The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

by **Taigawa** » Fri Jul 22, 2016 6:19 pm

Separatist Peoples wrote:
Taigawa wrote:"And what is the Cyber Security Act? Is it one of those laws the empress thinks you force of primitives or is it one of those that were put in the graveyard and forgotten?"

Bell hands over a piece of crumpled paper. "Just a piece of appalling drafting, ambassador. Nothing likely to pass."

"Ah...so it just copies something else....Is that why it's illegal?"

by **WA Kitty Kops** » Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:24 am

The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper wrote:AHUME: Norja... Norja... Hmmmm. Not finding it in the index. Hang on. (He grabs his tablet and taps away exitedly.) Araraukar. Norja... Norjalainen villapaita. Ah, got it! Oh, hang on, I need to strip the vocal tracks... and... upload it, to the karaoke server.... There! Okay, give me a second to reindex... and there you go! Ready when you are!

OOC: Okay, so this needs a little explaining. Juice Leskinen, whose song "Norjalainen villapaita" (literal translation: "Norwegian sweatshirt") has always been one of my favourites, and my parents have always liked the artist's music (many others of his songs are also on my favourite list). Back when I still lived at home, sometimes in the summer when we were all outside working in the garden or doing some maintenance work, my dad would play Finnish rock CD's in the car, as loud as its radio settings let it, and with the car doors open, and we'd all sing along. This was a couple of decades ago.

My father has always been a difficult person to buy presents for, and he's always preferred something self-made to bought gifts. All my life (like, since I was 6) I've written poems, so he'd usually get a card (my youngest brother is a gifted artist) with one of my poems on it, and we'd sing (the older of my little brothers is really good guitar player) happy birthday, bake cake and have a family feast of a dinner.

Several years ago, when I was walking home from a friend's place, having just finished a phone call with my dad, I was humming the tune of Norjalainen villapaita, when suddenly words started forming themselves into the rhythm of the song's lyrics.

It took me a further 2 years to finish writing the song, and everything mentioned in it is reality-based; childhood memories, random comments, funny events, etc. Then fall of 2014 (I think it was), at Father's Day, me and my brothers (the middle one of us accompanying it with acoustic guitar) performed the song to our dad, and he cried, being so moved both by the lyrics and by the three of us going through the trouble to rehearse it to perform it. I gave him a copy of the lyrics and apparently he showed them off at his work and at the next family gathering at my grandparents'.

It was the best gift I've ever made for any of my family members. And while the majority of you are unlikely to understand the subtleties of the lyrics - I will include a translation at the end, but of course it lacks the right nuances, in addition to which you're lacking the personal connections to really "get" the lyrics - I wanted to use this song and my lyrics ever since making the bet with Herby.

The Chief Inshpekshuuner nodded to Ahume, sat up straighter, and when the music started, waited until the right beat to start singing.

"Mies Raatikosta
se sanoi, "En osta
mä matkoja etelän.
Kaveri osti
ja loma sen kosti,
kun ripulin saikin hän.

Laivalla käydessä
tuubassa täydessä
tylsää myöskin on.
Pakettimatkoja
lupa on ivata,
kun en oo autoton."

Toreilla, turuilla,
vuonoilla, kuruilla,
matkustaa mies voi.
Jos sillä tuulella,
kannattaa kuunnella,
kun karaoke soi.

Istutti lapsiinsa
matkustushalunsa,
mukaan ottaa vaimon.
Näin osa Eurooppaa,
sekä myös Suomenmaa
yhdessä nähty on.

Hela hela hela helaa
me hoilattiin lujaa
ja pihamaa Juicea soi,
kesällä Raatikossa,
kodissamme, jossa
se hyttyset oitis kimppuumme toi.

Sähköiset vempeleet
kai sen on tehneet;
aina on mukana työ.
Sähköposteja
pakko on availla,
vaikka jo olisi yö.

Oravanpyörästä
vaikee on hypätä,
vaikka tahtoa ois.
Siksi mies Raatikon
tietää et pakko on
välillä vain päästä pois.

Hela hela hela helaa
me hoilattiin lujaa
ja pihamaa Juicea soi,
kesällä Raatikossa,
kodissamme, jossa
se hyttyset oitis kimppuumme toi.

"Traktorin hommasin
nurmikon kunnostin
enää ei vihreää.
Ei ulkorakennus
vaikkei se valmistu
ole niin tärkeää."

Kotona hommailla
täydellä tarmolla
tämäkin mies siis saa.
Renkaita vaihtaa
ja tylsyyttä kaihtaa
viel eläkeiänkin taa.

Hela hela hela helaa
me hoilattiin lujaa
ja pihamaa Juicea soi,
kesällä Raatikossa,
kodissamme, jossa
se hyttyset oitis kimppuumme toi."

The Chief Inshpekshuuner repeated the last chorus and then let his voice fade. When the music ended, he jumped off the stool, off the stage, and then seemed to vanish, just one oil-black shadow among the others behind the equipment and speakers.

by **Wallenburg** » Sat Jul 23, 2016 11:20 am

WA Kitty Kops wrote:*SNIP*

OOC: I heard something about John Lennon.

IC: Mikael enters the bar as the cat begins to sing. Surprisingly, the Chief's voice is not half-bad. Ogenbond sits down and listens, fascinated, to the song. "Fascinating. You sound so much like an Indevian soloist."

by **Araraukar** » Sat Jul 23, 2016 11:42 am

Wallenburg wrote:OOC: I heard something about John Lennon.

OOC: He is mentioned as a sort of tribute in the original lyrics. The song tells about a bunch of old, alchoholized song-makers meeting at the shoreline - possibly that of a Norwegian fjord - and singing and drinking, and talking about past and future and the futility of life. There's also a hidden reference to Irwin Goodman, and Juice himself had said that as a whole the song is a kind of a tribute to Juha Vainio, and he got the idea for the song from a dream he had after Vainio's death.

I won't even try to translate the original lyrics.

by **Imperium Anglorum** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 12:05 am

PARSONS: A salute to our long lost comrades! They now return home! (raises a flute of champagne)

by **Wallenburg** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 12:13 am

Imperium Anglorum wrote:PARSONS: A salute to our long lost comrades! They now return home! (raises a flute of champagne)

"Indeed," says Ogenbond, far less enthusiastic. He leans over to Gerald, "I'd appreciate it if office security were doubled, and another SpH 37 ordered from Independence. Also, keep contacting Arabus about importing those shulkers."

by **The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 6:17 am

WA Kitty Kops wrote:Hela hela hela helaa
me hoilattiin lujaa
ja pihamaa Juicea soi,
kesällä Raatikossa,
kodissamme, jossa
se hyttyset oitis kimppuumme toi

(Wad Ahume nods as the kitty sings, then, for the last chorus, joins in as best as he can, singing a very soft background harmony.)

Imperium Anglorum wrote:PARSONS: A salute to our long lost comrades! They now return home! (raises a flute of champagne)

ARI: (reads the notice) Wait. What is this nonsense? Why, they're lawbreakers, every last one of them! Wad Ahume! To the office, we must review our list of oppressive ex-members, and lodge as many undoubtedly pointless and inevitably fruitless complaints as we can! Ahume? AHUME! Stop that caterwauling, let's go!

(Ari exits the bar. Ahume approaches Parsons.)

AHUME: Let's hope they've learned their lesson. Cheers. (He clinks glasses with Parsons, then exits.)

by **States of Glory WA Office** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 5:12 pm

A small man with brown thin-rimmed spectacles walks meekishly into the bar. He looks around at all the other ambassadors with a nervous expression. He then summons up the courage to speak.

"H-Hello. Neville Lynn R-Robert at your service. The Honourable Ambassador should be here any minute, there was a lot of traffic."

Still a nervous wreck, Neville sits down at a vacant table and asks, "So, what does this place serve?"

OOC: Binge-reading the active GA Resolutions was exhausting work. This had better be worth it.

by **Whovian Tardisia** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 7:54 pm

Pink turns to the newcomer. "Pleased to meet you Neville. Ambassador Rupert Pink. The bartender gives him a puzzled look. "Not you, Neville. This new Neville. This is going to be confusing."

by **Elke and Elba** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 3:00 am

Araraukar wrote:
Wallenburg wrote:OOC: I heard something about John Lennon.

OOC: He is mentioned as a sort of tribute in the original lyrics. The song tells about a bunch of old, alchoholized song-makers meeting at the shoreline - possibly that of a Norwegian fjord - and singing and drinking, and talking about past and future and the futility of life. There's also a hidden reference to Irwin Goodman, and Juice himself had said that as a whole the song is a kind of a tribute to Juha Vainio, and he got the idea for the song from a dream he had after Vainio's death.

Norjalainen villapaita by Juice Leskinen

Mies tuli vuonolta
näyttäen huonolta
norjalaispaitoineen
Poljennon rennon
ja hennon John Lennon
loi viehätystaitoineen

Könysin taksista
"Eipä oo kaksista",
kaimani kritisoi
Jotenkin kireellä
oudolla vireellä
sielussain city soi

Korkkasin tuomiset
Heitimme huomiset
aaltoihin ahtoisiin
Hukuimme vaivaisiin
tuumiin ja taivaisiin
voimakastahtoisiin

Aamussa kuulaassa
seurassa suulaassa
harjoitin viihdyntää
Lauloimme tuttuja
uusia juttuja
joissa on sydän ja pää

HEA! HEA! HEA! HEA!
Me hoilattiin hiljaa,
ja vuonolla virtemme soi
Sen kertasi kaiku
ja puseron sisältä
lehahti lentoon se aamuinen koi

Puhuimme Junnusta
Sanoin: "En tunnusta
jatketta perinteen
Kaikki se kyllä
on päittemme yllä
ja sen vähin erin teen"

Joimme sen putelin
Niksejä utelin
Hiukkasen painittiin
Elää kenties
joka päivä se mies
joka rentuksi mainittiin

HEA! HEA! HEA! HEA!
Me hoilattiin hiljaa,
ja vuonolla virtemme soi
Sen kertasi kaiku
ja puseron sisältä
lehahti lentoon se aamuinen koi

Varjoja kaihdoimme
Riimejä vaihdoimme
Röökiä kiskottiin
Kaukainen pohjoinen
hyytävän sohjoinen
helteeksi diskottiin

Elämme, kuolemme
Rannoilla vuolemme
lastuja laineisiin
Huutoihin vastaamme
Lauseita lastaamme
henkiin ja aineisiin

HEA! HEA! HEA! HEA!
Me hoilattiin hiljaa,
ja vuonolla virtemme soi
Sen kertasi kaiku
ja puseron sisältä
lehahti lentoon se aamuinen koi

HEA! HEA! HEA! HEA!
Me hoilattiin hiljaa,
ja vuonolla virtemme soi
Sen kertasi kaiku
ja puseron sisältä
lehahti lentoon se aamuinen koi

I won't even try to translate the original lyrics.

OOC: I would have never expected anyone to mention about Juice Leskinen in NS or in life. Then again I'm Singaporean, so, -.-

IC: Alethea barges into the Bar, after a very prolonged time. The Bar used to be her refuge, but playing tennis and setting wood on fire became better pastimes. Hey, at least she didn't have to wake up with a hangover the next morning.

While the Wads were still a common sight, Alethea sighed at the disappearance of Furretium and the still missing nature of the Faeries and other interesting characters. She however was here to drown herself in thin bootleg beer, because she was confused over the new decree to readmit once-banned nations in the WA.

She sat down, chatted to Neville the Bartender for a while before he passed over her special request. As Neville went back to polishing his cups and shaking his cocktails, Alethea's gaze lingered longingly around him. Neville seemed to be such a good guy, his mind not pestered by the brutalness and happenings of the Assembly and the real world, and realised how cute he was.

Alethea wasn't sure whether that was just the moonshine taking effect... or just Neville was so unaffected by the world that she saw the jovial innocence once long gone from her in him.

by **States of Glory WA Office** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 8:51 am

Whovian Tardisia wrote:Pink turns to the newcomer. "Pleased to meet you Neville. Ambassador Rupert Pink. The bartender gives him a puzzled look. "Not you, Neville. This new Neville. This is going to be confusing."

OOC: Dang it. I didn't realise that the name Neville was already taken. This is awkward.

IC: Neville looks at the Whovian ambassador with a confused look before looking at the bartender. Only then does he realise what's going on.

"Oh, boy. What next? Is there someone here named Bartholomew as well?", thought Neville, before realising that he was saying it out loud.

"Forgive me. Bartholomew is the Honourable Ambassador who has been sent by the office, fashionably late as usual. Just a word of warning: He hates being referred to in a manner other than Ambassador Fairburn, so please keep that in mind. The last time someone ignored the advice...well, let's just say that that isn't ketchup on the floor."

by **Excidium Planetis** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 10:31 am

States of Glory WA Office wrote:OOC: Dang it. I didn't realise that the name Neville was already taken. This is awkward.

OOC: Relax. Names aren't "taken", it just so happens that the bartender is named Neville.

IC: Neville looks at the Whovian ambassador with a confused look before looking at the bartender. Only then does he realise what's going on.

"Oh, boy. What next? Is there someone here named Bartholomew as well?", thought Neville, before realising that he was saying it out loud.

"Forgive me. Bartholomew is the Honourable Ambassador who has been sent by the office, fashionably late as usual. Just a word of warning: He hates being referred to in a manner other than Ambassador Fairburn, so please keep that in mind. The last time someone ignored the advice...well, let's just say that that isn't ketchup on the floor."

"It isn't?" Blackbourne exclaims. "But I could have sworn Madam Schultz informed me that the Bar's Weapon Nullifiers prevented any sort of violent conflict."

by **Wallenburg** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 10:47 am

Excidium Planetis wrote:"It isn't?" Blackbourne exclaims. "But I could have sworn Madam Schultz informed me that the Bar's Weapon Nullifiers prevented any sort of violent conflict."

"Indeed," agrees Ogenbond. "Of course, even if it malfunctions, I am quite comfortable in my ability to defend myself. Anyone who gets violent with me will be properly neutralized. Speaking of which, where's today's paper, Gerald? I remember seeing an article about the Castilians sending peacekeepers into Landcastra."

by **Taigawa** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 11:40 am

Excidium Planetis wrote:
"It isn't?" Blackbourne exclaims. "But I could have sworn Madam Schultz informed me that the Bar's Weapon Nullifiers prevented any sort of violent conflict."

"So your overelaborate defenses can malfunction? No matter, I am very confident in my abilities to defend myself if need be. However where I come from it is considered foolhardly and unwise to attack a matriarch. Our biotics are considered the strongest in the galaxy."

by **Sierra Lyricalia** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 12:29 pm

Separatist Peoples wrote:
Sierra Lyricalia wrote:
Steph squeezes by the dark-clad Lady Protector on her way back into the bar and grunts, "Sure, sure. Hell, put it on my tab if you'll just stop blockin' the damn doorway, huh?" She catches Neville's eye, points at the Demonosian representative and then at herself. "Enjoy."

Steph looks around the bar for a moment, then nods and walks at a brisk pace toward Bell and Ari as soon as she picks them out. As she moves, the strap of her satchel appears to be digging just a little bit harder into her shoulder than usual, padded by the black coat and the fatigues underneath.

"Benjamin!" She claps Bell on the side of the shoulder, and gives Ari a polite nod. "So I got a little tip off, from a source I trust, the 8th Floor Southeast Main Corridor - that's offices 61-90 - is gonna be closed for renovations, and they've moved everyone to temporary space in one of the sub-basements. Power's off except two conduits for lights and tools, and the crews'll be working just the day shift. Should make a perfect range, no?"

One of the bar staff lays down a napkin at Steph's elbow, and on top of it a full martini glass with a zig-zag stem, its two olives still rolling slightly around the glass on the bamboo-splinter sword stabbed through them. She looks up in surprise. "Hey, I didn't ord-" She stops abruptly and snorts a short laugh. "Sure I did. OK, that'll learn me to assume the barkeep's a mind-reader. What the hell." Steph picks up the glass and raises it in the Lady Protector's direction before taking a large gulp.

"Huh. Not bad. Anyway," she resumes, looking again at Bell and giving the satchel a couple of exaggeratedly large pats, "I'm ready whenever you are."

Bell's attention is immediately drawn away from the hubbub, soda-water dispenser quite forgotten. "An ~~archery~~ marksmanship contest, you say? And I suppose the terms of our wager?"

He eyes the satchel thoughtfully for a moment- just a short one- before leaping to his feet in anticipation.

"You're on, space cadet! Chuckie!"

The goat appears as if by magic, an expensive pocket silk peaking out of his mouth.

"Guard my spot."

The goat wanders off.

"Goddammit, Chuckie...Fuck it. I think I have a few copies of the Cyber Security Act kicking that I haven't used as tissue paper left over, we can use those as targets."

Stands up to join Steph, his grin barely contained on his face.

Steph raises an eyebrow and says, "'Space cadet,' my ass, I work for a liv..." She trails off, then chuckles. "Right, the other kind. Here we go, then." She drains the rest of her martini and grabs the olive-sword as she prepares to go.

Separatist Peoples wrote:
Taigawa wrote:"And what is the Cyber Security Act? Is it one of those laws the empress thinks you force of primitives or is it one of those that were put in the graveyard and forgotten?"

Bell hands over a piece of crumpled paper. "Just a piece of appalling drafting, ambassador. Nothing likely to pass."

"So, just the paper, then? Hmm... Ah!"

Steph grabs a permanent marker from a torso pocket of her fatigues, holds the cap in her teeth to open it, and reverses the pen back in so the cap is on the back, and puts it down on the bar. "Here we go..." she says, pulling the two olives off the 'sword' with her teeth. She grabs the napkin from underneath the abandoned martini glass with her right hand, holding the skewer like a cigarette with the left as that hand holds the glass, and wipes the inside dry. Glass down on the bartop, bamboo skewer on the damp napkin.

"Lemme shee one o' doze draftsh," she says through a mouthful of olive. She grabs the first sheet and sets it on the bartop, and upends the now dry martini glass on it, just about centered. With the marker, she traces the circular outline of the glass's rim on the paper. She flips the glass and repeats the drawing for the slightly smaller base of the glass, resulting in two concentric circles. "Hmmm. Needs more bullseye... ah! Two shots of Mild Quirky, please!"

Steph passes one shot glass to Bell, clinks it with the other, drains her bourbon, and places it on the paper, as close to the center of the existing circles as she can manage. One carefully placed dot in the very center finishes the target.

"I mean, fun though it would be to just disrespect bad law willy-nilly, we do need some kind of objective measurement, yes?" She slides the target over for Bell's inspection and grabs another sheet. "Oh, and here - get us done faster." She fishes another marker out from somewhere and puts it on the bartop next to one of the shot glasses, then starts to repeat the martini glass tracery.

"This is gonna be great!"

by **States of Glory WA Office** » Wed Jul 27, 2016 4:03 pm

Excidium Planetis wrote:"It isn't?" Blackbourne exclaims. "But I could have sworn Madam Schultz informed me that the Bar's Weapon Nullifiers prevented any sort of violent conflict."

Neville points at the spot where the "ketchup" is.

"Notice the lack of a corpse. It was collateral damage. Do you know any good janitors? We need our office cleaned."

Wallenburg wrote:"Indeed," agrees Ogenbond. "Of course, even if it malfunctions, I am quite comfortable in my ability to defend myself. Anyone who gets violent with me will be properly neutralized."

"So much for static electricity, then." Neville eyes the balloon he had packed in his bag. "I'll be sure to pass on the message."

Suddenly, the phone starts ringing.

"Yes, hello? No, I'm sure we can arrange that. That won't be necessary, trust me. Seriously, it isn't. Are you even listeni-"

As the phone cuts off, Neville's face turns pale and he begins to feel an unusual sensation inside his stomach.

"Excuse me, ambassadors. I have a very important job to do."

With that, Neville quickly gets up and leaves.

by **Wallenburg** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 1:17 am

Gerald enters the bar, a dazed, somewhat shocked look on his face. Ogenbond frowns and stands up. "What's with you?"

Gerald sits down across from Mikael and hands him the morning newspaper. The headline 'Death Toll in Terror Attack Skyrockets' freezes Ogenbond's blood. Hesitantly, he picks up the paper. He reads it for a moment, then sets it down next to his drink.

"Is the portal operational?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then I'm going right now. Perhaps I can keep those godammned fascists from burning West Wallenburg to the ground."

He leaves the bar quickly, almost running. Gerald takes the newspaper back and remarks grimly at another article on how an increasingly popular nominee for Majority Leader wants to build a wall between East and West Wallenburg, and make the West pay for it.

by **Separatist Peoples** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 6:43 am

Sierra Lyricalia wrote:
Separatist Peoples wrote:
Bell's attention is immediately drawn away from the hubbub, soda-water dispenser quite forgotten. "An ~~archery~~ marksmanship contest, you say? And I suppose the terms of our wager?"

He eyes the satchel thoughtfully for a moment- just a short one- before leaping to his feet in anticipation.

"You're on, space cadet! Chuckie!"

The goat appears as if by magic, an expensive pocket silk peaking out of his mouth.

"Guard my spot."

The goat wanders off.

"Goddammit, Chuckie...Fuck it. I think I have a few copies of the Cyber Security Act kicking that I haven't used as tissue paper left over, we can use those as targets."

Stands up to join Steph, his grin barely contained on his face.

Steph raises an eyebrow and says, "'Space cadet,' my ass, I work for a liv..." She trails off, then chuckles. "Right, the other kind. Here we go, then." She drains the rest of her martini and grabs the olive-sword as she prepares to go.

Separatist Peoples wrote:
Bell hands over a piece of crumpled paper. "Just a piece of appalling drafting, ambassador. Nothing likely to pass."

"So, just the paper, then? Hmm... Ah!"

Steph grabs a permanent marker from a torso pocket of her fatigues, holds the cap in her teeth to open it, and reverses the pen back in so the cap is on the back, and puts it down on the bar. "Here we go..." she says, pulling the two olives off the 'sword' with her teeth. She grabs the napkin from underneath the abandoned martini glass with her right hand, holding the skewer like a cigarette with the left as that hand holds the glass, and wipes the inside dry. Glass down on the bartop, bamboo skewer on the damp napkin.

"Lemme shee one o' doze draftsh," she says through a mouthful of olive. She grabs the first sheet and sets it on the bartop, and upends the now dry martini glass on it, just about centered. With the marker, she traces the circular outline of the glass's rim on the paper. She flips the glass and repeats the drawing for the slightly smaller base of the glass, resulting in two concentric circles. "Hmmm. Needs more bullseye... ah! Two shots of Mild Quirky, please!"

Steph passes one shot glass to Bell, clinks it with the other, drains her bourbon, and places it on the paper, as close to the center of the existing circles as she can manage. One carefully placed dot in the very center finishes the target.

"I mean, fun though it would be to just disrespect bad law willy-nilly, we do need some kind of objective measurement, yes?" She slides the target over for Bell's inspection and grabs another sheet. "Oh, and here - get us done faster." She fishes another marker out from somewhere and puts it on the bartop next to one of the shot glasses, then starts to repeat the martini glass tracery.

"This is gonna be great!"

Bell casually finishes his own drink. He wouldn't want to win because he was a little more sober than Steph. That would hardly be fun. Or sporting. Or fun.

"Eh, I suppose my enthusiasm to shoot the crappy draft overrode objective reasoning. Its no E-type, but it ought to do for this. I used to have E-types, but the interns stopped volunteering to trace each other once they figured me out."

He sighs, reminiscing for a while. "Steve, you were my least favorite intern, and I liked shooting at your outline the most...Alright, meet you there? No need to attract the attention of security, so lets take a roundabout way." Bell strongly resisted the urge to shout "Race ya there!" and instead settled into a restrained, but quick, walk to the door.

"I'm gonna get a rocket-pistol, I'm gonna get a rocket-pistol!" he sings to himself under his breath.

by **States of Glory WA Office** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 3:19 pm

Neville enters with a ton of baggage and a distraught look on his face.

"Well, I've just been kicked out of our office. I was too 'frivolous', apparently. Looks like I'll have to do all my diplomatic work in the WAHQ."

He breathes a heavy sigh.

"Does anyone know if they allow people to live there? It's just that I'm now under exile or something. Jurisdiction is weird when your only territory is an office building, a garden and a square mile of houses. To be honest, I find the whole situation to be quite strange considering that the Honourable Ambassador of all people should know what it's like to get kicked out of one's own home."

That's when it dawns on him.

"Ugh, he's still spiteful over that incident and is taking it out on me. He is the sort of guy who would carry a grudge. Why he would blame his former comrade-in-arms, I don't know..."

Looking around and realising that he is talking to himself, Neville grabs a brown suitcase and walks outside, leaving the rest of his stuff in the corner.

by **Ferret Civilization** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:31 pm

OOC: Elke and Elba seemed to beat me when it comes to coming back (And making me want to come back), and they always remember my ambassador.

IC: A lot had been happening for Furettium inside and outside the WA, so much so that he was never really ever able to peak inside the bar for the general insanity that was so much better than the WA insanity. A lot less reading and listening to arguments too, well in a different sort of way. The Ferret was not really sure since he decided that nap time was the most important time and should be extended along with being more often. But now it was see the bar time, only finding nothing major had changed after passing by some other ambassadors on the way to get in.

by **Wallenburg** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:48 pm

Ferret Civilization wrote:OOC: Elke and Elba seemed to beat me when it comes to coming back (And making me want to come back), and they always remember my ambassador.

OOC: Yay! You're back! :lol:

IC: A lot had been happening for Furettium inside and outside the WA, so much so that he was never really ever able to peak inside the bar for the general insanity that was so much better than the WA insanity. A lot less reading and listening to arguments too, well in a different sort of way. The Ferret was not really sure since he decided that nap time was the most important time and should be extended along with being more often. But now it was see the bar time, only finding nothing major had changed after passing by some other ambassadors on the way to get in.

Gerald waves over to the furry ambassador, smiling. "Hello there, sir! I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

by **WA Kitty Kops** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 9:04 pm

Wallenburg wrote:
Ferret Civilization wrote:IC: A lot had been happening for Furettium inside and outside the WA, so much so that he was never really ever able to peak inside the bar for the general insanity that was so much better than the WA insanity. A lot less reading and listening to arguments too, well in a different sort of way. The Ferret was not really sure since he decided that nap time was the most important time and should be extended along with being more often. But now it was see the bar time, only finding nothing major had changed after passing by some other ambassadors on the way to get in.

Gerald waves over to the furry ambassador, smiling. "Hello there, sir! I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

The Chief Inshpekshuuner appeared as if out of nowhere at Gerald's feet, lightly leaning against him. "Is good seeing other furred kinds," he remarked to the ferret ambassador, "though I don't know why you's wearing the silly clothes."

OOC: The wording "other ... kinds" means basically "other species". And the cat thinks wearing clothes is silly, not that Furrettium's clothes were especially silly.

by **Taigawa** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 9:53 pm

OOC: Where is everyone exactly now? Rila and the QEC device Neyla uses to appear in the headquarters are in the main bar area. I want to avoid accidently talking to someone who is in another room, like I did with the cat.

Neyla will return, I'm just letting it be night since she is in another universe, so her leaving and my disconnet status screen was due to Neyla herself cutting comms and going to sleep.

by **WA Kitty Kops** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:18 pm

Taigawa wrote:OOC: Where is everyone exactly now?

by **Ferret Civilization** » Tue Aug 02, 2016 12:09 am

Wallenburg wrote:Gerald waves over to the furry ambassador, smiling. "Hello there, sir! I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

"Gerald!" Furettium wiped his eyes and waved back, noticing all the others in the bar while walking over, "Good to still see some friendly and familiar faces."

WA Kitty Kops wrote:The Chief Inshpekshuuner appeared as if out of nowhere at Gerald's feet, lightly leaning against him. "Is good seeing other furred kinds," he remarked to the ferret ambassador, "though I don't know why you's wearing the silly clothes."

Surprising having to look down for once to meet another individual was somewhat musing. "Well it is nice to see you too." Pausing to look at his suit. "Yeah I would say that given all the other species and peoples that stand upright wearing clothes it must be a social norm, though being here I really do not know why anymore."

"Anyway Gerald, been taking a lot of break and nap times while dealing with the Home front. How are things going for you?"

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