We left our heroes aboard the pantope, with Crystal, Pearl, and other
higher-ups of the recently-shaken Rainbow hierarchy. Crystal has just
done a preliminary study of Ms. Yanova's mind, and says she needs a lot
of therapy. We've offered a nice, out-of-the-way place -- to wit, a
house we have, in the Victorian period of the Classical Line.
The Rainbow people agree to look it over, then all of them withdraw
except Pearl. We'll meet them back here (in mid-air over the Kush
mountains of Hellene) in six to eight hours.
Let's see... Where did we leave off in that time and line? We left in
March of 1896, with an appointment to see Mycroft Holmes on midsummer
day of 1897. We decide to aim for midsummer of 1896. Tom asks Kate and
Dafnord to stand with him, and uses them as dowsing tokens to home in.
(Kate is native to that line, and she and Dafnord were the party members
most recently in the house.)
We end up with a window view of Dafnord's exercise room in the
basement. There's no dust on the barbells, Dafnord notes, so we haven't
been gone long, or the staff have been diligent. We whisk the window up
and out into the street, find a newspaper stand, and determine that it
is still March 1896. To avoid timelocks, we fast-forward to April 1st,
then back the window into the house, place it on the wall by the
stairwell, and turn it into a window.
Tom and Dafnord step out. Dafnord hears movement upstairs. Servants.
Tom hastily glamours some Victorian clothing onto the pair of them, then
Dafnord goes up to investigate. It's our "Tweenie" (between-stairs
maid). "Mr. Dafnord!" she exclaims. "I didn't hear you come in! Have
you solved the fire mystery yet?" (221B Baker Street was destroyed in a
fire recently.) "Mr. Holmes will be so pleased to see you!" (She refers
to Mycroft Holmes. The fire is almost undoubtedly a diversion by his
brother, Sherrinford Holmes (this line's version of Sherlock), made
while he departed in a time machine built to the plans of his sister
Ashleigh, who is the Time Traveler of H. G. Wells's novel, "The Time
Machine," and is now a member in good standing of the Jumping Jacks /
Lanthil / New Blood group.)
Dafnord lets Tweenie burble a little more, then tells her to expect some
guests -- new and unfamiliar guests, foreigners like us, half a dozen
or so in number. Tweenie dutifully sets about readying rooms and
rousting up Chivvers, the butler. Chivvers greets Dafnord more
sedately, but apologizes for not having the full staff at hand. When we
left (a couple of weeks ago by his clock), with no time given for
return, he waited a few days, then gave them time off. Several of them
are visiting in the country. It'll take a while to rustle them up.
Dafnord assures Chivvers that this is quite all right, and tells him
about the new guests, including an invalid, a young lady. We then
introduce Pearl (suitably glamoured for costume) and have Chivvers show
her around the house, including the basement, so she can get an idea of
local security.
Then the cat wants to come out and poke around (after the mandatory
thirty seconds hesitating at the door). Tom locks gazes with him and
pronounces, "Two words: Don't talk." Being quick on the uptake, Brunalf
nods back. But while this is going on, the pixie sneaks out of the
pantope behind Tom's back. Soon, she locates a candy dish in the
parlor.
Chivvers approaches Tom and hands him the household account books. Tom
thanks him, looks at them with complete lack of interest, and secretly
passes them back into the pantope for Robbie to peruse. Then he hears
the harpsichord plunking in the parlor.
Dafnord goes to investigate and finds the pixie hovering over the
keyboard, fiddling. He says hello to her quietly, but simultaneously
hails Tom by telepathy. Tom comes skidding into the parlor seconds
ahead of a maid, barely in time to cast glamour, so that the maid
beholds a little girl fiddling at the harpsichord.
Tom introduces Daphne and gives her a friendly clap on the shoulder
(thus killing the slight hover she was doing). The maid smiles in that
strained, condescending way servants smile at the children, but offers
to take Daphne off to the kitchen for sweets. Perfect.
Then we have a caller. It's Wiggins, head of our own private variation
of the Baker Street Irregulars, and very good at what he does. He'd
have to be, to notice we're back in town. He asks if we need anything?
We explain about the incoming invalid. Ah, well, um, is this something
we'd not like the Inspector to notice? Like the way we'd rather he
didn't notice the way we showed up without really arriving? Well,
yes. Then we should probably know that the Inspector will be dropping
by within the hour, though Wiggins doesn't know what he's after. We
thank him for the information and tip generously.
Tom goes to check up on Daphne and finds her in the kitchen, rather
forcefully petting the nice kitty, who is unable to retaliate
under the circumstances. ("And this is for the time we drenched me
with tuna-flavored impact foam.")
So that's all right.
Robbie now suggests that we should stage an arrival, to save appearances
for people less perceptive than Wiggins. (He also notes that, from the
books, Chivvers is doing a lot of buying and selling of antiques and
diamonds, and doing very well at it. This is, in fact, what the last
lot of us set him to doing when we were here last.)
Pearl returns from her tour and tells Dafnord that she rather likes the
look of the basement, for a secure "sick room."
We then move the pantope door to a nearby alley, and have Katrina, Kate,
Robbie, and Markel all get out, suitably glamoured and equipped with
luggage, hail a cab, and set off to "arrive" at our house, whence the
pantope door is already returned.
At this point, Chivvers announces a "Master Michael" barely ahead of a
young boy who bursts in. He's an Irregulars wannabe of our
acquaintance, and tells Dafnord that the Irregulars probably know we're
here (this news a little late), and would have reported our arrival to
Mycroft Holmes by now. He'll probably come by soon.
The cab arrives, unloading Kate, Katrina, Robbie, and Markel. It also
unloads the dragon (shrunk and glamoured as a mastiff) and the gargoyle
(shrunk and glamoured as the biggest, ugliest bulldog imaginable).
Chivvers recognizes and greets Kate, who introduces everyone else.
Chivvers asks if there will be any problems with the dogs and the cat.
No. (Or else.)
But of course the lot of us are traipsing around, most scandalously
clad, made acceptable only by a veneer of glamour. So Daphne, Kate, and
Katrina go out shopping for some real clothes, accompanied by Markel and
his "mastiff." They are therefore incredibly safe, though London may
not be.
Now that things are purring along fairly smoothly, Robbie asks Tom to
step into the pantope and examine him for some of the damage he took in
our latest battle. Once stripped of his glamour, Robbie displays a
scorched dent in his side. Tom suggests he try to use his new
self-upholstering facility on it. Robbie does, and the dent vanishes
under the upholstery, but still feels just as bad.
Tom tries to open Robbie's access panels, but can't find them. Robbie
opens them for Tom, apparently creating them as he does so. Hm.
Inside, things look fairly normal at first glance. Only...on second
glance, it looks rather like a mock-up, as if plastic were molded and
colored to look like robot works. No real junctures; all of a piece.
Further inside, Robbie tries to summon up a damage report. He gets one,
but there is no time estimate for the repairs needed. The diagnostic
system doesn't seem to be updating itself properly, either, but is also
not reporting itself as having errors.
Tom pokes around psychically and feels that there is a large and very
complex operation here, suspended. He tries fixing Robbie's breakage
with ectoplasm, and finds himself using some techniques he'd normally
reserve for doctoring a human. And the ectoplasm seems to blend in very
well. Will it "heal"?
Robbie tries to think up his own ectoplastic repairs, but as he starts
to, he notices that he isn't really sure what this bit here does. And
he can't find the online documentation that would tell him.
Tom notes that there is nothing inside Robbie, or inside his mind
either, that the robot is not directly conscious of. He explains this
to Robbie and tells the robot that he must now learn to distinguish
between remembering and accessing. Robbie is disconcerted, even more so
when he finds he can't even use his mechanical total recall.
But Tom has learned that power patharchically, and helps Robbie plumb
his own mind telepathically. There's nothing in Robbie's innards that
Robbie doesn't understand himself.
Tom closes Robbie up, pats his hand gently, and tells him, "Never doubt
yourself." Robbie is puzzled and nonplussed. Tom explains that, ever
since the (purely spiritual) trip to Djinnistan, Robbie's body matches
only what Robbie himself knows of it, what was in Robbie's mind, not
in his files. Robbie is aghast.
Thinking over recent experience, Robbie remembers that Tom and Gannar
couldn't detect any psychic or telemetric connection between Robbie and
his roving eyes. He now asks Salimar to observe while he pops out an
eye. Can she tell how he's receiving from it?
Salimar replies that the question is poorly framed. As far as she can
tell, Robbie isn't "receiving" from the eye at all; Robbie is merely
present in two places, one of them being where the eye is. It's a bit
like her own bilocation skill, but less psychic.
Robbie then experiments by having Tom open a second pantope door into
Edvard. Robbie sends the eye in and has Tom make the door into a
window. Tom does, and Robbie falls over in a faint/crash. Also, the
eye vanishes.
When Robbie recovers/reboots, Tom tells him that he still doesn't feel
anything psychic going on, and opines that Robbie shouldn't think of his
body, complete with eyes, as psychic or technological. It's
metaphysical, raw existence.
Robbie thinks this over, and tries popping eyes out of his mouth and
ears. He can. He tries to pop ears instead of eyes. No go.
Tom watches these parlor tricks for a while, then tells Robbie that he
may now be related to normal robots in the same way as djinn are related
to humans. Or he may now have a lot in common with the Gargoyle, with a
likewise intensely magical body.
Dafnord, meanwhile, has been coping with the foretold arrival of
Inspector Carruthers of Scotland Yard. He's very polite, but he has
Questions. He wants to know what we know of, and what we were doing at
the time of, the fire at 221B Baker Street (which he insists on
referring to as "the conflageration"). Dafnord tells those parts of the
truth that fit in with a mundane worldview.
The Inspector informs Dafnord that Holmes hasn't been seen since, and
that Dr. Watson vanished two days later. And we all know they had
Enemies. (Dafnord simulates shock and horror. Of course, he already
knows Holmes goes on to found a worldhopping organization of his own.)
Dafnord expresses concern and says he was planning on seeing Mr. Mycroft
Holmes later today. He says that, during or recent absence, we were on
the Continent, on business, traveling to various points in Germany, then
spending a little vacation time in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. We
bought this bulldog here... We have no idea of the whereabouts of
Holmes or Watson. (Which is true.)
The Inspector takes all this down and asks to speak to Miss McHerron or
Mr. Marlow or Miss Carter. Dafnord explains that Lorelei and Chris
didn't return with us, but Kate is expected shortly, being out
shopping. He then has the "bulldog" show the Inspector out (!) and
tells Chivvers to keep the Inspector away from our upcoming guests.
Soon, the ladies return with many boxes and many department-store
footmen to carry them. A card shows up from Mycroft Holmes asking to
see us at our convenience.
Dafnord takes the Gargoyle/"bulldog" with him to the Diogenes Club,
where he's expected. He's shown to a guest room, and into the presence
of Mycroft Holmes.
Mycroft, we learn, hasn't heard from Sherrinford. He knows about the
rendezvous date, but that's more than a year away. Dafnord explains
that Sherrinford is off traveling (time traveling), and that he's
sure things will work out (because he's seen that they do). But he
has no data on Sherrinford's whereabouts, and finds that Mycroft doesn't
either. Nor does Mycroft know about Dr. Watson, which is a little
worrying.
Mycroft has been casting concerned glances at the "bulldog," which is
exactly what Dafnord brought it for, of course. Dafnord introduces it
as "Corrian." Mycroft says it's a "fine dog" and "an unusual animal"
(probably because its footprints on the rub don't match its feet).
Dafnord agrees and bows out.
Back at the house, Tom meets with Pearl, who's ready. He proposes to do
daily check-ins with the folk at the house, via the pantope. We then
open the pantope at the rendezvous point for Crystal's team. They come
swooping in on three flitters, fully equipped but completely
uncostumed. There are lots of auxiliary folk, but the ones going
through will be Crystal, six helpers, and Ms. Yanova. Tom glamours them
up and takes them in to be introduced to the staff.
We do another fake arrival with a cab, for all the people and things
except Ms. Yanova and the more delicate equipment. They set things up
in the basement. Crystal establishes some kind of telepathic forbidden
zone at the top of the basement stairs to discourage intrusive
servants.
She also notes the wide variety of accents among the staff and comments
on the "international" staff. Tom tells her they're all just from
different parts of Britain. "And I thought Hellene was diverse!" she
remarks. "Hellene preserves the remnants of diversity," Tom
replies.
Then we go in to supper. After that, Tom and the others bow out, except
for Katrina and Robbie, who will stay with Crystal's team at the house.
Tom sets a clock on a shelf in front of the pantope location and
promises to check in at 3 PM tomorrow.
Updated: 7-Oct-06
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