I found myself in a world of steam and turning gears, of waxen skeletons and whirring machines.
In one corner, a massive clock lay on the floor, a man standing over it with tools in hand. In another, a gigantic machine with a slowly turning fan crouched near the door. From a far-off quadrant of space, the plaque read, a visitor had arrived and had gifted the Steampunk HQ with this machine. It was capable of creating power for every machine in the HQ. Interestingly enough, it could also make an excellent cup of tea. Of course, it was mostly just used for its extraordinary tea making capabilities. Obviously, these people had their priorities straight.