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Post by Main Computer on Mar 31, 2009 7:23:17 GMT -5
Dew Drop Inn is an Irish Lounge. It is run by a holographic Lounge Manager of the Irish persuasion named, O'Malley, and a holographic Staff.
Dew Drop Inn serves up traditional Irish fare and real alcohol along with a wide variety of alien beverages. The food is usually made fresh with only some ingredients replicated as required
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Post by O'Malley on Aug 2, 2009 21:29:54 GMT -5
O'Malley had the replicator taken apart and layed on a table.. he was constently shocking himself as he poked at wires "You blasted piece of junk stop burning me food!"
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Post by Anikira zh'Thane on Aug 2, 2009 23:49:56 GMT -5
Kira strolled into the Inn, and made her way towards an unoccupied table. Stifling a yawn, she slipped into a chair and pulled up a menu. After thumbing through it for a few moments, she flagged down one of the servers. After placing an order of Alardi partinna and a glass of Katheka, she folded his hands behind her head and peered around. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched O'Malley struggle with a replicator.
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Post by Ensign T'Lana on Aug 4, 2009 12:04:54 GMT -5
The doors swished open and T'Lana entered the Dew Drop Inn. The walls were a dark mahogany, the tables and chairs were reminiscent of Irish pubs of old. She immediately felt right at home. She hadn't been in a good old fashioned Irish pub since her last visit to her mother's family right before she entered the Academy. She spotted a man poking at various wires on a table and couldn't help but laugh a little. She walked up to him and spoke in Gaelic. "Having a wee bit of trouble with that replicator?"
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Post by O'Malley on Aug 9, 2009 0:31:17 GMT -5
"Nothing I can't fix missy..lemme guess Locke sent you? never ye mind...You tell him if he dont keep this blasted thing from burning my food. Im gonna take him apart and cook him."
He dropped the device he had and let her get to the replicator so she could fix it.
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Post by Tassadar Locke on Aug 9, 2009 9:24:14 GMT -5
Tassadar didn't need her to report the Pub manager's response. It had been one he had heard several times before. Which so happened to be the reason he had the trip to the lounge, and the time of the man's response timed out to the second. Before O'Malley could walk away from T'Lana, Locke's voice came over the comm. "If you'd stop taking the damned thing apart in the first place, you wouldn't have this problem. And if you threaten me one more time, I'll keep my engineers from cleaning up your mess. We'll see how much of a 'lounge' you can be with no customers." And with that, the comm channel closed.
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Post by Joel Seethers on Sept 20, 2009 21:32:15 GMT -5
"Come on, Annie, just do this one thing for me, please? I swear she hates me, and I want to know why. I bet she'd talk to you. You are easy to talk to. You have an in, being on the bridge and all that, and the Captain's girl. Besides, you owe me." Begging wasn't cool, but neither was being at the brunt end of his chief. He couldn't imagine what he might have done to earn her disfavor.
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Post by Cadet Annie Roberts on Sept 20, 2009 21:34:57 GMT -5
"I owe you!?" Annie repeated in an outraged laugh. "You were a jerk, you deserved it. I don't owe you anything. And if she has it in for you, I'm sure you deserve it. What did you do, try to get her into your quarters?" She rolled her eyes. "And Im not the Captain's girl. Get that straight. And while you getting that straight, get this, too. G o A w a y!"
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