Captain's Log- Mail Day

Our second trip into the caverns was less than eventful. I reached one of the previously inaccessible areas, only to find nothing of note.

We made a brief return to the Norton homestead before setting off on the next leg of our adventure. Sphinx received a letter from Mr. Hope-- he is at present, she informs me, enjoying the countryside. He sent her some detailed drawings of bees, and she replied with several good sketches of Marvin.

The younger Miss Norton picked up the package she was waiting for, a new pair of boots, more suitable than anything she already owned should she be able to go adventuring with the rest of the party. Our next jaunt promises somewhat milder thrills, and we are all hoping that she will feel well and join her sister in observing and noting some of the natural wonders.

Being so far from my own mailing address, I of course received nothing, but Tristan's promised to go for my mail in my absence. At any rate, I took the opportunity of being so near a city centre to post some letters of my own. A report to Davies on the lack thus far of any Krakens, sky or otherwise, and a few words on the efficacy of his creation. A letter to Tristan, a brief note to Mr. Hope expressing a wish for the lot of us to meet up when the Unicorn comes home at long last and I represent the expedition before the Society*.

An evening to freshen up and enjoy a hot meal on the ground (the Nortons spent the night in their own house, and offered me the use of a guest bedroom, but I prefer my own quarters on board the Unicorn and politely declined), and then we're off north to explore the forest primeval.


Captain Burton Wilder
The Brass Unicorn

*In exploring what my chronicler refers to as 'the blogosphere', I was for a moment overjoyed to see (what I believed to be) several references to the Royal Scientific Society. It seemed everyone had a link, though I wasn't at all aware of the Society being aether-capable. I was quite confused on learning that it was something else entirely (which I do not yet understand), and curiouser and curiouser, wanted me to feed it (?). How would this even be possible? What does an RSS eat? And if not the Royal Scientific Society, what is it?