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This upmarket bar is extremely popular with Hephaestus' young professionals, and is always crammed full of junior executives and the like. The amiable landlord's obsession with technology is clearly evident as soon as you walk through the automatic forcefield door (Verketsky was lucky to escape imprisonment when early flaws with the device neatly bisected an unfortunate customer), the walls weighed down with technological items ranging from state-of-the-art HyperConductor devices through to incomprehensible artefacts from several hundred years ago. | This upmarket bar is extremely popular with Hephaestus' young professionals, and is always crammed full of junior executives and the like. The amiable landlord's obsession with technology is clearly evident as soon as you walk through the automatic forcefield door (Verketsky was lucky to escape imprisonment when early flaws with the device neatly bisected an unfortunate customer), the walls weighed down with technological items ranging from state-of-the-art HyperConductor devices through to incomprehensible artefacts from several hundred years ago. | ||
Revision as of 07:54, 13 June 2011
CCN Entry
NAME:
Rampant Robot Bar, The
OWNER:
Ivan Verketsky
EMPLOYEES:
6
LOCATION:
West Silica, Hephaestus
BUSINESS:
Public Drinking Establishment
BACKGROUND:
This upmarket bar is extremely popular with Hephaestus' young professionals, and is always crammed full of junior executives and the like. The amiable landlord's obsession with technology is clearly evident as soon as you walk through the automatic forcefield door (Verketsky was lucky to escape imprisonment when early flaws with the device neatly bisected an unfortunate customer), the walls weighed down with technological items ranging from state-of-the-art HyperConductor devices through to incomprehensible artefacts from several hundred years ago.
