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A Missing Person

The New Babbage Militia would be grateful for any information on the whereabouts of Miss Dizzle Soup.  I was contacted by Mr. Winston Soup, brother of the missing woman, and given some documents about his missing sister, including the following photograph.

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The last known photo of Miss Dizzle Soup

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Any information should be directed to Wiggy Undertone of the New Babbage Militia, or to Mr. Winston Soup.

I thank you in advance for your assistance.

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7 Comments

  1. Grendel Footman Grendel Footman September 8, 2010

    ((you know, I made references to Underby about his zombie, but can’t for the life of me remember if I ever actually knew about it IC, my bad Yoyo))

  2. MichaelD Mannonen MichaelD Mannonen September 8, 2010

    ((I have never run accross miss Dizelle IC, but only have heard things from other people))

  3. Queer Hermit Queer Hermit September 8, 2010

    I believe you gentleman need to talk to Doc. Miggins.  Did he not do an examination of Miss Soup several months ago IC ?

  4. Sheryl Skytower Sheryl Skytower September 8, 2010

    *peers at picture*

    Hmm… can’t say I’ve seen her come into the bookstore.

    *makes note*

    *wanders off, sniffing the air for the smell of freshly-baked cookies*

  5. Gilhooly Skute Gilhooly Skute September 8, 2010

    cor, I… I seen ‘er…

  6. Yang Moreau Yang Moreau September 8, 2010

    ::bites his lower lip, glancing back towards Underby with his ears swung back::

  7. Wiggy Undertone Wiggy Undertone September 8, 2010

    I recall meeting Miss Dizzle once, at a seance at the R. F. Burton Library.  I attended as a matter of idle curiosity, and any educated man or woman knows spirits do not exist.   I recall the seance went as such things often do,  with the same palor tricks that you all are familiar with.  I left before it’s conclusion.

    I am taking the liberty to post the contents of the last letter and telegram that Mr. Winston Soup, Dizzle’s brother,  received before her disappearance.  Perhaps these documents will help to elicit a few hard facts in this matter.

     

    Last Known Letter From Dizzle Soup

    Dearest Winston,

    I have been staying in New Babbage for a week now, O Winston, and can say with all truth that descriptions of the city have not been exaggerated, this city truly is bizarre, odd, weird, and certainly strange. I have seen twisted sites already which would turn mother’s hair black, and would have grown hair on father’s egg-like cranium. Speaking of which, how goes the business of phrenology? Have you tried father’s skull yet, it is a truly singular container, if ever there was one.

    A strange occurrence occurred yesterday, as strange occurrences are wont to be. This strange occurrence, my own dear brother, is an occurrence which happened to me. How was my rhyme and meter there? Nevermind.

    I was meditating through the witchboard you bought me, when suddenly the planchette was torn away from my fingertips and began to dance around the surface of the board. I was awestruck, and my first impression was the rush to the Vernian Sea and toss the whole thing in, but it began to slow and allowed my fingers to rest once more on top, and regain control.

    I asked if someone was there, and swiftly the planchette swung to the word YES. I asked if it was the spirit of a dead individual who was wishing to speak, and just as swiftly the planchette zipped over to NO. Puzzling, yes? I thought so too.

    I asked if it was a demon who desired to speak to me, which I was very much interested in ever since that talk with Grandmama so long ago, but to my disappointment, the planchette dipped over to NO again. With a swift but definite sigh I asked the board to spell its name, and was utterly disappointed by the results… the planchette moved around and around in circles, and finally and feebly, stopped on the letter Y, then moved around again slowly, stopping on the letter O. I tried to think of any named starting in Y-O, but could come up with nothing… meanwhile the planchette still slowly moved around the surface, only to stop again on Y, then after some hesitation again landed on O. It seemed to be stuck, and trying again, but would not budge until I at last spoke again.

    I asked the being if it needed help, and the planchette jerked from my fingers again to land on YES. I asked how I might be able to help in anyway, and for a long while nothing happened. Eventually the planchette began to tremble and vibrate, then slowly started to move. It landed on F, and then moved on to I…

    I won’t bore you, Winston dear Winston, with the monotony of going through each subsequent letter it spelled out, but suffice to say the sentence was altogether anti-climactic. The sentence the board spelled out to me was this:

    “FIND THE WRENCH”

    Strange and dull at the same time, no?

    Your sister,

    Dizelle

    Last Known Telegraph from Dizzle Soup

    WINSTON STOP CAN NOT AFFORD TIME TO WRITE LETTER STOP AM PREPARING TO LEAD A SEANCE AT BABBAGE LIBRARY STOP RAISING THE SPIRIT OF SOMEONE NAMED UNDERBY STOP HOW EXCITING STOP MISS YOU MUCH DIZZLE STOP

     Once again, anyone knowing anything about this matter please let me know.  Discression will be exercised, and the source of the information need not be revealed.

    (s)  Captain Undertone, New Babbage Militia

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