The New 3WB

[Wallenburg]

"Well, suit yourself." Geurrero says, taking a swig of the mystery beer. He frowns. "Eh, it will taste better after I've had a few."

He glances at the arrows Holt removed from the dart board. "Wanna have a little sport? Just some target shooting for fun." He withdraws his rocket pistol from its holster, setting it on the bar. "Don't matter if your good or anything."

Holt shrugs and draws a revolver from his vest. "Sounds fine to me. I'm curious to see how Wallenburgian weaponry holds up to that thing you have there."

He stands up and walks to the dart board. "But first, we'll need a target."

Rummaging through his coat, he pulls out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, revealing the text of the latest motion to condemn the Invaders. Taking three darts, he presses the paper against the dart board and jams the darts through the corners of the paper.

"Shall I take the first shot, sir, or would you like to go first?"

[Excidium Planetis]

Holt shrugs and draws a revolver from his vest. "Sounds fine to me. I'm curious to see how Wallenburgian weaponry holds up to that thing you have there."

He stands up and walks to the dart board. "But first, we'll need a target."

Rummaging through his coat, he pulls out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, revealing the text of the latest motion to condemn the Invaders. Taking three darts, he presses the paper against the dart board and jams the darts through the corners of the paper.

"Shall I take the first shot, sir, or would you like to go first?"

"Be my guest." Guerrero says, motioning for Holt to take the first shot. "At these distances, I am sure it won't matter, but this here sidearm will merc any target without much skill on my part." Guerrero pat his pistol.

"Say, I never caught your name. Name's Guerrero. Sergio Guerrero."

[We Are Not the NSA]

Holt shrugs and draws a revolver from his vest. "Sounds fine to me. I'm curious to see how Wallenburgian weaponry holds up to that thing you have there."

He stands up and walks to the dart board. "But first, we'll need a target."

Rummaging through his coat, he pulls out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, revealing the text of the latest motion to condemn the Invaders. Taking three darts, he presses the paper against the dart board and jams the darts through the corners of the paper.

"Shall I take the first shot, sir, or would you like to go first?"

"Be my guest." Guerrero says, motioning for Holt to take the first shot. "At these distances, I am sure it won't matter, but this here sidearm will merc any target without much skill on my part." Guerrero pat his pistol.

"Say, I never caught your name. Name's Guerrero. Sergio Guerrero."

FWIP!

Col. Erika Agnarsson stood just within the threshold of the bar's entrance, beside the table from which she had retrieved the butterknife that was now lodged in the dart board, "That's 25 points for me. Did you boys find anything to drink in the back?"

[Shidar]

The Shidarian ambassador was on his way to the voting chambers when he did a double take. The bar that had stood closed for nearly a year was open once again. He peered in but recognized none of the patrons save the NSA ambassador. Hmm, he thought. Have they nothing better to do than drink? He went on his way again to vote on the newest resolution. It was there he realized why those people in the bar were there: the current resolution at vote would drive any person to drink.

[Wallenburg]

"Be my guest." Guerrero says, motioning for Holt to take the first shot. "At these distances, I am sure it won't matter, but this here sidearm will merc any target without much skill on my part." Guerrero pat his pistol.

"Say, I never caught your name. Name's Guerrero. Sergio Guerrero."

Holt smiles. "Very well, then. Thank you, Mr. Guerrero. I am Arthur Pyter-Lorena Holt. I serve as Mikael's--"

FWIP!

Col. Erika Agnarsson stood just within the threshold of the bar's entrance, beside the table from which she had retrieved the butterknife that was now lodged in the dart board, "That's 25 points for me. Did you boys find anything to drink in the back?"

The sudden appearance of a knife in the target cuts Arthur short. His head swivels around to Agnarsson. "Um, well, Sergio here found some nameless concoction, but I'm not sure what else is left. I don't think there's any staff here anymore."

Holt returns his attention to the dart board, levels his pistol, and squeezes the trigger gently. The copy of "Condemn The Invaders" ripples as the bullet punches through it. Lowering his gun, Holt nods to the Excidian. "Your shot, then."

[Excidium Planetis]

Col. Erika Agnarsson stood just within the threshold of the bar's entrance, beside the table from which she had retrieved the butterknife that was now lodged in the dart board, "That's 25 points for me. Did you boys find anything to drink in the back?"

"I found some Amaretto and beer that should have been Condemned instead of Commended." Guerrero replies.

Holt returns his attention to the dart board, levels his pistol, and squeezes the trigger gently. The copy of "Condemn The Invaders" ripples as the bullet punches through it. Lowering his gun, Holt nods to the Excidian. "Your shot, then."

"Nice shot, Holt." Guerrero says as he steps up to take a shot. "How about I match you?"

Geurrero raises his rocket pistol, and lazes the hole left by Holt's round for a few seconds. Guerrero pulls the trigger, and a rocket leaves the barrel in a trail of exhaust. It embeds itself right behind Holt's mark, leaving a slightly larger hole for the 12 mm round.

"It'd be better if we had moving targets... shows off the guidance systems a bit better."

[Wallenburg]

"Nice shot, Holt." Guerrero says as he steps up to take a shot. "How about I match you?"

Geurrero raises his rocket pistol, and lazes the hole left by Holt's round for a few seconds. Guerrero pulls the trigger, and a rocket leaves the barrel in a trail of exhaust. It embeds itself right behind Holt's mark, leaving a slightly larger hole for the 12 mm round.

"It'd be better if we had moving targets... shows off the guidance systems a bit better."

Arthur grins. "Well, would you look at that! That's a bit too much smoke for my personal taste, but just imagine if every Wallenburgian soldier had one of those! We'd have hardly any reason to fear foreign militaries at all!"

Holt tucks his weapon back into his vest and looks back to the kitchen again. "I wonder if I can get that place running. I'm dying for a good chicken sandwich."

[States of Glory WA Office]

Neville: Why is it called the Three-Walled Bar?

Fairburn: Presumably, someone broke the fourth wall. I have no idea who did, though. (I did.) Oh, not you again! What do you want now? (I want you to acknowledge me. Recognise my existence!) I don't know who you are! All you've done is repeat whatever actions I'm doing! (Fine. If you won't recognise me, I'll have to take matters into my own hands.) Oh, no, you don't! (The coward runs away. He lives to suck another day.)

[Excidium Planetis]

Neville: Why is it called the Three-Walled Bar?

Fairburn: Presumably, someone broke the fourth wall. I have no idea who did, though.

"Actually," Guerrero replies, "it's because someone built a fourth wall. You see, the whole building is triangular, and when they erected the fourth wall, one half became a quadrilateral, and this part became a triangle. Hence, this is the Three Walled Bar.

"Says so right here," he adds, pointing to a plaque titled "OP".

Arthur grins. "Well, would you look at that! That's a bit too much smoke for my personal taste, but just imagine if every Wallenburgian soldier had one of those! We'd have hardly any reason to fear foreign militaries at all!"

"I'm sure my nation would much love to export millions of them to your nation." Geurrero says. "But you know how it is, within a few years your enemies will have them too, and now everybody is just getting merc'd faster than ever before."

Holt tucks his weapon back into his vest and looks back to the kitchen again. "I wonder if I can get that place running. I'm dying for a good chicken sandwich."

"Sounds good. Please, tell me when you can get two of 'em."

[Imperium Anglorum]

Parsons: Hey Wallenburg, this right here is why Parsons knows so many things. Especially about things which happen in the Discordant Bar.

[Tim-Opolis]

Ambassador Stark grumpily wiped the dust off the counter again. The Bar had seen better days, that was for sure. With business drying up as of late, mostly due to the new sport of taking potshots at badge hunters who would skulk around the darker alleys of the Security Council, there would have to be some real incentive for people to come here; something which could inspire people to revelry and remind them that the 3WB was 50% cheaper, and only 10% more watered down than the grime they served at the Stranger's Bar over in the General Assembly.

"Honestly, it'll probably take the influx of a few more people, some of whom can think of more creative scenarios than I, to get this bar back up and running", he said to himself with amusement.

Maybe it was a matter of branding. After all, the furniture was still adhering to concepts of the previous decade, and the light bulbs did seem to be last changed at the same time. Maybe with a more modern aesthetic, and activities that would bring interest to the new generation of Security Council hopefuls, this hive of debauchery could rise again. Hell, at the very least it could stay active enough that there would be more than just a few drifters around holiday time every year to keep it going.

[Wallenburg]

Deputy Rep. Holt, sitting in the corner of the bar and eating his lunch, sees Stark enter the bar. He waves over to the ambassador. "Ah, finally! I've been lost on this side of the headquarters for a while now, surviving off of chicken sandwiches. Did you know that the kitchen has rats? It makes cooking really unnerving."

[Tinhampton]

It was yet another dark and dingy period in the Three Walled Bar, which had not seen any customers since January. Of course, Delegate-Ambassador Smith knew that this wasn't the longest period of inactivity the Bar had experienced, as he could testify on his first visit, but he now had somebody else in situ - Jamie Williamson, Assembly Member of 38 years and the Assistant to the Delegate-Ambassador. With still no bartender in sight, they had little else to talk about than The Arab League.

The WFE Entry of The Arab League: Beginning

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BLITZKRIEGED

World Assembly voters bamboozled: 16,463

First up was Smith. "I acquired this from Mike and Lisa. It's the start of the current World Factbook Entry of the Arab League."
OOC: The text that D-A Smith is referring to is to your right.
Williamson was speedy to respond. "Now... I can't pretend to be an expert on non-WA international matters, but isn't the number of bamboozled voters the number of voters that cast ballots for repealing the liberation of the Arab League?"
"Yes," Smith concurred. "And Blitzkrieg, I understand, is one of the world's largest military empires. Now, I have something to tell you."
"Go on. What?" Williamson awaited the statement to come.
"Well, Jamie, I'm usually opposed to Liberations. Despite all that, when I first looked at the resolution, I thought to myself: These unknown nations arriving in the League cannot be dealt with by the Security Council. They wanted it, they have to live with it. I'm against it. I cast my ballot against it. I don't know how many laughed at me for opposing it, but I had the last laugh in the end. The region was password-locked by Shah-Armen - the same nation that wrote the proposal, and a nation working for Blitzkrieg. So, you see, you've learned a lesson today: Ineffective measures do not work."
"Understood, Alex. Now, all I need to do is wait for the bartender, then the party can get started..."

[The Atlae Isles]

George looked in the newspaper. "So many bad resolutions...I miss TEP."

[Consular]

You're at the bar again, aren't you.

The lack of a question mark was all too telling. Faber sighed, then took a sip from his drink. He supposed ought to respond, at least pretend he cared.

No.

Yes.

He stared in frustration at the smartphone for a moment. "Saying yes doesn't somehow override me saying n- How would you even know." He muttered, rapidly typing half a reply, then just as quickly changing his mind and deleting it. "It's not like I have anything better to do." He paused. "Except talk to myself, apparently. You're bloody losing it, Benji."

[United Massachusetts]

Hello, y'all.

Strolling into the bar, the Bay State Ambassador seems visibly excited, yet still drowsy from a long day of work.

[Tim-Opolis]

Tim dusted off a glass and poured himself a drink.

"For anybody interested, we've finally removed all of the defunct NS Wiki links from the Passed Resolutions Records", he said to whoever might be in the bar at the time.

[Tinhampton]

Smith knew he had got in touch with Tim about it, or at least he thought he did OOC: I sent a telegram to Tim-Opolis about it in December. Upon learning of this, he took another glass and celebratorily downed his pint of XV Lager in some 12 seconds.

[Tim-Opolis]

Smith knew he had got in touch with Tim about it, or at least he thought he did OOC: I sent a telegram to Tim-Opolis about it in December. Upon learning of this, he took another glass and celebratorily downed his pint of XV Lager in some 12 seconds.

Tim winked at Smith

"I told you I'd get around to it eventually, comrade, it just took so much time dusting all the shelves"

[Tim-Opolis]

*pours a drink and sighs*

I'll get the Passed SC Resolutions updated later today, it's been a tad busy. Thanks for the patience, team.

[Tim-Opolis]

The Ambassador sat down at the bar, sliced up a lime, and poured himself a gin and tonic after the long day

"Hey folks, I'll have the SC Resolutions thread updated tomorrow. Been a bit busy" he said, downing the drink. "Also, feel free to stop in the 3WB and hang out. We've got $1.75 wells, and $3 locals, as well as free popcorn for watching the General Assembly take themselves way too seriously as usual. No point drinking at the Strangers Bar, it costs more, tastes worse, and you get stuck in a debate about abortion while there.

[Lord Dominator]

Dee wanders in, or more accurately falls out of thick air
"Ello, scum and bastards, nice to see you all here. I do say though, these Liberation thingy-ma-bobs seem quite nice, the queue is fuller than I've seen it in absolute agees. Quite nice I might say, certainly some delicious chaos going around now."

It was at this point she noticed the bar, and wandered over there
"Yes I want that whole barrel! What part of 'Gimme a barrel' wasn't clear!?"

[The Atlae Isles]

Dee wanders in, or more accurately falls out of thick air
"Ello, scum and bastards, nice to see you all here. I do say though, these Liberation thingy-ma-bobs seem quite nice, the queue is fuller than I've seen it in absolute agees. Quite nice I might say, certainly some delicious chaos going around now."

It was at this point she noticed the bar, and wandered over there
"Yes I want that whole barrel! What part of 'Gimme a barrel' wasn't clear!?"

Williamsen raises his head off the table and blinks for a bit. "Ughhh...why did I take a shot for every time people were overreacting...I thought I was free from drama in the SC..."

[Lenlyvit]

The voting finally over, the Ambassador of Lenlyvit decides to pay the Three Walled Bar a visit. Entering through the door, Princess Kagawi Yuki, Heir Apparent of the Lenlyvitian throne and Ambassador to the WA, notices many other dignitaries within. As she entered, the general hubub in the bar ceased as all eyes turned to her. As the other Ambassadors got over their shock of seeing her, questions started flying through the air demanding answers about Liberate Kaiserreich. One voice though, closer to her and coming from the table next to the door, caught her ear.

"Well done breaking the Security Council princess." said the Ambassador from Wrapper.

Turning towards the table, the princess smiled as she answered in a sultry voice. "Sometimes things must be broken before they are considered in need of fixing, Ambassador. Fear not, I see bright days ahead for the Security Council." With that the Princess turned away and started to make her way to the bar, where she ordered a glass of their finest wine vintage.

(OOC, I'm really terrible at this :/)

[Wallenburg]

"Well done breaking the Security Council princess." said the Ambassador from Wrapper.

...

(OOC, I'm really terrible at this :/)

OOC: That's all right, I was terrible at this too back when I started. Some advice for the future: avoid taking control of other players' characters unless you have their permission to do so. You can observe their behavior as written in other posts, but making words come out of their mouths is considered godmodding and generally impolite.

IC: Deputy Rep. Holt awakens from what feels like a year-long hibernation. He turns his head slowly, taking in the room. "There are...people here? Other people? When did this happen?"