Back at the hangar, Maybelle has her choice of two airships to take a look at. What passes for an aerodrome here in Saint Dennis consists of 4 large Quonset-style hangars arranged like a cross around a central landing area. One of the hangars holds the Falcon--Remi's ship ((OOC: Game Map F)). The one next to it going clockwise has no doors on the front; it holds a black ship ((OOC: Game Map R)).

As you get closer, you realize that the doors of the second hangar--pieces of them, at any rate--are scattered all across the open area in front of the hangar, along with other debris. Fortunately, the bodies have all been removed.

Maybelle is introduced to Captain Remi, Matthew, and Professor Cavor. She hears mention of someone named Connor but apparently he's keeping an eye on Hugo.

Grimsby arrives back at the hangars with the rest of the party and joins with ladies in explaining Maybelle's presence to Captain Remi, Matthew and Cavour, especially Captain Remi, since he is the one who would decide whether to allow Maybelle to travel on his ship.

Marian accompanies them, watching the newcomer to see if she was properly impressed. Someone like her had probably seen all kinds of wonderful things, but surely the airship would warrant a good reaction?

Seeing the bits of debris though distracts her and she suppresses the urge to shake her head. That had been...a mess. A frightening, terrifying, extremely loud mess. She couldn't wait to write about it in her next book!

Well what do you think Miss Diggory? she turns her attention back to the actress with a smile.

"What do I think of it? Why, I think this is very interesting." Maybelle turned to the other girl with a smile.

Grimsby remarked enigmatically, "I hope you continue to find it so."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 5):

Maybelle glanced at him with an odd look upon her face, and continued to look around.

Mercy didn't know if she was being too forthright or perhaps trying to trip up Maybelle in case she was a Vril agent. After all, it wasn't that unlikely since they'd just met Maybelle outside the Vril Society booth. It certainly seemed reasonable to Mercy that they might have sent someone to infiltrate their group.

If they did, indeed, have strange mental powers, though, might they not have already learned what they wanted to? Like the fact that Mercy's group had stopped the explosion. For that matter, the Vril ladies hadn't seem all that concerned (not that Mercy observed, at any rate) about the big explosion not have occurred. Did they already know what had happened? Or had not been aware what the men were doing?

"The Vril men were trying to assassinate the Queen, along with all the other important people in attendance, with a great bomb set to go off during the opening ceremonies," Mercy explained to Maybelle.

"They had been planning on blowing open the hangar doors here for a quick escape. As near as we can tell, it was supposed to be a series of timed explosions. I... um... accidentally set them all off at once... when they weren't ready."

"I know I should feel bad that several of them died, but they were going to kill a lot more people. The accident let us find out about their plot... with enough time to stop it."

"So, that's what our day has been like."

"I'd invite you to join us, but not only isn't it my place, but I'm sure you have performances you need to do."

"Yes, I really should be getting back to my troupe" Maybelle told Mercy.

"My word, you accidentally set off an explosion? That must have been terrifying. "

Seeing that Maybelle was preparing to leave, Grimsby slipped over to Captain Remi and said quietly, "We may want to fly before this actress leaves. She knows too much about us to be safe."

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 8):

OOC: I copied Bellgrove & Connors descriptions, then "played" with them a little...hope I didn't go too far, guys  ^_^

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     "It was that and more, Miss." interrupts a man's voice with a distinctive American accent--Northeastern States, possibly from Boston, if Maybelle's trained actor's ear is hearing it correctly, "All the more so if you were only twenty yards away from the blast point, eh, lads?"

     Appearing from further astern of Le Falcon, a trio of men approach--two walking more-or-less side-by-side with a taller man behind them.

     The man who spoke was a bit taller than average, maybe 6-foot, and trim of build, with tastefully short-cropped, light-brown hair--mostly hidden by an age-worn white crusher-style cap with black patent leather band and bill, cocked back on his head.  Bright blue eyes twinkle over a moderately handsome, smiling face that's got a few days of stubble--as well as some impressive bruises and scratches--on his chin and cheeks.
     Besides the rumpled cap on his head, he's dressed in a white cotton Brookes Bros. shirt--with arms rolled up, revealing further bruising and scratches on his arms and hands--over khaki trousers (of which both items could use a few moments with a hot iron) and rubber-soled, gray deck shoes on his feet.  A flat knife hanging from a black leather belt finishes the somewhat nautical look of his outfit, though his bearing seems to counter-indicate any sort of common background to the man.

     The companion of the man with the Bostonian accent is one of those unique, truly average looking fellows--standing an average height of about 5-foot-6 or 5-foot-7 with a lithe build, well groomed hair and clean-shaven face, and a physical demeanor that, if one were not paying close attention, could be easily forgotten as soon as the eye passed by him--though he was in no way unpleasant to look at.
     Two things about him that did stand out, however, was that his pallor seemed slightly too pale for someone who was so well dressed for outdoor activity--that being a white linen shirt, a waistcoat of black-gray-blue plaid, plain but rugged-looking brown twill jacket and dark, black or navy blue corduroy trousers tucked into tall leather walking boots--also he stood out in that, if you could look close enough, his eyes were lavender in color.

     The gentleman in the back towered over the other two by several inches--maybe 6-foot-4 or 6-foot-7--and he was a little broader in the shoulder than either of the two men walking before him.  Even in the shadowy light it is obvious that the taller man is wearing a cap similar in style to that worn by the Bostonian--though the Bostonian's cap has a far rougher, beat-up appearance to it.
     As the three step into the better lighting, the tall man in the back is indeed wearing a cap--a black, leather-looking grease top railway-style cap atop a head of thick, well groomed, chocolate-brown hair possessing a few streaks of silver...

     But what's under that head of thick, lustrous hair momentarily takes her breath away.

     Though the hair atop the tall man's head (and under his cap) is trimmed in a most manly fashion, including fashionable sideburns, every other bit of exposed skin on the tall man is covered in fur--short, white fur with black stripes!  Violet-colored eyes with slit-irises seem to glow dimly from definitely feline facial features--including a broad smile of sharp teeth possessing an over-large pair of upper canine teeth.  As he raises a hand to casually wave at the group, it's seen his hand is shaped like a human hand, but it possesses feline fur and claws, even what look like rough pads on his palm and up onto the lower part of his fingers.
     The tall man is likely a Human-Animal blend, what the European newspapers have been calling a "Moreau" person--in this case, a Tigerman.  Now that he can be seen clearer, the Tigerman's wearing a pale sage-colored, band-collared linen shirt and black pin-stripe waistcoat over slightly-faded indigo denim workman's trousers with several pockets.  When the occasional opportunity presents itself, it can be seen that the Tigerman is not wearing any footgear, and that, unlike his hands, his feet more closely resemble those of a tiger, than those of a man.

     "Myself and Bellgrove, here..." the Bostonian gestures with a thumb towards the other Human-looking man, next to him, "We got a little shelter from the blast by way of some packing crates, but still got our noggins rattled.  Now Conner, here..."
     The Bostonian now hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the Tiger-Man, "He got blown sixteen feet through the air and slammed onto the ground.  That would have killed either of us..." this time he gestures back and forth between himself and Bellgrove, "But the Big Guy just gets up and tries to shrug it off.  Of course, we had to help him stay on his feet, but otherwise he was good to continue on to rescue the Professor."
     "Who we are looking for.  Anyone seen Profess--oh, there you are, Professor!  I hope you're feeling better, I have a question for you..."

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OOC: we all got confused about this a couple of times--Dash, and thus Bellgrove and Connor--have been on board Le Falcon this whole time.  A couple times it almost seemed like we were thought to be aboard the Black Zep, but MSG# 937 in "Flight to Bourbany" Dash makes reference to brewing the last pot of the Italian Roast coffee that was picked up when Le Falcon stopped on the east coast of Italy.  Those coffee beans were stored in the galley of Le Falcon.  Later, in MSG# 945, same thread, Bellgrove had asked OOC which ship we were on, Dash responded OOC that we were on Le Falcon, and that comment was never challenged or corrected by the GM.
     SO...our sudden appearance among y'all is thus perfectly normal. Pfffffft! ^_^

And now, it's time for.... "Edu-muh-kashun wit Lord Vince!"

Above, a couple of "cap" styles are mentioned (go figger, Boys and their Hats, right?)  So anyway, being the resident Clothing Nazi ^_^ I thought I should explain the differences.  First we must look at what is called a "Peaked Cap"--like the US Marine Corps Dress Cap, to the left (actually, my USMC buddies would hit me in the shoulder for calling that a "cap"--Marines call their headgear "Covers".  ALL their headgear.  And I'd get hit real hard for such a snafu).  Note the stiffness of the upper part of this style of cap--that comes from the placement of a thin, circular wire ring holding the fabric stiff.  On some types of Peaked Cap there are even support wires from the headband to the circular ring that help hold the upper fabric even stiffer.
     This is the base style from which the mentioned caps come--a headband with a bill, usually these are both made of leather, but can be of the same cloth as the upper portion.  An upper portion that has a diameter wider than the headband, usually made of a fabric, but can also be made of stiffer materials like leather and felt, as well as the same material as the headband, whatever that mat be.  Keep this basic image in mind, as I move on to the kinds of caps mentioned, above.

The first cap mentioned was Dash's Crusher-style Cap.  This is almost identical to the Peaked Cap I just mentioned with only a couple of slight differences.  First, the headband & bill and the upper portion of the cap will always be of different construction--usually a leather headband and bill with something else above.  With a Crusher-style Cap, that "something else is always a flexible, breathable material, usually canvas, but other cloth styles are also popular.  Even when the headband and the upper cap appear to be made of the same material (like those fishing caps called "Greek Sailor" caps), the headband is actually a band of leather or some other stiffer material (cardboard, thin wood, folds of thicker cloth) covered in the same material as the upper.
     The other difference between a Peaked Cap and a Crusher Cap is that the wire that stiffens a Peaked Cap is not present in a Crusher Cap, thus the upper portion of a Crusher Cap often looks more collapsed, more relaxed, more like it's been rolled up and shoved in a pocket (which it probably has)--in other words, it looks more "crushed".
     Now in the case of the "Bos'n's Cap" that Dash wears, he's a Maritime Trader aboard a Clipper Ship and he serves as a Junior Officer on the ship, so that's a Merchant Marine cap he's wearing.

  Connor is mentioned to be wearing something described as "similar in style" to what Dash is wearing.  The similarity being referenced is a similar lack of rigidity when compared to a Peaked Cap.  Connor is wearing a cap that has a headband and attached bill, and an upper section that is not as rigidly defined as that of a Peaked Cap, however, the upper portion of this cap is not as "relaxed" as a Crusher-style Cap, either.  This cap is called a "Grease Top" Railway Cap (it's a cap worn by British Locomotive Engineers and Locomotive Firemen (the guy who keeps the fire going)).  These caps, like Crusher Caps, usually didn't have the stiffening wire, but they were made of leather or heavy fabric which kept it's shape a lot better than the Crusher Caps did.  They were called "Grease Tops" because they kept the grease that often dripped from underneath locomotive engines from getting into the wearer's hair, and sometimes even from running down their neck.  They were not, however, fire-proof, and when sparks or flying embers from the engine happened to land upon them...well...thankfully few railmen were truly harmed, but everyone had a good laugh.

  And these are examples of modern...um...of unique...uh...these're...
     Ah, hell, they're North Korean, who the fuck knows what they were thinking when they put these on.  North Korean Halloween, maybe...?  Hiding a Kalashnikov up there?  Contraband Hooch?
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Maybelle's eyes practically blew open at the sight of the two men. She had never seen anyone like them! Who knew America could possess such unusual looking people?

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 11):

OOC: Hey, now!  Bellgrove isn't that unusual looking!  He's just from New York City! ^_^

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 12):

Ooc: Well, the way that they're described sounds rather unusual.

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 13):

OOC: Well...yeah.  But's only because we're freaks! ^_^

"Madame, I am not from America," Connor comments. "I am from Ireland!"

"My condition is not natural. It is the result of horrible experimentation done to me. I have learned to accept it because it is not reversible... certainly not at this time and probably not within my lifetime."

"Besides, there are certain... benefits that accrued from it."

"Like Mercy, I am an engineer and inventor."

In reply to Connor Holmes (msg # 15):

"Oh, how terrible." Maybelle said, and continued, "You're from Ireland? How lovely!"

"Now that you mention it, Grimsby, I've been meaning to ask you about the other ship," Remi replies, also in a whisper.

"I'm half tempted to take the other ship and leave Le Falcon with you."

"On the other hand, if you took the black ship to Lakshadweep, it might give you an advantage on the approach, perhaps even after you landed."

"I be thinking this might be where we part company anyway. We stopped the killing of the names on the list... even a few other things. From here on, we're heading into the unknown."

"I'm not sure my path is still the same as yours."

In reply to Remi (msg # 17):

Grimsby looked thoughtful and replied. "Well, Le Falcon is your ship, captain. You have the right to take her where you will. We have valued your aid on this voyage, but if you choose to go elsewhere, I suppose we will proceed to Lakshadweep in the black ship."
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Marian listens to Remi with a little disappointment. He'd been such a good captain, but then perhaps it was for the best. It would probably be safer for him as far away from the rest of them as he could get. The black ship made the most sense Marian nods. Since we hunt Vril we may as well disguise ourselves as Vril, until word gets out we took their ship anyway. I've been getting so used to fooling them into thinking I'm one of them lately, we may as well have a ship to match. she laughs.

His keen hearing had no problem picking up the conversation between Remi and Grimsby, and Marian's comments. There was certainly a kernel of truth in what they all said.

"I do believe the group is continuing their mission... on to Lakshadweep... and probably beyond," Connor says to Maybelle.

"I will extend an invitation to you to join them, if you fancy a touch of adventure. I've heard it said that actors give better performances when they've actually experienced the scene in real life not just pretend."

"Unless you have some personal reason for performing here at the Exposition, Miss Maybelle, I would guess that your understudy would welcome the chance to play the lead."

"Bourbony has little impact on Europe, particularly the Continent, and less on London society except for the ever-expanding British Empire, so missing a performance here should not affect your career to any great extent. You can claim that you are not feeling well enough to perform. No one can fault you for that."

"In any case, while I can invite you to join, it is up to the others to agree to it if should choose to say yes."

He then moves over to where Grimsby and Remi were speaking.

"Rather than thinking of this as going separate ways, I have a suggestion that might please everyone."

"Mercy was expecting to attend the Exposition to show off Hugo. She even purchased a booth and set it up. Matthew is over there now keeping an eye on things. But, I know she will go with the rest of you on this mission. I suggest that he and I can maintain the booth for the duration of the Exposition, and then when it's over, we can implore Remi to take me, Matthew and Hugo to follow you, as you will take the black ship."

"Does that not sound like a sensible plan?"

In reply to Connor Holmes (msg # 20):

Maybelle considered the great opportunity that she had just been given. Of course, she'd have to get a note to her troupe to tell them where she was going, but this was the chance of a lifetime! She just couldn't pass it up.

"I'd love to join you for the rest of the journey, but let me just write out a note so my troupe knows I won't be returning for some time."

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 21):

Grimsby replied (with some relief, at not having to abduct a British subject)  "We would be glad to have a person of your talents with us, Miss Diggory.
As for Mr. Holmes' plan, I suppose it depends on what Miss Kincaid chooses to do. She can show off Hugo at the fair or travel with us as she pleases."

Rosabelle followed the others to the hangar, not only because she needed to retrieve her clockwork dragon from its perch, but she was also quite curious about the airships themselves. Despite her mechanical skills, Rosabelle had had no opportunity to see an airship close by.

As the tigerman offered the actress a place among them, she clenched her hands at her waist and had to almost physically stop herself from asking to go along. She couldn't. She mustn't. But she so wanted to!

In reply to Rosabelle Descant Tinker-Plumist (msg # 23):

"Listen, everyone, be careful entering the control cabin of the Black Zep!" Dash calls out, as he approaches Professor Cavor, "There was this clockwork bat, or something, left behind by the Vril, I think, as some kind of security device.  How Remi and I didn't activate it, when we took the airship, I have no idea."

A strange expression had come over Mercy's face at both Connor's suggestion and Grimsby's question.

She'd been so busy... so preoccupied with events that she hadn't even had a moment to think about what she was going to do next.

She now realized she was being pulled in two directions at once! What had she been thinking with getting a booth at the Exposition? Well, she'd expected it to take longer to save the Queen of Bourbony, for one thing. And they really weren't sure where the... trail... would next lead.

Even as Grimsby asked her, she realized that she was going to follow it to the end, wherever it might lead.

"Of course, I'm going with the rest of you!" she replied. "This is an adventure to write books about!"

As she said it, she looked at Marian as if to say that she expected her to write those books. It was only then that she remembered Marian hadn't been with them when they started in London.

"You will join us, won't you, Marian? Of all of us, you're the best qualified to write a book about the adventure! Though I'm quite sure Bellgrove's journalism is apt to make us all famous first. Then everyone will want to read your book, Marian!"

Dash's comment made her think of Rosabelle! Mercy suddenly felt bad for inviting Maybelle along when she hadn't yet invited Rosabelle along!

"That clockwork creature belongs to Rosabelle, Dash. She sent it up to the black ship for safekeeping while we dealt with the bomb."

"You are welcome to join us, too, Rosabelle. I think I took it for granted that you were now one of us."

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 25):

Rosabelle smiled gratefully at Mercy and added her own voice to assure Hawkesbury, Indeed, the clockwork dragon is mine. He's quite harmless. I call him Thorn.

My deepest apologies if he caused any distress or concern. I'm afraid I didn't consider how he might be perceived. As my greatest achievement, I could not allow him to be destroyed if we had not been able to stop the bomb.

My thanks for the invitation. I would be pleased and honored to accompany you. I do rather feel as if I'm part of your group already. I suppose defusing a giant bomb will do that.

Rosabelle's mind was racing as she spoke. She'd need to send a note to her her steward that could be delivered to her father. Rosabelle couldn't disappear without giving him some kind of word. What to say was the question.

I would welcome some assistance on crafting a short letter to explain my absence. I don't wish to give us away, and I am uncertain how much I should say.

Marian practically claps with delight upon hearing Mercy is going to continue with them, but as she continues and gives her an invitation she fights off a blush. She'd already been so used to traveling with these people it never occurred to her that she wouldn't continue doing so! Thank the stars Mercy extended the invitation, otherwise it would have been most awkward when she tried to board with the others. Phew!

Aloud she says, Oh yes thank you! I would love to travel with you all for some time! There are so many wonderful things for my story yet to come I'm certain. Besides, adventuring is turning out to be more fun than I'd realized!

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 27):

Maybelle watched as the other girls chose to come along, and began writing out the message to her troupe.

Grimsby remarked, "Since the ladies seem to form an important part of the Vril hierarchy, it is only right that we should have our own ladies to counter them, especially considering that our ladies have skills that may prove very useful."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 29):

"Surely you jest, ladies?!" Dash exclaims, "That mechanical beast is one of the reasons I leapt from the dirigible!  Well, yes, I did it mostly because I believed there to be a Vril weapon in the upper part of the tent--but that clockwork did contribute to my desire to get off the airship!  It kept ... staring ... at me ..."

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 30):

Rosabelle pressed her lips together to keep from laughing outright at the man. It wasn't funny, truly.

Finally, she composed herself enough to say, I apologize again. Thorn is...curious, for lack of a better description.

OOC: Sorry for the continued silence from here. (Nice job on the intro post for us, Dash!) As I ease back into things I'm going to just follow along for a bit, but luckily that suits Bellgrove's nature. ;)

The New Yorker has been quiet as those who have come to know him expect, but it is obvious that he is quite interested to see the Black Zepplin.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 27):

Maybelle perked up her head at that. Miss Holroy was writing a book? She loved a good book!

"There were quite a few... agents on the Black Ship," Mercy comments, "so I expect there'll be room for all of us."

"Shall we go see what's there?"

"Oh, while I don't have a problem calling it The Black Ship, do you think it has a name? Do we want to keep calling it that, if it does?"

"If we want to maintain the fiction of being Vril ourselves as long as possible, I think we had best find out the ship's official Vril name and drill ourselves in using it." Grimsby suggested.

Marian outright laughs at Dash's words. Made you uncomfortable did it? she chuckles. I thought it rather marvelous myself.

Later, seeing Maybelle's reaction, she smiles warmly back, taking her response for interest. Anyone who appreciated a good book would do just splendidly.
Her attention is diverted by Mercy's question though. The black ship is a dreadfully dull name, so I do believe we should call it something else. I suppose Mr. Baskerville here is right about using its official title, but if there isn't one we should come up with something wonderful instead! Something like...the thornbird! Or....maybe the storm raven...hm that might be a bit too dramatic. But something interesting! Knowing our luck it will be named something dull like, black ship number one hundred and twelve or something like that. She rolls her eyes.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 36):

Grimsby remarked, "I rather like the 'Storm Raven' --it reminds me of the Viking raven-banner they still tell tales of in the north. But as a matter of deceiving the Vril, I am afraid we had best stay with the Vril name, even if it is as boring as 'Black Ship 112.'"

"You were on the black ship, Dash," Mercy says. "You, too, Bellgrove. What'd you see?"

"Since they were getting ready to leave, they must have resupplied already, right? We should check that out."

"Did you find any charts?"

"Oh, and do we really want to take Professor Cavor with us? That's what they were trying to do--should we really do what they wanted?"

Marian gives Grimsby a warm smile. She knew she could be a bit silly at times but it was kind of him to indulge her.

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 38):

Grimsby remarks "If Professor Cavor is left on his own, I fear he might fall back into the hands of the Vril. He is a brilliant scientist, but unworldly. We must either keep him under our protection or arrange for him to be kept safely elsewhere, and the latter might not easy."
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Maybelle, meanwhile, had finished writing her letter, and had it sent off. She listened to the chatter about what would the ship be called, and she personally thought that the "raven" might do.
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Rosabelle, too, wrote her letter, enclosed within a note for her assistant, explaining, vaguely, her sudden departure. They would all be shocked at her taking off, though she wasn't, strictly speaking, a proper lady. As someone who had worked around men her entire life, having to constantly prove herself and her abilities, Rosabelle was well used to being thought odd.

She was glad that there were other women along, although she realized that she was actually more comfortable with men at this point. She and Mercy, at least, seemed to have much in common. Rosabelle looked forward to getting to know her better.

Once her letter was written, Rosabelle finally made her way to the deck of the airship to retrieve her clockwork creation. She called the creature to her when she was within range and he lifted on leather-webbed wings to come to rest on the pad on her right shoulder. Rosabelle returned to the others to formally introduce him around.

In reply to Rosabelle Descant Tinker-Plumist (msg # 42):

"Uh...a few last moment things on the floor of the hangar barn, maybe, but otherwise the Vril all sounded like the zep was ready to leave at a moments notice, Mercy." Dash answers the diminutive mechanic, "And yes, I took all the charts from the Captain's room.  I've been going over them for the past little while--which is why I needed to speak with the Professor."

Alex turns to the older man, "Professor Cavor, could you tell us why the Vril kidnapped you, and what is so special about the ore you found in Lord Kentigern's mine?"

"I expect it will have many amazing properties, some of which we may not discover for centuries!" Cavor answers Dash's question.

"Kentigern insisted on calling it cavorite, which I suppose is appropriate since I discovered the ore while I was looking for prehistoric fossils in the bog. The layman, of course, doesn't usually distinguish between the ore and the raw element."

"An ore is often a mixture of rocks and sediment that holds compounds or raw minerals, such as gold. The concentration of the mineral is not very great, so the ore has to be refined to extract enough mineral to be usable... which often means profitable."

"Panning for gold is a good example. Unless you get lucky and find a nugget or two, it's mostly dust that you find. So it takes a lot of gold dust to be useful."

"I myself have taken to calling the mineral within the cavorite wonderflonium. I like it. I think it captures the spirit of the new mineral. I daresay the International Board of Chemistry won't approve it. They'll probably call it eustacium or unobtainium or something equally ridiculous."

"The only property I've been able to determine is its anti-gravity property. I didn't have enough of a sample long enough to do much with it, but I suspect it might be the substance in liftwood that gives that its properties."

Grimsby remarks in a tone as close to excited as his traditional British phlegm permits, "If Britain could develop this chemical and discover the secret of employing anti-gravity independent of liftwood, the entire economic -- and political -- structure of the human-peopled solar system would be revolutionized!"
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In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 45):

"Dammit!" Dash spits out angrily--then sheepishly looks up at the group, "Oh, I apologize for the language, Ladies.  It's just that, in the Black Zep Captain's papers I brought back, it said their next stop was the tiny island nation of Lakshadweep, in the Indian Ocean, south of the Indian Sub-Continent--and Bellgrove ..." Dash gestures towards his fellow American.

"Bellgrove brought to my attention that Lakshadweep was known for the submersibles which make up it's defensive fleet.  Now, maybe I've been trying to out-think these Vril rascals for too long, but when Bellgrove mentioned submersibles, I had this sudden thought of the Vril trying to plate one with the gravity-defying cavorite-or-whatever, and I realized that they would then have a ready made aerial ironclad at their disposal."

"I don't know for sure that this is their plot, but since they have separated Professor Cavor from the ore they took when they kidnapped him--and the Professor says he heard them talking about the ore going to a different location than he was--I assume from that that they have the knowledge of how to correctly process the ore for the ... the wonderflonium it contains.  So we are then presented with the question--if they didn't need the Professor to process the ore, then why was he being taken to Lakshadweep?"

"Were they going to try and coerce him to use his knowledge to work the wonderflonium for them?  Were they going to trade him and his knowledge to someone in Lakshadweep in exchange for something?  Maybe a submersible?"

"So never mind the question, should we take Professor Cavor to Lakshadweep, better we ask ourselves, should we go to Lakshadweep or should we try to recover the cavorite ore?  We have the Professor, if we recover the ore, we can head back to Scotland, having both foiled several Vril plots as well as accomplishing the mission we promised to perform for Lord Kentigern."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 45):

My goodness! Maybelle thought, upon hearing this. No wonder he had been kidnapped!

"Ha-ha-ha! You are so funny sometimes, Dash!" Mercy laughs.

"To be honest, I made the same mistake a few times when I first started. You are mixing apples with oranges."

"There are two separate facts that you've linked together, yet you don't have enough information to truly know if they are linked."

"Fact One: the black ship's next destination was to be Lakshadweep."

"Fact Two: the cavorite and Professor Cavor were being taken to another location."

"We don't really know if that location was Lakshadweep. Just like he was taken to Graustark and on to Bourbony here, neither of those were his final destination. We don't know that Lakshadweep is the final destination either."

"You also don't know that this wonderflonium needs to be applied as plating to a ship. It may sound reasonable, but perhaps it will work like magnetism."

This cavorite, or wonderflonium, sounded like a fascinating substance. It could have any number of applications in her own work. Rosabelle glanced at Thorn out of the corner of her eye, wondering how many components used to keep him aloft could be replaced with such an anti-gravity substance.

Are the Vril aware that they are no longer in possession of the professor? If not, keeping him out of sight might be enough to keep him safe if he travels with us. I would think his knowledge would be invaluable.

Grimsby remarked "The Vril who were with Professor Cavor when we freed him certainly knew they had lost him, but most of them were not in a position to report the loss."
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In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 50):

Dash casts a frown over at Mercy,

"I assure you, Mercy, it was not my intent to amuse you." Dash replies, "And I was only repeating facts as I understood them--although I will grant you the possibility of that information being either distorted or misunderstood by myself, as I gained it from the Professor rather shortly after having been blown across a blimp hangar by an explosion, and the Professor was just coming out of a drug-induced heavy sleep!"

"At that time the Professor said that the ore had been sent along to 'somewhere else', and he was fairly insistent that he was being 'taken' to Lakshwadeep, not that it was just the next stop."

Dash turns to the Professor, "Professor Cavor, sir, could you please clear this up for us?"





"I wouldn't be too sure about that, Grimsby, my friend." Dash answers with a grin, "While most of the Vril crew of the Black Zep were killed or rendered unconscious by their own blast, Bellgrove, Connor and myself recovered quickly enough to get aboard the zep, search it, and find the Professor before the Gendarmes showed up in force.  We snuck him off the zep, out the back door of the hanger--from whence we'd come in--and took the long way getting back to Remi's ship.  And we hid him there while he recovered from the drugs they'd given him to keep him docile."

"The Gendarmes don't even know Cavor is here--so, unless they were watching their own zeppelin from a distance, I'm pretty secure in saying that the Vril don't know we have him, either.  However, they do know we want him, and if they can't find him, it would only be logical for them to assume he is with us."

"I could have been mistaken," the Professor admits.

"The cavorite ore was sent on another ship. It could have been going to Lakshadweep. I don't honestly know where they were taking me. I overheard them say they were going to Lakshadweep; I naturally assumed that's where they were taking me."

"It was only after that I found out they were coming here to Bourbony and wanted me to help with the bomb."

"The professor was still unconscious in the black ship when the hangar doors were blown open," Connor explains.

"None of the crew of the ship that survived the explosion have been back on the ship. I believe there were only two survivors anyway, and they have been incarcerated. Add the other two Vril agents we stopped, both of which know that we used the black ship to remove the bleachers from the area."

"They might not know who we are exactly, or that we've interfered in two previous instances."

"We also need to keep in mind that the Vril women might have some ability to find out what happened from the men. On the other hand, we also have some indication that the women don't know what the men do. And, for that matter, don't care."

"So, the real answer to whether the Vril know that we have Professor Cavor is: we simply don't know."

Grimsby concluded, "Mr. Holmes is probably correct in the strict sense that the Vril do not know for a certainty that we have the professor, but I fear Mr. Hawksbury may be correct in suggesting that the Vril do have good grounds for suspecting that he is with us --in which case, the sooner we depart, the better."

All this talk of anti-gravity, it both fascinated and mystified Marian. For one, she kept imagining that it would make you float off the earth into space, never to be seen again. It was a silly notion but the idea terrified her. Listening to the conversation though, she finds herself nodding. I'm ready whenever the rest of you are. I'm not keen on encountering the Vril again any sooner than I have to.

"Okay, then. We have a plan and a consensus, right?" Mercy added.

"Any reason to delay further? Other than taking that first step."

"It just occurred to me that we might be able to keep one step ahead of the Vril by moving quickly... don't give them a chance to act against us."

"So, all aboard!"

With that, Mercy heads for the hangar where the black ship has been parked.

Fortunately, all the dead bodies have been removed, and much of the debris has been cleaned up.

Maybelle followed Mercy to the ship, and climbed on board, lifting her skirt out of the way slightly.

Grimsby followed the ladies, still alert in case any other Vril had reached the black ship's hangar.

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 58):

"What the Hades do you people think you are doing?!" Dash calls out, sotto voce, as he follows everyone across the aerodrome to the hangar where the Black Zep is being kept, "Don't any of you recall that Chief Gendarme-lady--I don't remember, For-jay, or something?--she said that the Government of Bourbony was impounding this zeppelin!  If we take off in it--no matter how much tactical sense it make for us--it's still the same a stealing a ship from a harbor!  I'm a Maritime Trader--not a Pirate!"

"Besides, who's going to pilot it?  Is Remi giving up his Falcon?  And what about all your gear back aboard The Falcon?  I didn't see any of you shuttling your possessions over there while we were talking, just now, hmm?"

The Bourbony concept of impounding the black ship was simply to post two guards there. It's not like they could lock the hangar doors seeing as how there were no front doors any more. These huge hangars were built to house airships in the first place, and on the possibility that an airship couldn't move backwards out of the hangar (at least on its own), there were hangar doors at both ends.

Apparently these two gendarmes had been told about what your group had done to some extent, so Grimsby's presence lets you enter the hangar to board and inspect the black ship.

When Grimsby explains the situation to the gendarmes, a messenger is dispatched to Inspector Forget. Since she is busy with the exposition, she sends a message in reply.



At that point, it takes about an hour to transfer any luggage from the Falcon to the black ship, or from Maybelle's hotel to the black ship. And you are ready to go.

Once settled into the black ship and exploration is complete, you do find the name of the ship is The Black Talon.

In reply to GM StarMaster (msg # 60):

"That's an interesting name." Maybelle said out loud, and picked up her luggage, not wanting it to leave her sight.

As they had a small amount of time, Rosabelle sent a note to her hotel, requesting her belongings be delivered to the hangar. She met the confused hotel employees outside the doors, preventing them from seeing the black airship, and taking her bags herself over their loud objections. She tipped them generously before sending them on their way.

She tended to travel fairly light, other than her tools, of which there was one large bag in addition to her clothes in a large duffel. Rosabelle abhorred traveling with trunks. They were so inconvenient and difficult to travel with. Clothes became wrinkled either way, so she utilized the easier means of packing.

When Rosabelle put the straps of the bags over her shoulders, Thorn took flight, not liking being jostled. He flew slowly behind her as she made her way aboard and to her assigned quarters.

Grimsby had one sturdy traveling bag. modest in size but rather heavy, which he carried over himself and carefully stowed in the black ship.

Mercy traveled much like Rosabelle even if she hadn't had much time to plan a trip. She'd thrown together a bag to go to Scotland with the idea that, at worst, was only a train trip home. And then she'd jumped Remi's airship and the Adventure had begun!

Things would have been a bit cramped with all of them in the Falcon, but the The Black Talon was designed to haul several troops around, so there was plenty of room.

"To answer your question, Grimsby, I can fly the ship," Mercy said as they boarded it. "Admittedly, I don't have any experience in flying an airship, but that mostly comes in when dealing with weather and air currents."

"I daresay Rosabelle could probably do the same. We're both rather mechanically minded."

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 64):

Grimsby replied "I believe that was Mr. Hawkesbury's question,but I am very glad you are qualified to fly this ship. I claim no such skill myself."

Marian is pleased to hear the name of the ship, remarking, Well I suppose that will do...

Overhearing Mercy mention weather and air currents she stifles her concern. Knowing how to move the ship was one thing, but what if the weather and air currents were a bit more complex than Mercy was giving them credit for? Admittedly she'd always been a bit nervous flying in such ships but Remi had had a reassuring way about him, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing. Hopefully Mercy could make good on her confidence. Oh dear.

Once she's settled into quarters and her initial jitters are hopefully lessened, Marian will explore as much of the ship as she can. She looks for clues, notes left behind, anything that can tell them more of the Vril, or at least anything remotely interesting.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 66):

After having stowed his trunk and two carpet bags in one of the cabins near the piloting compartment, Dash joins the conversation.

"I'm sure that, between Connor and myself, we can keep the engines and such running." Dash adds in, "Plus I've been watching Remi fly his ship this whole time, learning a few things from him, here and there.  I'm sure, with Mercy's help, I can at least learn to stand a watch at the helm."

Dash give a shrug, "After all, how much different than helming a clipper ship can it be?"

Rosabelle hadn't considered the thought of who would fly the ship and was somewhat alarmed to be semi-volunteered for the task. She released a small sigh of relief as Hawkesbury too spoke up to offer his assistance.

Considering for a moment, Rosabelle finally said, I believe my skills might be more in the line of repairing the engines than running them, though I am not opposed to the idea of learning more as we go. At the least, I should take time to examine the engines and accustom myself to their workings.

OOC: Sorry for my absence here, but work has been a bit consuming of late and is likely to continue to consume for a while.

StarMaster, if I go silent for overlong, please feel free to NPC me!

Bellgrove finally breaks his silence, "I have done a fair bit of piloting and navigating myself, though I know bupkiss about engines or repair of any sort."

Grimsby commented, "We are fortunate to have several competent engineers. Ultimately, while piloting is very important, keeping the airship airworthy is even more critical."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 69):

Dash turns a wide-eyed look of surprise towards Bellgrove,

"You know how to fly an airship?!" Dash demands, "By Gad, sir, you certainly know how to keep a secret!  All these weeks on Cap'n Remi's vessel, and you never let on.  Tell me, where did you learn your skills?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 71):

Bellgrove shrugs, "When one is a Lieutenant in the US Aerial Corps. When one is a Lieutenant in the US Aerial Corps one learns things..."

He pauses bland-faced, "I am certain I mentioned this at least once, but perhaps things were exciting and it was missed?"

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 72):

"Really?  A Lieutenant in the Aerial Corps, you say?" Dash shakes his head in wonderment, "Well, Sir, as Cap'n Remi will not be accompanying us on this leg of our quest..." Dash turns an inquisitive look towards the others in the group, then looks back to Bellgrove.

"Well, then, I believe I am safe in saying that no one here would have any objection to your taking on the roll of pilot of this vessel."  Dash makes a grand gesture towards The Black Talon, "She's yours to command...Captain!"

Dash suddenly starts rubbing his hands together and takes on an impish grin, "Now all we need to do is raid the old Captains wardrobe and find you some appropriately villainous-looking uniform--eh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh..."

But then Dash straightens up and once again becomes serious, "I mean...that is to say...does anyone have a problem with Bellgrove taking charge of our efforts to run the airship?  He's a trained airship officer, after all.  Most of us have some mechanical or engineering skills that will be useful keeping the ship moving, but he's been trained by the United States Army to know how to run an airship.  Right?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 73):

Bellgrove's typically serious demeanor does break somewhat at the suggestion of a costume change, but not too much. Looking around the company, "Quite so. I was a graduate of West Point prior to earning my 'wings'. I assure you all that while I have not piloted for some time I did engage with Captain Remi and am confident that I may step into this role rather readily."

Grimsby remarked, "I am sure you are quite the most qualified pilot we have amongst us, Lieutenant Wander. I am very happy to leave the piloting in your capable hands."
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"It does seem like such a long time ago that we started on this adventure," Mercy comments, "so maybe you did tell us, Bellgrove. I know Remi was a bit... um, restrictive on who he'd let touch his precious ship. Not that I blame him."

"To a certain extent, Dash, an airship does work like a clipper ship. Controls are kind of the same, but controlling an airship has to take into account height, altitude, updrafts and downdrafts. You can learn a lot from watching birds and kites."

"I've never heard of an airship rolling over, though, but I suppose that's more of a possibility than with a sailing ship. On the other hand, if a sailing ship rolls over, she's done for. Not so much an airship."

"And speaking of sails, I'm sure you've noticed that The Black Talon doesn't have any sails. Like a steamship, it's controlled by rudder and propellers."

"The doors are open, Bellgrove. Take her out when you want; we're all waiting."

The layout of the integrated gondola beneath the rigid air compartment is rather straight-forward.

Bridge/helm at front, short hallway back to the common room, with a radio/chart room on one side and the captain's quarters on the other. Both of these doors have locks, but Dash had liberated the former captain's keys.

The common room spans the whole width of the gondola and that's where the primary entrance is. There are seats for about a dozen people, and fold up/fold down tables against the walls. The seats all have straps/belts for securing the occupant.

Going aft from the center of the common room's rear wall is another hallway. Doors on either side lead to quarters, quarters, sickbay, storeroom and quarters on one side and galley and four quarters on the other side. All the quarters are rigged with fold-down bunks. All the rooms have windows.

At the aft end of the hallway is a large storeroom that also spans the width of the gondola. There is a wide aft hatch, clearly meant to allow easy loading of supplies and equipment. All the supplies in here are strapped down against the walls. There are also folding bunk beds in here--which could hold another 8 men.

It isn't until you see the supplies that you realize someone has loaded the supplies onto the ship. Marian had been hiding behind some of the crates when the explosives had gone off. The deduction was that the doors would have been blown once all the supplies had been loaded.


Dash had gathered up all the papers he could find when he went through the black ship. There were many charts and a copy of Baedeker's Travel Guide as well as Murray's Handbook and Terra Nova Travel Guides. All three are the general ones for Europe.

Additionally, Dash had found a number of papers in the radio room that appeared to have coded writing on them.

In reply to GM StarMaster (msg # 77):

     Looking at one of the doors--one with a small, engraved brass plate on it--Dash squints as he reads the plate in the dimly-lit companionway.

     "Excuse me, but, what is a rad-ee-oh?" Dash asks loudly, "And why does it need it's own room?"

"I believe that's the term that fellow Bell used for his wireless telegraphy device, what the Brits have taken to calling Hertzian waves, although I've also heard ether waves used quite a lot," Professor Cavor responded to Dash's question.

"It is still rather new and mostly secret, so I suspect that it has its own room for security. Also, if you are communicating with someone on the other end, you might not want the rest of the crew hearing what is said... particularly if you being given orders to kill them all."

"Yes, yes, as awful as that sounds, it is just the sort of thing these Vril fellows would do."

In reply to Prof. Cavor (msg # 79):

Dash started nodding as Cavor spoke,

"Yes, I remember something about this--a month--maybe two--ago, at dinner, my cousin was saying something about this Italian chap who had crossed the Atlantic on the New York Herald's dime--I say, Bellgrove, isn't that your outfit?  Anyway, The Herald wanted this Italian to demonstrate some invention of his by covering the America's Cup yacht race, not from the shore, but from a steamer several miles out.  I remember, now, my cousin mentioned something about 'wireless telegraphy', but I didn't quite catch what he meant by that, because my Great Uncle started asking about investment viability, and what-all, and I stopped listening.  Oh, what was that Italian's name?  Something like Macaroni, or Mister Tony...?"

Dash suddenly snaps his fingers, as something occurs to him,

"Wait just a minute!  Back in Graustark, when we foiled the plans of that Spanish lady scientist working with the Vril--we captured that big travel case that looked a lot like my Great Uncles stock ticker.  Could that be a Vril, uh, ray-dee-oh?"

"And I even remember there were a couple of what looked like codebooks in the case, too.  If we can't find a codebook in the papers I got from the Captains Cabin aboard this zep, maybe those could be useful...?"

Maybelle had heard about Mr Bell, although she'd never seen his invention in person. Well, so far. Perhaps now she could.

Grimsby remarked, "I understand Signor Marconi's invention has been demonstrated to the satisfaction of Her Majesty's Government, though it is not yet generally available. Given the Vrils' fascination with new technology, it is hardly surprising they have already adopted it.
If we can master their code, so we can exchange messages with them,it could greatly assist our impersonation of a Vril ship." 

Marian is deeply relieved that they've found a right and proper pilot and as they depart she is much calmer looking, though of course she could never be completely at ease in the air...

Should she hear the other's conversation she will listen, greatly intrigued. Codes eh? This would all turn into a proper mystery the rate they were going! She takes out a little notebook and scribbles notes into it. This bloody book was practically writing itself.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 83):

Maybelle certainly looked forward to exploring the ship while she was here. She wondered where exactly they were going, and wondered if the Vril might attack them.

Grimsby turns to Dash and says, "If you would be so good as to share the coded documents with me, I might attempt to decipher them. I have had a certain experience of codes in Her Majesty's service." 

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 85):

"Of course, Grimsby." Dash acknowledged, "I simply tossed them on top of everything in my bag, when I left The Falcon, to move over here.  Shouldn't take me but a couple of minutes to retrieve them."

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 86):

Grimsby answers, "Thank you, I shall tackle the code texts as soon as you have time to find them."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 87):

"All right, then, next step." Dash says, "When last here on The Black--Talon, did you say?  Anyways, that last time was all hurry-hurry-hurry to get the bombs out of the exposition--and before that, we were sneaking around, looking for Cavor--I didn't' really, examine each room for function."

"So, other than the Captains Cabin, I did not notice how many individual cabins there are, aboard.  Now it would be nice if we could all get our own single stateroom, but I have a feeling that that's not the kind of functionality this airship is built for.  Let's hope we can find four individual cabins--not counting the Captain's Cabin--for the Ladies.  Or, if not four individuals, then two double occupancy.  The Professor--did we determine he was coming with us?--the Professor has next claim on a stateroom after the Ladies, while Connor, Grimsby and myself can always take bunks in the Troop Quarters, if we can't have our own rooms."

"I believe I mentioned that Cap'n Wander gets the Captain's digs, did I not?"

Grimsby replies "That seems fair enough, depending on the number of cabins. We need to go over the ship and determine just how many there are. However, I doubt all of us are needed to search the ship. If there is somewhere with a chair and a table or desk, I could sit and work on the codes while others searched. Even te mess table would do, though a desk --perhaps in the captain's cabin?-- would be better. I do not mean to claim to cabin for myself; Captain Wandor is welcome to it, but I hope he would not mind if I worked there until it is time for us to retire for the night."

She looked at Grimsby and Dash with a puzzled expression on her face. What were they talking about? They'd just explored the whole ship. Well, maybe not up in the balloon part--was that even possible?

"There's a table in the radio/chart room as well as several in the common area," Mercy explains to Dash and Grimsby. "Counting the captain's room, there are 8 quarters. I wouldn't go so far as to call them staterooms, but they were designed for double occupancy, so they are a bit spacious."

"I'm pretty sure we agreed that Professor Cavor was coming with us because he'd be safer."

Grimsby says, "If it will not inconvenience anyone, I will use the table in the radio/chart room, as there might turn out to be material there that would help with understanding the code. Of course, if someone needs to consult a chart or the like, I can move elsewhere temporarily."
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Marian will select a room, happily sharing as need be, and continue to familiarize herself with the ship. She wanted to help with the code, but admittedly such things were not her strong point...

Bellgrove had spent the last twenty minutes familiarizing himself with the controls. As was typical of this type of airship, there was a seat for a pilot and a second seat for a co-pilot.

The controls were partially labeled, but it was in a language he didn't know and didn't even recognize... probably Vril... if that was even a language.

The layout was fairly standard, though. There wasn't too much he could get wrong.

"Okay, I'm ready to take this ship out!" he called back to the rest of the ship. "Last chance to change your mind!"

Grimsby seats himself in the radio cabin and starts studying the coded texts. He brings out a pen and a small notebook from a pocket and begins making preliminary notes.

With the codebooks, Grimsby has not trouble deciphering some of the messages. Others seem to be a code within a code... not unlike Cockney rhyming slang or the old Thieves' Argot, as it's been called... and still gets used now and then.

So, a sentence like 'Break a loaf for mine' seems to have an obvious meaning, but seems like nonsense in context. "Break" might be short for 'break in' while 'loaf' probably means some sort of loot to be stolen.

In any case, it's rather slow going but only because he's not familiar with the code. The more he does it, though, the faster he starts to get with it.

Grimsby continues industriously translating the code as well as he can, trying to concentrate on the messages that seem likely to be of greater importance. This probably means chiefly the ones in the code within a code, though he may need to translate some of the easier ones to provide context.

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 96):

After the first hour, Dash brings Grimsby a cup of tea.  After setting the mug down, Dash pauses a moment to watch over Grimsby's shoulder as the Brit works on decoding the various notes and papers.  Dashes eyes are crossing within moments.

"Um, I say..." Dash says quietly, with just a trace of humor in his voice, "Shouldn't you play that Red Jack on the Black Queen?"

Dash quickly withdraws before the menace of the glare that Grimsby gives him...

Once Dash retreats, Grimsby shrugs and returns to his decoding. He does gratefully sip the tea, being careful not to spill any on his notes or the original papers.

For the time being Marian will start writing notes in her notebook. It was rare she had such an uninterrupted moment of peace and she decided she'd best write a few details for her book before she forgot them.

At this time of year, the winds are predominantly from the south and west, so the Black Talon has a tailwind the whole way.

The ship's normal cruising speed is around 45 miles an hour, but the tailwind adds 10 to that. At that speed, you'll reach Lakshadweep in about 48 hours.


In that sense, airship travel is strange, though not unlike steamship travel or train travel, both of which are continuous. It'll need someone in the pilot's chair constantly, so probably four 6-hour shifts will work best.

Bellgrove is clearly taking the first shift, and Mercy will take the second.


Meanwhile, Grimsby works at cracking the code and decoding the journals. After the first 24 hours, he's managed to decode many references to 'the Doctor', 'the Other Doctor', 'the Professor', 'the Colonel', and Captain Hammer. There are also mention of 'the League' and 'the Consortium', as well as something called 'wonderflonium'... apparently referred to as 'stuff' as well. Grimsby isn't sure if that's supposed to the actual name of a substance or a made up name for encoding purposes. While he decodes a lot of it, it's still in oblique references. It makes sense if you know what is being referred to; unfortunately, Grimsby doesn't.

An example: 'The professor took the stuff over to the chamber with the brothers for the next phase.'

The only other reference he decodes is mention of Bali Ha'I.

There is apparently some sort of rivalry among several of these people which will be resolved once one of them gets the 'C-stuff'.

Grimsby reports his findings to the others and says, "I wonder if the "stuff" is the material the Vril were trying to seize on that Scottish estate when some of us were able to prevent their plot."

Maybelle settled into her room, and placed her bag on the floor. She had never been in an airship before, much less slept in one, so this was sure to be fascinating.

"Didn't you say there were two 'stuffs' mentioned?" Mercy asked for clarification.

"The first one is this wonderflonium, right? And then there's 'C-stuff'. That does sound like the 'C' stands for cavorite... or, since it's capitalized, Cavor... as in 'Cavor's stuff'."

"The whole point of these codewords is that an outsider wouldn't know what was being referenced. Fortunately for us, we're not total outsiders--we know some of their secrets already!"

Grimsby says "You have a very good point about the two materials, Miss Kincaid. I believe you are right in thinking the "c-stuff" is Cavorite. We know something of its properties, but I wish we knew more of the 'wonderflonium.'" 

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 104):

Dash sticks his head in through the door out to the companionway,

"Didn't the Professor, when he first told us about this, say that 'Cavorite' was what Lord Kentigern was inaccurately calling the ore they were mining--but that it was a tiny element in the ore, a rare earth metal, that the Professor said he wanted to call 'Wonderflonium', that was producing the actual effect they wanted?  Just saying..."

Dash then pulled his head back though the door--only to stick it back in a second later.

"And let me add, as a person raised in a Family Business environment, that the name 'Wonderflonium' is brilliantly fantastic!  It's the kind of name that the unwashed masses go crazy for when it gets slapped on all kinds of products--'Now with new Wonderflonium!'  By God, the masses just eat that stuff up, I tell you.  Well, toodles."

Marian will make herself comfortable during the trip, finishing up her notes and generally exploring. At one point though she will get bored, only half following the codes. Wonderflonium was a silly and magnificent name, but when it came to such substances she was at a loss. Instead she finds Maybelle, and Rosabelle if she is interested, and asks if they would like to play a game of cards.

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 105):

Grimsby replies "Thank you for that reminder, Mr. Hawksbury. Given that wonderflonium is in Cavorite, it may well be that the Vril have been discussing the best method of extracting the wonderflonium from the "C-stuff." I will review the messages to see whether I can confirm that idea."
He spends much of the voyage continuing to work on interpreting the coded messages.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 106):

Maybelle nodded. "Yes, I would very much like to."

ooc: I was going to go into the rules and specifics and all that crap, but I'll do it later! I'm in a rush and there's no time for me to delve into Victorian card games! ;P

Marian proceeds to cut the deck, having procured tea if there is any to be had, to go along with the game. Everything was better with tea.

So tell me Miss Diggory, how does one decide to become an actress? And even more curious, how did you determine you were good at it!?

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 109):

Maybelle did enjoy tea, and she took a few sips before answering Marian's question. "Well, Papa was an actor himself on the stage, and I found his job fascinating, so he began teaching me when he noticed that I had the talent for it. When I was a little girl, he would read me stories, and the next day I would act out passages from them for my friends. "
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Ah! Parents do have a way of influencing us don't they? How wonderful! My own parents were explorers before I was born. I ended up writing because of the amazing stories they told me. And now, finally, I get to have my own! I must say though, adventure is a little more dangerous than I realized! Hopefully I live through it long enough to write about it! she chuckles, dealing the cards. But you should have some nice advantages, being an actress. I've had to lie quite a bit already and when I'm prepared enough I'm passable at it, but I daresay you would be simply born for it! her eyes shine with excitement for the woman, who no doubt is wondering just what she wandered into.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 111):

Maybelle smiled at that, and replied, "How interesting. Yes, I suppose I would, wouldn't I?"

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 112):

Dash goes looking for Connor.

"Connor, my good fellow!" Dash says, upon finding the Tiger-Man, "As we shall have a few days of semi-free time--duties of operating this airship and all that--what say we two engineers put our heads together over the idea of combining that steam-rocket backpack we got from our friend [name forgotten and I don't feel like looking it up], during that excitement over Arabia?"

"As you know, better than anyone, the steam rocket is very hard to control the flight path of--but the glider-wings that the Vril from this very dirigible used against us appeared to be quite maneuverable--but unpowered."

"What do you say, sport?  Shall we?"

Not sure who Dash is talking to, or even thinks he's talking to, Mercy can't help wondering if he's lost his mind.

"Dash, dear... Connor isn't with us. He and Matthew remained in Bourbony at the Exposition to take care of Hugo and my booth," she informs him.

"If we're not back by the time the fair ends, he will put Hugo aboard the Falcon and they'll all come looking for us."

"If you want to collaborate on a project, you have me, Rosabelle and Professor Cavor. I know Connor thought he was a better inventor that I am, but we were still debating that point."

"Did you bring that backpack and the wings with you?"

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 114):

"Really?  Connor's not here?  I could have sworn I saw him climb aboard as we lifted off." Dash scratches his blonde head, up under his cap.

"Maybe that hundred-foot leap out of this dirigible did more damage than we thought." Dash ponders, then grins at Mercy, "Despite landing on a squishy Vril Gatling Gunner."

"But, to answer your question, yes I have the device.  Connor and I were sharing sleeping space on the Falcon--which is far smaller than this dirigible--and he'd placed the backpack on top of my steamer trunk.  I assumed he would be coming with us, and thought he might enjoy the distraction of working on it with me, while we sailed.  So I brought it over with my own gear."

Squinting at her cards, Marian continues, So have you had much experience in deceit on the fly? I imagine not having a script would make it trickier. And what of physical danger? I imagine your profession is fairly safe. Mine was too, until I was mixed up with this lot! Hopefully we won’t run into too much trouble but I’d be remiss if I weren’t honest with you about the risks... She winces apologetically.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 116):

Maybelle glanced at her own cards, and replied "Yes, acting is quite safe, and not having a script can make things very tricky."

Cracking the first code book allowed Grimsby to make better and quicker progress on all the others.

These were instructions for the captain of the ship.

It started with him being given command.

There were four operations in Europe, including a trip to Iceland and to Svalbard, both of which involved picking up something called bluish. It also included the captain's report on those trips, both of which were successful but not without some action and a few casualties.

The material was then delivered to the Spot, which, based on travel times, is somewhere in Central Europe.

The next operation was dealing with a problem in Lithuania. A business was being poorly run and the manager needed to retire.

The next operation was Scotland and the removal of Lord Kentigern from the equation. After the mineral was extracted from the land, it was to be taken to an expert in Vanuatu while the finder was going to be a guest at Second. His report covered what you already know happened, though it's interesting to read it from someone else's point of view. Oddly, it wasn't exaggerated or false in any way, but it did hint that some other agency was involved.

The next report wasn't an operation so much as a spontaneous effort, which dealt with rallying some minor agents in Marseilles to stop the interference.

The next operation was in Graustark. There was a problem with the ruler not agreeing to a request and the captain was supposed to solve the problem. It's not specifically stated that Princess Yetive was to be assassinated, but it could be inferred, including the use of explosives.

The next operation was dealing with a passenger on a ship, but it was transferred to the Blackhawk as the Black Talon had a different mission.

That was to go to Bourbony to disrupt the Exposition. The phrasing was 'the Exposition should be spectacularly unsuccessful and those in attendance should be permanently discouraged'. There was no report written for this.

The final operation in the books was to take the finder to Lakshadweep to assess turning one of the submarines into a flying ship that could fly to Mars. And to acquire a submarine to go to Vanuatu.

Further instructions would be given in Vanuatu.

Once Grimsby had deciphered all the coded records from the ship's captain, he asked the others to take a little time from their own activities and listen while he described what he had found.
He passed fairly lightly over the earlier phases of the ship's mission, which some of the party had already been involved in thwarting, and emphasized the last part -- the journey to Lakshadweep and the plan to turn a submarine into a vessel capable to going to Mars. He concluded, "Foiling this plan must now become our next objective. I do not like to think what the Vril could do to our Martian colony if they succeeded in reaching it."
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It had been a few years since Bellgrove had such responsibility for an airship. He had assisted as needed aboard the Falcon, but given that Captain Remi had a proper crew he had not done much. Accordingly, he spent most of his time focused on reminding himself the wisdom of his mentor, Captain Thaddeus Larch, and bringing US Aerial Corps professionalism and rigor to the bridge.

That said, he knows that this is not a one-person job, so anyone who takes an interest in piloting is given a tutorial and then he starts them off with short turn at the helm. With time he increased the term of each Helmsman and focused on navigation. Anyone interested in this duty was given turns depending upon their experience.

If there are no takers to these duties he continues to handle them himself, which means he pretty much sleeps on the bridge.

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 120):

     Like Bellgrove, Dash had taken some opportunity to spend time aboard Remi's airship familiarizing himself with Aeronautical skills.  But, aboard The Falcon, Dash found himself only expanding the skills he'd learned from his background sailing aboard Clipper Ships--re-learning those sailing basics that carry through to duties aboard an airship.

     Aboard the Black Zeppelin, Dash took the opportunity of Bellgrove's tutelage to learn more of the Operational skills on the Bridge, like Piloting and Navigation.  Dash was already a fair hand at Navigation--at sea--and had thought that Navigation would be Navigation, no matter what kind of vessel he was on--and to a degree this was true--but it was damned annoying not being able to see the open sky--day or night--abouve himself, because of the massive Hull Envelope stretching out to all sides over his head. Although, truth be told, Dash did find climbing up, through the Envelope, and opening a hatch on the back of the zeppelin, in order to take navigational sightings, to be quite exhilarating--especially at night.

     And when Piloting an airship, it wasn't just 'Turn to Port' or 'Turn to Starboard'--there was this pesky Altitude thing to constantly remember...and also keeping the ship 'In Trim'--the airship equivalent of Pitch and Yaw--and keeping track of how much Ballast was still on board.  How much Ballast?!  Ballast is just weight that sits at the bottom of the ship, helping to keep an even keel, isn't it?  Why did he need to 'keep track of it'?  *sigh* So many new things to learn...

Since he knows that Bellgrove and Dash are better prepared than he is, Grimsby says, "I will gladly leave the ship to your care, gentlemen, though if you need my assistance in an emergency, I shall do my best to aid you."

Marian will learn a bit about piloting the ship, but more in case of an emergency than an actual desire to take the wheel. She was much too afraid of messing up and plummeting them to earth on accident. She is happy to help in the galley though, running it quite well and pleased to have a less risky way to lend a hand.

Upon hearing Grimsby's breakdown of the Vril, she is quite surprised. Mars! They couldn't be satisfied with taking over one world at a time eh? she notes drily. Considering how large their framework seems to be, I sincerely hope we're not the only ones trying to stop these twits. It always feels like they're so prepared! Even when we succeed we never really seem to stop them do we? she sighs. Well I hope we can stop them before they are able to find a way off this planet. I never have cared for the idea of space. Too empty and cold. She shudders.

Grimsby offers pedantic consolation: "After all, space is not truly dark and empty. Scientists assure us it is filled with luminiferous aether."
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Perhaps that may be true but it’s still cold right? She laughs teasingly. Besides, there’s something about being in a place devoid of oxygen that makes me...unsettled.

Grimsby concedes, "I grant that without oxygen we would not enjoy our explorations very long."

By the time Lakshadweep comes in sight, everyone that wants to learn has a basic skill in operating the ship. You can get it to take off, probably land, turn left, turn right, and keep the ship level, but anything more than that would be a bit beyond you, though you might make a gallant try at it.

Someone can make an analogy with sea-going ship that the vessel doesn't stop on a pence nor does it turn on a pence. The ship can't rotate on its axis to suddenly go in the opposite direction.

It's hoped that at the altitude you are flying no one on the ground is likely to spot the ship until it starts to descend, although if they are expecting the ship... and right about now, too... they might be keeping an eye out for it.


There aren't so many airships plying the skies yet that you can expect an airfield or aerodrome at every major city, but you will find them when getting supplies and news is importance. Clearly, as you approach the archipelago that is Lakshadweep, you can see the military and naval significance of its location, which is why you spot the aerodrome on the main island.

Grimsby says a bit reluctantly, "I suppose we must land at the aerodrome, but I hope we can approach it cautiously without provoking a hostile reaction, either from the Vril or from local authorities who might think we are Vril if they are aware of the Vril and know the Vril are expecting a ship."

Bellgrove was at the Helm as the aerodrome came into view. Turning to Grimsby and whomever else is present, "Are there enough Vril uniforms onboard that we can pass ourselves off? Though, I suppose, there may already be an ambassador of some sort from the Vril already present...

Pausing a bit bashfully, "Or am I forgetting something you all have gathered in your search of this vessel while I was at this post?"

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 129):

     "From what I recall of what you deciphered in the Vril papers, Grimsby, I don't think that the Lakshadweep government is completely under Vril influence." Dash offers up, "A few members of it, maybe.  But, I believe that you said that this ship's Captain had orders to bring Cavor here, and have him then assess the possibility of using his Cavorite, or Wonderflonium, or whatever, to convert a Lakshadweep-built submarine into a vessel capable of interplanetary flight.  And if Cavor thought the project possible, then to look into acquiring a submarine."

     "If the Vril already controlled the Lakshadweep Government, or even controlled the industry that builds their submarines, I don't believe this airship's Captain's orders would have included that bit about 'acquiring' a submarine--they'd already have one lined up."

     "So I don't think we need worry about being recognized as not being the Vril crew of this airship by the local authorities.  I think our greater concern is not being discovered by whatever Vril agents may be in place at Lakshadweep, awaiting the arrival of this ship.  You found papers ordering the former Captain to take command, yes?  The question for us, then, is if that information was passed on to the agents here--meaning that they know the name of the Captain who should be in command--and then we must worry if any Vril here actual know the former Captain, by sight--which would ruin any plan we might put into effect to impersonate him."

     "Actually, can any of us impersonate him?  I think I recall Miss Marian saying the former Captain was German--wasn't he?"

Bellgrove shrugs without turning away from the helm in response to Dash's comment, "Well, I did not mean to suggest that Lakshadweep is under Vril 'control', but it seems likely that the Vril would have an ambassador or representative of some sort, and if so, they might be expecting this ship."

Turning he continues with a suddenly piercing glare and in a crisp tone, "And... Wenn man sich als Kapitän ausgeben muss, um Deutsch zu sprechen und ein Luftschiff zu steuern, dann... Ja, ich glaube, das kann ich."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 131):

Dash turns to Grimsby with a grin.

"By Jove, I believe it's the Vril Captain, come back to haunt us.  Was his name in those papers--or perhaps Miss Marian caught it?"

OOC: Does Grimsby know the captain's name from the papers he decoded? Should he do a roll to find out?

When the captain was stunned by the explosion, and Grimsby and Marian were interrogating him, he mentioned the name Leopold Schoen. And he identified himself as Colonel Schoen to Marian when she'd infiltrated the Vril crew.

But several of the reports he'd written were signed Colonel Theron Schoen.


There were a dozen or so Vril uniforms found on the ship. Uniforms were far more popular at the time, used by everything from schools to telegram delivery men. And though the Vril had no sovereign country that anyone knew of, they seemed to be organized along semi-military lines, and so wore uniforms to signify that.

You do remember seeing additional uniforms scattered around the hangar after the explosion; apparently, not all of them had been loaded onto the ship yet.

"What if we women put on Vril uniforms?" Mercy suggested.

"I don't mean pretend to be Vril men, but Vril women? We'd need to alter them a bit."

"Marian, Maybelle... Are you up for that? Do you think we learned enough at the Vril tent to pass ourselves off as Vril women?"

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 135):

Maybelle thought about it, and decided that she was indeed up for it. It was just another role that required acting, that was all. "Yes, I am."

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 136):

     "That is an excellent idea, Ladies.  Hmmm." Dash gets a thoughtful look for a moment, "From what you've all told us about the Vril Women, they consider themselves in positions of authority over the Men, and the men, at the least, go along with that, even if only as a pretense.  Therefore, if you choose to adopt a Vril Uniform, it should not be a common uniform.  Might I suggest you raid the Colonel's closet and see if he has something like an Officer's style of Jacket.  If he has enough for all of you, plus Bellgrove, excellent.  Otherwise what the Colonel has--had--might be used as a template to modify some other jackets we scrounge up on this ship, for you.  Simply tacking them, to appear custom-fitted, should do for the short term, I'd think."

     "Yes, a fancy, military-style jacket, some kind of matching skirt--say, do you think there would be time to make something like the gauchos worn in Argentina, for all of you?  Those seem appropriately military, for women's wear, to me.  Or do you think it would be possible to discretely wear short pants under your skirts--in case we need to do any running, jumping and climbing--should we need to escape."

     "Then black leather boots and gloves to finish the look...hmmm...I think we can skip any head wear--or, a dark ribbon tying the hair back in a severe-looking manner, maybe?"

     "What do you think, Miss Diggory?  Being more familiar with costuming than the rest of us, do you think this would be effective?" Dash asked, then gave an impish grin, "I merely contemplated what manner of garb, if worn by a woman to one of my Great Aunt's soirees, would set her head to spinning upon her shoulders.  I think that this might cause her head to fly right off."

Grimsby remarked, "If we do find means to dress the ladies as Vril women in officers' roles, then we men must be careful to pay them appropriate deference -- except, perhaps,'Colonel Schoen,' and even he would probably treat them as no less than equals, if not superiors."

"This is a good idea, but...

"Have some of you not made contact with some of these female Vril? Were they wearing uniforms? Should we not base whatever we do on the first-hand experiences we have had? Otherwise, we may create something that seems right to us, but would look outlandish to anyone in the know."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 139):

     "There is that possibility, yes." Dash agrees with Bellgrove, "The Vril Women at Bourbony were out among the public, and their appearance was quite in standing with the fashion of the place and events.  But that Spanish lady scientist we encountered in a much less public venue in Graustark--we assumed she was just an agent in the Vril employ, but she could just as likely have been a Vril Woman--and she was dressed in trousers and lab coat--in an almost man-like manner, in fact.  Although, last I heard, there was a fashion trend going on among the Hidalgas of the Caballero class in both Spain and Mexico to wear pantsuits of a rather mannish appearance."

     Dash pauses at the looks he's getting,

     "What?  Does it seem so odd that I would know something about clothes?" Dash asks, "I do socialize in the better circles of the Bostonian elite, I would remind you--gentlemen of my upbringing are supposed to keep abreast of current gentlemen's fashion.  Plus, Hawkesbury Trading Company deals in clothing--we bring Paris Fashions to New York, and American fashions back to Europe, plus we are one of only a handful of companies introducing the new trousers of Levi-Straus and Company, of San Francisco, outside of the United States.  So I have a working knowledge of clothing and fashion, you know."

Grimsby remarked sardonically, "That is the first I ever heard that there was such a thing as American fashion which attracted favor in Europe, but we are fortunate at all events that you know something of these matters. I have spent much more time on the North West Fromtier than among the ladies of the viceregal establishment in Simla, to say nothing of London."

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 137):

Maybelle had to laugh at that, and replied, "One thing that I've learned from acting is that you must play the role well, or people will instantly see through the disguise. I think this can work, if we play our parts well."

"Well, yes, we made contact with the Vril ladies," Mercy replies to Bellgrove, "and we even had a lesson from them. They weren't really wearing a uniform, just more practical clothes for the lessons they were teaching."

"Now I'm starting to wonder if we were really fooling them. You don't suppose they could read minds, do you?"

"If we are dressed in crew uniforms, those on station in Lakshadweep won't really know if this is something new, some special occasion or just a new quirk of the Vril women."

"Anyway, that's how I read the situation. Not that I'm saying I'm all that good at that, but we can't keep trying to second-guess ourselves all the time."

Oh dear. Back at it again am I? Marian smiles nervously at the suggestion of going undercover for the third time. I'm game for anything the rest of you are. At least I won't be alone this time! We should of course make sure our tattoos are in place and hope they don't ask too many questions. I'll wear just about anything anyone wants, so just consider me your doll for the time being. I am grateful for Miss Diggory. I can lie decently when I have the chance to prepare but you no doubt, will be taking more of the heat off me I'm sure!

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 144):

"You're perfectly welcome, Miss Holroy." Maybelle laughed.

"Oh, yes!" Mercy agreed with Maybelle. "That's what the Sherlock fellow always does. Most of the time it's an extreme... like trying to pretend to be a Royal. If you don't know how to act like one, then they'll see right through you."

"In this case... we don't quite know how to act. We've never actually seen a Vril woman interact with the Vril men."

"I'm guessing we should act rather superior to them, just not too condescending. After all, we're supposed to have this vril power that the men are incapable of mastering."

"So... be commanding, don't let them talk back to you, and never let them question your orders. Does that about sum it up?"

Bellgrove is somewhat taken aback by Dash's sartorial expertise, so he stands there at the helm focusing on piloting and NOT grinning and winking and shouting, 'YAAAS Queen!', because that would be totally anachronistic. And, perhaps, sexist? Demeaning? Empowering? Or something... He is not really certain. That has long been a problem of his, the uncertainty.

His intent had really only to point out that putting the women in uniforms created out of the male uniforms they have found might only make it look weirder to actual Vril if there were any present in Lakshadweep given that as far as they knew there were no female-specific uniforms amongst them, and even if there were whatever the party created might be quite wrong.

Nobody else seems to think that might be a matter to concern themselves with and the ladies seem game, so he just focuses on piloting. That is a certain thing, piloting. It makes him feel better, which is odd, because seconds having passed he really is rather uncertain why he was upset in the first place.

There it is again. Uncertainty, he thinks with a certain resignation. Bellgrove tries to recall what that Austrian chap his father had encouraged him to exchange letters with had said about the state of mind he often found himself beset with in these profound moments of Uncertainty, but, of course, nothing comes to mind and he wonders whether or not he remembered to pack them when he left New York.

Lost in his own thoughts he stands at the helm his lavender eyes scanning the horizon.

     "I don't know." Dash admitted, "Miss Marian, when you played your ruse in the prison cell against that male Vril operative, how did you comport yourself, in order to make him believe you were a Vril Woman operative?  Is what Mercy is saying sound about right?"

Marian nods the affirmative at Dash's question. Yes. Each time I simply acted like I was in charge. I wasn't unpleasant mind you, just confident. I also blamed any ignorance I had on general underlings who had failed to do their part and I also was under stressful circumstances where I could demand answers in a hurry, so the stress of the situation actually helped me. No one had time to second guess my words an I knew just enough correct information to be viable. My worry is a prolonged conversation under calm circumstances would be a great deal harder to pull off. My personal two cents are to be calmly and confidently in charge and try to deflect if you can't answer something. It's worked for me so far. Hopefully I'm not pushing my luck...

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 149):

Maybelle listened to Miss Holroy's account. Her description of how she acted would surely be handy in the near future.

Grimsby commented, "Your method worked well last time, Miss Holroy. I trust it will again. Some of the rest of us may need to be ready to provide distractions so no local Vril has too much time to talk to you at too much length on awkward topics." 

"Lakshadweep isn't a very big place, especially scattered across several islands," Mercy pointed out. "Or are they all concentrated on one island?"

"If they've got some sort of submarine, that might be helpful in spreading them out to other islands."

"Well, in any case, I doubt if there will be more than half a dozen Vril agents on such a remote location... maybe not even that many. If any more were needed, then this ship would have provided them."

"You know, I find it odd that this ship didn't have any of those wings, yet the other Vril ship did. Is it possible that they have an engineer on board that builds them? Or at least services them?"

"Or, maybe, there's a limited supply, and they were just assigned to a specific ship. I'm only mentioning this because it goes to the function of this ship and its crew. I mean, clearly, it doesn't require more than four or five men to crew this ship. So, what were all the others doing on it?"

"Given the nature of the Vril men as we've seen it, this ship was probably carrying some sort of assault team. Doesn't that make sense?"

"So, I'm just saying... we should maybe expect that demand to be put on us. Remember, the order was to acquire a submarine. Maybe the local Vril will expect us to help them get it."

Grimsby smiled grimly and replied, "If the local Vril are hoping for the arrival of an assault
team, we may fulfill that hope, but not in the way they expect."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 153):

     "Actually, Grimsby, I think Mercy may have the right of it." Dash says, frowning, "As I recall, you said that the papers you decoded started with instructions for the Colonel to take command, then to go to Iceland to get some esoteric material--where the Colonel reported engaging in combat and suffering casualties.  That could imply he went to Iceland with troops at his back."

     "Then his next order was to go to one of the Baltic States--Lithuania, wasn't it?  There he was to remove a Vril manager from his position.  Again, I imply from that that the Colonel would have gone to perform such a mission with troops loyal to himself."

     "Next the Colonel was ordered to go to Scotland, to Lord Kentigern's mine site, and there capture both Professor Cavor as well as all the available supply of the ore being mined.  To do that the Colonel would need men--not just soldiers to take control of the mine, but a large number of laborers to move that ore quickly aboard the airship.  Again, an indication that the Colonel should have at least a platoon of men aboard."

     "Everything after that was the Colonel answering calls for assistance, where he just happened to be in the area to respond to.  Marseille, Graustark, Lugaash, Bourbony--while they all may be along a lazy trail to Lakshdweep, the coded papers the Colonel left us state that he was diverted to each to aid with some other Vril operation."

     "And the icing on the cake for Mercy's point is that, of all the things we've found aboard this airship, a bank draft or a chest full of money with which to buy a submarine has not been found.  Either the Vril already at Lakshadweep have those funds, or, as Mercy suspects, this airship is bringing troops to aid in stealing one."

     "Maybe there are already Vril submariners waiting at Lakshadweep, or maybe some of those once aboard this airship had submarine training.  The Colonels orders were to bring Cavor to Lakshadweep, let him assess the possibility of converting a submarine into an interplanetary craft by the use of Cavorite, and then the Colonel was to aid in 'acquiring' a submarine..."

     "Damn it--oh, your pardon, Ladies--but I think I just talked myself out of wanting to go to Lakshadweep.  If neither Cavor nor the expected Vril troops with the Colonel ever show up, then the Vril are thwarted--at least in the short term.  They still have the Cavorite, and they can still acquire a submarine, just at a later time."

     "So, really, the only reason I can think of to continue on to Lakshadweep would simply be to warn the local Rani of the threat of one of her submarines being stolen, and to warn the local British authorities--they are on friendly terms with the Rani--of the same thing."

     "I know we're almost to Lakshadweep, already, but really...why?  We'd run the risk of the Professor falling back into Vril hands, should we choose to interact with the Vril at Lakshadweep.  Can we really take that risk?  Should we?"

     "As much as I'm enjoying all this running around and intriguing, the facts of the matter are that we were only empowered by Lord Kentigern to recover Professor Cavor, and the ore if possible.  That we have uncovered a possibly world-threatening plot by this Vril organization...frankly it concerns me that we are content to have just us--a handful of civilians--pursuing it.  This sounds like something that Government Agents, or the Military should be pursuing."

     Dash grins and rubs the back of his head, "Like I said, it's not that I'm not just as anxious to see the resolution of all this, personally, as the rest of you are--I'm just saying that I think it's starting to get...bigger...than just us.  What happens if the Vril get Cavor, again?  What happens if we fail to stop the Vril?"

     "Grimsby, you're the closest thing among us to any kind of official representative of a government--and I know you've been making reports, whenever we've contacted any of your Governments offices.  But if we were to be taken out of the game by the Vril, do you really think that the British Government, based solely upon what you've reported so far, would be prepared to increase their focus upon the Vril?  Honestly?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 154):

Grimsby replied, "I have no doubt that the Vril colonel started out his expedition with supporting soldiers, or at the very least thugs, but over the course of these encounters we have dealt with a number of them already. I do not know how much of his troubles he has reported to his comrades in Lakshadweep, but even if he minimized his losses I think they would now know that the force he was bringing would be less than originally planned.
While I certainly intend to report in to the British in Lakshadweep,I favor carrying on there as we have planned."
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After his previous snark Bellgrove had focused on the Helm listening but not contributing until Grimbsby makes his point when he finally speaks, "From my perspective Grimsby has the right of it.

"At this point we are the point of anti-Vril activity if only by accident. If we do not at least look in on Lakshadweep and determine the status of their activities and whatnot there then we are effectively taking our eyes off the, erm, 'wheel'.

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 156):

     "Oh, I'm not saying I'm not game to take on the Vril, here at Lakshadweep!  Do not misunderstand me, please." Dash says, "I'm just pointing out that, simply by not showing up at Lakshadweep with Professor Cavor, we will have thwarted the Vril's plot there.  Not stopped it completely, no, but put a temporary halt to it."

     "Getting Cavor to safety would delay them longer--they seem to respect his opinion in matters of applying his new-found material, his Wonderflonium, towards practical engineering issues.  But I am sure that, with or without Cavor's input, the Vril would proceed with their plans.  Eventually."

     "Therefore, what I am actually suggesting is that we might serve the greater end result, not by endangering Cavor just to expose the Vril operation in Lakshadweep, but--now that we have rescued the Professor--that we go after the Cavorite ore.  With both the Professor and the ore recovered from Vril hands, we will have completely spoiled their plans."

     Dash gives a little shrug of his shoulders, "Well, spoil their plans until they get their hands on more of the Professors very rare ore, that is."

     "Now, thanks to Grimsby's hard work at translating the late Colonel's papers, we know that the ore was sent ahead to a place where Cavor was to eventually catch up to it--that place being called 'Vanuatu'.  To my ear, that sounds like a Polynesian or Melanesian word--so I thought it might be an island in the South Pacific.  While not the best navigator, I do know how to read a map..." Dash gestured towards the small navigation table at the back of the control cabin, "I couldn't find any island with the exact name of 'Vanuatu', but I did find something close--an island in the New Hebrides chain, north-east of Australia, in a small island group called the Banks Islands.  The island is called 'Vanua Lava'."

     Again Dash gives the little shrug of his shoulders, "I don't speak Polynesian, so I don't know if 'Vanuatu' could be a location on the island of 'Vanua Lava', or if it's someplace else entirely.  My only exposure to anything Polynesian has been on visits to the islands of Hawaii.  For that matter, this 'Vanuatu' Vril base could even be somewhere in the Hawaiian Islands, for all I know."

     "That's the only downside to avoiding going to Lakshadweep--we know we need to go to this 'Vanuatu' to recover the ore, but we don't know exactly where 'Vanuatu' is.  But there is no guarantee we can get that information from the Vril at Lakshadweep, either.  Really, that's all we would want to accomplish at Lakshadweep, now--get the location of 'Vanuatu'.  Well, and expose the Vril that are Lakshadweep, of course.  I suppose."

"I think you have the right of it as far as 'Vanautu' goes. Our British cousins call the islands New Hebrides," replies Bellgrove with a significant look at Grimsby.

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 158):

     "Really?" Dash asks, "I mean, I get the Hebrides reference, of course, and I'm personally not all that familiar with the south pacific islands, but I have a vague recollection about hearing that the New Hebrides island chain was under French administration."

     And Dash also turns a significant look towards Grimsby.


OOC: ^_^

Grimsby replied carefully, "The New Hebrides were originally settled chiefly by British subjects from Australia,  but of late they have had more French settlers than British. I understand there are negotiations looking towards the formation of an Anglo-French Condominium, but I believe that as of yet there has been no formal agreement. I daresay the instability may provide an opportunity the Vril find attractive." 
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Marian listens with a frown, seeing both sides of the debate and amused as they descend into more particular points. She never felt the need to pick up a travel pamphlet with her comrades and their vast knowledge about. Instead she waits patiently for a decision to be reached. Writing about adventures was one thing, but knowing the best way to go about them was quite another. They hadn't led her astray so far, so she puts her faith in them reaching the best conclusion, whatever that may be.

"Ah, yes, the Pandemonium," Professor Cavor says as he enters the room. "Since you seem to be discussing my fate, it seems only fair that I have a say in it."

"Having fallen into Vril clutches once already, I can assure you that I have no intention of doing so again! I have never had any intention of aiding these Vril cultists... certainly not voluntarily. Even if they forced me, I would do everything in my power to sabotage their efforts."

"I was not aware that they wanted me to use the wonderflonium to make a submarine fly! I can't say for certain, but I believe that is possible. Though, it makes me wonder who could have conceived of that idea. Wonderflonium isn't a quite new discovery, and I was certainly under the impression that I was the only one that knew about its gravity repulsion properties."

"As for Vanuatu, yes, it is a Melanesian word that means 'islands in the sun'. So, no, there is no island actually named Vanuatu, but, instead, it designates the country. It's not official yet, but with the establishment of the Codominium, natives of the islands had no nationality since they were barred from becoming citizens of either power."

"I was there last year. There was a report that cavorite had been found. Turned out it was on Grande Terre in the Desolation Isles. It would have been harder to reach than Scotland, so that's why I was visiting Lord Kentigern."

In reply to Prof. Cavor (msg # 162):

Maybelle was quite delighted to meet the Professor, and found him quite interesting.

In reply to Maybelle Diggory (msg # 163):

     "Well, then, Professor, as it is your safety we are discussing, after all," Dash says to the elder scientist, "What would be your preferred course of action?  Would you rather we return you to safety with Lord Kentigern, back in Scotland--or would you rather continue on with us in the attempt to prevent the Vril from perverting your discoveries to their own, evil ends?"

     "I assure you, Professor, that whatever you decide, I feel confident in saying that for most of us here, the fight against the Vril will go on.  It will for me, at least.  I'm only asking if you feel it to be the better course of action to remove yourself from the possibility of recapture by the Vril, versus the obvious benefit you would provide to us on the front lines of the fight.  I see great advantage for our side in both actions, and so seek your counsel."

Marian nods in agreement with Dash. Yes. Whatever you choose I will respect Professor. But I most certainly will keep on fighting too. Please don't let that pressure you though! The benefits of keeping you out of enemy hands versus someone such as me is substantial. I understand not wanting to risk such capture. It may well be the wiser path.

Grimsby remarked, "If Professor Cavour prefers not to go to Lakshadweep, I can probably arrange for him to be placed in the care of British representatives who can see that he returns to Britain safely."
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Having said his piece Bellgrove continues to listen from the helm.

"Well, I'm not sure there's any cavorite left to mine in Scotland," Cavor replies. "With such stalwart allies, I would much prefer thwarting these Vril whenever we can."

"Do you really know what these Vril actually want?"

Grimsby replies "I applaud your courage, Professor Cavor. If you are ready to go to Lakhsadweep, I am ready to escort you."

"Aside from world domination or some such nonsense?", Bellgrove says in response to the Professor's question.

Pausing, "You know, the Professor asks a good question. Do we really have a certain idea of what the Vril are after given not only the interactions we have had with them, but the coded materials we have found?"

You know, I really just assumed this whole time they were megalomaniac madmen. That may well be true but it does seem awfully...simple. How silly of me not to wonder more about it. Everyone knows the best villains in books have sturdy motivations! Honestly, I just wish I could have studied with the female Vril a bit longer. I have a feeling their insights could have proven useful if I could have gotten them to trust me.

Grimsby remrks thoughtfully, "Well, trying to rule the world has worked quite well a a motivation for most of the Great Powers for the last few centuries, ever since it became technologically possible. Perhaps the Vril have a more sophisticated motivation, but it is not really necessary. I do have the impression that they --particularly the ladies --may believe the world would be better off under their management, but that belief is also hardly unique."

Yes, power for the sake of power is valid enough, Marian nods. But from a writer's standpoint it's been done to death! she laughs. I suppose it's a classic for a reason though. My own questioning about their motivation comes from their willingness to die for their cause. If it's solely to gain control and power, why are so many of them willing to die for it? You can't have power if you're dead. My theory is there is some kind of belief system involved perhaps. Some kind of faith or thinking of superiority or larger cause they truly believe in, even if it's just some charismatic leader we've yet to discover. There has to be some factor, some motivation other than simply wanting to rule the world for that sake alone that makes all these lower officers so rabidly loyal. Though I could be wrong of course. Still, I believe in the past when you've tried to question them, they've attempted to take their own lives have they not? It's all very interesting.

ooc: If I'm remembering wrong just let me know and I'll edit the post! But didn't they take poison or something in the past to avoid questioning? It's been a while....

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 173):

Ooc: Yeah, they did do that.

"Well, even fairly straightforward conquerors could inspire devotion --look at Napoleon, for instance, though I suppose he thought he was also spreading the '"enlightened" modern French reforms as well." Grimsby responded.

"The premise of that Vril book was that the powers the Vril women have made them better able to 'lead'... though I think they meant 'rule' over the rest of the world," Mercy suggested.

"Yes, some of the Vril agents did take poison so that they wouldn't talk. It was the ones in Marseilles, wasn't it?"

"We kept the ones in Bourbony from doing the same."

"As I understood it from the information we do have... all these assassination attempts... they are trying to create world anarchy... plunge the world into a vast war and then they'll rebuild it from the ashes."

"I think that's their ultimate goal, but it does seem as if they have a bunch of other schemes going all at the same time. Didn't put all their eggs in one basket, as it were."

Grimsby comments "That seems a fair summary of what we now of the Vril's goals so far. But how shall we foil their plans?""

Marian nodded, listening in agreement. Yes, anarchy and rebuilding sounds about right. They've certainly created trouble enough already. Napoleon is a good point Grimsby. My thought is there has to be some kind of leader or hierarchy that we can perhaps target. Someone has to be organizing all this, and it wouldn't surprise me if it were the women in some form or another. I imagine finding out those responsible would be...difficult though. And not likely gleaned by questioning alone; too loyal for that. A pity this ship has not revealed more to us. But then it's probably not something one would find lying around anyway. she adds with a dry smile.

"Pardon me for saying so if I'm wrong," Cavor says, "but I think you are already doing what you need to do."

"After all, you... well, we, now... are only eight in number. Our resources are limited. If I understand Grimsby here, correctly, he's already reported the Vril to the authorities. So, that means they are either working on the problem as well or else they don't believe anything you told them."

"In any case, it's all local. Lord Kentigern is aware of them, and will no doubt have started something."

"Those in Bourbony know about the Vril. How much can they do, though?"

"So, what you're doing is good. Disrupt any of their plans that you can find. If you do that enough, not only will you delay this anarchy from coming, but it may cause a disruption in their heirarchy... and they may come looking for you."

Bellgrove smiles, unusually, at the Professor's words, "I dare say that you all hear the Professor speaking the words I ought to have a few moments ago.... Thank, you, sir!

"Our advantage has been that the Vril knew little about us, so we were by accident as well as strategy able to rescue the esteemed Professor and muck up so many of their schemes up to this point.

"The bad news is that to some extent they are now quite aware of us. If we take time away from continuing to disrupt them they will have time to recover and not only alter their plans but better counter us."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 180):

Grimsby added, "I quite agree that we must press on to keep the Vril off-balance, and I think that will mean doing whatever we can to frustrate their plans for Lakshadweep."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 180):

Maybelle laughed at that, and thought the Professor was quite interesting. He certainly has quite a wealth of knowledge, to be sure. Far more then she might have.

"That's the way I'd do it!" Mercy says. "Keep one step ahead of them."

"Just because telegraphs exist doesn't mean the whole world has them yet. Based on that, the Vril in Lakshadweep may not yet know about their ship. For that matter, the way things happened, the Vril anywhere may not know that we have the ship. Heck, they may not even know who we are... or that we exist."

"We've just been running around willy nilly, going wherever the wind takes us. Admittedly, that wind is of Vril make, but even they don't seem to know where it blows."

"The real issue is whether the Vril women have any... well, psychic abilities... such as long range telepathy or precognition. If the former, then they would be able to warn the other Vril. If the latter, then they would probably know where we are going."

"I'm not saying I believe they have these abilities, but that could be what we're sailing into."

"We still have to do it, though. Otherwise, we just give up and go home."

GRmsby commented,"The Vril woman in Bourbony appeared to be relying on purely mechanical, if advanced, methods of communication, so I hope the Vril have not yet developed their psychic abilities."
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Marian nods at Mercy's concerns. Yes. My heart tells me there is far more to the Vril women than meets the eye. I don't know if it's necessarily supernatural either, but they are hiding something. If I ever get a chance to infiltrate them again...Oh I'm just so curious! she shakes her head with a laugh.

Grimsby comments, "Courage and curiosity are both valuable qualities in a British agent --which you seem to be, for the moment."

Marian grins, laughing at the comment. Well thank you! Too bad that's about all I have to offer! But I muddle through with help from the rest of you. Thank goodness others know what they're doing!

"Well, muddling through is also said to be a British tradition." Grimsby responded.

OCC: I am not sure how early that concept orginated.

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 188):

     "Well, I may not be British," Dash says, shrugging his shoulders, "but I managed to muddle my way through the War in Cuba without catching a Spanish bullet, so why should I stop now?"

     "Alright, then, let us continue on to Lakshadweep, where we shall make an effort to disrupt the Vril plans, there.  We'll continue with the plan, hoping none of the Vril there knows Colonel Theron Schoen, personally--and we'll try to pass Bellgrove off as the Colonel.  I believe, with the Ladies, here, impersonating Vril Women and acting to 'support' the Colonel's decisions and orders, we can likely pass this off."

     "Now, as I mentioned to you, earlier, Professor, we shall have to ingratiate ourselves with the Lakshadweep Vril, and that will mean exposing you to them.  Possibly even handing you over to their keeping--temporarily, of course."

     Dash pauses a moment, as he considers an idea.

     "Alright, please check my thinking, here, everyone, as I lay out the situation, again.  We didn't find any large amounts of money, or bank drafts, or anything like that aboard this airship, so unless the Vril at Lakshadweep have such funds, we assume that they are expecting the Colonel..." Dash gestures towards Bellgrove, "...to be bringing men with him, aboard this airship, with which to steal a submarine.  But only after Professor Cavor has been...enticed...to make a survey of a submarine, and determine the feasibility of converting a submarine into a flying vessel with his wonderflonium^TM"

     "Okay, then.  If we were to assume that this is the situation we are flying into, then I believe our course of action should be something along these lines..."

     "The Lakshadweep Vril are expecting the arrival of this airship; they are watching for it.  In the papers Grimsby decoded, there were no specific orders to land undetected, so we can assume landing at the aerodrome is expected.  It follows, then, that once we arrive, we shall be met by Lakshadweep Vril representatives.  Bellgrove will impersonate Colonel Schoen.  The Ladies..." Dash gestures towards all the women,

     "The presence of Vril Women should prove to be a surprise to the Lakshadweep Vril, yes?  Their presence we can explain two ways--first, that this operation is so important it warrants, quote, 'Women's supervision', unquote, and if asked for further detail, you Ladies can just arrogantly state that the local Vril do not need to know why, they just need to obey and follow the plan as already laid out."

     "As I see it, the only thing that might upset this plan would be if there is a Vril Woman in charge, here at Lakshadweep.  Such a person could prove to be quite an annoyance, if she starts asking questions..." Dash suddenly snaps his fingers and turns to point at Grimsby.

    "Grimsby, old chap, I truly hate making these stereotypical assumptions, but...how are your Forgery skills?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 189):

Maybelle was quite surprised at that little comment, and asked Grimsby, "You can forge?"

From the helm comes a question, "Isn't it possible that the Vril have been in negotiation with Theron Ziff or Rani Kocha Varsa for a submarine rather than coming to steal one?

"I mean, it does not seem to me that this ship was set up to perform the mission you are suggesting it should be. So... Would it not make more sense to land a team and do some inquiry into matters? See whether or not there is an official or unofficial Vril presence, and whatnot, before landing and putting on a performance that may not work because those for whom we are performing our parts already know the folks we are playing?"

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 191):



     Dash quickly turns to Maybelle, making hand gestures as if clearing off an imaginary tabletop,

     "Oh, no, Miss Diggory, please don't misunderstand me!" Dash says urgently, a flush coming to his sea-tanned New Englander cheeks.

     "As he has explained, before, Mr. Baskerville is a Colonial Agent for the British Government and, you see, in American penny dreadful novels, such persons always tend to be exaggerated and represented as being trained spies, you see." Dash explains, "And while I do not believe that Mr. Baskerville, here, is any such type of person, that is the stereotype, where I come from.  And, to date, Mr. Baskerville, as a functionary of Her Britannic Majesty, has been able to get the assistance and aid of other British officials during our actions against these Vril rapscallions."

     "So, you see, my question regarding Mr. Baskerville's skills, really, was meant half in jest.  But..." Dash now turns a sheepish grin towards Grimsby, "Well...one never really knows, unless one asks, yes?"

Grimsby shrugs, "British penny dreadfuls tend to exaggerate the skills of British agents even more than American ones, if possible. I make no great claims for my skills as a forger, but i believe I could contrive something fairly convincing in the way of an imitation of handwriting of which I had sufficient samples. We have plenty of Vril writing on hand, but unfortunately it seems to be chiefly written by the Vril who were aboard this craft, not their superiors. Just what were you thinking of having me forge, Mr. Hawkesbury?"

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 193):

     "Well, I was thinking--just as a precaution!--that you should copy those orders that Colonel Schoen got regarding 'replacing' the Vril Manager in Lithuania--only you re-write it to order the 'replacement' of the Manager, here in Lakshadweep.  Write it without mentioning names, just use the Rank or Title used in the original Order.  Then, if whoever is in charge in Lakshadweep starts asking too many questions, 'Colonel Schoen'..." Dash points at Bellgrove,

     "...Can produce the Order, accuse the local Vril Leader of--oh, I don't know, how about 'Obstructionist Activity, holding back the current Operation'?--and we can then place one of our own 'Vril Women' in charge.  Maybe Miss Marian?"

     "As for your concerns, Bellgrove," Dash adds, "You are correct, I believe.  The decrypted orders for the Colonel only give the vague instruction that he is to 'assist in acquiring' a submarine.  Now, as I said before, we didn't find any money aboard this airship, so the only resources that the Colonel would have to 'assist' with would either be his own sparkling personality, or the men that he commanded."

     "But you are right--it's entirely possible that the advance Vril group already at Lakshadweep has the resources to buy, or trade for, a submarine with them, and that they only await Professor Cavor's assessment to finalize the deal.  For all we know, Colonel Schoen's men could have been trained to operate the sub--or were to be trained to operate it--after the deal was done, and that is the 'assistance' he was to provide."

     "What I suggest we do about that is to inform the local Vril, when we meet them, that the Colonel has orders to keep his men out of sight, hidden aboard the airship, until the deal is done and the submarine is 'ours'--or they are needed to seize the submarine.  The Colonel is to do this so that the Lakshadweep officials won't know we brought such an armed force into their country, should the deal not go through."

     "But, of course, all of us loyal Vril expect the deal to happen." Dash says with a grin.

     "With Bellgrove, and his command of the German language, taking on the role of Colonel Schoen, I think Grimsby and myself should assume roles as the 'body guards' for the Professor--we will always stay within arms reach of him and look menacing.  Miss Marian and Miss Maybelle, you two should assume roles as the leading Vril Women--overseeing the mission and 'sharing' command with the Colonel.  Miss Mercy, you, too, will assume the role of a Vril Woman, but you shall be a Technical Expert, here to watch over Professor Cavor and ensure that he does not attempt to fool his Vril Masters."

     "Professor, we shall need you to act in a manner that portrays a grudging acceptance of the inevitability of your servitude to the Vril.  It wouldn't be normal if you didn't have some resentment of your situation as their unwilling servant, but you should behave as if, over the past several days--since you were kidnapped in Scotland--you have been abused, drugged, and just generally beaten down in spirit, until you've agreed to do as the Vril tell you to do."

     "We will protect you as best we can, of course, but you have to understand that, to make this plan believable, we may have to allow you to suffer some at the hands of the real Vril--verbal and mental abuse, at the least, perhaps some minor physical abuse, as well.  But I promise you, we'll not allow anything like a real beating, or any mortal injury!"

     "I'll give up the plan and just start shooting every Vril in sight, before I'll allow anything like that!  I swear!"

"I like Bellgrove's idea about landing a scouting party first," Mercy adds. "I mean, it makes a lot of sense."

"Unfortunately there's a slight flaw in that plan--how did they get to the island without anybody knowing about it? It's not like we can just walk into town."

"I suppose we could land at night, try to sneak around, and if we get spotted, claim that we were dropped off by boat."

"I'm sure Grimsby can come up with a reasonable explanation for why we are there. Survey? Assessing defenses?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 194):

Grimsby smiles coldly and says "I believe I can look as menacing as necessary -I trust the professor will understand that it is all a subterfuge."

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 195):

"'Assessing defenses' sounds reasonable to me" Grimsby commented,"Though I cannot be sure it will sound reasonable to the Vril."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 197):

     "Yes, it's one of those 'damned if you do' and 'damned if you don't' situations." Dash says, nodding in agreement with Grimsby, "Pardon my language."

     "The knowledge that we might gain from a reconnaissance would be quite valuable--especially if we could discover, ahead of time, if the Vril on Lakshadweep are operating openly, or not, or if we could discover to what level, if any, the Vril may have insinuated themselves into the local power structure of Lakshadweep politics."

     "I mean, if the Rani of Lakshadweep is in the Vril pocket, no matter what we might do or even prove, the Rani will always side with them.  If the Rani is a Vril puppet, it would take something like a..." Dash pauses, then grimaces at Grimsby

     "It would take something like an intervention from one of the Great Powers--like a force of British Troops sent down from India--to remove the Vril influence from the place."

     "Besides, this airship is huge!  And the engines are quite loud, on the outside.  Ye-e-e-s...the hull envelope is black, but to make a stealthy approach to land someone on the island, we'd also have to shut down those noisy engines--and when we do that, we lose most of our motive power.  Right, Bellgrove?  The rudders, without engines, only give us a small bit of control--this airship is basically just a big balloon, floating with the winds, without the engines pushing it forward."

     "And, as much as I'd love to get some advance information, before we get to Lakshadweep, it would likely take even a group of us several days to gather all the knowledge we'd like to have--and the longer any of us stay on the island, before the airship makes it's official arrival, the greater the chance that someone might be seen, or even be caught--and that would ruin he plan."

     "And then we're back to my previous suggestion of--we ruin the Vril plans by simply not bringing Professor Cavor to Lakshadweep."

     Dash sighs and rests his chin on his fist, in the classic 'Thinkers' pose,

     "If only there was some way we could get all the information we need swiftly--like in a single night..."

Marian listens thoughtfully to all the suggestions thrown about. Her heart skips a beat in fear when Dash mentions her posing as the leader, but she forces it still, nodding quietly. I suppose you're right, no matter what course we choose we're going to fall short in some areas. I suppose it all depends on how convincing you think we can be without gleaning more information first. That said, I imagine Miss Diggory ought to pose as the leader and I her second in command. I'm not trying to shirk my duties understand, and I'm perfectly happy to act the part should you all wish it, but seeing as how she is an accomplished actress, she may have even better luck than I have had so far. She glances at the woman to see what she makes of the idea. Of course it is only a thought...

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 198):

Grimsby responded "Granting there are dangers both ways, I still prefer the risks involved in actually appearing in Lakshadweep --I think we have a better chance of learning the Vrils' plans and thwarting them that way."

Bellgrove adds, "I appreciate your points, Dash, but I agree with Grimsby. Also, To Marcy's point, putting down one or two of us to investigate might be useful. We've got a life boat we could drop them off in and if anyone asks they could say that they were in a private vessel that sunk, if they have to explain themselves. We could then land at the aerodrome a day or so later.

"Regardless of what our away team discovers once we land if the Vril have established themselves officially and/or the Rani is expecting Vril visitors we would quickly receive an invitation to his Court. If we land and do not find such an invitation we'll discover that all the preparation for the role play scheme you're suggesting will be a waste and, indeed, could actually work against us depending upon how things lay in Lakshadweep.

"So, I suppose I'm suggesting that we split the difference, if you will and put into play an inquiry while preparing our theater."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 201):

     "I agree, I agree!" Dash chuckles, raising his hands in surrender, "I was just hoping we could think of something to offset the danger of discovery--because I don't think that the gathering of all the information we'd like to have will be a quick endeavor."

     "So, now we have to determine who will go on a scouting mission.  I would suggest that it not be you, Bellgrove--because should it appear that our plan has some chance of success, it is you who shall play the part of Colonel Schoen, and the Colonel is too prominent a part of our Vril command structure to chance that someone might realize they'd seen him on the island prior to the airship arrival."

     "Miss Diggory's acting skills might work well, as she could disguise herself, and appear quite different, later--but, being new to this enterprise, would you know everything we need to discover?  I also feel the same holds true for you, too, Miss Rosabelle.  Also, unfortunately Misty, I fear your stature and energetic personality may shine through any disguise, so my opinion is you, too, should stay here."

     "That just leaves myself, Miss Marian, and Grimsby to consider going in for...wait..."

     Dash pauses, looking upwards--obviously trying to remember something.

     "Grimsby..." Dash finally says, "Do you have any issues with heights?"

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 192):

"No need to worry. I can assure you that I do not misunderstand you." Maybelle assured Denholm.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 199):

Maybelle shrugged lightly. "I do not mind. And if it works-" She did hope it would work.

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 202):

Grimsby shrugs. "Heights? I have been over the Himalayas a few times, and after walking down a mountain path a yard wide with a cliff on one side and drop of a few thousand feet on the other, to say nothing of a mad lama dancing in front of me invoking his pet demons, I think I can say I have overcome any fear of heights I might have had before I entered Her Majesty's service."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 205):

     "What about dropping you from the airship on two-hundred feet of rope?" Dash asks.

     "I just had an idea--middle of the night, we drift over Lakshadweep, somewhere remote, with you dangling from a rope.  As we approach a beach, you drop off, then make your way to the office of whoever is the highest British Official on the island, and get the information we need from them."

     "Meanwhile, we drift off, re-start the engines when it seems safe, then circle back.  We hold position just off shore and watch for a signal from you--I'm thinking, maybe, you climb up onto the roof of the British Consulate, or whatever, with a signal lantern and flash us a signal.  I'm thinking just set out the lamp so we can follow it in, if everything is okay, but that you actually flash a signal to give us a message."

     "Off the top of my head, I can only think of three messages that might be important.  One would be that you're ready for pick up, but you suspect something, so we should be careful.  Another message would be that you've been captured, and we should hide for a while, before try to rescue you. The final message would be to simply run for the nearest British or American military post and report what's happened.  Any other signal would just be your captors trying to lure us in."

     "I think that we might get all the information we need in just one night, this way.  But only Grimsby, with his credentials, would be able to do it.  And even if he is spotted, he could always just stay hidden on the airship, if we proceed with the plan."

     "I hate that you'd be going in without someone watching your back, Grimsby, but...there it is.  What's everyone think?"

"Could we not simply lower a lifeboat into the sea off the coast and let whomever our team is paddle it onto shore?

"Granted, this would add time to the entire process, so, if we do this we would add an extra 12-24 hours to our landing time at the aerodrome.

"In the meanwhile, if their 'ship' has sunk, why would they have their passports? This would be an excellent reason to have Grimsby lead that team as he could go to the British embassy and with his contacts and whatnot get them to cover for him and whomever is with them."

OOC: Bellgrove, being a relatively experienced Aeroship officer, should have an idea whether or not these vessels do carry life rafts of some sort, so if I, THE PLAYER, am really off on this point then, mea culpa, I'll edit this post! ;)

In reply to Denholm Hawkesbury (msg # 206):

GRimsby remarked, "I am willing to seek out the British consul, whether by rope or by boat, though I admit boat wold be more agreeable. However, regarding your three messages, I doubt very much that I could send the second one saying I had been captured -- I doubt my captors would let me send messages. Or are you thinking of my having someone else along, at least following me to see my fate?"

Bellgrove clears his throat uncomfortably, "Well... To clarify, Grimsby, I was only suggesting that were you part of the Inquiry Team that we might send you in without identification and then you might use your influence as an agent of the Empire to deal with the problem of not having id on your persons if someone of authority was concerned about that. This would give you latitude in creating your roles, you see...

"Otherwise, I do see your point. Whom else will join our Inquiry Team? It seems to me that if there was at least one other, erm, lady, then you might pretend as if you are a couple and as such gain more empathy, if required."

Marian listens, trying to follow the back and forth of the plans, which seemed to be changing every few seconds at this rate! Luckily they seemed to be narrowing things down, unfortunately at the expense of her once again leading another charade. Oh well, the last ones hadn't gone too badly had they? Apart from nearly being blown up of course but that was hardly her fault.

At Dash's suggestion she gives what she hopes is a pleasant nod. Yes. That makes sense. I know more of the Vril, of course. Just let me know the finalities when you reach them as well as any specifics of my cover story. You've been helpful with that in the past and I wouldn't be surprised if you were so again. she adds with a grin.

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 209):

Grisby responded cautiously, "Our lady companions have shown themselves very competent in the past, but I am not sure it would be best if one came with me as a...couple. At least until I have reached the British consulate, we might go separately, so that she could report back if something untoward befell me. If she did see me reach the consulate safely, she could appear there shortly thereafter, and I could vouch for her to the consul's staff."

"Erm... I think I have been misunderstood, though, perhaps it does not really matter, but let me clarify and then I am happy to let the Inquiry Team do as they will.

"My suggestion of you going to the consulate, Grimsby, was an option if the authorities stopped you. That is, if the Inquiry Team needed to defend their story of being Britishers who had lost their vessel. A forlorn couple might be more convincing than a lone rogue, eh?

"Aside, from that it seems to me that if no one wishes to volunteer for this 'Team' it would be something that a 'Colonial Agent' might do well enough on his own whether or not you opt to visit the consulate."

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 212):

     "Wha--are you saying that you think this...Inquiry Team...should go ahead to Lakshadweep and mingle with the general populace to get the reconnaissance information we want?" Dash demands, goggle-eyed, of Bellgrove.

     "That they should wander around the areas that interest us--Government House, the Submarine Construction Yard, Hotels where European Vril operatives might reside--there to subtly gather information.  Then, when finished with this reconnoiter, to just 'slip away' and rendezvous with us?"

     Dash frowns and shakes his head,

     "Look, I am not saying that that is not a good plan for scouting ahead--in fact I am actually saying that it is a rather good plan.  However, my objection to it is that our numbers are so small, that whoever participates in the scouting mission, will have to turn around and also be a member of the main mission to infiltrate the Vril operation and bust it up.  And even disguised, I do not like the odds that the person, or persons, who will have spent time wandering around Lakshadweep and it's citizens while scouting, may not be recognized afterwards by some sharp-eyed or clever-minded Vril."

     "That was why I suggested Grimsby try to sneak into he British Embassy, or Consulate, or whatever presence the British have in Lakshadweep--get to the Station Chief quickly, being seen by as few people as possible--then just get all the information from Embassy sources.  That is what they do at Embassies and Consulates, don't they?  They make records of the doings of the locals, keep an eye on the Interests of their own Governments, keep track of local political dealings, things of that nature, yes?  That's what all the novels say, anyway."

     "If we had more people--people who could stay behind when we move to infiltrate the Vril, I would whole-heartedly support sending a small group ahead to scout amid the populace.  In fact, Bellgrove, as a Reporter for a major American Newspaper, I would think you the ideal man to send ahead to sniff out the information we need."

     "But, as I said just a moment ago, you are more important to us as our counterfeit Colonel Schoen, so I do not think we should dare risk you being seen now, then possibly recognized, later."

     "With Grimsby going alone to the British, it would be just one man--disguised, I think--going to one location, meeting as few people as possible, for just one night.  While I had advocated against trying to fly the airship stealthily over the community before, that was when I believed that we might be trying to drop several of us to the ground, and then have the airship wait for our return.  However, if we just pass over the Consulate with the wind--or, maybe even with the engines barely turning over--pausing only long enough to lower Grimsby, then we move away.  I believe that that would reduce the chances of being seen."

Bellgrove is taken aback by his American cousin's explosion and responds with a blank look, "Well, yes, I meant precisely what I said... And I did not mean to offer myself for the Inquiry team as even if I am not the likeliest to play the Colonel I am the only one with the ability to actually pilot this aeroship.

"It does seem to me that floating over the city with or without our engines is going to be rather ominious depending upon the amount of aero traffic they are experiencing. This is why I suggested that we could let them off in a life raft and Grimsby and whomever joins him might then row themselves ashore with the excuse of having been on a sunken sail boat. They take say, 48 hours, to determine what they can about the Rani's relation to the Vril and whether or not there is a Vril presence and when we land they get to us before anyone else can with a report -- they'll know the when to expect us so ought to be able to make it to the aerostrip before anyone else...."

He pauses, "But it does not seem that I am contributing much useful. Grimsby in an experienced agent and if one of you ladies wish to accompany him it seems to me that you've each had sufficient experience in the world to handle it."

"Well, I think you may be over-thinking the whole thing," Mercy suggests.

"From the guidebook, it doesn't sound like Lakshadweep is all that developed. It's a strategic refueling site, sure, but that doesn't always translate into Civilization As We Know It."

"The book mentions submarines, but just how big are they? How reliable? Can it even sink a ship? It's possible that the Colonel was only expected to get the plans for a submarine, or possibly see if the damn thing even works!"

"As for a Government House, I think you'll find it's a grass hut."

"And just how many Vril do you think are there? There were only two in Graustark... well, two that we know of. I'm sure there must have been more in London than the two we killed. And, what? There were maybe half a dozen in Bourbony. But it's a well-developed country."

"I'd say observe the place at night in the dark where we can remain out of sight to get a lay of the land, and then land in the morning."

Grimsby comments, "As the local culture (judging by the names and titles)seems to resemble that of our Indian Empire, I would expect the Rani to have something better than a grass hut --probably a palace as splendid as the local exchequer will support. I am quite willing to go in and get in touch with the British Consulate for further information. If one of the ladies truly wishes to accompany me, very well, though I would not wish her to take the risk unless it seems truly useful."

Marian listens to the back and forth with a frown. So many possibilities, and none of them perfect. I am putty in your hands gentlemen. Put me where you wish me and I'll give it my best. she smiles.

"That's all well and good, Grimsby, but you haven't answered the question of how you are going to get down!" Mercy says.

"Are you planning to jump?"

"Is there even a consulate there? They've declared independence. What does that mean locally? For that matter, did the Vril have a hand in that? What if the consulate is a Vril agent? What if the Rani is one?"

"For that matter, do we even want to land on the capitol island? There are a lot of islands there. Shouldn't be fly over them and spot which ones are inhabited?"

"Damn guide only lists which ones are there. No details on what is there."

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 218):

Grimsby replied, "A British Consulate does exist in Lakshadweep, and I would be astonished if the consul proved to be a Vril agent -- as for the rani, who knows? She might like their notions of womanly power. But I still think the capital island is the best option. It offers the best chance of finding out what is really going on. I expect the outlying islands are little more than homes of fisherfolk or possibly pearl divers.
As far as getting shore goes, I believe the notion was that I --and perhaps a companion -- would be lowered into a small boat and go ashore that way, without revealing our connection with the flyer."

"Quite so, Grimsby, on both counts. We shall lower you and whomever goes with you in a life raft and you'll row ashore.

"No one has volunteered and some of us have duties that will keep us here, so I suppose that means you'll be on your own..."

Looking around the group from the Helm Bellgrove continues, "Unless I have misunderstood? Is there anyone else who has no already confirmed duty that would like to undertake this mission with our Ranger here?"

"Marian could go," Mercy suggests.

"Of all of us, she's the one with the best credentials. She's a famous writer who's looking for information for her next novel. Not unreasonable for her to be in the company of Grimsby as her guide."

Marian arches a brow. So go as myself then? I could do that. And if you're looking for some connection to me, my late husband was in the military. It would be an easy stretch to say you are an old friend of his, she shrugs uncertainly. It was one thing to come up with some daring do plot to a novel, but when real lives were at stake she found her creativity somehow lacking. How bothersome.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 222):

Grimsby responded,"I would be honored by your company, Mrs. Holroy, if you are truly willing to go. If I am to pose as a friend of your late husband's, I hope you will provide a brief resume of his career, so I can appear tolerably familiar with the life of my friend."

IC:

Marian nods at the question. His military career was pretty standard I should think. He was quiet and well liked and worked his way up the ranks to a major. He would travel overseas on occasion, to India and Africa a time or two, but generally stayed in England for the most part. Unfortunately, he died three years ago. Cancer of the jaw, her voice catches then and she looks down at her feet. It was. Awful.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 224):

Maybelle gave the other girl her condolences. Cancer of the jaw, how terrible, indeed.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 224):

Rosabelle had been listening quietly to all of the back and forth. As one of the newest members of the group, she felt ill-equipped to contribute much to the plans. If she were to play one of the Vril women, she should not participate in the reconnaissance part of the mission. She also realized that she would likely have to leave Thorn behind again. He was far too identifiable and far to valuable to her to risk unnecessarily.

Upon Marian's revelation of the loss of her husband, Rosabelle couldn't help a tear slipping down her own cheek. She reached out and pressed Marian's hand in sympathy. I lost my husband just over a year ago. I'm so sorry, she murmured.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 224):

Grimsby nodded sympathetically. "A terrible fate for a military man. I believe that American General Grant went much the same way. Cancer of the throat, I think." "

Marian looks up at Rosabelle in surprise, her face turning sympathetic. I had no idea! I'm so very sorry! she shakes her head. I wish I could tell you it gets easier but, you will get more used to it at least, as the years go on. Let me know if you ever need anything. she pats her hand with genuine concern.

At Grimsby's words she nods in agreement. Yes. I believe you're right. And yes. A fighting man deserves a better fate than wasting away in a sick bed. Life is very cruel sometimes. But, I'm afraid I've digressed terribly! I apologize for darkening our moods, she forces a small smile. Needless to say I think that's enough for you to go on? You may make up any other details as you wish and I'll happily go along with them should there be a particularly curious questioner, or I can take the lead if it comes to matters of James. No doubt we're over-preparing but that's never a bad thing.

Grimsby agreed, "Thorough preparation is always wise, especially in making sure our stories fit and we both know them -- we cannot stop in the midst of a conversation with a Vril agent to straighten out what we are supposed to know."

Marian nods. Agreed. If you have any further questions about him, let me know. He was a prankster and had a wonderful sense of humor. Everyone loved him. I can't think of any other vital details right now but should you have any questions I'm more than happy to enlighten you. she smiles.

"Quite so. Condolences to both of you," Bellgrove offers.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 230):

Grimsby suggests, "Would it be suitable for me to say -- if an informal occasion rises--that your late husband had played pranks or me --or perhaps on a pompous fellow officer?"
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A delighted smile spreads across her face. Oh most assuredly. There was a particularly loathsome officer while he was in training and he snuck dried goat dung into his pipe. She starts laughing.Though you would probably suffer a far friendlier prank should you choose to make yourself the victim.

Ooc: Roald Dahl actually did that to someone as a kid!

Rosabelle offered a small watery smile in acceptance of the others' condolences and pulled a handkerchief from its spot up her sleeve, dabbing delicately at her eyes. Funny, it had been some time since she'd shed tears over Joseph's passing. She had been rather fond of him.

For my own part, I am perfectly willing to play the part of one of the Vril woman again. I am afraid I may need to leave Thorn aboard the ship, however. I think he is entirely too distinctive to risk taking along.  Unless any of you think otherwise? She glanced around the gathered group.

Thorn does have a small storage capacity. He could be useful if we needed to smuggle a small object.

As if the mechanical knew he was being spoken of, he turned his head and blew a small cloud of steam at the side of his mistress's head.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 233):

Grimsby said, "Supposing I had been in training with Joseph, I presume I would have shared his dislike of the officer and enjoyed the prank. However, I am not sure it is the sort of story I would casually share with strangers, especially Vril."

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 235):

     Dash slaps his hands on his thighs and stands,

     "Well...I'm going to go back to the mechanical room and work some more on the Steam-Wing." Dash says, heading aft, "All this secret agent talk has my head spinning.  I'm just not getting how some of us walking around Lakshadweep and talking to folks--showing our faces around before we make contact with the Vril, is any kind of a good idea--but I'm just a Yankee Trader and wanna-be Mechanical Engineer."

     "But I am starting to think having the Steam-Wing operational before the Vril try to blow us out of the sky, might come in handy..."

     "Let me know if you need me--always willing to lend a hand."

Grimsby replied, "I only hope that I can do as well as a 'secret agent' as you can do as an engineer. Your services may turn out to be more useful."

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 230):

Maybelle thought that she would have liked to meet Mrs Holroy's husband, as he had sounded like a very nice man. Such a pity he was dead.
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Marian watches Dash leave silently. What a mess. She still barely knew what was expected of her, but she'd muddled through thus far, she'd find a way to do so again. At least she had Grimsby to point her in the right direction.

"That depends, Rosabelle, on how well-known you and your construct are," Mercy responds. "It also depends on what its capabilities are."

"If it can in any way assist you and help you to survive if things go pear-shaped, then, by all means, take it with you. I would think it would be a significant high-ranking badge for a Vril woman. Whether they actually have powers of the mind or not, it would be a status symbol that you have such an item and none of the others do."

"I believe there are only 12 inhabited island," Professor Cavor offers. "And the population is scattered across several dozen villages. For instance, Minicoy has 11 villages on it. That's what the Vril were discussing at one point. They were talking about how hard it would be to conquer all the islands. Not that they were intending to do that, I don't think. It was more like an exercise in tactics."

"In the end, anyway, they agreed that there was nothing worth conquering the islands for. No significant resources, no longer a strategic location."

"The question is: how many submarines do they have? Also, how reliable are they, how effective they are, and, more to the point for our little venture, where are they kept and where are they built?"

"I can't say for certain, of course, but I gathered from what the Vril captain said... or, perhaps, didn't say, that Minicoy had something to do with them. Maybe that's why they were talking about conquering that particular island."

"If we didn't have this airship, that'd be a problem. As it is, we can make inquiries at Kavaratti. Best be careful about that, though, Grimsby old chap: remember what the guidebook said--the British are worried that the Lakshadweepians... or are they Lakshadweepers? ...might try to sink British ships. You could easily be considered a spy!"

"Perhaps Marian could claim to want a ride in a submarine... authenticity for her next novel... along the lines of that Verne fellow. If his book was fiction, it always baffled me how he could be so descriptive of life beneath the waves."

In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 240):

Rosabelle chewed her lip thoughtfully as she considered Mercy's words. I am afraid that Thorn's capabilities lie only in flying and belching steam. She patted the mech-animal affectionately. And his carrying capcity.

As to our notoriety, that is something I hadn't considered. As one of the few female experts in clockworks, there are many who are familiar with my name and the fact that I have built such a construct However, if I use a different name and make changes to my appearance, if anyone did recognize Thorn, I could simply say that I convinced his maker to sell him.

She began considering what small items could be concealed within Thorn's storage compartment that might be of use - a very small gun, perhaps, or other type of weapon. Or...

Rosabelle stood abruptly. Mercy, if you would accompany me, I believe I have an idea for a way to make Thorn very useful. I am not certain we have time to fully implement it, but we can make a start.

In reply to Prof. Cavor (msg # 241):

Grimsby said, "Well, agents must take their risks. Of course, I have no intention of declaring myself a British agent until we reach the British Consulate in safety, assuming we do, but I am very likely to be recognized as British. I might pretend to be American, but I doubt it would be very convincing."
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Oh it would be very easy for me to show interest in a submarine, Marian smiles at the professor's suggestion. For one it would not be a lie! Just let me know in precise terms what you expect of me and I'll proceed in kind, but I'm definitely liking this particular plan. If I live through all our misadventures I truly have the makings of some great books!

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 244):

"How intriguing. I would be delighted to read them." Maybelle remarked.

I promise, when I finally get the time to write them, you shall receive the first copy. she smiles warmly at the other woman. That is, if I don't get myself killed first! she adds with a laugh.

Mercy follows Rosabelle to see what she has in mind for the little mechanoid.

"I was never quite sure what Thorn's function was," Mercy said as they went. "I created Hugo just to prove I could create a mechanical man. At the time, I thought it'd be more impressive if he was just functional but not threatening... to the men, of course. But a mechanical bartender would be just the thing. Those lazy arses wouldn't even have to get up out of a chair to make themselves a drink."

"I've been considering what else I could get him to do, but haven't come up with anything that seems practical yet. You know... like a night watchman. Anything that's droll and mundane he's ideally suited for, or that requires precision. But, if it involves art, that's way beyond anything a mechanical man is ever going to be able to do. You have to have a soul to do art."

"If mechanical man can be created with a soul, what then becomes of people?"

"No, I just can't ever see a mechanical man being able to write a book like Marian."

"Well, Grimsby, you seem to be the one in charge... at least for these ground-based sojourns," Cavor says. "No doubt due to your stint in the Foreign Office. I daresay you've been on a few such expeditions before, hey?"

"So, where do we land? For that matter, when do we land? Day or night?"

"Are we going to have more than one sortie at a time? If so, you should clarify which of us is going where and what we are to do, because, frankly, I'm getting deucedly confused from all this palavering!"

Grimsby responded, "I have been on a few...expeditions north of the Khyber Pass, though none of them were by airship, which is much more noticeable than a horse or camel. I should think the airship would be less visible by night. It would be dropping off myself and my companion offshore as planned. After that it might approach the Lakshadweep aerodrome, if it has one, more openly. But that is really in the hands of those who will remain on board"

Well thank you Mercy, Marian smiles in reference to her discussion of Hugo. If you ever find you magically CAN make a creative mechanical man, please refrain anyway. I have enough competition as it it without adding constructed rivals! she teases.

Then, listening to the professor's questions and Grimsby's responses, she nods. Agreed. Things have taken a very twisted route of planning. Although I am fairly confident I know what we've decided, it would still be prudent to make your expectations of me as clear as possible when the time comes. I'd hate to be the cause of any problems.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 250):

Grimsby says "To review the plan as I understand it, Mrs. Holroy and I will come ashore at night by a small boat. We will describe ourselves as survivors of a sinking ship --probably a small one, as the great passenger steamers would not be along this route --perhaps it was a pleasure yacht with a small party of ladies and gentlemen aboard and a modest crew. Mrs. Holroy will be herself, and I will be  friend of her late husband's, simply a British gentleman scholar traveling to see more of the East, until we can reach the British consulate, where I will identify myself and obtain as much useful information as we can from the consul and his staff, and then be collected from the consulate roof by the airship -- again, I should think, by night, to escape observation, after which the airship will land openly with the rest of our party purporting to be Vril, while Mrs. Holroy and I will probably keep out of sight as much as possible(at least when dealing with the Vril), in case anyone might recognize us as the stranded travelers. Is this how the rest if you understand the plan?" 
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In reply to Mercy Kincaid (msg # 247):

Indeed, Rosabelle said with feeling. That is a rather frightening prospect. While a mechanical might do a job more efficiently, I would be concerned about taking jobs from people who need them. Though, I suppose it could open up other opportunities of repairing the mechanicals. She chuckled lightly.

Anyway, Thorn has never had any function but as a sort of a pet. And I suppose, she continued, reaching up to stroke Thorn's side, to prove that I could do it. She smiled at Mercy.

I am not entirely certain how to accomplish my idea. I hope that one of us will have a flash of brilliance.

If we can develop a way for Thorn to come to us, to be able to find each one of us individually, we could use him to carry messages. His storage compartment is more than adequate for small sheets of paper or a fist-sized object. Rosabelle paused and thought for a moment. One of our fists; not the mens'.

She went on, If we can adjust Thorn's system to either emit or receive some sort of signal so that he can find us. But there would have to be a unique signal for each member of the group.

As she spoke, Rosabelle was beginning to have some ideas, but looked forward to hearing what her companion might have to suggest.

     One of the speaking tubes near Bellgrove emits a tinny voice...

     "That plan is fine!  But I want to add--again!--that I think it would be best to avoid contact with anyone until you get to the Consulate, or whatever British presence you find there." Dash's tiny voice shouts from the tube, "Try to only use that cover story if you absolutely have to!  Even try to limit the number of people you have contact with at the Consulate as much as possible!"

     "I am not ashamed to say that these Vril scare me--and I ran up Kettle Hill with the Rough Riders last year!--so I do not attribute them with stupidity."

     "So stay unobserved, speak to as few persons as possible, try to leave as little sign of your presence behind as you can.  The less of any word about mysterious visitors to the British Mission in the middle of the night that can get back to the Vril, the better."

     "That's the point I'm trying to make!  Keep this mission secret!"

Bellgrove nods in agreement to Dash's words, "I trust that our Colonial Agent understands an undercover mission. Your cover story, should you need to reveal it, of having been on a shipwrecked private yacht should provide sufficient, erm, cover.

"Did we decide on timeframe for this? Shall we say you will have 24 hours from the time we drop your boat? Do you wish more time? Regardless, let us agree on a code phrase that will be used should you decided to wire us, et cetra, to indicate that the message is legitimate."

Grimsby replied, "I quite agree we should avoid notice as much as possible. That is why we will be going in by night in the first place. We will use the shipwreck tale only if we must.As for a phrase..." He pauses to consider. "Perhaps we could say 'Thorn's friend says...' Thorn is, after all, a known surname, so an outsider would not assume it meant a mechanical man."
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I am most in agreement about staying secret, Marian nods emphatically to Dash's words, realizing too late he can't see her of course. I'd rather not have to talk to anyone unless strictly necessary, but one must be prepared for any course. And the Vril frighten me too Dash. I concur with your cautions towards them. And Thorn is a wonderful idea for a code phrase. I can even remember it! she adds with a laugh.

"Right. So any message we receive from either of you not using the phrase, 'Thorn's friend' is a signal that there is a problem or that it is not actually coming from you.

"Any further suggestions from anyone else?"

He looks at his pocket watch, "You two should have time for a meal a rest before we would drop you. I'll begin maneuvers to put us in the best location for this.

OOC: Bellgrove will look at their charts and determine the best locale for their liferaft to be dropped -- it should be not only not too far off the coast, but at a place where they may paddle to the island with relative ease.
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In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 257):

Grimsby commented, "I think I had best have only a light meal, if I shall be coming ashore in a small boat. It may be rough getting through the breakers."

I'm generally alright with sea-sickness but I'd better do the same. All I really care about right now is tea anyway she adds with a grin.