Crossover with the Steampunk Subculture

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"What the hell are you guys supposed to be?", asked MacDuff.

Macbeth adjusted his goggles. "We're steampunks. We take a Victorian aesthetic and apply science fiction principles to it. I'm the captain of the great airship Cawdor. I'm an air pirate. A pirate of the air. In an airship. Powered by steam."

"Powered by steam and adventure", added Hecate.

"And little hats", said Bald Witch.

"That makes no sense", said MacDuff. "Where does this come from?"

Macbeth walked slowly over to MacDuff until their noses were almost touching each other, he was so close. Macbeth looked MacDuff squarely in the eyes. Then he spoke.

"Airships."

"I have robotic legs that I've built", said Malcolm. "Powered by steam."

MacDuff was still confused. "So is it 1860 or is it the future?"

"Both and neither", said Steampunk Abraham Lincoln.

"The only limits in steampunk, MacDuff, are the LIMITS OF YOUR IMAGINATION", said Steampunk Dinosaur. Steampunk Astronaut nodded.

"So I could fly an X-Wing Fighter, like in Star Wars?", asked MacDuff.

"Is it powered by steam?", asked Macbeth.

"Uh..... sure", said MacDuff.

"You shouldn't call it an X-Wing, though", said Hecate. "You should call it something more steampunk."

Bald Witch nodded. "You should call it... an airship!"

They all agreed.

"Now put these aviator goggles on."

Macbeth piloted everyone in his airship to the location of the Steampunk convention. When our colorfully-attired heroes arrived, however, the convention center seemed curiously empty.

"Where is everybody?", asked Hecate. "I need to show off my Electrolux vacuum cybernetic arm. Which is powered by steam."

Steampunk Dinosaur pulled out his steam-powered iPhone and checked the calendar on it. "Oh noes!", he roared. "The steampunk convention was LAST WEEKEND!"

"What are we going to do in an abandoned convention center?", asked Macbeth.

Hecate made a motion to snap her fingers, but was stymied by the large vacuum cleaner attached to her arm. "I've got it!", she yelled. "We'll charge people to wear white masks, wander around this abandoned convention center, and experience a repeating nightmare dreamscape of our own devising."

Macbeth's eyes grew wide with excitement. "A nightmare dreamscape... powered by STEAM!"