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She turned around to take her drink, and smile at the bartender, all nonchalant and stuff. "No one's worried. Still, I didn't mean to come in here. Took a wrong turn somewhere. I just feel most comfortable at a bar is all; Smoking, drinking, gambling. This place seems relaxing- not my usual, but nice."

((I'm going to try to converse more frequently. Please pardon me if my posts are few and far between. BTB, I love the Armani man signature.))

She sipped her Earl Grey and declined food. She was glad to find someplace relatively safe to relax...

She was definitely here for her own reasons. Reasons no one needed to know about for the time being, she decided. As far as they were concerned, she was just another native breaking her routine to explore a different part of town.

Attempting to push her thoughts aside, she asked, "I'm relatively new here, would anyone know where I could find employment?"

(*grins* Yay for everyone being around again! Hi! XD Hmmmmmmmmm.... interesting with the accent, is it all the same accent that just gets heavier and lighter, or slightly different ones? ^_____^ )

Inwardly, she sighs, laughing. Juuuust when I almost figure out where he's from, it changes again. Interesting, though. "Hmm..." Lenore grinned and leaned against her chair-back, eyes half-closed while she thought that over. "That I can do. Do you have anything particular in mind? I have... contacts... all over the place, between printers, and publishers, and journalist friends, and various newspaper staff, a fair amount of whom still owe me wee lil' favours." She ticked off possibilities on her fingers. "Articles, assurances that an article will be printed, reviews, pamphlets, posters..." She looked down at her hand and laughed. "A full hand! Anyway, you name it, you'll have it, pretty much." She closed her eyes entirely in thought for a moment. "The assurance of being published is the most reliable, while pamphlets and posters have the possibilities of reaching the most people. Combined..."

She then hopped off her seat and paced around the room, gesturing here and there with her eyes lit up enthusiastically. "Of course, it all depends on who sees the things, and who can be bothered to show up - everyone should be 'bothered,' of course, since they'd then find it wouldn't be a bother at all, but try telling people that. Oh, no, they have to figure out for themselves, and those that can't be bothered to do that won't ever know what they're missing, so there! And, of course, you can't forget possibly picking a target audience, at least at first - reaching out to everyone is probably only slightly less than impossible at the moment. I mean, even limiting ourselves to the Anachronism... we have so many diverse groups. Scientists, scholars, engineers, airship pilots and crews (who may or may not be pirates, but that's a case-by-case debate), civilians, military, those in command... Actually, it might not be that impossible. Imagine, though, Lord Wotshisface and Lady Noname sitting there, or minor... French, for the sake of argument, nobility - out for a little evening flight in their personal zeppelins after hearing about a charming little restaurant on a floating city - enjoying a quiet night out right. here. Or the heads of the various guilds about the Anachronism discussing trade over in that corner! Or, a much wider range of people, gathered seemingly by chance - tables full of families, or couples, or groups of friends, scholars debating just what Dickens meant in his most recent novel, engineers working on the latest designs of something or another, anyone and everyone!"

Realising just how odd she must appear, Lenore blushed slightly and tried to calm down a little. "I guess the point is, getting the word out won't be a problem at all."

"Let's focus on the Anachronism and move from there. I'd truly like to welcome everybody here. That is, after all, the point of why I reopened this place."

Looking over to see the lady down her tea he tilted his head slightly.

"Could I speak to you for a moment madam? Privately." He said, motioning towards the kitchen.

((The accent changes vary from very subtle to very radical, I'll fill you guys in if it's a huge change. Right now it's subtly fading between a British and French-ish accent.))

((Of course, Zephytes a bit of an oddball these days. lol.))

"Let's start on this cog and move outwards. Seems like the easiest way to do things. I figure word of mouth will do us better than any piece of paper after a while." He told Lenore, taking his attention away from the white haired lady for a moment, though he still wanted to speak to her.

The Professor, an elderly man with silver short hair, dressed a black frock coat and black plaid trousers, black dress shoes, a gray vest, a white dress shirt, a gray cravat, and a black cloak entered the shop looking around at all the things in it looking for a good cup of tea.

Turning to the professor Zephyte gave him a slight nod, "One moment sir, i shall return momentarily." He told him as he motioned for the girl to follow him into the kitchen. As he entered he walked far into the back so that they would not be heard by the other customers.