: Pops Waverly had made a wide detour from his usual trade route to visit one of his business investments on Belfast. He had not heard from the staff at Hopes Haven for some time, and the accountants were pestering him for the year-end figures for the Bed & Breakfast/Gaming Casino. Pops had an uneasy feeling as he approached the huge, carved, oaken doors of Hopes. He strained to pull open one of the heavy doors, noticing that the hydraulic assist seemed to be malfunctioning. He finally managed an opening large enough to squeeze through, only to stop dead still and stare aghast at his surroundings. :
My Goddess! What has happened to this place! Pops continued to stare at the empty establishment, the gaming tables covered, the long bar and dining tables deserted.
This is not a business.. its a bloody tomb! A monument to the departed.
*ooc *; (One last bump. Skyedaughter has disappeared. Sancho Panza has disappeared. Pops has many other interests and ventures to occupy his time. Live, or die. Your choice, Sirius.)
