Thoughts While Ironing

"Why is it that everything fun always means that there's a mountain of laundry to do?" This and many other thoughts ran through my mind today as I attended to the never ending chore of the wash. However as I began the ironing, my mind drifted towards the final battle of the Big Enders vs. the Little Enders and the aftermath that followed.

Sadly, the battle did not go quite as well as it had been hoped, due to a variety of factors. Lag was an issue (but then, when isn't it in SL?) and apparently it was affecting the physics of things as well too. Griefers were seen and reported by a person who was neutral in the conflict and of whom I believe is an honourable person and would not be making stories up about things like this. It was discovered that enabling the "push" option in a sim was not such a brilliant idea either.....however, it must be remembered that this was a new idea, first time out and there were bound to be growing pains and problems strewn on the path. I think that Professor Avalanche and Miss Paris deserve a week holiday each in the spa of their choice, paid for by everyone who had anything to do with this past week and the Neualtenburg/Caledon war as well. They were calm, fair and did their best to have a fun event for everyone to enjoy.

On that note, I think I can say that everyone enjoyed the Alien invasion. I have heard nothing but rave reviews about it and have enjoyed reading the different perspectives in the journals I have been allowed to peek into. Everyone, regardless of what end they ate their egg from, or even if they prefered it sunny side up, scrambled or disliked eggs entirely, banded together to ward off a common enemy....namely the Martians (who are really from France, or so I've heard). While the end battle may have had enough headaches to slay even the stoutest Steam Elephant, the Alien Invasion was enjoyed by many and I think will remain a highlight in Caledonian memories.

I can say for myself that I am feeling relieved that the end has come to the war(s). Hopefully the end of this will see a reduction of linen that needs washing. I hope I will be able to convince Sir Edward that we need to spend a week in Steelhead so I can attend to my duties there....and enjoy that new bathtub. Somehow I don't believe he'll be too terribly hard to convince. Now, where did I put that starch???

It was a One Eyed, One Horned, Flying....

Now that the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled, I am able to search for my pen and ink that went missing when the aliens landed......Oh, pardon me, I'm terribly ahead of myself. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning of this mess.

Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. I had noticed that we were in need of a few things back at camp and so headed to Davaar by train and trolley to pick up a few provisions. I also stopped in Victoria City to gather a few other necessary items. It was approaching evening by the time I finished all of my shopping and as the train has been rather sporadic at best, I grew tired of waiting for it to return and so headed back to camp on foot. When I got there, this is the scene that greeted me.




At first I was very nonplussed. I thought that the Blue Team had been doing some spying and had crashed their flying machine(s). I marched into the pub and sent a telegram over to a member of the blue team asking them about the debris and was told that no, it wasn't them but that Aliens had landed.

Needless to say, I was a bit surprised at this news. However shortly thereafter, my beloved arrived and I pushed that information to the back of my mind. Edward decided that a trip around Caledon in the Parsvail to look for any other landing sites would be a good idea, so he, the Duchess of Carntaigh, Miss Gustafson, Sheriff Ortega and myself boarded and flew peacefully through the air.

However, word soon reached my dear Sir Edward that our encampment at Loch Avie was under attack! We hurried back to the camp to see these very odd alien orb-ish type creatures shooting these evil fire beams at our camp! The troops mobilised, the blue team pitching in to ward off the evil attackers as well! I later heard that their camp was decimated by the creatures, of which I was very sorry to learn.

Dr. Figaro was in attendance and as some of her medical staff were unavailable, I offered my meagre services as nursemaid, doing what I could. Minor injuries were sustained in the Loch, but then we heard that the Alien had swiftly made their way to Eyre and were being very destructive. Everyone sprinted away, hurrying and sending out calls for help to others as they went.


In Eyre, Mr. Book received a very deadly chest wound. Dr. Figaro patched him up as best she could and asked me to keep an eye on him as he awaited transport in Miss Lightfoot's shop. Luckily he survived, for which I'm sure Lady Amber is exceedingly grateful. In fact, if it hadn't been for the valiant work of our dear Doctor, I'm sure the losses would have been very high that day indeed.



The Aliens

The battle raged on for quite some time. Sheriff Ortega's flying machine, the Interceptor was shot down and nearly ruined, as were many other vehicles. The Aliens seemed to be impervious to our weapons, but finally, on the bloody field of Tammaronach, the tide began to turn. Sadly, Mr. O'Toole's house was set ablaze (again) which really threw him into a murderous frenzy (understandably) and there were flames everywhere with more injuries, but slowly, Caledon began to gain the upper hand.



Finally, the battle died down. Troops were in the Moors and Mayfair with no further sightings of the hideous creatures from beyond. Hoo's and Huzzah's went up and everyone staggered back to their respective camps or abodes (as many non-militia persons joined in the defense)for the evening. Edward and I visited for awhile with the members of the Red Team who were able to keep their eyes open before collapsing into a deep sleep ourselves.

Fortunatly, many people had recovered enough to attend the ball in Steelhead on Friday. I would say the dance was a success and I do believe a good time was had by all. Afterwards, I showed Edward the changes I have made to the attic in Rosehaven and he contributed a few very important touches as well. I also had to show him the new bathroom I had put in....and the very lovely bathtub as well. Ahhhh....washing away the grit and grime of battle had never been so enjoyable! *smiles demurely*

The main battle is today....Hopefully both teams have seen that we are all Caledonians, regardless of how we eat our eggs (but everyone knows that the correct way *is* the little end) *grins* Now to lay out my things for the Duchess of Carntaigh's ball later....