Thank you so much for letting me attend the Sky Commodore’s Masquerade Ball! I had so much fun! There was so much to see and do. I don’t know where to start describing it.
It was my first ball, you know.
Everyone there was dressed so fancy—top hats and canes and corsets and pretty masks. I didn’t have a mask, but I didn’t mind. I had a new party dress. One lady had a giant wing for an arm, and a nice gentleman had a rocket pack operated by pretty glowing lights and clockwork. So much clockwork everywhere! It made me feel right at home. Gears, too, everywhere. Some of the vendors in the bazaar were even selling spare gears. One booth had bottles of something called “Brain Tonic.” Maybe we should buy some for Monkey. He kept hammering nails up his nose; that can’t be good for his head.
Why do mimes not talk? I saw a few of them, including a pretty one named Dolly. She stubbed her toe on a really heavy barbell, so I moved it for her. I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings when I helped, because she was having trouble lifting it.
Alta was there, too. She is so tall! I think she probably could have touched the planes hanging from the ceiling. I did mention that the ball was held at the Frontiers of Flight Museum, right? The museum is pretty neat. Lots of exhibits about airplanes and flying and space. We did have to stop Javé from trying to escape in a landing capsule. I don’t know where he planned on taking it. Home, maybe?
I even got interviewed by a man from a podcast who said I didn’t look a day over 1927. While it wasn’t my first time to be interviewed—that was at my first outing, Cyclovia—it was my first interview on a video camera. Kasha helped. I think the Empress would have helped, too, but someone had to keep an eye on Javé and Monkey.
The automatons are all very nice to talk to. The Spine is very shiney, and has such a deep voice. Rabbit is coppery, like my hair, and is very silly. You’d think, being a robot, he’d know better than to give his toaster-girlfriend milkshakes to drink. The Jon is so adorable. He’s my favorite.
Just watching them on stage, you’d never guess that they’re all 116 years told, they move so smoothly. (Someone takes very good care of them, I think.) I enjoyed dancing to their music, also. And so did other people! A lot of people around me were dancing, too. That means the band is good, right?
The best part of the evening happened at the end. I gave the Jon one of our Circus Freaks pins and he kissed my hand! I almost thought my gears would stop! That would have been embarrassing, needing to be wound up again in front of him. As it is, I don’t think I’ll clean my hand for a long time.
If masquerade balls are always this much fun, I can’t wait until next year!
Hugs and clockwork,
A.A. “Ticke” Autoperipatetikos