<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Agatha’s Occidental Delights</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Occidental-banner.jpg)</div>     <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/archive/9/93/20130302023536%21Steampunk_Shop.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/archive/b/ba/20130302023555%21Steampunk-workshop.jpg)</div>    <br/><br/>     Agatha’s Occidental Delights is known throughout Gomorra as the place to go for outstanding clockwork gadgets and affordable mad science marvels.  Agatha’s does not known to build those for the right price, it is a shop intended to make the harsh life in the maze a little easier.  Agatha’s has a large selection of watches, clocks, portable freezinators for keeping water and food (and beer) cool and safe from spoiling, motorized hand fans, sun-activated shadinator spectacles and much, much more.   There are rumors of special delights that Agatha sells as well, toys of an adult nature for adding pleasure and adventure to more intimate entertainments.<br/><br/><br/>     Agatha’s Occidental Delights is located sandwiched between other shops along the main street in Gomorra.  It is a modest sized shop with a large window that displays some of Agatha’s more eye catching wares.  A string of copper bells announce any new customers entering the establishment.  The shop consists of the showroom floor that is packed with wondrous items like those out of Smith &amp; Robards.  The packed shelves of whirling and chiming gizmos can give the shop a buzzing, jumbled feel but all of the shelves are labeled by category of invention and each item as a description of what its intended uses are.   There is a cash register at the counter with a sign that reads “Ghost Rock Welcome as Payment”.  <br/><br/>     The shop is run by Maria Campos, a Mexican immigrant. Maria has a good head on her shoulders and a pretty face that draws in customers.   Maria knows about the “special” items that Agatha has been selling discretely to the local brothels and select individuals in town and is the first line of defense for inquiries.  If a customer hands her a business card with Agatha’s pressed lipstick on the back she passes them on to Agatha who takes the sales from there.  A young orphan, Matty has recently begun working around the shop helping Agatha and Maria whoever she can.  The girl appears to be in study at the shop as much of the time as she is cleaning and polishing and running errands.<br/><br/>    The back of Agatha’s is the workshop.  Anyone looking in would think it a disorganized disaster, but that is how Agatha likes it.  She knows where everything is and where it goes and has a method of cataloging that borders on the insane.   Half completed projects are tucked away all over the place as are rolls of blueprints for her mundane clockworks.  A large safe sits in along the font wall of the workroom.  There are all sorts of rumors as to what Agatha keeps in there. </div></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Darkaggy.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Occidental Delights (Will be moving to Event Thread if created.)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha stood quite nimbly on the hitching post outside the store bearing her name, seemingly unaware of the precarious nature of her perch.  Even the overly large and ornate gatling pistol holstered around her waist wasn’t throwing her balance.  She was dress quite comfortably.  Agatha had been conspiring about possible wardrobe modification with Onneca for the better part of a year now and they were starting to perfect a durable yet elegant set of clothing Agatha felt comfortable wearing at work.  The job of a mad scientist wasn’t easy on long lengths of catchable clothing or soft fabrics that cut or caught fire easily.  Counter to the style of the day, Agatha wore dark clothing for work, to hide stains and grease. She wore a single skirt that she could take on and off easy depending on whether it would be dangerous for her to wear while working around wheels and cogs or red hot flames.  Her chemise was a dark chocolate and light enough to breath, while the corset that bound her waist was a black leather to protect her from fire, cut or impact.  With all of its functionality it was still made to wrap her figure like a warm embrace and flatter her body in ways that made her feel pretty. Lately Agatha had taken to leaving her long hair down so it flowed over her shoulder in lazy ringlets.  When she needed to for safety reasons she would bunch in up and pin it in place, but once her work was complete down it came once again.<br/><br/>And that was the way it was as she stood on her tip-toes along the wooden beam trying to attach the delicate wires into place on the electrodes of the fragile glass tube that scrolled across the lettering of her shop sign.  She had been working on the Geissler Tube for months now getting it just right.  It was why she was still at her store and not at home making dinner for her guests.   Granted she had told her houseguests that she would be late in coming home this evening and was dying to see how the tube would look shining along Cross street once the sun went down.<br/><br/>Placing a hand out to lean on one of the cross members of the covered walk in front of her store Agatha lifted one leg out behind her to balance looking as if she would tip at any moment, her face scrunched ever so slightly in concentration, her tongue peeking out the side of her wine colored lips willing the wire to slip into place.<br/><br/>A couple of boys no better than twelve had found the sight intriguing to be sure and sauntered up behind her hoping to catch a glimpse of what might be revealed by a hovering skirt and outstretched silken leg.<br/>