To the dock workers of Port Babbage.
Please accept my humble apologies for the hasty delivery of all that Christmas food without warning and accept this generous donation to the Port Babbage Docker’s Union. I hope this will cover your costs for any Christmas festivities you may be having during the Christmas week.
This letter is to give prior notice of a small shipment of misc goods which will need to be delivered to Brunel Hall on December 26th through to December 27th. The dock workers will of course be payed double.
The small shipment is as follows…
17 long tonnes of Portland slow drying cement
7 crates of terracotta tiling
4 crates of smooth grouting
28 long tonnes of Steelhead aged timber facade
5 short tonnes of Steelhead fertile topsoil
8 tonnes of British clear glaze glass
1 tonne of misc plants and other greenery
1000 British gallons of pure Caledon Straits water
2 tonnes of strip malleable lead lining
3 tonnes of strip malleable copper lining
Thank you for all your hard work and diligence during the festive season and I hope that this small shipment of misc good for the refurbishment of the pool hall at Brunel will not inconvenience you all too much.
Yours
Vic Mornington
Avariel Falcon looked at the manifest while talking to the agent on the telephonic communications apperatus.
“You want to take how much water trough the portal?! Why?”.
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“I see… the ship leaked in an unconventional way for a ship…”.
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“Hmm… I guess we could do it, I’ll have to put one end of the portal into the tank at your end, and the other into a tank at this end…”.
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“No, you will have to arrange someone to carry it out of here, most of my staff are still in Caledon…”.
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“Yes, that will be acceptable…”.
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“Indeed… I will send you the invoice, as you know such a big transfer of mass will cost a considerable sum of money…”.
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“Agreed, we will start the transfer in a couple of hours…”.
A little later that day the lights dimmed throughout New-Babbage as the portal generator struggled under the load of many many gallons of fine Caledonian water…
[reads over the list] “Small shipment”? You’re quite mad you know, but in a good way.
I can picture it now: wagons pulled by steam tractors lined up at the Port and being loaded by boisterous dock workers, then making their way up the street through the blowing snow. And later, the rolling up of the sleeves before getting down to work.
(image source)
Note: the Ying Research Co. now offers a snow clearing service for city streets (daytime only and not responsible for difficult-to-see
pedestrians).
That would make a great sceenshot actually, anyone let me know if you want to do it , I’ve got a steam tractor or two in my inventory.
4.5tonne of water!
Glug glug glug!
*reads the harbormaster’s log and chokes on her coffee*
“Water? That daft git is importing water?!?!”
*sends a stakeout team to Academy*
*is looking forward to dodging the hot molten lead that will be dripping from the roof*
Scottie and Sky look outside the fogged over windows in ‘Cuffs and see dock workers scrambling like mad in preparation.
Scottie shook his head, holding a copy of the letter he received from one of the workers, “The Academy of Mornington must be up to something again. Is he rebuilding the pool? Again!?”
“As long as it doesn’t involve our flesh rotting off and shambling undead I’ll be pleased,” Sky responded before taking a sip of her cocoa.
Caladon Water…. glass…. lead….. he’s making a HUGE whisky!
Victor Mornington: interdimensional bootlegger :-)
::runs around all the shipments of materials, huffing and flailing excitedly as he thinks it’s going to be a new glasshouse garden::