Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Ophiuchi]

"Gammu??? I absolutely forbid it, ye bleedin' fool! I didn't latch on ter yer hide just to have it mulched into lubricant fer some fookin' machines!"

Moira's green eyes flashed angrily as she did her best to stare down the hapless Reggie Waverly.

"Now, Now, my love. I've been in worse situations, and managed to use this old brain to survive. This is something I must do, for the TAZ."

"Reggie, you've given more than enough for the TAZ already! Goddess, ye blew up yer own beloved home on Canaria! Ye've flown for weeks on end makin' flax fer the boogers! I've hardly seen ye here at Hope's, because ye're doin' the will o' Malaclypse and that beleedin' crazy Deity! What about us??"

"Moira, you've not been threatened by these Harvesters, so you've chosen to ignore the danger they represent. I can not. If we do not undertake this expedition, the situation will only become worse for the TAZ, and for all Zoners."

Moira's shoulders sagged, and her long red hair fell about her freckled face. A huge sigh finally escaped her lips.

"Very well, Waverly! But, if ye get yerself "processed" by some stupid machine, I'll never speak t' ye again! Now, off wi' ye, ye silly old fart. Ye've got a crew to collect, and I've got an Inn to run!"

Moira hugged a surprised Reggie fiercely, then turned and strode purposefully towards the kitchen of Hope's Haven.

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>

[Malaclypse 666]

Message to: Moira K., Hope's Haven, Belfast
Comm ID: [TAZ]Sophie Noir

*Hiya, Gal!

*Was trading through Newcastle today, Moira. Boy, the place is getting crowded! Hope that means more business for the B&B! With the collapse of the Bretonia/Molly treaty, it'll be a whole new game of HodgePodge!

*Chatted with a nice Molly named Daniel O'Shay. He seemed to be having a bad day for some reason. I told him to go see ya. Put his drinks and victuals on my tab, hon. Oh, and if he's still maudlin, break out some of Reg's private K.G. stash.

*I understand the old knuckle-dragger finally found his way home for the weekend. Hope you didn't wear him out, you wench!

*Hope you can make it up to Bafflin' for our Open House on All Hallow's Eve, M. Be nice to float around in the Pineal Spa with ya.

*Love,
Sophie*

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((Indeed! If you happen to be in Newcastle, drop on by and support the lass's business! And stay tuned for further details on the TAZ's Open House and "Trick or Treat!". Mal.))

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

Fin sat quietly in his favourite spot, a pint of cool Guinness, and a Black Bush chaser accompanied the dog
eared copies of old Earth literature on the table.
The intricacies of Joyce, Carroll and Hemingway to name a few, had pre-occupied his mind for some considerable
time now. Especially Joyce, the concept of a stream of consciousness was hard to fathom for his tired old
brain, though Joyce's own quote concerning his art summed it up ...

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over
what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

Finnegan's Wake returned to the table, swapped for the glass of stout. The bar seemed busier these days, in
fact Newcastle itself was starting to come back to life. His own wanderings, when not in Hope's, were just the
odd run out to Dublin, and down to New London, he didn't need the credits after selling his previous ship to that
rather well dressed, and extremely odd terrorist. Never judge a book by it's cover, as they say.
His current little craft was tucked up in it's private hangar, next to the small suite he kept In the Belfast Tower.
Moira looked after everything else he needed, the bar was his home from home, she sent the odd passing
tourists over to be regaled by his legendary, and somewhat imaginative tales of the history of The Mollies.
They bought plenty of food and drinks, spent their credits abundantly on other trinkets , and went away happy
with stories to tell their neighbours at home, of the disreputable rogue from Belfast ... Harmless fun.

"Top of the morning to you me darling Moira, I'll be having me usual if you please, these lovely folks wish to
get a lesson in true Sirius history, and who am I to disappoint ?"

The battered fedora slid a further down his brow ...

"Now are you sitting comfortably? Lets be relating a parable or two for your delectation" ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[Bjorn]

Doors of pub slid open, and young man stepped in. He wore rather exquisite clothes, with "Molly supporter" badge fastened to his chest. His gaze circled whole pub, and he started to write down someting on datapad that was hovering near him. As soon as data was written down, he went straight for bar. His steps measured, his posture brash.

"I am Daniel O'Shay. You may heard of me, or maybe not. Anyway, I am here to evaluate this pub of yours and gather some info."

Upon discovery of rather comfy looking barstool, Daniel sat and looked barkeep right into eyes.

"One pint of O'Haras. And some info on those mofos transporting plutonium and mox around, please."

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[horvat]

Dark figure entered the bar, wearing a black cape with Molly Republic Badge pinned to his chest. Scanned the surroundings for possible threats and sighted his fellow pilot and several other people. Chuckling silently beneath his hood sneaked to his mate, obviously drunk as hell but no one saw that from his wardrobe.

HEY THERE DANNY BOY!!!!"Whacked him by the back" What is this i heard there is a new bar in town shame i already celebrated. "He lurched around." Give me one pint of Guinness. For those who don't know who i am I am Patrick Quinlan. "Stands proud for a bit then sits next to Daniel". Now Danny what are you doing here eh? "Whispers to bartender, put this on his account ya? Good lad!." Cheers mate. WHERE ARE THE SINGERS!!!! Lets get this party started!!!

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[Ophiuchi]

Moira heard the commotion of more thirsty guests arriving, and peeked through the small round window in the kitchen's swinging doors. The barmaid was just hurrying up to fill the order of two gents who appeared to be Molly Republic.

She then looked to the corner where Fin McCool sat, bemused at the activity. Fin noticed Moira looking through the small porthole, and causally raised a finger to his head, as if to scratch his ear.

Then, Fin smiled as the finger instead made lazy circles beside his temple, before discreetly making a jab at the two boisterous Mollys.

"Well, staff, at least word of our little establishment is gettin' about. If we can just keep the bleedin' Gaians and Mollys from slitting each others' throats on the premises, we may have made a step towards givin' Her Royal Bluebloodness a goose right off her snarky throne, eh?"

"Put them Mollys' drinks on me tab, then, and be makin' sure that our resident Bard has his pipes lubricated as well."

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>

[Bjorn]

Daniel spun around to face newcomer.

"Ah, good to see you Pat, come, sit here, lets see how good this pub really is..."

Barmaid just finished pouring first drink and handed it to Daniel.

"Here you go sir, oh, and its on house."

"Why, thank you lass. Now, Pat, thing with this pub is, that its owned by some Gaian gal. I wanted to check it out, if beer is good enough, and atmosphere doenst get any more violent, we might declare pub "free-zone". We dont want this pretty barmaid here have to clean blood every so, do we now?"

He winked at barmaid with last sentence and turned to Fin.

"So, good sir, who be ye then?"

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[horvat]

"Patrick looked at Danny with his eyes blurred and with a big smile on his face." What did you say lad? What blood, where "Looks around", free zone i lost you I really lost you there you know in this state you need to speak clearer with me. Where is this owner Moira? Bartender call Moira i want to congratulate her for opening this marvelous place and ill be right back i need to "Powder my nose in the bathroom" Hahaha.Gently stands up and slowly goes to bathroom while scanning the surroundings. .Hey wait a minute aren't you that lad that is supposed to sing today? Come on off you go. "Smiles" The stage is set don't be afraid we wont hurt you, look we have brought dancers with us. Look at them how lovely they are. Sight of that bemused face wasn't nice but Patrick has cures for everything including that Hey there girl bring him 5 more of whatever is he drinking its time to loosen up and he ain't leaving until we leave. I am Patrick nice to meet you, i hope we will see you more here and I'm joking but if you don't drink that lad then..... . Taps him by the shoulder and smiles. Now to my previous destination.Goes into the Bathroom.

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[GhostFace]

It was an early morning in Belfest, Newcastle. Though early the Hope's Haven was still busy. While at table #47 he placed his order for a very classic meal that included NO paste. Scrambled eggs fresh from the chicken in Kyushu with a side of bacon and toast. Aside from half of Sirius the Hope's Haven was one of the last place's to server fresh classic food. After about 30 minutes of resting, Councilor Ghost order arrived. He graved on it for 10 minutes and at the same time was filling out some papers for the Molly Republic. After about 20 minutes he finished his plate. He took one last sip of his jug of coffee, picked up his papers and headed out the Hope's Haven. "This place is quite an ideal Pub, didn't know the Mollies had such fine chefs.

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[horvat]

"Patrick peeked through the bathroom window and muttered."Well look at that if it isn't Consular Ghost."He took his jacket from the Hanger and exiting the bathroom waved at him" Hello there mate, i see you found your way to this place, it is quite interesting isn't it. Glanced at Fin who was still sitting in his chair with the same bemused face, Patrick mutteredSoon... "Then turned back to Ghost" Well mate i see your buried with work i will leave you to it, we will be over there. "Pointed with his finger at Danny sitting behind the bar." When you finish come there we will have a drink or two. "Smiled and walked away".

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