Laga, it is not nice to make me snork tea through my sinuses. And no, I am not writing steampunk romance. In previous installments of the story, I've mocked goggles on top hats!
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just tried to write you a goggle haiku and kept typing google. So I am just going to whoo hoo you.
Grommets and Goggles and Gears, oh my!
703 words, and Millicent has just discovered the secret passageway in her Papa's laboratory. Now to have her find the other, secret, laboratory and the machine that teleports letters to similar device that is in the possession of Cousin Cecil.
cool!
and the machine that teleports letters to similar device
There's a machine that negates Post Offices? I shall completely support all steampunk endeavors if they mean I can ship from home.
Or is it merely a facsimilie?
There's a machine that negates Post Offices? I shall completely support all steampunk endeavors if they mean I can ship from home.
It can only send very small things. So, not so great for shipping from home.
Okay, first 1,143 words are off to the awesome beta readers. I'm going to go put on some makeup now. Thank you for the cheerleading!
If it's not very good at shipping things that can't just be shoved in an envelope, randomly stamped and tossed in a box, you could call it the Cass.