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23 September 2009 @ 01:32 pm
March 9th
1932, London

Dear me,

I have returned from The Tower Garage(which isn't really a garage. It is more of a large bunker I use for testing prototypes) and have some interesting news to impart. Sir Arthur came to visit me while I was checking the equations on the Marian. He wanted to talk to me about Reggie of all things. His advise was rather extraordinary and I don't want to forget the conversation, so I shall record here lest I forget.

I was sitting at my rather cluttered desk, bemoaning the lack of heating that was making my hand harder to work with when I heard The door slam shut. I turned around sharply while reaching for my ray gun.

"Don't be so jumpy kitten, I don't fancy being dead." said Sir Arthur his pompously British way( I am Welsh and don't forget it!)

"Sir Arthur!" I cried and jumped up and embraced him some what violently. Thanks heavens Sir Arthur is so sturdy, or I fear I would have knocked him over.

"Oof. Kitten, sit down. It constantly amazes me how unladylike the modern girl is. You really should try and behave with more decorum. You would get on better with Young Napier that way. The old families like a bit of formality now and again."  I wrinkled my nose and he looked at me severley through his monocle. "That kind of expression is exactly what I mean. Now offer me some tea like a good girl." I stuck my tongue out at him and departed to the other end of the bunker the get the tea things.

When I came back with the tray Sir Arthur had situated himself in the only comfy chair I have in the Garage. I smiled as I poured and then sat down on the hard wooden chair. Sir Arhutr sipped the tea and raised an eyeborw.

"Budget cuts again?" he asked

"Yes. Lord Napier rather delights in them."

"Napier does no such thing. He deligths in your budget cuts. If you were nicer to him you might get your staff and heat back."

"NO! He is the one who keeps demanding I change my design for the Marian and make it smaller. If she gets any smaller she will fall out of the sky. He isn't an engineer. He doesn't know the kind of work I am pouring into this project. I am not going to pet his ego just so I can be warmer. Summer is almsot here and until them I can wear extra layers. As for the staff, excepting Rohn, they were useless."  this is all perfectly true. The other eason is that I simply refuse to bow before Napier's just because he is an English  Lord and I am a Welsh officer

"Kitten, this isn't good for you. Your hand has gotten worse since the staff went, hasn't it?" He looked at me in his hawk like way and I nodded sheepishly. "Let me see it." I held out my righ hand for him to look at. He looked at the large scar in the center and grunted. The scar tissue was tinged blue. He pressed my hand under the tea cozy.  "keep it under that for a few minutes while I get down to business."

"Business? Oh Yes. What is it that brings you to Tower Garage?"  I asked him as the teapot warmed up my rather chilly hand.

"This business with Reginald Ravensdale and the other missing officers." He said with a knowing look.

"Oh." I said stupidly "Well. it is a bit shocking and inconvienient but I haven't a thing to do with it.

"Have you seen the names of the officers who have gone missing?" he asked.

"Not really. They weren't named in the papers and I was never curious." I said vaguely.

"I thought not. Take a look." He handed me a scrap of paper. I looked down, puzzled.

' Name, rank                                                   Date of disaperance
  Daniel 'Danny' Rohn, Capt.                       Dec. 2nd, 1931
  George Walker, Capt.                                 Jan. 2nd, 1932
  Lawernce 'Dizzy' Evans, Capt.                   Feb. 2nd, 1932
  Reginald 'Reggie' Ravensdale, Capt.     Mar. 2nd, 1932'

I gasped.

"I know them all. Danny was my assistant, Walker an old co-pilot, Dizzy was our crew chief, and Reggie had a nasty habit of proposing."

"I know all this kitten. You haven't been in question before because you were known to be in the office or with my on all those days. Someone was setting up an alibi for you. Do you want to know what other thing these men all have in common?" I nodded blankly, stunned by this revalation. " The have each saved you in one way or another. Rohn defended you to Napier, Walker carried you out of the training excercize, Evans stitched your hand up on site and kept you from shock, and Reggie was the one who got you to the specialist for your eye and hand. Then he got old Ravensdale to take you on. They also all attended the Academy the same year you did."  I was so stunned.

"This can't be." I said.

"It clearly can be my girl."

"What should I do?" I asked him rather patheticly.

"You keep this quiet and find a friend who can help you. I recommend Napier. He has contacts and can keep you out of the hands of the Yard and MP's. He can also go places on the street you can't. Places Reggie and the others might have gone."

"Why? How is that important?"

"Think girl! You are clever enough to know that you will have to figure this out yourself. The MP's and Yard are going to get into a jurisdictional tussle and that will slow thigns down by months. There isn't that much time. You have worked cases with the MP's before and can do this. You are going to need someone with money and the drive to help you."

"You think Napier is the man? What is wrong with your help?" I felt betrayed by him.

"I have to leave for the continent  tomorrow and then the States. I won't be here to save you from the fire. I also think that the men who help you are going to end up dead. Such danger should be left to younger, stronger men. "  I looked forlorn and nodded in agreement while swearing that I would under no circumstances ask Napier for help.

Sir Arthur wrapped up the conversation with a few pleasantries and the promise to send some good tea and brandy around. As he walked out the door he looked back at me.

"Daria, I checked before coming here and I can tell you that your sister is not behind this. She is running highly dangerous supper drugs in Slutzk. But be careful. There is no Holmes in this life we live." and he gave me one of his rare hugs. That hug was probably the scariest thing to happen all evening.

I said goodbye and closed up Tower Garage and came home as quickly as possible. I am going to close this now and go bounce the days events off Laura. I am suddenly very, very worried about this whole thing.

Current Music: I Am Aglow - Sarah Harmer
20 September 2009 @ 03:04 pm
London, 1932

Dear me,

James Napier is a nasty man. I hate him for being so ever present in my life. He is all sarcasm and prickles. I am not sure why I am writing this down, as I am sure I will always remember Mr. Napier, but it is nice to complain to the page.

Lord Napier is young man of breeding who has the unfortunate task of overseeing my work. I am the leader in the field of innovative avionics and my outfit is run by the RAC. The ROYAL Air Corp. We all work for the Crowne. There is no reason I should have to have all of my work approved by a civilian appointed by Their Royal Majesties. Lord Napier is a brilliant scientist, but he has no respect for anyone elses work. None whatsoever. I was the on who figured out how to build small dirigibles that could run with out a manmade propulsion system. That particular piece of work allowed us to quell several rebellions in the East as well as remind the Confederacy that we are the true power in the world. And reopened trade with Upper Mongolia! The fact that my hadn spasams is no reason for him to doubt my work! Odious man.

James has also taken to refering to Capt. Ravensdale snidely just to watch me twitch. Everyone has been whispering behind my back about Reggie. The MP's have looked through my flat and found nothing incriminating. They called in the Yard to search through some of Reggies haunts and found nothing. Reggie has been missing 3 days and nothing has been seen or heard. If he isn't found soon I may be in a lot of trouble. Laura has beena brick about this whole thing.

Laura Cooper is my flatmate. she also works as an HQ secretary. Major General Craddock is not half as nice as General Ravensdale, but Laura seems to like him. Laura was engaged to a Lt. but he died int he war. Laura is 12 years older than me, hence the death in the war. Well anyway, Laura has been super nice about this whole debacle. I rather wish Reggie hadn't gone and vanished. It really isn't fair to the rest of us. I am sure he simply went off to Calais without tellign anyone or something like that. He wouldn't get himself killed or kidnapped. It doesn't matter. I have to go review my papers per Napier orders and then mend my second best pair of stockings.

19 September 2009 @ 05:40 pm
1932, London

Dear me(I explain this below)and possibly posterity,

I am pleased to write that I have resolved to keep something of journal. Of late many fantastical things have been happening and I feel the need to record it all just as a reference. I do not think of this a journal. It is more of a very long letter to me. As for posterity, well... one simply cannot tell who might get a hold of this eventually. I do hope that the tales told here will be thrilling and somewhat scandalous, but not so bad as to damn me in the History Books To Come.

It would be simply rotten if I didn't let any one who might read this know who is writing, I am Daria Helene Lathrop, Aviatrix Extraordinaire(I am not bragging, really!) and Amateur Sleuth.

Now the introductions are all in order I might as well get down to the issues at hand. Not to complain or anything, but I do have quite a lot of issues. Not the sort that can land you in the loony bin, but the sort that involve really people and all of that bothersome emotion business. It is a bit of trial, but I am in a spot of trouble. General Ravensdale's son has gone missing, and I was the last person he spoke too. 

Reggie Ravensdale is a pompous ass, but he is rather good looking. He is also has a tendency to pay Too Much Attention and it is getting me into to trouble. The General doesn't think I did it, but his mother and siblings do. Thank the the heavens that the General knows I would never hurt Reggie. He may be annoying and unable to take a hint, but I wouldn't abduct him. The MP's have been called in and are investigating, but I don't really understand what they expect to find in my hhome other than scribles about wind and trejectories and math buisness. I do have several letters of the General's that need to be posted, some of which would be better black mail than kidnapping Reggie and he knows it.

It doesn't matter. I will muddle through it but in the mean time I must meet Mr. Napier at HQ. I detest the train ride out to HQ, but it can't be helped.