The Steampunk Empire

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. 

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Why, thank you.

May I have a Cognac Frapin Cuvee (Grande Champagne Cognac?)

And if you could help me unbutton this glove, I would be eternally grateful. I can manage the second one, but the first is always difficult.

Hi ya'll,

Can you do a French 75 barkeep? just the thing to put off the Argue, I say.

Professor looks humble " ... you'll ... get no ... argument ... from ... me ... Miss Jubilee "

Will this do Miss Cherries? I've never made one before, but I imagine since our normal barkeep is currently away in B-Space, my mixing skills will have to suffice....

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 :-)

I do know of one, she apparently hordes certain ores of power. I shall look up her name forthwith.

I happen to dabble in the science of the earth, perhaps i may be of use?

Is wally your imaginary friend? xD

Might seem as if, but no; Wally is real enough, just seems to have disappeared from this particular conversation.

He disappeared from every conversation... Remember the time he accidentally deleted himself? All his comments and everything else he left vanished...

I must say, this is quite a ways back into the time-loop to be noticing something like missing persons, Isaac... Bored?


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