A strange bar with a trendy bit on one half, and old man style in the other. There's a couple of rooms with signs above them. One reads "Liquor in front" the other reads "Poker in the back". Yup.

Anyway, come here if you want to go out for drinks but don't fancy the club atmosphere. P3 is great and all, but it's not the most quiet of places. And this bar has one of those 24 hour licenses, whether they're legal yet or not, I don't know or care! Enjoy!

::Sharon enters with Andrea and rubs her hands together from the cold. She eyes the signs over the doors and tries to hide her amusement, looking disapproving.::

"Do you want to find us a table, Andy?"

"Okay."

::Andrea also looks at the signs, then checks the back room. She comes back looking confused.::

"There's no poker through there..."

::Sharon tries to hide a grin.::

"No, I suppose they must have made a mistake."

"Maybe it's just at night."

::Andrea still looks slightly confused, but toddles off to get a table. Which isn't hard. It's not like the place is heaving at this time of day.::

::Sharon follows after hanging her coat up on a hook by the door.::

"What do you want?"

"They're shipping it from Dublin now and I haven't tried it yet."

(Woo for big sisters and buying stuff.)

"Right, of course."

::Sharon nods and goes to the bar, ordering them two guinesses... guinni... =P and bringing them back to the table.::

"Beer at this time of morning is a questionable idea but I have been meaning to try this too."

"Well, I mean, it's good for you. See, the white bit is milk. And that's dairy."

::Andrea nods and waits for it to settle as folk in the know do.::

"How's life anyway?"

"Busy, actually."

::Sharon pauses, wondering if it would be wise to tell Andrea about the church.::

"I was ehm, contacted by some ghosts."

::She still feels idiotic talking about the supernatural, as if any minute Andrea will jump and tell her that they've been having her on all along.::

::Andrea takes a sip from her drink and savours it for the few seconds before she realises she's not replied.::

(Oh God it's like home.)

"Really? I'm sorry but... it's good."

::Now that that's over, she properly answers her sister.::

"Okay so... what ghosts?"

::Sharon eyes her sister for a second before replying.::

"These children at the haunted church in the cemetary. I went and had a conversation with a man who said he was the Father there and then was attacked by... well, a ghost."

(I suppose Andrea might have some suggestions that could help me... she is experienced in this area. Although not bright.)

"Wait, the one on the edge of town in the middle of that big graveyard?"

::Andrea stares at Sharon oddly.::

"It's a ruin, Shaz. I've been in the one you talked about, we were nearly killed. Are we talking about the same one?"

"Yes, it was a ruin at first but... well I suppose it changed when the priest came in. Anyway, I did some research and those children were orphans, murdered by the man who attacked me as a ghost."

"Oh... that's horrible..."

::Andrea looks down.::

"Poor children. H... how did..."

::She pulls a face.::

"Can you start from the start just so I don't get lost? Why did you go there in the first place? Were you just having a look around and saw them there?"

::Sharon runs a hand through her hair.::

"Okay. The children appeared on my television. They were asking for help. I went to the church and saw a little girl, whom I later discovered was a ghost, and spoke to a priest about the place. It seemed to... come alive when he came in. And researching later I simply found that the place was abandoned, so God only knows what he was doing there. I managed to take a dagger from the place..."

::Sharon trails off, wondering what to say next.::

"But it was a different man that attacked you? Is the dagger his?"

::Sharon shrugs.::

"I assume so."

"Really don't like ghosts."

::Andrea shakes her head slightly, trying not to think about Julie.::

(God, she'll be pissed off at me.)

"Okay so... why do you think they brought you to see them? I mean, there's nothing you can do for them now."

(Ghosts... wandering spirit, unfinished business...)

::Julie parks outside and comes in. She's quick to spot Andrea... and Sharon. Thing is, she hasn't thought about what she'd say to Andrea if she got her alone. Obviously she isn't gonna get her alone now. Feeling strangely nervous, Julie turns around and leaves again. She drives back to CW.::

::Sharon shakes her head.::

"I suppose they want some kind of peace. I don't know what they think I can do to help them, though."

::She sips her beer thoughtfully.::

"You haven't come across anything similar, have you?"

::Andrea casts her mind back to all her experiences in ACW so far. She can't remember anything like this, so she shakes her head.::

"The only ghosts I've been in contact with were in the same place. But he was the 'I'm going to eat your soul a ha ha ha' type of fella and not please help me with my unfinished business sort."

::She thinks for a second.::

"Maybe... what research did you do? How did you find out all about the background?"

"Ehm, I took the dagger to the Auction House, I don't suppose you know it... but a consultant there looked it up. The oddest thing about it is really that priest. I'm tempted to go back and try to find him, but he wasn't extremely welcoming last time."

"Okay, so it was probably pretty reliable information you got. Right. This priest... was he a ghost? Did I already ask that? I suppose he was if he made this illusion mathingy..."

::Andrea gives Sharon a funny look.::

"Didn't you think it was strange when that happened? That would've been my cue to run screaming, I think."

::Sharon rolls her eyes.::

"I think you would have run screaming when you saw ghost children appearing on your television."

"Well. Yes. Probably."

::Andrea pauses, then scowls slightly.::

"I've so seen scarier things than you and not run away. I bet I have."

"Andrea, you were scared of Ghostbusters. I had to let you sleep in my bed for a month afterwards. So I really doubt it."

(Still can't eat marshmallows.)

"That's not the point. Besides, it wasn't the film, it was the idea. But I suppose you have no empathy so you wouldn't understand."

::She folds her arms across her stomach and looks away.::

::Sharon raises an eyebrow.::

"No empathy?"

"You don't understand how all those little people were frightened of Stay-Puft because he was a big scary ghost and he was destroying all their homes... but you just laughed because hey! It's a giant marshmallow! And you didn't care about the destruction he cause, ruining countless lives and I'm hard pushed to believe not one innocent was killed in his travels."

::... wow. Loser.::

::Sharon sniggers and covers her mouth.::

"Stop, Andrea, please, I haven't heard your ghostbuster speech in far too long and it's too hard not to make fun of you."

::Andrea pouts and looks even huffier.::

"Fine. But just because it's fiction doesn't mean we can let go of the little things. And anyway, he had a really scary face at the end when he was screaming and on fire and all angry and reaching up to grab them..."

::Looking a little white, Andrea stares at the table for a few seconds, having frightened herself all over again. Someone won't be sleeping tonight.::

::Sharon smirks.::

"Not as bad as the gremlins though."

::Andrea does the -_- face.::

"Don't start. Mohawk was a little shitbag and he deserved everything he got, and don't you deny that they were terrifying when they turned all slimy and... oh, but little Gizmo was so cute when he got all Ramboed up..."

::She looks all nurturing for a few seconds, wishing she had a Gizmo of her own now that she's thinking about it.::

::Sharon raises her eyes to the ceiling, well aware of what Andrea is thinking.::

"Stop mooning over Gizmo and get us two more pints."

"Pssh."

::Andrea chuckles and gets up, bringing their empty glasses to the bar because she's polite like that, starting to feel a little woozy.::

(There's something in drinking at this time of day...)

::She orders two more and slopes about while waiting, then compliments the staff on serving The Right Stuff and brings the drinks over to her sister.::

"If the auction house knew about all this, I'm assuming they had a good source like a document from the time. So these children must be wanting something other than what happened to them exposed. Or am I off the mark?"

"No, she got the information from a newspaper."

::Sharon has a sip as she thinks.::

"All I can think of is that they want to be... released. Perhaps there's something about the way they were murdered that means they can't move on. Especially considering that the spirit of their killer is still around. I don't suppose you know of any way to vanquish a ghost?"

::Andrea bites her lip and thinks.::

"Was..."

::She lowers her eyes slightly.::

"Was he brought to justice? Did he confess before he died? Maybe they want him to confess..."

::Sharon purses her lips.::

"Maybe."

::She looks down at her beer.::

(I'm supposed to get this ghost to confess?)

"How did he die? Just old age?"