Travelogue: Oxbridge

Ah, Oxbridge! Home of the oldest university in the Steamlands, its famed spires providing the inspiration for universities in a faraway country called "England."

Nestled within its walls is a branch of the Caledon Library:

The university has a self-guided tour for new residents, divided into several "colleges." (Naturally, I gravitate toward the College of Money and Commerce. Low breeding, I know.)

Tutors and deans are also available to answer questions. They are very patient…except with griefers and other low-lifes with bad manners.

A cheery "Welcome to Caledon" sign greets visitors.

Inside, the three luminaries of the land: Guvnah Shang, Vicereine Kamilah Hauptmann, and, between them, Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Truth to tell, I think the Queen may have forgotten about us.

Traveling through Oxbridge always reminds me of my misbegotten youth when I… well, perhaps that's a tale for another day.

Christmas in Oxbridge

The Christmas season is in full swing in Oxbridge. The tree is as tall as the university's spires - the picture below shows perhaps half of the full tree - and has a tiny railroad track and operating train at its base. Behind the tree, a small hut sits where one can obtain a cup of hot cocoa.


Below, the infamous chicks about which I have heard so much. I stand, watching, next to a zombie snowman. He seemed harmless enough, even allowing the predator to peck at his eyes.


The snow creatures in Caledon seem particularly prone to violence this year. (See also this entry.)


This snow chicken seems to have extracted its revenge.


I think it is time for a cup of free-range cocoa.