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Matte Kudasai

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Billy Sabab 2/13/2019 9:34pm


Dinner at the Rotting Worm Book Faire in Old Habitsform is exquisite. Those bookseller types have a taste for fine food and wine. You just have to know the right ones.

In my case, I only knew one. Good thing he didn't want to drink alone.

"I expected you'd be using the money you realized from the sale on dinner with Captain Nomenclature?" He used the weird fake French pronunciation again. I tried to use it when I introduced myself but fumbled it badly.

"Oh, I make it a policy never to mix business and pleasure as far as clients are concerned."

"Clients? But she bought the book from you. That makes you the client."

"Well, yes. Me included."

We twirl the wine in our glasses.

"Yes, you could use the glasses to track the book."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The additional pair of glasses I am giving you. The ones with the knobs."

"To track the book?"

"Yes, to follow the "The Traits, Features, Characteristics, Peculiarities, Mannerisms, Qualities, and Attributes of the Hymergian Man-Fungus," with fold-out illustrations intact."

"Uh.. whu... why would I want to do that?"

"Because I have a job for you."




@Rose Nomenclature @Egregore






Billy Sabab 1/12/2019 5:55pm


I’d forgotten what a shifty bunch rare book dealers are. Especially the even more shady ones that would be interested in a tome like "The Traits, Features, Characteristics, Peculiarities, Mannerisms, Qualities, and Attributes of the Hymergian Man-Fungus," with fold-out illustrations intact. It takes me all morning till I find one I think I can trust.

“No, no! Don’t fold it out! You haven’t been looking at it directly, have you? Here, put these on.”

He hands me a pair of riveted copper googles, bristling with levers and switches, and puts on a pair himself.

“Now it’s safe. A fair number of this type of illustration were illuminated with subliminal self-replicating patterns. Flip THAT switch and it filters them out.”

“What do the rest the switches do?”

“Oh all kinds of things. And you can mix and match to create a crazy number of hybrid effects.”

I’m fiddling with the dials and levers when someone walks past the store window. They have towering antlers and a soft gold glow. I flip the goggles up and see it’s a young woman, no antlers, but wears her jacket in a way that marks her as an airshipman. She’s beautiful.

“Any idea who that is?”

“That would be Captain Nomenclature. Of the Egregore. A hunter for hire, a reseller, a mercantilist like yourself. She might have interest in your book. Me, I don’t have the proper facilities for keeping such a thing around.”

The Rotting Worm Book Faire in Old Habitsform may be paying off in unexpected ways.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 12/12/2018 10:26pm


The best combination of proximity and the cargo we have is the Rotting Worm Book Faire in Old Habitsform. It's the perfect place to take "The Traits, Features, Characteristics, Peculiarities, Mannerisms, Qualities, and Attributes of the Hymergian Man-Fungus," and I'm sure I'll know at least a couple of the rare book dealers in attendance. Though horrible to behold, the illustrated fold out pages are intact! Just imagine the intrinsic value!

Stopping at random garage and estate sales on the way as we spot them.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 11/7/2018 9:06pm


Had to take a day off to fumigate. Carting all this old stuff around can fill the whole ship with a musty smell, and when you start having to shake moths out of your bedroll at night you know it's time.

So we batten and lash everything down, secure the drawers and cabinets, then open up all the windows and hatches and cargo bay doors and fly awhile, dancing with the headwinds and blowing out all the cobwebs.

It's on nights like these I like to scale the hull and spend some time up top. Saw a whole bunch of falling stars.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Bill Sabab 10/3/2018 10:53pm


Time sure flies in the Piercing of the Spires. Maybe it's the altitude.

The Matte Kudasai made the climb with no problem and docked at the sky gates of the city. My ticket was good for only one person, but after the events at Old Crag the crew were more than happy to spend their liberty on the ship, tending to some routine maintenance and enjoying the relative safety of their floating home. They had enough to get by for the month I'd be away, so long as they didn't blow all their personal stakes at the rough and tumble bars and parlors that exist outside the city walls for sailors just like them.

While a whole month passed for the crew, my own trip took me only an afternoon, subjective time. It's a well known side-effect of visiting the Piercing of the Spires, which is why all the other visitors you see are in such a hurry. If you dawdle here you can add a whole week outside. And still you see the visitors who have succumbed to it, and made it their home. They saunter at their leisure, stop and smell the flowers, some of them likely thousands of years old. What's left for them to return to outside? Nothing.

I, on the other hand, have responsibilities, and filled our hold with a load of cargo that should pay off very well, including an entire near-mint Shining Trapezohedron sound system, a collection of ancient texts concerning "The Traits, Features, Characteristics, Peculiarities, Mannerisms, Qualities, and Attributes of the Hymergian Man-Fungus" (with illustrations and maps intact), and a set of self setting and cleaning intelligent dishware. Plotting a course now to SALES!

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 9/1/2018 9:54pm



Found it! A flyer I picked up at a swap meet in Transversal awhile back:

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THE BIGGEST GARAGE SALE IN HISTORY

HAPPENING NIGHTLY

FOREVER

Visit the Piercing of the Spires for the widest
selection of rare, vintage, and gently used goods
offered at rock bottom prices across all the eons.
Take your pick of what's fallen between the cracks
of what was and will be. This flyer good for one (1)
admittance per lifetime. Ask for Lenny.

=======================================

That's the ticket right there. Been saving it up for a rainy day.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 7/30/2018 10:22pm


We're all gathered on the observation deck, watching the tower of Old Crag in the distance, and it's lighting up the sky and clouds like a thunderstorm. There's a faint echo of the bells and buzzers in the wind. Will it remain like this forever? Are the eldritch flames that fuel those haunted pinball machines eternal, or will they some day die out? For now, Old Crag stands like a crazy, flickering lighthouse in this ghostly mountain range, warning sky sailors to keep their distance.

The crew is patched up, as well as can be. Luckily ship's doc wasn't among the casualties. She's got all the heads bandaged and broken limbs set, and we've gathered on the observation deck to pay our respect to those that didn't make it--Rebo, Tender Max, Mr. Fripp, young Chip, and even Old Craig himself. He might have had eclectic tastes, but it was never his intention to create a human-sized pachinko machine from hell and then to trap us in it.

Nobody said that being Junkmen of the Air was a job for the faint of heart.

On top of the emotional losses, there's the loss on the whole shipment of arcane arcade games. That's both money and time spent with no payoff, and after the crew has mended a bit their minds will begin to dwell on the lack of liquid income for the Matte Kudasai.

Time to rustle around a bit in the hold and see what I can dig up for our next adventure.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 7/7/2018 8:40pm



KA-CHING! KA-CHING KA-CHING KA-CHING!

Good god. What have we unleashed?

Rebo, Tender Max, Mr. Fripp, and young Chip--all crushed by the giant steel balls.

It seems the energies of those haunted pinball machines--once they were all plugged in and played simultaneously--formed an explosion of eldritch energy, turning the entirety of Old Crag Castle into a giant pinball machine. Giant silver balls--each big enough to fill a hallway, crash from floor to floor. We run for safety between the rooms. Sometimes the doors open and we're safe for a moment, other times they bat us back like flippers, throwing us into the paths of the relentless steel balls. That, coupled with the flashing lights and deafening bells, will no doubt be the death of the entire crew, unless we can work our way back to the ship. It's moored on the other side of the castle, but the balls keep coming our way. Look out!

KA-CHING KA-CHING KA-CHING KA-CHING KA-CHING!

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 6/14/2018 10:03pm


Time moves funny at Old Crag. I should have remembered that. So should have the crew. It seems like we've all been here before.

It's been a few days at least. With the skies so overcast it's like the days never really come. The resort sits like a castle--because it is a castle--and we watch from the top of the turrets as the fog stretches out in the valley below. That is, when we're not drawn into the eerie din of parties long gone by in the ballrooms, women in gowns and men in tuxes and the muted sounds of a big band from behind an aquarium. I swear Jack Nicholson sauntered by on our way to find the caretaker.

Old Craig has held off on letting us go till he's had a chance to try out all the merchandise--the load of haunted pinball machines and arcade games we brought from Psychic High School. Sure, there're plenty of drinks and plenty of food, but each day it seems we wake up hungrier than the last. Old Craig has promised us he'll make his decision just as soon as he has his Pinball Championships. Apparently he wants to give all the old machines a workout before he makes his final decision. So the crew and I are gearing up for a big game night, and then finally we'll be on our way.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






Billy Sabab 5/26/2018 10:41pm


That haul of cursed vintage arcade games from Psychic High School makes an unholy racket. Haunted pinball machines, possessed pachinko machines, love testers, grip testers, vindictive weight & fortune machines, angry punching bag machines--they're all going off in the hold at once and yelling at each other with all the bells and buzzers they've got. Nobody's had a good night's sleep for days.

Soon we'll land at Old Crag Station to meet the collector I know--Old Craig. Old Craig bought Old Crag Station years ago, when it was an abandoned mountain resort, and he hasn't done a thing to keep it up. Dusty carpets in the lobby and cobwebs on the chandeliers. It's always a bit creepy, but the crew will be glad to get off the ship and away from this noise. Hopefully Old Craig will take some off our hands.

Capt. Billy Sabab
Master of Garbology
Matte Kudasai






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