The Crossroads of the Aether
The Accepted Cog Saloon
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.
Replies to This Discussion
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Permalink Reply by AirMarshal Harlan Cornelias Cain on -
EGADS!
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Permalink Reply by Dr. Mortimer VanWyke, undertaker on -
Hmm, what is happening in here?
If you all don't mind, I'd rather like to sit down and enjoy myself a nice, tall drink... a strong drink...
Ahh, it's been a long week, and it's barely half over!
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Permalink Reply by James Murray on -
Afternoon sir, thankyou for joining us. Sorry about the rowdiness in here just now, normally it is not so out of hand. A tall drink you say. What do you think Wally? A long iced tea with a generous measure of rum? Just the thing to relax after a harrasing week.
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Permalink Reply by Dr. Mortimer VanWyke, undertaker on
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Thanking you dearly, Wally.
And yes, that sounds lovely, James. As for the ruckus in here, I don't mind... though it is an unusual change from the morgue.
Hm... it's been a while since I've been around this many people.
Erm, breathing people, that is.
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Permalink Reply by James Murray on
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give it enough time and they will be lying as still as your clientele, just snoring softly.
Another round gents?
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Permalink Reply by Camryn Forrest Danjoux on
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Oh, dear what time is it? I was quite sure it was past 5 p.m. by now, but perhaps I forgot to wind my watch... dreadful bother that is.
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Permalink Reply by James Murray on
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another victim of The Accepted Cogs temporal hiccups.
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Why, it's 5 p.m. on Friday, how perfectly lovely.
Do you perhaps have a small glass of Veuve Cliquot champagne?
With, if I'm not being too difficult, an apricot? My lips are parched but I do hate to drink on an empty stomach.
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Permalink Reply by James Murray on
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A lady of such exquisite tastes. Fine clothes food, and drink. I fear i will not be able to keep up to your standards.
But an apricot, at this time of year?
Oh wait, B-space, here goes
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Now ere is a veritable cornicopia for your perusal. Dates from the middle east, Apples from the garden of eden, peaches as smooth as a .. well, maybe not in the presence of such a lady, grapes from the hills of mediterranea, and your apricot, still dew soaked despite being warmed by the first rays of the sun over Australia. O wait, you want it dried for your glass
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**returns looking slightly more tanned than before, with a hibiscus tucked behind his ear**
Here you are my dear.
**POP** and your bubbles.
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Delightful, thank you so much.
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Permalink Reply by James Murray on
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I tra"verse time and space to fulfil your whims, and i get "delightful". Such is a tarbenders lot.
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