The Quandry Chronicles Session 8: R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
The Quandry Chronicles Book One: The Lost Scarab of the Aethernauts! is an illustrated pulp adventure inspired by the tabletop gaming system Space: 1889 and shot in Second Life. Narrated in sessions like a tabletop campaign, QC will post weekly on Fridays, unless I get a bit ahead of myself :)
Dr. Singh, spying Bertie leaning on the deck railing as their hired aethership made its stately progress across the English Channel, wandered over. With a cough to announce his presence, he said, “Lady Alberta, we haven’t been properly introduced.”
She turned to him, waving a hand airily. “We’re far from England now, sir, you may just call me Bertie.”
Singh smiled sadly and shook his head. “And you may call me - Doctor Singh.”
“What? Oh? Oh, I see!
“My father says the most horrible things about your people. I can certainly understand the desire to be respected for one’s skills, and not only seen as one’s colonial origins.”
Singh nodded gravely. “As you wish to be respected for something other than your bloodline, I trust. If I may be so bold, Lady Alberta, what do you consider your skills to be?”
Bertie huffed, staring out into the swirling gray aether. “My father thinks archaeology is mere tomb raiding – ripping artefacts from their resting places to sell to the highest bidder. He has no love for the past, no grasp of languages. The treasures of the past belong in museums!”
Singh smiled. “You sound like Miss Quandry – she too believes in the edifying powers of science.”
“And you don’t, Doctor?
Singh shook his head. “The masses – Indian and English alike – will always be driven by fear, cruelty and superstition. The frontiers of science belong to those with the skill and bravery to explore them.”
Bertie withdrew a flask from the voluminous folds of her borrowed skirt. “I’ll drink to that, Doctor Singh.”
The Quandry Chronicles Session 8: R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
The Quandry Chronicles Book One: The Lost Scarab of the Aethernauts! is an illustrated pulp adventure inspired by the tabletop gaming system Space: 1889 and shot in Second Life. Narrated in sessions like a tabletop campaign, QC will post weekly on Fridays, unless I get a bit ahead of myself :)
Dr. Singh, spying Bertie leaning on the deck railing as their hired aethership made its stately progress across the English Channel, wandered over. With a cough to announce his presence, he said, “Lady Alberta, we haven’t been properly introduced.”
She turned to him, waving a hand airily. “We’re far from England now, sir, you may just call me Bertie.”
Singh smiled sadly and shook his head. “And you may call me - Doctor Singh.”
“What? Oh? Oh, I see!
“My father says the most horrible things about your people. I can certainly understand the desire to be respected for one’s skills, and not only seen as one’s colonial origins.”
Singh nodded gravely. “As you wish to be respected for something other than your bloodline, I trust. If I may be so bold, Lady Alberta, what do you consider your skills to be?”
Bertie huffed, staring out into the swirling gray aether. “My father thinks archaeology is mere tomb raiding – ripping artefacts from their resting places to sell to the highest bidder. He has no love for the past, no grasp of languages. The treasures of the past belong in museums!”
Singh smiled. “You sound like Miss Quandry – she too believes in the edifying powers of science.”
“And you don’t, Doctor?
Singh shook his head. “The masses – Indian and English alike – will always be driven by fear, cruelty and superstition. The frontiers of science belong to those with the skill and bravery to explore them.”
Bertie withdrew a flask from the voluminous folds of her borrowed skirt. “I’ll drink to that, Doctor Singh.”