Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

[irishrob]

Methinks that the "red-ness" expressed by Panache, be it puce, carmine, titian, pink or maroon, may portend of dangerous things to come. Or is it just a red flag? Not to be confused with the red scarves worn when running with the bulls. Which of course has nothing to do with shooting the bull. Will he shoot an A-Beast or is more bull required?

Or could the "maroon" refer to a state of abandonment by the League of Moderators???

I, for one am bating my breath to see what Panache uses for bait.

Rob

[starbkjrus]

Methinks that the "red-ness" expressed by Panache, be it puce, carmine, titian, pink or maroon, may portend of dangerous things to come. Or is it just a red flad flag? Not to be confused with the red scarves worn when running with the bulls. Which of course has nothing to do with shooting the bull. Will he shoot an A-Beast or is more bull required?

Or could the "maroon" refer to a state of abandonment by the League of Moderators???

I, for one am bating my breath to see what Panache uses for bait.

Rob

Hmmm. Well Rob I'm not sure what to say about your batted breath. Does that mean you are hitting yourself in the mouth with a bat? Or eating one. Hmmm. Shades of Ozzy Ozbourn.

I just hate it when the red flad is raised and I have no idea what it means.

I guess the last question is whether the state of abandonment is permanent.

[way2fractious]

...bating my breath to see what Panache uses for bait.

Cute. This sort of wordplay (only one letter away from swordplay) just gets Panache going (or keeps him going. )

[BEEDEE]

I, for one am bating my breath to see what Panache uses for bait.

Rob

Rob's use of the term bating lead me to google the word. And I find that it is actually a tanning term and may, in fact, be useful to us should we find an acryli-beast and need to preserve the skin.

Bating
A process which is usually defined as "reducing" or "removing." The basic purposes of DELIMING and bating are to remove calcium hydroxide (or other alkali) from the skin, to lower pH, and, of great importance, to treat the skin substance with proteolytic enzymes so as to obtain desired grain appearance in the finished leather. Bating also serves to impart softness, stretch, and flexibility to the leather, while at the same time providing the basis for a clean, smooth grain by loosening scud consisting of hair roots, pigment materials and grease. It also eliminates all traces of the firm, plumped, and swollen state of the skin induced by the alkaline unhairing liquors by bringing the skin into a soft, fallen condition. Today bating is employed mainly in tanning light leathers, such as those used in bookbinding, where drape, flexibility, and softness of handle are of primary importance.

The origin of bating is somewhat obscure but probably dates back to the time when LIMING was not a common practice. It may have been originated by a tanner who noticed that skins badly soiled with dung often produced a softer, stretchier, silkier leather.

As recently as the early years of the present century, the process of bating consisted of immersing the delimed skins in water at a temperature of 35-40° C., and then adding a liquid paste of pigeon or hen dung. The skins were run in this liquor until they acquired a particularly soft, flaccid and silky handle. The finished leather was found to have a very smooth, clean flat, flexible grain and was very soft and stretchy. Considerable variations in time, temperature and quantities were used for various types of leather. The effect of bating was produced by enzymes, which, under appropriate conditions of temperature and pH, are capable of dissolving and digesting some of the protein constituents of the skin. In a properly controlled process they are given only sufficient time for further removal of undesirable interfibrillary proteins, or to modify or weaken those fiber structures which, by binding the collagen fibers tightly together, would cause the grain to be wrinkled and the resultant leather to have no stretch.

Today bating is accomplished by the the use of enzymes extracted from animal tissue, e.g., the pancreas of swine or sheep, or from microorganisms such as molds and bacteria, called respectively pancreatic and bacterial bates.

Perhaps we will be able to substitute penguin or other artic bird dung for the recommended pigeon or hen dung.

Brian

[starbkjrus]

That does sound like a good process for hides.

But breath?

:crap:

[Panache]

Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

A Victorian Tale of Horror told in Chapters

Chapter 7


There are some memories that gleam brightly in my mind for their beauty. Their remembrance is set within the stone of the core of my recollections. There they remain undiminished by time to stand as the touchstone from which I compare all other experience. The morning of the Saltire’s maiden flight is one of them. The sun shown bright that morning in late May. The birds sang cheerfully to welcome the dawn, and the Mountain which the Great Hall of X Marks the Scot was built upon was covered in the lovely blooms of Yellow Jessamine. A gentle spring zephyr bore their scent to fill the corridors of the Great Hall of X marks the Scot. The delicate hum of bees filled the air as they gathered the sweet nectar of the golden yellow flowers. The birds sang …

… hmmm…actually, come to think of it, Yellow Jessamine is without scent and extremely toxic, even bees drop dead after sipping their poisoned nectar! Perhaps it wasn’t Yellow Jessamine, or perhaps it was but there wasn’t a scent in the air…err…the humming could have been from a low flying aero plane… hmmm…Well anyway it was a grand morning in late May regardless of the exact details.

The day had been picked carefully as Hank and Mike were away from the Hall performing an in depth inspection on some of the League of the Moderators’ investment properties in Caribbean. Our one remaining Herald, Dee was in Scotland on an important Pub survey. This left only the Moderators Colin and Nelson to deal with. In order to insure that they did not notice the expedition’s departure, David had casually suggested to the two of them that they inventory our single malt collection. They had readily agreed to this and had spent the better part of the previous night hard at work inventorying our many fine vintage whiskies. As was to be expected, they felt the need to perform several quality tests to make sure that our stocks were of sufficient merit for inclusion in our prestigious cellar. Given the condition we had found Colin and Nelson in when the hour struck Midnight, and that we had had to render a fair amount of assistance to get the two of them to their chambers, we felt it highly unlikely they would achieve anything resembling consciousness before noon. As for Spasm, we three conspirators decided that in the extraordinary event our addled and ancient butler was able to remember and relate the exact details of what transpired this fine morning, no one would believe him.

David and I shared a light breakfast. Todd had eaten earlier and already departed to the dirigible’s hanger for final preparations. Finishing our coffee we gathered our bags and adjourned upstairs to the long hallway that led to the Library. David stopped before a massive walnut grandfather clock. He pressed a small carved wooden sheep that was part of the clock’s decoration and stepped aside as the big timepiece slid silently aside to reveal a short passageway. We entered and carefully slid the clock back into place behind us. An ornate small elevator took us deep within the bowels of the mountain to David’s mono tracked railway system. Settling into the crushed velvet maroon seats he pressed a button and the small but powerful train hurtled forward into the dark labyrinth of tunnels to take us to the hanger.

On arrival Todd waved to us from the Saltire’s Gondola. At the small stairway leading into the airship David now stopped me and regarding me with an arched eyebrow asked “So Jamie where is our crew? We need at least twenty people to properly operate a ship this big. You said you had it planned out but all I see is the three of us and we have room and provisions aboard for at least a hundred.”

“Not to worry David, all is arranged”, I said calmly.

“You realize we need a very precise team to act as a crew? They are going to have to work together like a fine tuned machine…”

Checking my pocket watch I saw it was but seconds until the hour struck six.
I counted them off “eight, seven, six , five , four, three, two, one”. At that exact moment some 80 men and women entered the hanger in an orderly line. They all wore black argyle jackets, white shirts, black ties, and kilts in the Wallace tartan. Each carried a small knapsack, an instrument case, and a copy of the book Zeppelin Operation Made Easy tucked under their arms.

I turned to David, “I think that these good people will work together in perfect harmony“ I said smugly.

“Isn’t that Nelson’s Orchestra?”

“Yes I believe so. I decided to borrow them.”

“Does Nelson know about this?” David asked with another raised eyebrow.

“I may have forgotten to inform him” I replied in my most apologetic voice.

Now I should note that Nelson is an absolutely splendid fellow who delights in sharing the music of his pipe band, his jazz quartet, his hurdy gurdy player, and most of all his symphony orchestra with all that would take delight in their music. Note that I mention the music of this performers and not the performers themselves. David and I share a great fondness for Wagner, a composer that sadly Nelson was not too keen on. Our attempts to slip a few movements from Wagner’s Tannhauser or Ring Cycle in his orchestra’s repertoire had met with stern disapproval and stiff resistance from our most musical member of the League of Moderators. He had in no uncertain terms indicated that we were to leave his musicians alone.

David smiled broadly and evilly. “You are beginning to show promise Jamie.” Our purloined crew embarked onto the airship to take their stations. David and I headed for the Gondola near the front of the craft which was the Zeppelin’s bridge and command center.

We found Todd there giving directions to a violinist and cellist from his station at the helm. Where David and I had seen fit to dress ourselves in the kilted daywear outfits appropriate for a Scottish gentlemen setting forth on an expedition, Todd had clearly had a different idea in mind. He wore knee high black boots, gray military breeches and matching gray military jacket. The whole uniform was topped off with a elaborate Captain’s hat. When I asked him what he was dressed up for he replied brightly “This is a German Zeppelin officer’s uniform, perfectly accurate an appropriate for our expedition . I‘m especially proud of the hat. This is an authentic Zeppelin Commander‘s hat”.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“It’s a Zeppelin Commander’s hat” he confirmed.

“Hmmm…Which would be worn by?”

“Well the Zeppelin’s Commander of course!”

“Who would be?”

“Well you…err.. oh… oops”

I held out my hand and he reluctantly handed me the hat.

I put it on at a jaunty angle.

Todd looking a little put out, remarked “That hat doesn’t go with your outfit”.

“Luckily, being there is no such thing as the Kilt Police, I don’t have to worry too much about it. To your stations all!”

Todd saluted and replied smartly “Ya Herr Kaptain!”

I sat in my Captain’s chair behind the helm. At long last our journey was about to begin.

I cleared my throat and called out “Open hanger doors” .

“Hanger doors open” replied the Cellist working at her controls.

“Engage engines 1 and two”

“Engines 1 and 2 engaged ” answered Todd.

“Cast off mooring lines”

“Mooring lines away “ said the violinist.

“Ready David?” I asked.

“Ready Jamie!” he said pulling out his conductor’s baton from his sporran and heading up the ladder into the belly of the dirrigible.

“Ready Todd?” I asked.

“Ya mein Kaptain!” he said hands at the controls.

“Then let us be off. Take her forward Todd!”

Todd adjusted a few levers and with slow majesty the Saltire began to move forward. We cleared the hanger and began a gentle ascent to a clear sky.

“ Engage engines 3 and 4.” I called.

“Engines 3 and 4 online” said Todd.

I spoke into the ship’s intercom “The Sky is ours! Forward and onward to Adventure!”

From the interior of the zeppelin came the opening bars of a Wagner piece.

Far below, the sad and lonely figure of the hurdy gurdy player waved goodbye to us as we flew higher and higher to the stirring music of the Ride of the Valkyries.

We were on our way!




To be continued…