Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[marauder]

Reaper leaned for and said "No, but you must try the gaian parrot fillets, they are excellant."

"It was a parrot?" Kara gasped looking ill.

"Now you see why I don't eat whatever meat he orders" Frank said primly.

[marauder]

::: Faer :::  "I hope she's not doin' the bloody tippin'..."

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"She's not tipping I am," reaper replied, "Heres a small tip for you." He handing over a large bag of gold.

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Evening girls and boys, nice to be back. The weekend is on us once more, and there is
drinking to be done. Guinness and Bushmills my love, please and stick one on for
yourself and the kind hostess. Whats the entertainment for tonight then ?? ...
Or are we just to drink ourselves to a standstill. Fins in da house. Bars in motion ...
Seatbelts on ...

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

[Skyedaughter]

Well, its time to head out agen and im sort of geting tired of siting around here so im off to the omegas to have some fun with my girl friend.

OOC:why is this thred dieing?

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:::Skye , dressed a bit out of her usual character, wearing a facsimile of an Old Earth 20th Century miniskirt; paisley stockings; and a while India Bazaar blouse, replete with long sleeves and white embroidery; her long hair straight and hanging loose, jumps up onto the curved, polished wood banister that follows the curved staircase to the upper floors, slides down with a bit of a "whoo ho," and slides off into a perfect stand, brushes the hair out of her eyes:::

:::smiling, and laughing a bit at her own shenanigans, she walks over to Lord Methos' table, and, sitting down next to him, puts her chin in her hand and looks up at Methos:::

Well, Lord Methos, I sure am sorry I missed all the fun. And I was that upset ta hear that yer lass was upset by me house special. Although, now that I think about it, the first time I ate parrot, and then found out what it was, I had much the same reaction.

I am that sorry I wasn't here ta give your sweet lass some reassurance, and, of course, there are always many other dishes on the menu. I do hope she's recovering apace in yer rooms, and I hope ta see her and personally apologize for Kara's shock.

:::leaning over, she whispers in Lord Methos' ear:::

Ya know, Methos :::elbows him in the side::: it has come to my attention that at least one o' me own lasses, Lettie, and maybe another had their eye on you. So I'm sure that, as Sancho said, the green eyed monster was about that night. Most of the time :::raising her voice to a slightly louder than normal tone::: I kin count on me girls ta make sure a person knows what they be gettin' afore they take a bite of it. :::looks meaningful toward the bar; Lettie blushes:::

Ye can be sure as the freckles across me nose that this will never happen again, :::pitches her voice louder again:: and ye and Kara will always be me own welcome guests anytime ye visit. I'm goin' o'er to talk with me staff about tonight's special, but please let me know before ye and Kara take off to the omegas.

:::gives Lord Methos a light kiss on the cheek and walks with determination towards the bar:::

[Skyedaughter]

"She's not tipping I am," reaper replied, "Heres a small tip for you." He handing over a large bag of gold.

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:::always watchful of the goin's on in her place, Skye sees Reaper handing what looks like a fairly weighty bag to Faer; smiles at Lettie and Merry and walks over to Reaper's table; jumps up and sits on the table, long legs swinging back and forth:::

:::smiles at Faer as she saunters away with a little bit of an extra bounce in her step (and in her backside, Skye thinks, always amused by the antics of her help:::

Well, Reaper, how nice to see you here. And you were that generous with Faer. Ya know, I pays me lasses well, an' they be gettin' their rooms free in the bargain, but I always say, a lass can't have too much in the way of the fair change. There's always that next pretty bodice in the stock I've imported that one has her eye on :::she nods towards Faer::: , or the silk stockings ... sometimes it's just a pretty new pillow for their lounge. Well, we lasses, we always tend to be in the way of makin' where e're we be our home, and it means something a little bit different for each of us:::

:::a very pregnant, what looks to be an Old Earth type, orange striped tabby jumps from the floor, to the chair, to Skye's lap:::

[Skyedaughter]

::: Sancho, home for a few days of R&R himself, takes Methos by the arm and walks to the near corner of the bar. :::

"Here's the thing, Methos old friend:  Your girlfriend is nice 'n all, but you've raised the ol' green-eyed monster amongst some of the help 'round here.  Especially Lettie, who's taken quite a shine to ya.  So don't take it personal, mate.  They'll get over it.  Meanwhile, let's have a final drink before ye set out.  Faer!!  Two over here, if'n ye please."

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:::on her way to Hoodlum's table, Skye stops, grabs Sancho by the collar and kisses him on the mouth, then steps back, smoothing her skirt:::

Ah, Sancho, an' it be that nice ta see ye, and I do thank ye for steppin' in and kinda calming things down a bit.

:::jabs him lightly in the back; turning to continue her journey throughout the bar, then turning back:::

An stop by a bit more often, if ye don't mind. It's that nice ta' see ye.

[Skyedaughter]

Evening girls and boys, nice to be back. The weekend is on us once more, and there is
drinking to be done. Guinness and Bushmills my love, please and stick one on for
yourself and the kind hostess. Whats the entertainment for tonight then ?? ...
Or are we just to drink ourselves to a standstill. Fins in da house. Bars in motion ...
Seatbelts on ...

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Hey, Hoodlum :::Skye runs up and kisses him on the cheek::: I heard that. :::laughs::: I am that glad ye got yer seatbelt on 'cause I'm in the way of thinkin' it's gonna be fun around here tonight.

:::leaning over, keeping shortness of skirt in mind, Skye sits Princess gently on the floor. Princess looks up at Skye imploringly and does her best impression of a pleading merouw:::

There, there, Princess, enough for now. Go see Lettie. Me thinks she has a special treat fer ye. :::Princess starts padding regally towards the bar::: an' I'll be seeing ye later :::raises her pitch; looks over at Hoodlum and shrugs:::

Cats! Ye can't live wi' em an' ye can't live wi'out 'em. :::bursts into laughter:::

Well Hoodlem, I'm that glad ta see ye and all the other folk here tonight, and I do have a special surprise. I hired on a new wench this week, an' don't cha know she has a voice like an angel, and plays a mean guitar. I even let's her use me old revintage Gibson, and mostly, nobody touches me guitar 'cept meself. She writes her own songs too, so now I've got some competition.

:::Skye rubs her hands with glee, laughing at herself:::

Don't cha know that's why I dressed meself up this way tonight ... Old Earth Era 1960s ... hippies, free love, mary jane an' all that. :::winks:::

She'll be out in a bit to sing a few, so in the meanwhile, drink up, so ye'll be in the mood fer some o' that old style folk music.

:::Only Skye's best friends know that she is a connoisseur of Old Earth music, from the medieval to post apocalyptic and everything between:::

I'll be back around in a bit to sit down and have a real chat wi' ye, Hoodlum.

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Fin here once more, midweek and the place is a little quiet. I'm sure we can we do
something about that. I'm waiting for me man Mal, bit of business ... Lot of chaos, to
be brought to the world once more. Ah to be sure, it will be grand evening. We have
had to leave the girls to run the ships for now, keeps them busy and out of our hair.
I'll prop meself on that table over there and wait for the man ... Couple of Guinness
and a pair of your finest Irish to chase. I'll take a brace of the stew aswell ...

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

[Lightfoot]

::: Malaclypse walks through the huge old wooden doors of Hope's, and stops dead in his tracks. His gaze slowly traverses the stirling silver bar stretching into the distance. He continues to silently appraise the old-Terra style furnishings. He slowly regains his composure. :::

"My Goddess! It's just as Skye described it on the Comms! This could be the Adventurer's Club on Fleet Street, or the Bull & Boar in Dublin! Not that I've seen more than pictures of those... but a man could definitely feel safe and welcome here! Wouldn't be surprised to see a fellow with a long curved Meerschuam playin' the violin, smoke comin' out his ears..."

::: Mal continues into the grand space, and notices a familiar face seated at a table against the wall, industriously engaged with a steaming bowl of stew. He waggles his fingers at a passing serving wench, indicating refills for the seated fellow and the same for himself. He advanced towards the table with a broad smile. :::

"Fin! High Fives! You responded quicker than I imagined! Now I can see why. This establishment is everything my old friend Sancho said it was! Hope that stew is as good as it appears.. I told that nice lass to just bring the pot, along with refills on the Guinness 'n Irish. Let's get a full stomach and a wee buzz before we discuss Her Craziness's business, eh?"

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[Lightfoot]

::: A whole pot of stew, and countless tankards of Guinness later.... :::

"Ya shee, Fin, the Aneristic picture of the ..um.. Universe has all the leetle sub-atomic particles primly flyin' in nice, circular orbits about the nucleus; while in the Eristic, or quantum picture of the Universe, the particles are jumpin' randomly in and out of diff'rent orbitz, and one doesn't know where they really are, atall, atall, until the bloody buggers are actually "measured" or "detected".. {Beeelch!!}"

....ZZzzzzzzZZ...

"Now, mosh folk, look at this table, or at this ..empty.. tankard.. (Wench! more Guinnesh fer me 'n ol' Snoozy here...!), and the shee a solid object; when in reality, itsh mostly empty space.. with the ..um.. only the.. yeh, probability that all yer brew won't fall out thru the shhpaces betweent the pewter atoms.. no wait.. the molekewls..."

...hmpppfff.. yeah sure..

"Now, the ELF, we gotta, like, um, gotta be like those leetle buggers.. We gotta exist in ... what ish it? "potentia", til our Orderly foe lay eyes on us.. or we spy them, ..so.. somethin' observes somethin' elsh... ..and.. then we hold still long enough to "convert 'em".. if their quamtun eigenshhtate is compatible with um...
..um... I can't feel my nose... maybe we should...."

::: Fin gains consciousness long enough to reach over and punch Mal right smack in the nose in question. :::

"Oww!!! Bloody Hell! "I oughta... oh!" The old Zen example of 'The Mashter who makes the grassh green..." The student teaches the Teasher, eh? Just don't be quotin' Rumi or Hakim Bey ta me, or I'll pop ya right back!"

::: Graceful fade-out to save the reader further embarrassment. (...this is the Grand E.L.F. Council of High Fives..???) :::

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<span style="font-family:Trebuchet Ms">Brotherhood of Light ~ Grenoble ~ Belfast



LVX|Cagliostro ~ LVX|Eye.of.Privas</span>