I haz it

O NOES I HAS BIN KILT

(Stop by Opus and look for my sky galleon at the dock if you’d like to get murdered too.)

Completely Normal Behaviour

If you don’t like hanging out on your sky platform in your stocking feet, making scripted glowy fighty sticks and trying on stuff like this bloody huge rusty sawblade wrist thingy that was obviously meant for some big beefy dude and not a misleadingly waifish neko chick, well, you just don’t know how to have fun.

O HAI I HAS BIN BIZY

My new shop:

Grimalkin Imports

My new home:

A new magazine:

Oh, there’s more. But I need coffee and a conference first.

Home, Sweet Hut

Forgot to mention that I’ve been staying in a nice little hut, and I won’t say where. Here’s Cora and me hanging out:

So along with the yurt on Opus and the yurtshack in New Babbage, that makes three round living spaces to my name. At least it helps keep away the Hounds.

Breakfast Is the Most Important Meal of the Day

At the Gun Club, Bats’ Folly, Burandt

Catch DJ Bats at the following locations and times:

Sun/Mon/Wed/Thu 10p-1a SLT
VooDoo Lounge Warehouse

Tue/Wed/Thu 4p-6p SLT
Club Mutation

Sat 6p-8p SLT
Heck

Sat/Sun/Mon 4p-6p SLT
Sanctus Aeternum

The Gods Are Chortling

Plan: Get lots of work done tonight!

Reality:

1. Trapped in Dublin; make new friend
2. Impromptu pyjama party at Madhu’s
3. Emergency call for additional crewmembers of the Sky Fleet’s Swift Squadron
4. Precarious perch in the crow’s nest of a sky galleon piloted by Cap’n Kelly Regent
5. Introduction to the Androphibian League (incidentally a neighbour of my Donnybrook Square yurtshack)
6. Self-introduction to the editor of the Connolly Telegraph (incidentally a new neighbour as well)

Work Accomplished: Very little.

Post the First

So I got up and stumbled over to the square for a mug o’ java. (Still need a good name for the stuff.) While catching up on the news, I noticed a fella enter the square. He looked new. Really new. I said hello, and he said he was looking for a job, so I told him he could become a salvager. But when I tried to lead him over to the information, he vanished. Blip. So begins my “morning.”

Oh, and I started an aethernet log. Yep. And pondered adjusting the valve settings on my monstrous coffee-making mechanism, because it puts out too much steam.

The elusive Guv’ness Tokugawa arrived while I was caffeinating. She showed me some Egyptian statues she’s been working on for a client: a very nice jackal-form Anubis and the kitty-mama of us all.