Documenting one family’s path to steampunk – projects, rants and stories galore.
By Madame vonHedwig on Saturday, February 27th, 2010
In which our distraught parents race for help, and Madame and Chef reach an understanding.
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Only the Schöneluft had the fuel stores and engine power for a run from the Himalyas across southeast Asia to the French capital of Vietnam. She could fly nearly 80 miles an hour under the right conditions, but those conditions had not been met in years. The more children they acquired, the more comforts the von Hedwigs had deemed desirable, and the slower the great airship had become.
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Flight to Saigon
By Madame vonHedwig on Saturday, February 20th, 2010
In which, although the circumstances are dark indeed, a beacon of hope shines from afar.
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Madame took off the moment her husband was on board. Although she was agitated, her flying was steady, and they soon arrived at the mouth of the tunnel that had swallowed their children. There was no place to land. They anchored, to a stalactite above them and a stalagmite below. Herr von Hedwig rappelled down to the site, bathed in the Schmetterling’s searchlight.
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The Search is On
By Madame vonHedwig on Friday, February 12th, 2010
In which the Fearless Fabricator and his intrepid wife find disturbing evidence.
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Herr and Madame vonHedwig made their way from the mad scientist’s underground lair, trudging toward the surface. They were tired, and mired in thought, but alert for any sign of Montesanto or yeti.
A distant throbbing broke the silence of the cave. Exchanging concerned and puzzled looks, they hurried toward the sound. Suddenly, bright white light flashed against the tunnel wall ahead of them as the throb became a roar. They ran pell mell toward the fading sound, skittering to a halt at the mouth of the volcanic tube they had discovered on their way in. The engine sound that had shattered the underground silence was only a muttering far below them.
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Breadcrumbs
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Swanking your jank
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Working hard in the lab, the corset post and exploring the world with the family have distracted me from posting the project I have completed. While I don’t apologize for my priorities, I do make an apology to those who have been checking in.
Not only did I finish the case for the ATX Power supply for myself, but I built a second for a good friend who is a fabulous tinker himself.
By Madame vonHedwig on Tuesday, February 9th, 2010
Photos from our adventures at Marscon 2010 are up here. We had a lovely time!
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By Madame vonHedwig on Friday, December 11th, 2009
In which our hero is prepared for a romantic emergency.
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Not much farther along, the tunnel reached the extreme point of its width, and drew narrower again. It continued, however, to lead the travelers down. After another mile or so, they could no longer walk abreast, so Herr vonHedwig took the lead, lantern tucked into his belt.
“It’s a tight squeeze ahead, my dear,” he whispered behind him. “If this is a trap, it’s an excellent one. I think we’d better move by feel and sound, at this point, just in case.
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The Cage
By Madame vonHedwig on Friday, December 4th, 2009
In which a bit of moss indicates unpleasantness to come.
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The long descent gradually leveled, and the passage widened side to side, and above. The vonHedwigs walked abreast, inspecting stalactites and stalagmites, the calling cards of ancient waters, and pointing out unusual formations in the rock. They said little, each in awe of the wonders around them. Their footfalls echoed softly, but they heard nothing else, and quiet grew large around them.
Herr vonHedwig heard his wife gasp in that great silence, and hurried to her side.
“Darling, illuminate this for me!”
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The Cave
By Madame vonHedwig on Friday, November 27th, 2009
In which science is pursued.
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The launch had been Herr vonHedwig’s wedding gift to his bride, and they had had many adventures, and created many fine memories in it. When they could afford a larger ship, and had commissioned the Schöneluft, he insisted she keep it as hers alone, so if she ever decided to fly away from him, she would have the means. She laughed, and threatened to burn it on the spot. It was called the Schmetterling.
The Schmetterling was tethered to the larger ship by a thick hemp rope. Madame stood on the metal access platform, clipboard in hand.
By Madame vonHedwig on Friday, November 13th, 2009
Bettina vs the sweeper
In which permission is asked, but not given.
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“So,” Father said, “your hypothesis is that the mythological yeti is an actual creature residing in this region. Your evidence is personal observation by Adolphus, Mirabelle, Annabelle, and Bettina.” He glanced down at his youngest, momentarily distracted by her battle with his sweeping machine.
“I saw it too, just now,” Gerhardt asserted.
“Very well,” Mother said, “what are the next steps you wish to take in your research?”
