Phaedra has gone to ground. I don’t know if she’ll be back. Underby is still sight unseen. His daughter Lo says he’s in America somewhere. Heh, good luck. It’s rather big. He’s quite needle-shaped, and they have a lot of haystacks there.
Dr. Obolensky has isolated himself into his observatory, and he only sends out his niece or whatever she is to do his “negotiating”, i.e. his dirty work, no doubt.
He’s taken himself out of consideration.
Tenk has gone into some sort of hibernation. Perhaps it’s a test, perhaps not. But it provides the people of Babbage with endless concern for themselves and their city, and me with endless fuel to stoke their disturbing nightmare fires.
This city shall be mine! Mine! Whinnnny! Ah, hrmm, ahem, where was I? Ah, yes…
Some other force has begun to muscle in on my territory! The Melnicks have been plagued by… well, let’s just say that I’ve been observing the whole affair from a distance, and it’s been rather enlightening. I could help if they asked me.
Those idiots at the Church have locked themselves away. Cloistered, sequestered, whatever they’re doing in there. I heard one of them muttering about a “box”, so perhaps they’re making fudge for the tourists.
I saw Malus in the cafe’ the other day. He was crowing about some new technique that Lapis is teaching them all, some meditation claptrap. Apparently they’re all still afraid to go to sleep, even though I haven’t been near them since before Christmas. Now that’s how to sow fear! I don’t even have to lift a dream finger and they all run scared.
I also met a reptilian Russian soldier who has recently come to town. She should mix things up a bit. I wonder if lizards work together and if she’ll join Doctor Dinosaur Runner in his anti-mammal campaign. Nightmare fuel indeed! Those “doom clocks” seed people’s fitful sleep quite well with virtually no suggestion from me.
Though it is hard to madden people who are already being driven mad. Perhaps I should go strategically smash a few of those clocks…
(dictated to and transcribed by Dictaclank Model 52 Deluxe)
DUCK-N-COVER, NEW BABBAGE!!! It’s The Enigmatic Equine vs. The Dyspeptic Dino: The Battlin’ Beast Brawlers of Babbage! A fetlock fracas! A scaly scuffle! Lionheart ain’t horsin’ around! Doc Runner gets Mesozoic on your @$$! It’s the War in Wheatstone! The Clash in Clockhaven! PANDEMONIUM IN PALISADE!!
At least *try* to make sure a few buildings are still standing when you two are done.
((I smell a Syfy monster movie of the week in the works)) hehehe
I love it.
“Babbage Eater!” A scyfy original production starring Dean Cain as the monster and C Thomas Howell as everyone else.
*ponders the power vacuum while working on designs for a new project*
You can have Babbage. Why on earth would you want it?
Dismiss me as a threat will you? I have several good recipes for horse meat.
((Hahahahahaha! Priceless. Great tags, as well.))
*tags this post with Bad Horse*
((::snaps his fingers:: I was going to do that..! Darn!))
Tsk, getting ahead of ourselves, are we? Careful not to grow overconfident. That’s when the slip-ups occ…. ::eye twitches, gritting his teeth before running out the door to beat on the doom clock in his yard again:: WOULD YOU SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING?! RUDE! Rude clock! Always tick tick tick tick ::was looking a bit frazzled today::
Fudge? Fudge?! Abandon our secret recipe for Old Imperial Fruitcake? Perish the thought!
((nothing like accidentally logging on the wrong account and not realizing
and now I have the Bad Horse theme tuck in my head))e
No! Babbage will be MI-* er, hang on a moment…
*whacks the Masterclock with a really big wrench until it starts spinning again*
ah-hem, as I was saying…..Babbage will be mine! now excuse me, I need to look up recipes for a marinade to go with horse.
It’s awlready moine. Ya just don’t know it yet.
((Jimmy grins and saunters off, looking for a drink and a cookie.))
You, sir, are the thoroughbred of sin.
/Tepic wonders if there will be an evil genius all-in brawl at Cuffs ….. last person stan… errr… upright an breathing wins?
*Begins practicing his flying debris dodging technique*
*jots a new name onto the list*
It may be time for spring cleaning a bit earlier this year…
You seem to be feeling your oats, sir.
Ya shouldn’t play wit’ yer food!
*facepalm*
*looks up from the giant mashed potato castle she is building* Whaaaa?