>The Smoking Room< The Second Storey

[MWBailey]

*Whiskers wrestles open the har and hauls out teh betentacled elder god with amazing alacrity and dexterity, and proceeds to subdue it, chewing off a tentacle at a time*

No need to worry, gentlemen, Whiskers here can handle the little miscreant.

*Bailey takes a slug of stout and clears his throat*

Harrumph! So, What's doin', this day and age?

[Siliconous Skumins]

Oh not much..... Mind you, I did see Jane Austen recently, during a quick trip to test my temporal perambulator.

She's........not what you expect! The language! She could make a sailor blush! And she should know, rumor has it that she has "sunk more sailors than the Napoleonic Wars"....If you follow my meaning.
I found her at a barefist street fight, I had no idea she enjoyed the sport, but I must say she was pretty good - she easily took down her opponent, though I did feel the repeated kicking of his testicles while screaming "Get up you F***ING C***RAG!", to be somewhat.....excessive.

However things turned nasty when the police showed up. She took one of them hostage after biting off the ear, of the one who tried to arrest her. Took two hours to subdue her - in the end they were able to distract her with a bucket full of Laudanum, which she promptly consumed and demanded another....

A remarkable woman, to say the least...

[Madasasteamfish]

Oh you think that's bad. You've obviously never seen the Bronte Sisters in action (I once remember seeing them take down an entire ship's worth of drunken sailors in a barroom brawl).

[Mercury Wells]

*Cough cough* this place bloody dusty, yes the dust is made up mainly dried blood. Even the "Dust bunnies" are coloured blood red.

Anyway a XL brain cell killing drink please bar-person/thing.

[Siliconous Skumins]

Hmmm, well we do have several bottles of this... says "Tenafly Viper"




The last guy needed to run to the toilet though, haven't seen him for a while come to think of it....
Suppose I should check on him!

*walks over to the door to the toilet*

Are you OK in there?

*gurgle sound*


Urm... that a yes?...

*pushes open toilet door*

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

...?!


*turns back to bar*

............Uhm, you might want to give that one a miss!

*hangs 'out of order' sign on toilet door*

Absinthe?....We have a bottle here, it was one of several left behind by some painter chap - Van Goo or some such. Nice chap, bit odd...

[Madasasteamfish]

Absinthe?....We have a bottle here, it was one of several left behind by some painter chap - Van Goo or some such. Nice chap, bit odd...

Oh, that ginger fellow with the easel? He WAS an odd one, I mean what sort of man wears a sunflower as a buttonhole?

[Siliconous Skumins]

Do you know, I found him doing a painting of some some thin faced man with ginger hair and beard - and he was crying with laughter.  When I inquired as to what he found so funny, he said that the painting was "A self portrait!" and then bust out laughing. I pointed out that the painting looked nothing like him, he didn't have a beard for starters, and he said "That's the point!". Deeply confused, I left him to his giggles and painting.

A couple of days later, the chap featured in the painting turned up asking the painter. He introduced himself - James Self.

Then I got the joke - a "Self portrait".

It seems the painter chap found this private joke to be his favorite, as he began painting several more of James Self, and titled them as "Self portrait". He was amused by the fact that long after his death people would think THAT is what he the painter looked like...


A most odd fellow indeed.

[Ceir]

*re-apparates in a single swell foop*

-o that's what happens when the chronohelix loses power mid-sequence. Sheared right off.

...what catastrophe did I...'ang on. There's that deja vu again. The Covenant boys told me that wouldn't happen...er...again.

*drags up a chair and knocks the dust off, rummaging through many-pocketed vest in the meanwhile*

[M. H. Pennypecker]

,,,,,Page 35, hum.
Just checking.
I'll be back

[Siliconous Skumins]

*looks up from behind bar*

Huh...wassat?.....

*looks around*

Huh, I thought I heard somebody...*shrugs*

*goes back to digging through bottles of strange booze behind bar*

[Mercury Wells]

I have a unopened/opened bottle of Schrodinger's Ale...*Looks at both xl glass & bottle*, a bit hard to tell though. If you fancy some to taste.

[MWBailey]

I have a unopened/opened bottle of Schrodinger's Ale...*Looks at both xl glass & bottle*, a bit hard to tell though. If you fancy some to taste.

Is there a dead cat in there or not? Never mind, let me have a finger or two.

[J. Wilhelm]

It may or may not pour. And just looking at the glass will affect whether it gets served or not. More over it's a type of ale with "dual nature;"  Some people say it's a liquid and others a type of substance made from very small solid pellets.  The pellets will pour fine in the glass, but if you look at the bottle in a certain wave while pouring, the liquid will inexplicably wave in all directions, spherically from the neck of the bottle.

A neat trick is to pour through a plate with double slit.  You will get interesting inteference wave paterns in the glass before the pellets transform back into a liquid.  This brand has a relatively high Plank's Constant, so drink moderately.

[Fairley B. Strange]

*stirs from under the table*

Arrright, who's been drinking the Strange booze?

Oh, that is-it-or-isn't-it-tasting-like-cat'spiss-stuff... y'know, that Heisenberg chap wasn't sure if we should...

[J. Wilhelm]

Personally, I prefer a shot of Einstein Schnapps.  It's relatively good.

[MWBailey]

Holy @#$% that must've been one heck of powerful drink, he's out cold!

[Alexis Voltaire]

*Stirs from the dusty table, looks around, and reaches for a bottle of hard cider*

Goodness, I've made rogue aetherlord! Funny, I don't remember the exams at all...

[J. Wilhelm]

Holy @#$% that must've been one heck of powerful drink, he's out cold!

No, I just shifted into another timeline. Relative to you I am barely moving, but relative to me, it's been a few months since I left the Smoking Room and came back.

[J. Wilhelm]

*Stirs from the dusty table, looks around, and reaches for a bottle of hard cider*

Goodness, I've made rogue aetherlord! Funny, I don't remember the exams at all...

That must have been the effect of me changing the past.  You passed the test with flying colours.

[Mr P Norris Esq.]

Good Evening Gentlemen,
May I blow the dust of the bar and request a Lagavulin?
I'll just poke the fire a tad...
Now, what news from the Empire?

[J. Wilhelm]

Good Evening Gentlemen,
May I blow the dust of the bar and request a Lagavulin?
I'll just poke the fire a tad...
Now, what news from the Empire?

From the looks of the place not much by way of smoke or libation. Could everyone be at a Procrastinators' Club meeting?

[MWBailey]

*pokes head down from the attic hatchway; sounds of clockwork ticking away and some kind of steam-driven device can be heard from that quarter*

I'm still here. I keep intending to go to the Procrastinator's meeting, but...

[Mr P Norris Esq.]

Would be bad form, old boy, can't be seen to, well you know..
Funny bunch those Procratinators... never seem to get much done.. ;-)
Anyhow, shall we send out for some food? I know a good place for a steak and ale pie that would go down a treat, or maybe some cheese? Wensleydale?

[The Bullet]

*comes in and drops a load of firewood next to the fireplace*

That should do for a while.

*sits down at a table in the corner*

[J. Wilhelm]

Would be bad form, old boy, can't be seen to, well you know..
Funny bunch those Procratinators... never seem to get much done.. ;-)
Anyhow, shall we send out for some food? I know a good place for a steak and ale pie that would go down a treat, or maybe some cheese? Wensleydale?

*comes in and drops a load of firewood next to the fireplace*

That should do for a while.

*sits down at a table in the corner*

Indeed.  We'll have to wait a while for the food to arrive, with all the horseless carriages congesting the roads at this hour...