ago. I probably would have been better off if I had been allowed to Transition instead and move on to my fifth life. Although knowing the Masons, I should just be glad it didn't make me grow an extra arm or some other unsightly aberration. It probably helps that parts of me are not...

Anyway, I have become more used to the physical changes such as the swiftness, strength, and keener senses than normal, but what it does to my mind? That, I seem to be unable to control very well. On these werecat nights, my normal ability to keep my emotions in check becomes negated and everything becomes a swirling confusing whirl of emotion and instinct combined...
Since I have been in Steelhead, I have been quiet. I have made no campaigns of late. No machinations as normal. That is...unlike me...and I am sure that I will be hearing from my Hidden Paw superiors soon. I know that this is not what they want of their Western Fang. I expect a missive at any time. My mind has not been here though. I have had other thoughts on it as of late. I wondered about the fate of the purple-haired demon who brought me fish and something kicked in.

I hissed and jumped down from my perch and rummaged through the warehouse until I found what I was looking for. Moving swiftly through the dark Steelhead streets, most of its residents now quiet or asleep after the town meeting earlier, my strength accorded to me for just this one night made carrying my burden even easier. I stopped before The Elf's home, my muddled mind enraged at the thought that he possibly had a hand in his demon brother being taken away. It made it even easier to toss what I carried onto his porch...I licked a fang, smiling with satisfaction as the brass chicken did its work. A bit of something from a minor kerfluffle in Kentucky (something to do with a renegade Colonel), I knew it'd come in handy. When I was sure that the house was in a smouldering rubble, I thought I would return to the warehouse. I needed to lie down now. My head, it felt so wrong...I heard the shouts of "Fire!" and "Oh no, my good china!" as I slipped away. I did notice one unusual thing though--despite the destruction of her home, Miss Tensai seemed to be taking it all in relatively resourceful feline stride...

Hear Me Extolling Steelhead's Virtues

You may hear me extolling the virtues of the Steelhead community HERE at the beginning of the SL Under the Radar podcast. Quite funny...I didn't think my voice was that...high. Do not worry, he slows it down to "normal" after the intro so you can truly hear what I am saying. HA!

Sparrowood Opens

I do venture from the lab sometimes, you know, and this evening found me in Babbage for the opening of Sparrowood. I , along with some of Babbage's citizens, attended this event. I regretted having to leave a bit early, but my mind was elsewhere tonight...

A Visit to Babbage

I had not been to Babbage in quite a while, so I thought that I would visit...I love a place whose residents seems to be just as fanatical about their inventions...
And see industry and progress as the future...I sat for a quiet moment reading in Loki's Absinthe House...
And while exploring the northern part of Palisade, came upon Miss Roanoke Feuerstein, head of a vampire clan who is starting a dark RP town area within Palisade called Sparrowood. It is officially opening this Friday at 8 SLT. She has extended an invitation to be a part of this place of refuge for those of us for whom the words "iniquity", "vice" and "miscreant" might apply. I shall indeed be there...