The Airship Eleanor's Log

Where?

2011-04-02T14:12:00.004+01:00

I can only assume that we have been stuck in a lightning cloud for an immensly long time, without acsess to our log. This has disorientated me, and I no longer know whether I'm coming or going, where are we?? Anyone want to enlighten me?? We definatley need to make a stop a port, to get supplies

Docking Update #12

2010-06-15T12:32:00.002+01:00

Well, we've just arrived in London and are about to embark on an evening away from the ship. We're off to see a play... I believe it's something about a murderous barber... And understandably I'm a little worried.
Every time we dock and leave the ship something seems to happen. Whether it be like that time in Moscow, in Africa or Mexico (and God knows that was... eventful) I have this niggling feeling that something will occur in our absence.
All I can do now is enjoy the few days shore leave, and hope for the best.

To the West End!

Nav. x

A row of pink tents

2010-05-16T16:23:00.002+01:00

Hello everyone... I know we are only alighting to trade and such, but as London is nearing rapidly I was wondering if I could proffer a suggestion that we visit the West End while we are in Our Glorious capital? (for those of us who have no objection to camping it up.)

all the best

Prof.

EGGS ISN'T DAiRY!!!!!!!!

2010-05-14T22:10:00.007+01:00

The Cap'n and myself are slightly under a funny sort of influence right now...so excuse any randomositys. ies.

I am here to post a few illistrations of our current crew. (Capn's jaw is in pain, her cake is hard)

So here are said pictures.

This is the Cap'n the right way up. Struggling to stand for a pose. (The Cap'n told me to remove the e you wench....so now e dos not xist)

Th Navigator and th Prof bing all ccntric

This thing...Jacob

Wnch Jad

Mastr Hrford

So I hop vryon liks!!!!!!!!
Goodby from Cap'n and Wnch for now..

What's this?

2010-05-12T00:48:00.003+01:00

I dont know why i didn't write it in the log earlier, but it seems I have gained us a new munitions expert since the mysterious disappearance of gunner riley... during one of my more sober moments, I suppose. those that know him already will know him as a jolly good fellow.
the conversation went something like this:

David: Ah'yl join whoever can pay my way an keep mah attention.
Cap'n: that'll be the good ship Eleanor then.
David: heh. then i offer my abilities and marksmanship cap'n
Cap'n: and i will pay you in rum 8D (i'm sure the nav is better at working out pay)
David: no doubt. Are you a runner (air trades) or of a more ambushing persuasion?
Cap’n: we surprise
Cap’n: nothing is more surprising than a ship run by girls with a drunken captain.
David: youll be needing extra firepower just in case then
Cap’n: oh haha.
David: id offer my credentials but im afraid they would only make me seem a debauched member of the human race.
Cap’n: oh?
David: Im not welcome in certain ports. I like to have a good time.
Cap’n: the amount of times we've been kicked out of port, you'll be fine with us
David: Im a good shot though.
David: with rifles anyway. not too bad with a pistol. shotguns.... id rather be up-close and messy.
Cap’n: well just don't get blood on me velvet coat
David: Thats why i wear leather darlin' - I have a penchant for whisky mind.
Cap’n: well.. get your own cabinet
David: One thing the yanks made well other than rifles. They still cant make decent chest armour. How much loot can the eleanor hold?
Cap’n: we've never managed to get enough, but she can't hold as much as she could when new.
grandma left her to me.
David: as customs go.

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Job description (self described):
"i just shoot shit an make your job easier."

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He's offering us a third of his takings as rent for a cabin. With this we can pay for MORE VODK- I mean, repairs (to my drinks stock).
Let's see.. we need another cabin door, some rope, a new drinks cabinet, some planks.. planks are nice. I want a new sword. MINE IS BENT AND I DON'T REMEMBER HOW.

ONWARDS, TO LONDON! BEFORE I GET ANY MORE SOBER.

-cap'n

Excuse me!?

2010-05-10T22:02:00.001+01:00

I think my liver is fine, thanks.

-Cap'n

Intervention

2010-05-08T11:13:00.001+01:00

The Captain is far too drunk right now!! She was far too drunk and naked last night. I think we need to stage an intervention...all this rum can't be good for her liver. What do you think?

??????

2010-01-24T17:26:00.002Z

Um... If I may... I know things have been busy around here recently, but I am short some supplies and need some restocking. That, and I seem have to depleted the ship's ammo stores, which does put us in a slightly sticky situation when it comes to defense.

As we seem to be drifting aimlessly over Europe at the moment, may I forward a motion to take a trip to London? There are some great warehouses by the docks, ad I'm sure we could find all we need.

Oh, and perhaps a detour to the former West End?

yours ever-faithfully,

Prof.

P.S. stop eating my confounded cactus plants! I don't care if you got a taste for them in the desert, they're of a special breed and consumption over a sustained period of time will almost certainly prove detrimental the health... hallucinations may be fun, but they may never go away.

2009-09-23T17:29:00.002+01:00

Evening all, Prof. here. All right, I guess it's up to me to explain the mysterious absence of posts for such a long time. The answer is simple - we have been heavily involved in a search and rescue mission, and have had little time for anything else. I know that there may be some confusion over the exact happenings, but I have endeavoured to record them correctly. Here goes.

The events ran thus: upon arrival in Mexico, after a long time aboard ship, most of the crew felt it was within their rights to go and investigate the local night life. It turned out that the night life was very lively indeed, and we lost track of the captain. Much was a blur after that, apparently (I had absented myself shortly beforehand), but when the crew returned to the Eleanor, the navigator found a ransom note in her coat pocket, demanding eight hundred pieces of gold or the equivalent thereof in other valuables for the safe return of Captain Hartlieb. Who Captain Hartlieb is we had no idea, but apparently our captain had been mistaken for another, of a much richer crew, and was being held hostage.

I cannot describe the gloom cast upon the crew at this discovery, nor shall I bore you with our complicated plot of espionage that resulted in us learning the location of our beloved Captain - these shall be documented in my memoirs, however, if anyone is interested.

At any rate, the kidnappers had set themselves up in a mountain fortress, that was rather inconveniently situated (for us, at least) - they could see any approaching airship for miles. Because of this, we were forced to make an excessively long trek up the mountain. After all, living on an airship does mean you become unused to walking long distances. We arrived eventually, however, and long and frankly very odd battle ensued - the details of which can again be found in my memoirs. I can inform you it involved lighting guns and a new type of dart-equipped bracelet that I apparently haven't worked all the kinks out of yet... sorry again, Nav. Ahem.

Anyway... we got the captain back, none the worse for wear - they had kept her happily stocked up on tequila, and she hadn't had the faintest clue as to what had happened since the night of her capture.

So all's well that ends well, etcetera... although... hm. Cancel the first part of this entry; that wasn't a very simple explanation at all...

2009-05-22T20:32:00.002+01:00

Ah mexico... a wonderful place.
I went swimming with the dolphins, sea-lions, and the manatees in Mexico. It's great fun!
I could do with getting away from everything by relaxing far...FAR away.

Yes I'm sure Osiris will enjoy the warmer heat.
How long would you say before we pull up to dock Nav??

New Horizons

2009-05-12T21:06:00.002+01:00

Well, things have been fairly quiet aboard for the past month or so... Everyone's been tinkering away on their own things, it seems. The prof has built some sort of butler for the maid, the greasemonkeys finally got the cloud catcher up and running, I've been working on keeping us heading along the right bearing...
Which, incidentally, is heading for Mexico. Indeed, land of the cacti and tequilla, so I hear. The warmer climate should suit the new medics snake, which'll keep it content. I think it might've eaten a rat somewhere over Europe, out of sheer chilliness, but c'est la vie.

Onwards, to Mexico!

Nav x

uh. what.

2009-03-21T23:42:00.001Z

people seem to be actually active aboard my ship.

is it me, or has someone given you all some rum?
...speaking of which, where is my drink? i swear i had a bottle of mexico's finest tequila somewhere.

someone should get it for me.
or a new one.

let's go to mexico.

NAVIGATOR!

2009-03-17T20:36:00.003Z

yeah

im the quartermaster

i am jake,

i has been busy sorry for not joining earlier,

although its nice to see a new face on board with us.

i'll speak soon

don't move

2009-03-13T18:56:00.002Z

I seem to have lost a bottle of opium concentrate... if anyone sees it, please don't go anywhere near; I used a perforated bottle cap and it may be emitting fumes in the heat. It put me to sleep earlier...
I'm not sure anyone noticed - admittedly, I disappear a lot. Still, please inform me if you see a pink bottle rolling around deck.

reguards,
the Professor

p.s. why oh WHY did someone throw a bunch of rope into my cupboard!?

2009-03-13T18:27:00.001Z

By the way... Where's our heading???
Is the Cap'n awake??

Well, We've done it!

2009-03-10T16:00:00.003Z

Some of you may have noticed that a certain crew member is no longer with us, me and a few members of the crew have thrown said crew member over board into the casamy depths of wherever we are currently flying. She made a mockery of the crew, and it seems the Cap'n will not prosocute us involved.

Now I shall tell you how I came upon the good airship Eleanor and get that out of the way. I was an explorer you see, and I was hiking up Mt.Everest in the Himalayas, when I realised Osiris had stowed away in my backpack. This was not good as he needs to be kept at a temperature of 80-90 degrees, so he was near death, I was half way up the mountain, when I see a loose rope floating above my head. I could see the dense mass of the airship through the clouds and in desperation I climbed the rope (which was possibly the loose rigging Lovett was hanging from.) Anyway I took Osiris to the engine room, navigating there unseen. In the heat of the engine room Osiris' peeked in health. I have left him there, where he seems happy and take him food and water regularly. After all this polava, I made my way to the Cap'ns quaters, taking the last of my rum stock, and she allowed me to stay onboard....although I wonder if she'll remember in the morning.
Tally Ho!

Hiding.

2009-03-09T19:43:00.001Z

If she bears rum the cap'n will grant her anything she wishes. I just hope she isn't planning on throwing me overboard!
I'll have to lock myself in the crowsnest, and pull up the ladder...
Oh wait, I forgot. The droid burned down my crowsnest...
Where am I to hide?!

Nav.

Shhh....I'm a stowaway

2009-03-09T19:34:00.002Z

I have climbed upon the Good ship Eleanor, hiding below deck. Waiting for my optune moment.
I plan to overthrough a member of your crew, and take their place. Be prepared to be thrown overboard!!
My name is Dr.Jade and I shall care for the ships pets and I also use herbal remedies to heal crew mates. With me aboard I bring, Osiris the albino snake. Say hi to Osiris everyone.
I think I shall enjoy getting drunk with the Cap'n, I bring a bottle of rum over which we can discuss my staying aboard Eleanor.
Tally Ho.

Rigging?!

2009-03-08T12:18:00.002Z

The riggings come loose?! That can't be good, anyone could get on board! They'll be stealing all the food, and the Prof won't be happy with that. If she catches any thieves, chances are they'll end up as test subjects, so serve 'em right I guess.
But glad to hear you're back with us, Lovett. How did you end up on that loose rigging anyway? And did you see any stowaways coming aboard?
Nav.

Static

2009-02-20T21:27:00.002Z

Is it me, or have we been hovering over the Himilayas for days now?

Nav.

Time for Tea!

2008-12-29T15:40:00.003Z

Right... We have far too much booty we can't do anything with. Since no-ones seen the cap'n for a few days (She's probably just passed out in an engine room somewhere again) I'm going to jump the blunderbus and say it's time we did some trading.
Anyone opposed please say 'Aye'.
No-one?
Splendid.
I hear Singapore is nice this time of year...

Old Friends

2008-11-28T20:30:00.003Z

I think the tinkerer's lost it.
(It's about time, he was always the most serious.)

But, my friends, we did have a plan all along! If you remember, we passed an ex-military frigate on the way down to South Africa? Well, the cap'n spoke to me about what she spotted, and I remembered the vessel immediately from the old days. The Odyssey, owned and piloted by an old friend called Bradley.
We called in to see him at the dock when we passed, and he seems to be doing well. The Odyssey is a lovely little airship, and he seems to have gotten quite adept at plundering since we last parted.

Yours,
Miss V. the Nav

Well then.

2008-11-20T16:44:00.002Z

Africa was bloody awful.
Other than the loot and the acquiration of a new crew member:-

Welcome to the crew, Professor Downes!
Careful with that there galley, it may be a little, uh.. neglected.

ALSO, seeing as the Medic is so KEEN to share quarters, I shall be doing a little shuffling aboard this ship.
Those with preferences, do let me know as soon as possible what those damned preferences are, or you may end up sharing a room with Shep 'n' Bolt... and the cabinet.

Seeing as we're on our way back, we may as well pause at that little station, investigate that ol' Military ship I spotted. It intrigues me.

WHERE TO NEXT, NAV?

(also, Medic, don't think we can't see something between you and the gunner. -cough- )

-Cap'n

Cramped Quarters

2008-11-12T20:20:00.005Z

Well, we landed yesterday (found no need for a station in the end, though we will have to stop there on the way back to pick up more fuel for the furnace)
We managed to... hem... 'acquire'... a fair bit of gold, and some interesting exotic things, that I'm sure will sell for extortionate prices back home. But another, far more interesting, thing happened in Africa too.
There we were, innocently pillaging and plundering away, when we heard the most tremendous explosion. We had no idea what it could have been, a rival or some sort of law enforcement, so we hid, weapons at the ready, and observed for a while.
The next thing we know, some wench comes stumbling out of one of the huts. Face all black with soot, lab coat covered in coloured residue of some sort. She was shouting something or other about an experiment succeeding, she seemed a bit hysteric to be honest.
We took her on to the ship to calm hr down, and after a good cup of tea made by the droid, she told us that she was an inventor, primarily concerned with military-strength explosives, though apparently she also dabbled in steamdroid construction, medical technology and cookery.
Needless to say she's been press ganged into the crew.
We're running out of space on this ship, so her labs situated in the galley. I hope we don't accidentally get bromine for supper one night.

Miss V, Nav
~X~

old chum.

2008-11-09T23:49:00.002Z

I think we're almost there.
Judging by the condensation on the inside of my bottles, the temperature is.. uh, erratic.
NAV!

Oh, in the early hours of this morning, i was, ahem, keeping us on track, when i happened to notice another vessel. The only one tethered to the station at the time. (yes, there was a dock, no, i deemed it unnecessary to wake you lot. the snoring was wonderful.)
Anyone else spot her?

Like a little ex-military frigate, happy as can be. Haven't seen one of those for ages - I believe her name was The Odyssey.

Odyssey.. something familiar about that. Odyss- nope.
Maybe we'll see if she's still tethered on our way back, can't be too bad to make a few allies, especially ex-military allies - but for now, we have some plundering to do.

...Is it me, or am I sober?

-Cap'n

New Lands

2008-11-09T22:12:00.002Z

Africa looks beautiful from the air... If a bit desolate and desert-ful.
According to my maps, there's a perfect place for docking a day or two from our current position. The pre-docking anticipation is rippling through the ship, I think everyone is optimistic about it, however cynical Katherine may appear. I do wonder what we'll find.

Miss V, Nav
~x~

To the lions!

2008-11-03T21:22:00.003Z

Yes.

We're going to Africa. I heard them there tribes have some mighty fine ivory for the pillaging. Not sure what ol'd Nav'd say about ivory, but they have gold too?
ANYWAY. We're going generally south, seeing as I dislike west. Thankee greasemonkey for the heads up.

I can't help but think that I've missed something.
What day is it?

-Cap'n Hopkins

Secrets

2008-11-03T17:49:00.002Z

My, that Lovett confuses me alot of the time, with his ocsilmabobs and calibidoodahs. However, I gleaned one or two things from his log.
I am NOT keeing secrets from the crew. I just know that they wouldn't understand the complicated and confusing language of headings, latitudes and longitudes.
That said, we're heading for Africa. I hear some tribes in the south have untold wealth, and that sounds fit for plundering to me and the cap'n. Then again anything, especially the drinks cabinet, sounds fit for plundering to the cap'n.

Yours,
Miss V.

Returned to port again.

2008-10-28T22:48:00.006Z

Well, we have been awfully busy these past few months, having actually managed to get the airship off the ground with just the three of us. Since our return to port wevce had the aethernet installed on the ship, so we can keep you better updated now.
Thankfully, on our travels we found a few more crew members, as well as some well-needed armsmen.
Lovett is a skilled engineer, always tinkering away at something. However, he's always awfully preoccupied and keeps leaving his spanners inbetween the cogs and such.
50PH13 is a lovely little clockwork droid, shy yet hyperactive, and she bustles around the airship cleaning after the cap'n most of her time. As long as we remember to wind her up.
Mr Carter is a dab hand with numbers, so he's now bookeeper and Quartermaster for the ship.
Master Benjamin is... well, quite intimidating if I'm honest. He has some terribly advanced weaponry in his arsenal, and I'm glad he's an ally, not an enemy.
The same goes for Gunner Riley, though he's far more mysterious. He never removes his gas mask, and has rarely spoken yet. I think he was some sort of mercenary by trade, and made a few powerful enemies he needed to escape. I can't think why else he would have wanted to join the crew.
That is a quick run-down of the new members, though I hope they will formally introduce themselves too. I also need to tell you all about our adventures, but at another time my friends, at another time. The cap'n needs something found. No doubt her midnight tot of rum.

Miss V
~x~

PAH.

2008-06-12T22:54:00.005+01:00

Lost my maps? PAH Cap'n, that what I say.
I get the hardest job on this airship. You just sit about in the cockpit getting drunk, and start shouting at the rigging. When I give you a heading you don't normally follow it.
Well, I suppose I better tell you how a military gal like me ended up with a vagabond crew like this. I was wandering the streets one day, when I came across the Eleanor and her tiny crew. What can I say, I was practically press ganged. It sounded like a more free life than what I had at the time, working in Her Majesties Airship Force (The good ol' RAF). Once again, PAH. Now I have to do all the odd-jobs on the dirigible, because Cap'n sure as hell won't.
So how does a maid know how to navigate? Simple, the lord of the manor I worked at was a cartographer. I picked up a lot.
NOW WHERE IS THAT DAMN MEDIC?
I'm going to look for that wench.
Yours, Nav.

Good Airship? My Arse.

2008-06-12T22:36:00.003+01:00

like i said. good airship? my arse.
there's some stupid seagulls pooping all over my poop deck, the medic hasn't cured my cold, and the navigator may or may not have misplaced her maps. also; we're still not out of the dock.
obviously, this is not good news for our voyage to nowhere.

...

i also just noticed our shortage of proper crew members. i shall have to shout at thin air to get this ship going. dammit.

-over and out
Cap'n