"To just jump in here, I found it to be a rather enjoyable event myself. The over all expression of steam was well represented. As it was my the first time attending any anime convention I was impressed at the number of people there."
"I don't generally go to NekoCon, since I'm not big into anime. Though it seems to be steampunk-themed this year, so I may be missing out. I will be at MarsCon in Williamsburg in January, though, hopefully decked out in some…"
"Just tossin' out a short greetin' to everyone... I have been working my way up the historical ladder slowly as it were, started out in '82 with the SCA but have left that years behind. Currently trapped in Norfolk for more years then…"
Greetin's to all gentle folk. If I might presume upon y'all nice people for a short moment, I would be most happy to introduce myself.
My story ain't so different from so many others. I was born in the new state of California, near enough to the southern border with Mexico. My father had been servin' in the naval forces of the United States, an' my mother was the daughter of a farmer a chasin' after the gold rush.
With the disappearance of my father at sea afore my birth, my mother’s family decided on to returnin' to their property in northern Louisiana. It was there that I grew up an' learned the lessons of life.
That great dividin' that befell us, known as the War of Northern Aggression, led me into the armed service of the Confederacy. Now, none of my family ever owned no slaves, an' truth bein' tellin', I ain’t met a single one of 'em yet that don’t think it a repugnant institution. But all that said, my reasonin' for joinin' the cause was to preserve our individual an' states rights from the tyranny of the Yankees' Federal government.
From those first battles, which I witnessed with the Infantry, brought me to quickly volunteerin' for the newly formin' Aerostats an' Aerodynes Corp, I can tell y'all that times after that were never dull. Havin' served in battle afore, I was lucky (or unlucky, depending on y’alls own views) to be lofted to those heavenly heights as a freshly dipped Second Lieutenant in the 49th Louisiana Aerostat Squadron, Company F.
Now, I can tell y'all that our Aerostats weren't nothin' like the fancy airships that so many of you folks be flittin' about in today. Just a modified lil' ole river boat, lashed on to a big canvas bag of floatin' gas, which more than one of the deck-hands figured must of come from old Abe’s speeches. We made do, and did right damn good with them things. Also learned me a few tricks an' more on how to stay out of trouble as much as to gettin' into it along the way.
By war’s end, I had stumbled all the way up to Captain in the 51st Aero-Regiment of the Army of the Trans-Mississippi. I believe to this day that it was our Aerostat and Aerodyne Corp that served to bringin' that terrible conflict to a close. Havin' survived a crash landin' on my last sortie, I ended up captured by a couple of troopers in Union blue - nice enough fellows, even for 'em bein' damn yankees an’ all - an' I had to hold off afore givin' my parole, but by then, things had come to a close. A military draw perhaps, but I can live with that. An' after the fightin' had ended, there just weren’t no real need for so many of us servin' in uniforms no more.
So, I decided to take my discharge an' salvaged one of the newer girls from the scrapyards, talked a few of the fellas into keep flyin' with me, an' have been tryin' my hand at makin' my way as a fast packet courier ever since. An' with the states finally settlin' their differences aside an' gettin' more or less back together, it has made it a mite easier on those of us simple folk just trying to earn a livin'.
While she ain't not so much to be lookin' at, she is small, wicked fast an' damn near impossible to spot ‘til we get right on top of ya. The Weepin' Angel is classed as a Brig (so I been told), havin' 120 foot of deckin' front to back, and near on 20 foot across. Her ‘velop is a might bit more at 200 foot long, but does cast a nice lil' bit of shade on a hot summer day. She's rigged with a 'peller to either side of her, an' with small stubby sails on the sides of the envelop just in back of her horizontal rudders, for when the need to move a bit more quietly is required. We don’t carry much in the way of freight tonnage, but if ya havin' a need to get from here to yonder in a short order, my Angel is the best way to get there.
I don't generally go to NekoCon, since I'm not big into anime. Though it seems to be steampunk-themed this year, so I may be missing out. I will be at MarsCon in Williamsburg in January, though, hopefully decked out in some steamy regalia (this is assuming I finish making my costume before then).