|The Green Fairy Cabaret. It's very green. That's Zoe in the back and Lady Moldlylocks dancing with.|
I was trying to get a handle on what happened to Steelhead exactly. I heard all kinds of crazy rumors.
The St. Helens volcano finally had the big one.
A flood washed it away like Ambertown before it.
Evil turkeys run amok.
The demons from Steelhead's past rose up and fought over it until there was nothing but burnt logs to fight over.
The Masons came back and lost a fight with a giant crab that took up the whole harbor.
A superhero lifted the whole acreage up with his bare hands and flew off to drop it on another planet for safekeeping
He stuffed it in a tiny bottle for his curio cabinet on the North Pole.
Yeah, somebody was pulling my leg. That’s the last time I trade whisky shots for tips.
I rang up Marshal Ortega again and asked him for the real scoop.
“Steelhead didn’t end," he said. "We just don’t have a place to take photos for our stories.”
Well you can't say he's not dedicated. He tells me he's already got a new spot to host his shindigs. In case you're not familiar with his operation, Krypton Radio, they do a lot of sci-fi radio plays and play corny songs of the Spike Jones variety.
He tells me Miss Zoe, the lady who owned the absinthe house I slipped into before, was still running her speakeasy. I hauled it back to what used to be Nevermoor. They were replacing the signs to say Ravenwood Forest. I saw a lot of familiar faces. Looks like this is a rallying point for evicted Steelheaders.
I waltz into the aptly named Green Fairy and there she is floating with her pink wings on. I somebody I know - an almost-shrink by the name of Moldylocks. She's one of those eccentric Babbage types. I'll write a page on her later.
She’s quibbling up there with that flying guy in the tights - I think his name is Cal - over which overpowering shade of green tiles to use to match the overpowering green walls and matching curtains. Cal seems to get real nervous around green rocks for some reason. I interject.
"You know most absinthe is yellow, right?"
She floats down and we start yakking. She’s got big plans for bringing this secluded magic patch into the 20th century. Progress! Well, still too many trees if you ask me. And still a lot magic floating around - this is the kind of place where you could sit in the wrong chair and end up someplace a mile higher than you started. She tells me they’re starting to have problems with fairy gangsters -- and by fairies I mean magic folks with wings like the one I’m talking to. Just making that clear. Seems they're gettin' into the fairy dust business. Now I don't know exactly what it does besides what Mother Goose says but there's obviously a black market for it. Yes, things should get very interesting here real fast.
As long as I’m in town I go to the phone book and ring up one of the Doc’s contacts who runs some kind of factory in Caledon. Some doll – of the clockwork variety - named Fauve Aeon. I gave her the bad news about the Masons and she was calm, but sad. I think she’s the only one I talked to that missed the demon more than any of them. Most people still won't even say the guy's name. I told her I thought I saw him wearing crimefighter tights in backstreet Berlin and she had a good laugh. I asked her as being one of the Doll Queens if she knew if any of the Doc’s pretty inventions were still ticking. Especially the stabby ones. She gave me an honest answer – no idea. At this point I’m going to assume they all ran down or broke down. She said if I ever need to get stitched up to give her a knock. Yeah, I've read about her work. If my legs get cut off I’ll certainly come running.