This weekend promises to be...interesting.
It was already busy enough, with Miss Breezy's ball Saturday night, and the monthly Aether Salon Sunday afternoon. But I found out Miss Breezy is hosting another event right after the Salon--and she asked if I'd be willing to take pictures there, too. I said yes, of course. How could I not, when it's such fun? But with three events to process, I know what I'll be doing next week.
Still, I'm sure I'm not nearly as busy as Miss Breezy. I'm only taking photographs--she has to handle all of the planning!
There are other events being planned all across the Steamlands this weekend. Though taking photographs is always enjoyable, I am also hoping to attend one of these other events and just enjoy it. Well, and maybe take a few pictures.
And then, there's the Athenaeum.
The frustrations I'd been feeling about it for the past two weeks finally spilled over last night. And so I told Miss Sky Netizen to discretely spread the word to meet in Ruby's Pub tonight, so we could plan. Several people did come, including Mr. Mannonen, Miss Netizen, Miss Kimika Ying, Mr. Caesar Osterham, and a Mr. Lans Starsider. (My former neighbor, Miss Hermit, arrived later.)
They had some interesting ideas, including flooding the basement where the Engine resides, or even finding a way to make it unprofitable for Mr. Steamweaver to burn the books, such as introducing a tax.
New Babbage citizens are nothing if not creative.
However, my concern with such direct opposition are that it would only stiffen Mr. Steamweaver's resolve to continue his work. At best, we could only hope to drive him out of town...and so leave him free to set up his operation elsewhere. That is not an acceptable outcome to me.
So I told them my idea--to sabotage the Engine, but do it in such a way that it looks like a natural breakdown. If we do that enough, if Mr. Steamweaver thinks something with the Engine itself is flawed, he should stop his operation for some time, trying to determine what the problem is. That will give us enough time to find a permanent solution.
It took some talking, but I brought the others around to this view. And Mr. Mannonen indicated that he'd get a friend in touch with me--someone with the skills to carry out this idea. Such a stroke of luck!
And, indeed, just a little while ago, I met with the person, a Mr. Foehammer, whom I have seen a few times, but to whom I had never been formally introduced. After my conversation with him, I'm sure he'll be able to accomplish our goal. He's going to fabricate some parts to substitute into the Engine, parts that will create the failures we want.
So we'll be meeting again Friday evening. Mr. Foehammer will do his work then, and the others can either help him, or keep a lookout for Mr. Steamweaver or any of his workers. And I've a side-plan of my own to accomplish.
I just hope we succeed. It would be rather difficult to take pictures at events if I'm residing in the Militia headquarters cell.