((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….
Thats wasnt all either….
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.