Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 086
Date: 24 - 04 - 818 AS @ 17:54 SUT
Title: Been a while...

Here I am at Trafalgar, where my mother, unsurprisingly, isn't. I didn't expect this to be easy but I was hoping I'd have a lucky run and just randomly bump into her somewhere.

It is quite nice being home again, seeing some of the old faces that I grew up with, and being introduced to some of the new ones that have become a part of the scenery here. Whilst Kana and Fumika together looked after little Sakura on board the Alsatia, I took the time to show Misaka around my old stomping grounds. From the docks ran by Sam Fenwick, to the workshop and equipment store owned by Edward Wylde, to the almost ideological neutral ground that the Trafalgar Pub provides.

Upon entering the bar, "Pratty", the bartender, was as determined as always to make me into a drinker - alongside his much preferred customer, the ironically named Geoff Beer. I declined, but I let slip the "p" word without considering the consequences.

I almost instantly regretted it. Many of the boys (and some of the men, I must add) have had something of a crush on me ever since I started gaining a profile around the base during my early teenage years, and me being pregnant basically precluded them from ever standing any chance of having me, and, of course, inferred someone else already had. The selection of those guys, who had been covertly eavesdropping in on our conversation (an acquired - and required - skill of a Junker) instantly abandoned all discretion and, after jumping to their feet and rushing over in an almost comical fashion, demanded a full explanation.

The first and foremost of the explanations requested was how Misaka had managed to sire a child. The look on my princess's face when asked was absolutely priceless and something I want to remember for a long time.

A detailed yarn spun over a round on me (with cola for myself and Misaka) put poor Gunther's life in considerably more danger than it had been previously. Despite my insistence that I had had been the instigator of the affair the crowd begun calling for his blood, although I question the validity of their claims to seek vengeance as most of them had quite a few pints under their belt by that time and I wager most of them will have completely forgotten about Gunther when they wake up.

Aside from the reunion, I managed to gain some information pertaining to the current location of my mother - Invergordon Space Port in Inverness. We will head out tomorrow.

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