((private diary entry for The Bar Wars…but feel free to comment!))
Journal Entry – July 30th, 188 *hears a crash from outside*
“Sowwy Mista Mornington! I dropped da bucket!”
“Get a new one kid and keep scrubbing that wall! if ya get it cleaned off theres a silver coin in it for you!”
So, here I am writing a journal entry, first time for a while.
Been a strange month in New Babbage. Old Obolensky is dead, really dead this time, he hasnt shown up inside a machine, no smashintons have been rampaging across the city either. His observatory exploded only a few days ago, sinking what remained of Doc’s place beneath the waves of the Vernian.
Emerson is still a foppish “adventurer” dragging that poor Junie around…which leads me on to something which happened today.
Here I was, just sitting around drinking the hotel’s profits with a couple of the dock workers from Port Babbage and a few of the sailors from a transport ship, I usually let them drink for free, cause the dock folks are always quick with lending a hand when im digging big holes under the ground of the hotel to…well…do stuff.
We was all sitting back having a good natter when some short scruffy looking bloke with a long chin and a strange stare walked in. One of the dock workers almost said “Hello Mr Tenk” but the stare was….different. Also, this bloke wasnt holding a wrench and didnt have Mr Tenks usual work clothes on. If theres anything you can trust about Mr Tenk, it’s that he rarley changes clothes.
The short bloke sat down and introduced himself. His name was Mr Lyon. Apparently he was from Bump.
That god the dock workers chatting to him almost instantly. Very few people from Port Babbage…well…from New Babbage as a whole knows about Bump because…well…you never, never get off the train at Bump.
We all sat around the bar chatting for a good two or three hours, the little fella from bump was sure knocking those single malt whiskey shots down.
When it came time for him to leave he just looked at me, smiled…and walked away. I gave a polite cough and he turned with a quizzical look and replied….
“But Sir…the sign outside says folks from Bump drink for free!”
He led me outside…and i seen it….
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Thats wasnt all either….
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Common grafitti…on MY HOTEL WALL!?!!!!!!1111eleventy!!!111
This is an outrage!
At first i thought of Emerson, because I instantly blame everything on Emerson…bcause its usually his fault. However i then remembered something in the rumors from last week about a “Bar War” being initiated by some old duffer of a washed out captain and old bonehead down in The Gut.
…it looks as though the Bar Wars has reach Brunel Hall.
…time to plan my payback.
We’re going to need more popcorn…
Wonders if now would be a good time to announce the official opening of the new pub?
Adds the Tailor to the list.
Bar Wars? As long as they don’t mean Beer Wars…
Tepic examined the writing in puzzlement, of course there was canal water in the drinks, where else were you going to get water from, and such healthy stuff too – after all, any water with that much life in it must be healthy! He’d tried putting some of that fizzy stuff from the mountains in that he had found abandoned at the back of the Gangplank’s cellar, but the urchins had complained about the lack of flavour, so……
Ah well, it was all good advertising, he would have to find out who wrote it and thank them…
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(This is hilarious. I hope it escalates!)
Some old duffer of a washed out captain! That’s my future gold mine—I mean husband you’re talking about there!
Ah Kitten! … As playful as ever.
Oh darling! For as long as you keep dodging, I’ll keep firing the harpoon.
I dunno. That canal water kinda gives the drinks a friendly whang…
*falls over in a fit of giggles*
After much research , such as forcing at gravitygun-point a random babbage-person to drink a selection of water including babbage canal water, mountian spring water, Vernian sea water, some sort of glowing softdrink laying around the time-egg storeroom called ‘Nuka-cola’and swamp muck from Bump. I have come to the conlusion, the average Babbage-person not only is immune to the chemical, alchemical, bacterial, and other pollution in the canal water, but they in fact thrive on it!. the fresh mountian spring water on the otherhand made the test subject violoently ill, I had him focefully ejected from the time-egg when he vomited on my favorite claw-cozies.