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Good afternoon, snippetteers! What a crazy week it’s been – and we’re not done yet. On top of much work and finishing the edits for Repeat Offence (yay!), I’m also struggling with website troubles. Never a good thing when I try to log in to post something and find the site down yet again. Apparently, my hosting company had an issue with the server… though judging by this morning, it doesn’t appear as if it’s been resolved. /sigh/
In all that upheaval, my Camp NaNo didn’t have a very good start. But I’m determined to get some words in regardless of distraction. I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to match last year’s results, but… all words are good words.
Which brings me to… Sound Judgement. In last week’s snip, the sweepers had gone to check out reports of an illegal weapons lab and had arrived at the house to find the front door standing open. Now here’s a bit of what happens next…
From Sound Judgement
“Oh my God. Who’s the Steampunk fanatic?”
“This.” Patrick no longer looked washed out and serious. A delighted smile curled his lips and his eyes glowed as he took in the small side tables, weirdly shaped lights, clocks, figurines and tools placed all over the room. “Etched snuff boxes! And look at this chronometer!”
The monstrosity in question took up one corner of the room and stood as tall as Patrick. If anyone had asked, Ian would have called it a grandfather clock. It looked like a work in progress with half its entrails on show and the other half taking up the floor around its base.
“I had no idea we’d find this!”
“Why would you?”
“Ian, really? Steampunk is… the most collectible trend on the planet. Has been for years. Pieces cost a fortune and serious collectors… Their houses are like museums. Everyone knows who they are and – very often – they get special police protection. Having all of this right here in London, and nobody knows about it? That’s like…” He waved his hands around helplessly. “I don’t even know what to compare it to.”
“Are you known as a collector?”
“What? Hardly. I have a few pieces and since the Restoration I’ve started going to meets again, but— Oh. You think it’s a trap?”