Timeline

Vigilanteism Isn't Helping

 
 

The government has appealed to the British public, not to interfere with police investigations and to let the authorities deal with acts of lawlessness, after officers came under attack by vigilante's trying to enforce the curfew in parts of East London.

A spokesperson for the police denounced recent spates of vigilanteism and warned that anyone caught would face full force of the law.

"They were people using the current state of unrest as an excuse to carry out active disorder and violence."

The government made the announcement after locals fought street battles through the night with supporters of an alleged criminal mastermind called Christopher Hargreaves.

An uneasy calm has returned to the streets of East London, as residents start to venture outside to witness a carnival of carnage left behind after a night of destruction.

The police are to meet community leaders later today, in a bid to find ways of preventing another night of violence, and to investigate the cause of the disturbance.

It is rumoured that a clockwork automata, similar to a device stolen from government offices several years ago, was seen by several people during the dispute.

This will be the first time that a clockwork device of this nature has been seen on British soil, since the government shelved the Clockwork Project, several years ago.

 

Lawlessness Reigns In London's East End

 
 

Mayhems All,

Minutes from our Post-Curfew briefing have now been encrypted and will make their ways to your districts with the next Twilight Drop. You will also all be given updates on the Sifter Redelopment being researched in colaboration with Wentworth Holdings.

Following the open floor discussion we feel that the time and public mood is ideal to incite a little revolutionary thought; and to provide a suitable public distraction from the efforts of The Anatomist and The Chemist.

The curfew is being openly ignored in the East End, providing prime conditions for a 'counter-crime' operation/acquisition. Intelligence from JM and our sources in the black market indicate that the criminal linchpin is one Christopher Hargreaves who runs a successful, if somewhat short-sighted and simple, protection and smuggling racket.

Network sources are to make Shifter schematics widely available amough the agreed channels. It is our intention to enable the weak, the abandoned and the honest agitator. With official supervision lacking it should not prove too much of a challenge to encourage an unwitting army to challenge Hargreaves head on and reclaim the streets, and the night, for all. (Mayhems included).

Police interference should be minimal: it is highly unlikely anyone will recognise the difference between lawless rioting and the organised efforts of our collective.

Original plans have been amended to suggest the use of scavenged materials and carry the mark of Mayhem.

Ghosts in the night, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Ella

 

We Are Developing An Air Purification Device:
Exiled Govt Scientist Announces In Canada

 
 

The British Government is developing an air purifcation system, according to exiled scientist, Saccadeus Cartwright.

In a recorded address to a Canadian audience, he suggests that work on the Clockwork Project has continued with the Canadian government blessing. Seccadius and other scientists working at the Department for the Advancement of Sciences disappeared several years ago, following a row over the creation of Clockwork Servants and job security.

He also refers to an electronic telegraph survey, in which he's answers questions about precise design details of the domestic automata, and suggests these will soon be deployed in Canadian homes.

Saccadius, Head of Special Projects at the department, and his boss Indian Scientist Chan Ranbir were driven out of town by striking trade unionists, when it became apparent that the Clockwork Porject was a threat to labourer jobs across the country.

It is uncertain whether Saccadius is still working for the government, but he refers to the recent unrest, and weather conditions in the England, and alludes to be developing an air purification system, which he hopes will help reduce the fog that has brought life across the country to a standstill.

 

Readers Letters:
Britain In Dark Ages / Wealthiest Have Abandoned Country

 
 

Dearest Sasha,

I hope this letter finds you well now that the fog seems to have engulfed the entirety of our little island. I had hoped Father would avoid the worst of it by staying with you but it seems it was not to be. Please give him and Aunty Marjory my love.

Business is slow and difficult. Not only does the fog mean most airships across the country are gorunded but it also means the wealthiest citizens have gone, first out of the capital and then even out of the country I suspect. Suffices to say we have had few orders from our usual customers.

The market for luxury goods is at a definite low. Not only that but the speed at which we can bring any goods in is now relegated to that of another era when we had to rely on ships crossing the oceans, we can keep up a supply of tea and coffee but many of the goods we previously stocked just will not survive the journey. It is amazing how we took for granted how airships reduce the distance between continents.

"Britain feels very isolated."

I'm sure it won't surprise you to hear I am going stir-crazy. Not only am I prevented from travelling by my duties to the business while Father is out of London but the wretched curfew keeps means I must get home in the early evening and stay in until the next morning. I had planned for a year travelling the globe, meeting new people, seeing new sights, finding some new and exciting product for our business. Instead here I am stuck in either the house or the office, seeing no one but our employees.

Or at least I would be. You must promise not to tell Papa but I have been breaking curfew. It started a week or so after He left. I was so wracked with boredom I thought I might go mad. It was half past five and I had just enough time to make my way home befor the curfew bells when for some reason instead of taking my usual route home I started to head for the docks. I don't know what I expected to find, perhaps I thought to enjoy the quiet I knew the curfew should bring to the normally bustling area. I certainly was not expecting to find it just as bustling as ever.

"Ladies of the night offer wares"

I spotted people meeting on the corners of streets and at the mouths of alleways, making surrpetitous exchanges and then parting again. I saw ladies of the night offering their wares discreetly with a gesture or a suggestive smile. There were even public houses, ostentatious signs outside declaring them closed but people entering and leaving nonetheless. It may shock you to know that I actually entered one of these bars.

I thought I would stand out like a sore thumb but the place was crowded with all sorts of people of all sorts of appearance, I even thought I saw a clock toward the back. This at last was something of the thrill of adventure and exploration that had been missing from my life. Needless to say I came back to the docks on more than one occaision and in my illicit explorations I have found other areas of the city equally nocturnal, all places I would have previously avoided by night. I've made a number of useful contacts too but I shan't bore you by talking about that.

One positive side to all this is that the sense of British camraderie has increased. There is no help coming from the other countries and little enough from our own government but we carry on. A number of people have been tinkering with designs for devices to purify a portion of the air and allow the wearer to breathe freely. I was fortunate enough to run into one such would-be inventor on one of my late night jaunts. He was kind enough to give me one of his prototypes for a small sum and I must say it seems to work quite well. It has made travel much more bearable.

"Amateur devices are only hope"

I am meeting him again next week, he knows enough about engineering and such but he has little knowledge of business so has no idea how to get his design out to people who need it. I am hoping he will agree to let me act on his behalf in selling these. Looking around at the way many londoners are struggling, especially the poor who are often malnourished and cold as it is and so I think more at risk from the fog, I would dearly like to be able to simply give the things away but the price of materials is increasing as a direct result of the fog. Perhaps if enough profit can be made from the selling of these purifiers we can think about such charitable acts.

That is about all. I hope you will find time to write me a reply.

All my love

Elizabeth Harcourt

 

Overheard in a London Pub

by Celia Runham, Staff Reporter

Where lie the hearts of the common men of London, and why do they turn so readily to crime and to violence?  To those privileged to serve Her Majesty, or of sufficient means to elevate their homes and families into the untainted upper sky, that question seems impenetrable.

This reporter took a trek to the Fog-drenched pubs of the working class, seeking answers - for when the wine flows and a man is among friends, his heart opens and the truth issues forth.

Here now is an excerpt overheard at the Swine and Barrow, London.  One man who was suffering from a hacking cough, undoubtedly a slowly-expiring victim of the Fog, accepted this advice from a friend, with whom he was tentatively attempting to have a friendly drink.

"Ain't no way to live, is it?" said the friend.  "There ain't a hospital this side of the ocean'll see you.  But you know, mate, I've a sure way of getting you away from this miserable ----.  Take my advice and you'll be breathing clean air in a pinch."

The ill man nodded.  His coughing kept him from enjoying his lager easily, but he bravely soldiered on, taking little sips.

"Here's what you do, mate, here's what you do. 

You got to find yourself a shop - the kind fulla diamonds and pocket ro-bots and fancy hats.  Coppers standing on the street.  You go in there, and you find somethin' nice - you find the fanciest bloody hat in the whole shop.

"You put your filthy little hands on that hat, and you run.  Out the door, into the street, right past the copper.  Not too fast, mind you, but give 'em a bit of a chase - if you can with your black lungs and your skinny legs.

"Now the copper's gonna beat ya, but just keep a stiff upper lip.  In fact, maybe give him a couplea whacks for his trouble.  Sure as death you'll be stuffed in a cool, airtight cell with a bag over yer head and a dozen doors between you and the Fog.  If you're lucky they'll ship you off to Australia, free of charge.  You can bake to death in the desert or you can rot to death while rats eat your eyes."

The well man took a big, dramatic breath, which caused him to share a little in the ill man's coughing fit.  But nothing was going to stop this fellow from his great, dramatic finish.

"But imagine the air, mate, that sweet, clean air!"

This was received with laughter all around, and the men toasted to innovative thinking.