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fandomtownies2018-08-04 08:10 am
spectre_alenko) wrote in fandomtownies2018-08-04 08:10 am
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The C.I.C. - Weekend edition, Steampunk Style
Nate showed up to work dressed in black linen trousers, a smart white shirt with a silver-embroidered waistcoat, and of course a perfectly tied cravat. A small piece of clockwork winked from the top of the tie-tack.
He opened the door to the Aetheric Transmission Center, holding it for the raven, and went inside.
The counter was a length of polished hardwood and beveled glass panels. A large mechanical register sat at one end. Steam, soft beeps, and traces of aetheric vapor emanated from the open doors to the transmission chambers.
Pulling out a rag, he began to polish the glass of the counter, waiting for customers.
[OOC: Open, no OCD! Want to send a message to anyone? Need to collect a message? Need to talk to someone on the other side of the island? C'mon in.]
He opened the door to the Aetheric Transmission Center, holding it for the raven, and went inside.
The counter was a length of polished hardwood and beveled glass panels. A large mechanical register sat at one end. Steam, soft beeps, and traces of aetheric vapor emanated from the open doors to the transmission chambers.
Pulling out a rag, he began to polish the glass of the counter, waiting for customers.
[OOC: Open, no OCD! Want to send a message to anyone? Need to collect a message? Need to talk to someone on the other side of the island? C'mon in.]