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  <title>Tales of a "Mad" Scientist</title>
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    <title>The naming of names...</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T19:06:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T19:15:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kitchen has finally been restored to it's former glory.&amp;nbsp; If I ever see the color blue again---I think I shall have a very bad reaction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to record more thoughts on the Komputer.&amp;nbsp; I finally managed to get away from father's disapproving gaze and sneak to the cellar.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I head toward the kitchen, I feel he suddenly appears as if by magic to ask where I'm heading.&amp;nbsp; I had to sneak down here after everyone has gone to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to introduce the players who have recently come into my life and shown me so many wonderous new things: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The Crew of the Ship"&gt;The Captain of the airship (he's refused to tell me the name as of yet and has forbidden the rest of the crew from doing so as well.&amp;nbsp; He's afraid I might inadvertently tell someone of their time jumping--as it is, well...illegal).&amp;nbsp; The only thing I can think to call him is well, The Captain.&amp;nbsp; I don't think there's anything else that this man would ever be happier doing.&amp;nbsp; He's also the most irritating, boorish, annoying, untrusting man I've ever met.&amp;nbsp; I could almost be likened to hating him if it wasn't for the way he treats his crew.&amp;nbsp; He would lay down his life for them and they for he.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that quality redeems him a bit. He has this annoying habit of teasing me at the most inappropriate times.&amp;nbsp; Hence the latest explosion.&amp;nbsp; I suppose he was repaid as his face is still somewhat tinged with blue. I&amp;nbsp;would almost be tempted to call him handsome (green eyes are so becoming....especially with his auburn hair---um, where was I?) oh yes........if he weren't such a...a....oh, what was the name Gadget called him?&amp;nbsp; It was some colloquialism from the 21st century.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had her witty comebacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Gadget:&amp;nbsp; She's the mechanic of the airship.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She's exactly what I'd want my sister to be like. (Instead of the simpering git of a sister that I do have).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She's simply amazing.&amp;nbsp; Smart, witty, and extremely brave.&amp;nbsp; The Captain listens to her every word, because she's always right.&amp;nbsp; Gadget's grand-father helped develop the very first airships.&amp;nbsp; She says as long as she can remember, she's had grease on her face and a wrench in her&amp;nbsp;back pocket.&amp;nbsp; I think Edward really likes her.&amp;nbsp; His face turns the most extraordinary shade of pink when she&amp;nbsp;stands close to him.&amp;nbsp; Gadget built this secret room in the cellar.&amp;nbsp; She's quite lovely--and she's very supportive of me learning more about science and chemistry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc.&amp;nbsp; Well, that's not very original....but like The Captain...he's a doctor....and I can't think of him as anything else.&amp;nbsp; How he managed to get caught up in the crew is beyond my realm of thought.&amp;nbsp; He is the most kind, wonderful man I've ever met.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;a pity he's at least 65.&amp;nbsp; Oh, well.&amp;nbsp; Doc and I have had many conversations about science and all the advancements that have been made over his lifetime.&amp;nbsp; He's told me fantastic stories about what medicine is like in the 21st century.&amp;nbsp; What we've managed to develop is quite extraordinary.&amp;nbsp; I voiced how much I would like to learn more--and he has provided me with so many books!&amp;nbsp; I've had to keep them hidden, of course.....but I love pouring over them again and again.&amp;nbsp; Even without the fact that they are from the future---father would have a heart attack because of some of the illustrations.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked myself at first.....and rather embarassed when Doc asked me what I thought about them.&amp;nbsp; However, if I am to continue my life's pursuit---I must steady myself.&amp;nbsp; I have almost decided to give up&amp;nbsp;alchemy and go into medicine.&amp;nbsp; Doc says he needs a pupil.&amp;nbsp; I assured him that he could find a proper medical student.....but his face turned a little red, and he actually looked a little embarassed.&amp;nbsp; Gadget said that something happened in his past.......and he can't work in a proper hospital, or teach an "up and up" doctor.&amp;nbsp; I do not have the heart to ask about it just yet---and The Captain, Gadget and Edmund aren't talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeus:&amp;nbsp; The "hired" gun/bodyguard.&amp;nbsp; He is the largest man I've ever met.&amp;nbsp; In stature and presence.&amp;nbsp; He's from Texas, and when I first saw him.....well, let's just say I'm glad it was dark....or he would have seen the shock on my face.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen him in action yet, but Edmund says he's a force of nature and someone&amp;nbsp;you don't want to cross.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't say much.&amp;nbsp; Just sort of stands in the corner and gives the all-clear when it's time to leave.&amp;nbsp; His face is a mass of scars, as are his hands.&amp;nbsp; He carries a rather interesting array of weapons on his body.&amp;nbsp; Some are from this time, others---I'm afraid to ask about.&amp;nbsp; I don' t think the man ever is at ease.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The tension he exudes is palpable.&amp;nbsp; However, he does have a rather unexpected wonderful laugh.&amp;nbsp; I've only heard it twice.....once&amp;nbsp;when Gadget called The Captain that name I can't remember....the other when the mixture I had boiling exploded blue all over the place.&amp;nbsp; I sense his eyes on me everytime he's with the crew.&amp;nbsp; It's not an evil glare, and it doens't make me uneasy....I think he doesn't trust me quite yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doc says The Captain saved Zeus' life.&amp;nbsp; And since then, he's been part of the crew.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot:&amp;nbsp; I'm really not good at making up clever names.&amp;nbsp; Pilot flies the airship, of course.&amp;nbsp; The Captain can fly as well, but he says Pilot is so much better than he is (one of his few moments of humility).&amp;nbsp; She's so very young to be a pilot--she can't be more than 12.&amp;nbsp; But as Doc says---some people just have a gift.&amp;nbsp; She tends to monopolize The Captain's time and glares at me whenever I'm within three feet of The Captain.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she likes me very much.&amp;nbsp; She tends to stare daggers at me whenever The Captain is teasing me.&amp;nbsp; Which, as stated previously...is alot.&amp;nbsp; She rather enjoys when I make mistakes.&amp;nbsp; She and Gadget have their own language when it comes to the airship.&amp;nbsp; They are constantly discussing ways to make her (the ship) move faster and maneuver better, and what guns should be equipped.&amp;nbsp; I secretly think Pilot is from the future---she doesn't act like any 12 year girl I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund:&amp;nbsp; My dear brother.&amp;nbsp; He's the one who introduced me to this rag tag team.&amp;nbsp; Well, rather reluctantly introduced me.&amp;nbsp; They needed a safe place to store their equipment and meet.&amp;nbsp; I happened to run into them one night when I headed down to the kitchen to get some work done without father finding out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He and I really are the closest of friends.&amp;nbsp; He's encouraged me&amp;nbsp;to pursue whatever&amp;nbsp;I desire.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'm not quite sure where he fits into the team as of yet.&amp;nbsp; He's always had an amazing ability to pick up languages and understand cultures...so he usually briefs them on how to act and what saying to use when they make their jumps.&amp;nbsp; From my understanding, they've almost been caught a few times for acting out of character for the times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the candle down here has almost burned down, which means morning is fast approaching.&amp;nbsp; I'd better get upstairs before anyone notices I'm missing and comes looking for me.&amp;nbsp; (And I know they'll head straight for the kitchen, expecting the worst.)&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can convince Gadget and The Captain to build a new hiding place..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>kat_morgan @ 2007-12-28T09:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-28T14:56:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Father is less than pleased with me at the moment.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I don't see where the problem lies.&amp;nbsp; Of course, blue was never the color Mother wanted for the kitchen---especially after having just re-built it after my last um......well, explosion.&amp;nbsp; And if I had known the experiment would have turned&amp;nbsp;all of the new cabinetry blue, I would have covered it up before starting.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it probably wouldn't have helped as&amp;nbsp;several hours later--well, I let's just say I&amp;nbsp;never realized that wood could actually---melt.&amp;nbsp; Oh dear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is his fault--&amp;nbsp;if he'd just break down and give me a properly laboratory or let me go to&amp;nbsp;work with a scientist&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't have to work in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; But, no.&amp;nbsp; "A woman's place is not in the workplace...but the home."&amp;nbsp; I bet he regrets indulging me as a child.&amp;nbsp; He always said I'd grow out of my science phase.&amp;nbsp; Especially after Edmund left for college.&amp;nbsp; I think he felt that my devotion to my older brother was the reason I insisted on purchasing chemistry sets instead of dolls and dresses.&amp;nbsp; Alas, for him, Edmund coming back and reporting back to me about all his scientific adventures only added fuel to the fire......especially after meeting...THEM.&amp;nbsp; Edmund introduced us the last time he was home from his "adventures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THEM I speak of, of course, are those who provided me with this rather startling technology that I'm using to record my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; They say it's from the future.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, they managed to disrupt the space/time continium and travel to the future.&amp;nbsp; The Captain is rather adament about me not recording any information that could incriminate them...so I will have to make up names in case this Kompewter (I think that's what they called it) falls into the wrong hands.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If father knew what was in his celler---he'd have a total fit, and I know I'd probably be disowned.&amp;nbsp; These time travlers and space captains are not exactly what he consideres polite society......and he's all about the outward appearance of things.&amp;nbsp; Stiff upper lip and all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better be off.&amp;nbsp; I've been relegated to scraping what's left of the wallpaper off the walls as punishment.&amp;nbsp; Wait till Father sees that I'm wearing pants!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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