The Crossroads of the Aether
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, I hereby formally invite you to attend The Accepted Cog Saloon.
For all those worried about the time of day, do not fret. I have oft heard the saying "it is 5'oclock on Friday somewhere." Well I fed this data into my analytical engine, then plugged it into one of Mr. Steampunker's temporal iris machines. Once the crank on the tabulator was turned, Eureka, a temporal time shift bubble encased the saloon. Once you enter the doors of this place, it is 5 of the clock on a Friday afternoon, and you can pack up your worries and enjoy it like it is the weekend tomorrow.
What happens after you leave the temporal bubble is your problem, sorry.
Want a beverage or foodstuff that does not exist in England in the Year 18..? Do not fret. A well respected author I refer to a lot discovered L-space, that dimension created by the accumulation of knowledge into which all libraries in time and space are linked.
I reasoned that since once alcohol is consumed people seem to know everything, the same principles could be applied here, thus:
Alcohol=knowledge, knowledge=power, power = energy, energy=matter, and matter=mass.
Since mass has the ability to warp space, this formulae allowed me to punch through the barrier of space and time and link all places where alcohol is served via B-space, wherever and whenever they may be. So, request a food or drink, and I shall navigate the labyrinth of B-space to find you your desire (by removing it from another’s establishment) and return to you in mere moments. There is a karma in it all, as I have allowed other barkeeps entrance to the system, so we all borrow from each other.
So, come one, come all, park your air ships on the roof, shrug off your jetpacks and coats, wipe the coal dust from your cheeks, and come in for an evening of entertainment and lively discussion.
Permalink Reply by Miss Cherries Jubilee on December 6, 2012 at 8:52pm Hi ya'll,
Can you do a French 75 barkeep? just the thing to put off the Argue, I say.
Permalink Reply by Prof. Sebastian Fate on December 6, 2012 at 9:31pm Professor looks humble " ... you'll ... get no ... argument ... from ... me ... Miss Jubilee "
Permalink Reply by Shahbanoo Pantea on December 7, 2012 at 2:51am
Permalink Reply by AirMarshal Harlan Cornelias Cain on April 30, 2012 at 9:14am Your generous nature shall not soon be forgotten by myself nor those who fly under my banner/s. I shall indulge in and be pleased to partake of whichever whiskey is to be found toward the front. To your good health sir.
Jack Daniels Black for me...a double straight up please. Any geologists out there?
:-) GEOLOGIST Wally ... not GEOGRAPHIST :-)
Permalink Reply by James Murray on May 1, 2012 at 2:50am I do know of one, she apparently hordes certain ores of power. I shall look up her name forthwith.
Permalink Reply by Josephine Dorfeuille on May 31, 2012 at 4:58pm I happen to dabble in the science of the earth, perhaps i may be of use?
Permalink Reply by Imogen Poppy Townsend on March 23, 2013 at 2:17am Geologist! The infernal rock monkeys who plague my surveying vessel?! Scum, scum I say!
I jest. I am a licker of Halite.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Permalink Reply by James Murray on March 23, 2013 at 2:31am Hello dear Ms Townsend! welcome to our bar of wonders. If it pleases you, these responses were done over a year ago! To find the more active end of the discussion, click on the "Last reply" section of the previous poster. or go to the bottom of this page and click on the last page to be posted, currently 557. Hope to see you there!
Permalink Reply by AirMarshal Harlan Cornelias Cain on April 30, 2012 at 10:09am Thank you for the kindness and gesture my good man and feel free to keep the "rot gut" coming, for I have a cast iron constitution and a determined and defiant will. To YOUR good health sir, as well.
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