The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Valorem]

"Is that, by chance, how good Ambassador Fairburn managed to kill a man despite the weapon nullifiers? I remember overhearing something about that, and had been meaning to ask."

Mikael raises his eyebrow. "I have not heard of Fairburn killing anyone in the bar. Someone is probably messing with you."

"Well, that at least is good. Still, how many times a year would you say they have to replace the front windows here?"

[Wallenburg]

Mikael raises his eyebrow. "I have not heard of Fairburn killing anyone in the bar. Someone is probably messing with you."

"Well, that at least is good. Still, how many times a year would you say they have to replace the front windows here?"

"Surprisingly, not that often. Most ambassadors have the courtesy to leave a few windows open so that defenestration is a far smoother process. I'm not sure why the windows are all closed."

[Valorem]

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."

"I'm not exactly sure how I managed to overhear this, considering that I wasn't even assigned to the post of Ambassador at the time. Ambassador Pink, would you happen to have anything to do with this?"

[Bears Armed]

"I'm not exactly sure how I managed to overhear this, considering that I wasn't even assigned to the post of Ambassador at the time. Ambassador Pink, would you happen to have anything to do with this?"

Artorrios overhears this and murmurs quietly that
"The flow of Time can get a bit messy in here, for one reason or another. Sometimes people wake up after what they thought was just a few moments doze only to find that several months have actually passed since they were last conscious, or come back in after spending some time elsewhere and then realize that the 'earlier' versions of themselves haven't yet left on that trip..."

[States of Glory WA Office]

"Is that, by chance, how good Ambassador Fairburn managed to kill a man despite the weapon nullifiers? I remember overhearing something about that, and had been meaning to ask."

Mikael raises his eyebrow. "I have not heard of Fairburn killing anyone in the bar. Someone is probably messing with you."

Fairburn: Perhaps I should offer a "demonstration"? For legal reasons, I'm obligated to tell you that this is in no way, shape or form a threat.

[Valorem]

Mikael raises his eyebrow. "I have not heard of Fairburn killing anyone in the bar. Someone is probably messing with you."

Fairburn: Perhaps I should offer a "demonstration"? For legal reasons, I'm obligated to tell you that this is in no way, shape or form a threat.

"I... uh... no, Ambassador Fairburn, a demonstration will not be necessary. You ... uh... seem to be very good at making me start stammering. I should probably take some public speaking classes or something if this is going to happen this often."

[States of Glory WA Office]

Fairburn: Perhaps I should offer a "demonstration"? For legal reasons, I'm obligated to tell you that this is in no way, shape or form a threat.

"I... uh... no, Ambassador Fairburn, a demonstration will not be necessary. You ... uh... seem to be very good at making me start stammering. I should probably take some public speaking classes or something if this is going to happen this often."

Fairburn: Public speaking? You're in a bar, not in a town hall! This place is supposed to make you feel relaxed.

Rowan: I'm sure feeling relaxed, all right.

Fairburn: You still haven't left?

Rowan: This place is neat, so I'm bunking here.

Fairburn: If you don't leave now, you'll be joining Neville.

Rowan: I get to serve the drinks?

Neville: (outside) Don't you start!

Fairburn: (facepalms)

[Separatist Peoples]

Fairburn: Perhaps I should offer a "demonstration"? For legal reasons, I'm obligated to tell you that this is in no way, shape or form a threat.

"I... uh... no, Ambassador Fairburn, a demonstration will not be necessary. You ... uh... seem to be very good at making me start stammering. I should probably take some public speaking classes or something if this is going to happen this often."

Bell presses a glass of some kind of shimmering, colorless liquid into the Valorem ambassador's hand. "This will loosen you right up. Always works for me. Purely medicinal, that."

[Valorem]

"I... uh... no, Ambassador Fairburn, a demonstration will not be necessary. You ... uh... seem to be very good at making me start stammering. I should probably take some public speaking classes or something if this is going to happen this often."

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Bell presses a glass of some kind of shimmering, colorless liquid into the Valorem ambassador's hand. "This will loosen you right up. Always works for me. Purely medicinal, that."

"Well, thank you sir. I've been informed that my country will not actually attempt to jail me if I drink here, so I suppose I can take you up on that offer."
"Anyway, I have authored a proposal to the World Assembly and posted it for discussion. Since my region is not actually important enough to propose anything, I'm also looking for a sponsor for this bill who can propose it once it is finished. I have tentatively called this proposal the WA Standards of Living Council."

[Separatist Peoples]

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Bell presses a glass of some kind of shimmering, colorless liquid into the Valorem ambassador's hand. "This will loosen you right up. Always works for me. Purely medicinal, that."

"Well, thank you sir. I've been informed that my country will not actually attempt to jail me if I drink here, so I suppose I can take you up on that offer."
"Anyway, I have authored a proposal to the World Assembly and posted it for discussion. Since my region is not actually important enough to propose anything, I'm also looking for a sponsor for this bill who can propose it once it is finished. I have tentatively called this proposal the WA Standards of Living Council."

"Its the finest grade of methanol wood alcoholyou can get out of a beat-up copper still, and it's guaranteed to put fire in your chest. And possibly make you go blind, but that's the price we pay to get drunk fast."

[Valorem]

"Well, thank you sir. I've been informed that my country will not actually attempt to jail me if I drink here, so I suppose I can take you up on that offer."
"Anyway, I have authored a proposal to the World Assembly and posted it for discussion. Since my region is not actually important enough to propose anything, I'm also looking for a sponsor for this bill who can propose it once it is finished. I have tentatively called this proposal the WA Standards of Living Council."

"Its the finest grade of methanol wood alcoholyou can get out of a beat-up copper still, and it's guaranteed to put fire in your chest. And possibly make you go blind, but that's the price we pay to get drunk fast."

Stephenson collapses to the floor because he cannot handle the alcohol content of a single beer, let alone a glass of moonshine.

[Separatist Peoples]

Stephenson collapses to the floor because he cannot handle the alcohol content of a single beer, let alone a glass of moonshine.

"Huh," Bell grunts, taking a drink out of a glass of his own, "Why is it people keep doing that when I offer them a glass of wood alcohol, Pink?"

He looks around at the Whovian ambassador, "Come to think of it, have I ever bought you a glass of this stuff? Absolutely delicious. Guaranteed to put fire in your heart and only likely to cause blindness."

[Valorem]

Stephenson collapses to the floor because he cannot handle the alcohol content of a single beer, let alone a glass of moonshine.

"Huh," Bell grunts, taking a drink out of a glass of his own, "Why is it people keep doing that when I offer them a glass of wood alcohol, Pink?"

He looks around at the Whovian ambassador, "Come to think of it, have I ever bought you a glass of this stuff? Absolutely delicious. Guaranteed to put fire in your heart and only likely to cause blindness."

Stephenson wakes up from his stupor.
"Well, I've got a killer headache now and it hurts to look at that light over there, but at least I'm slurring my words instead of stammering. Not really sure if that's an overall improvement though."

[Separatist Peoples]

"Huh," Bell grunts, taking a drink out of a glass of his own, "Why is it people keep doing that when I offer them a glass of wood alcohol, Pink?"

He looks around at the Whovian ambassador, "Come to think of it, have I ever bought you a glass of this stuff? Absolutely delicious. Guaranteed to put fire in your heart and only likely to cause blindness."

Stephenson wakes up from his stupor.
"Well, I've got a killer headache now and it hurts to look at that light over there, but at least I'm slurring my words instead of stammering. Not really sure if that's an overall improvement though."

"Some hair of the dog that bit 'ya would chase that right away," he remarks, offering another glass.

[Tahkranul]

Stephenson wakes up from his stupor.
"Well, I've got a killer headache now and it hurts to look at that light over there, but at least I'm slurring my words instead of stammering. Not really sure if that's an overall improvement though."

Este gives Stephenson a sympathetic look.
"Perhaps we should have started you off with something milder if you're unused to the finer things of life. A mild flavored brandy? One moment, darling."

She calls out the broken window, "Neville darling? You're Neville darling, while the bartender is Neville dear, is that clear? No need to trouble yourself if you hear me say Neville dear, alright, Neville darling?"

She turns to the bar and calls over, "Neville dear, would you mind providing Stephenson darling with a peach brandy? I'll pick up the tab."

She winks at Stephenson and grins.
"After all, we can't have anyone committing the sacrilege of ordering water in a bar!"

Colonel Hiram Gerrantz steps into the bar, ramrod straight in his uniform. His purple hair fading to white, scarred face scowling as his protruding red eyes sweep the bar. He then grimly marches to the counter, murmuring an acknowledgement to his ambassador on the way, steps over Stephenson, slaps the counter once for the bartender's attention and grunts, "Water."

Este closes her eyes and exhales sharply through her nose.

[Valorem]

Lisbeth Beck, official assistant/intern to Stephenson, enters the bar, having finally figured out where he's been
Lisbeth: "Oh dear, Ambassador, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Stephenson: "I'm sure it's nothing, I'll be *hic* just fine in a couple of hours."
Lisbeth: "Who gave him alcohol? This happens every single time."
Stephenson: "Ms. Beck, I'm sure I'll be *hic* fine, I can handle it. I just need *hic* a few hours."
Stephenson passes out on the bar again.

[States of Glory WA Office]

(Two paramedics, carrying a stretcher, enter the Bar)

Paramedic: We're here for a Mr. Neville Robert. Who called us and does anyone know where he is?

[Valorem]

Stephenson wakes up again, having finally slept it off for the most part

(Two paramedics, carrying a stretcher, enter the Bar)

Paramedic: We're here for a Mr. Neville Robert. Who called us and does anyone know where he is?

Stephenson: "I, uh, seem to remember him jumping out that broken window over there a while ago."
"Have any of you seen him since then?"

[Separatist Peoples]

(Two paramedics, carrying a stretcher, enter the Bar)

Paramedic: We're here for a Mr. Neville Robert. Who called us and does anyone know where he is?

"Never heard of him, buddy. Try the fourth office on the right on the Seventh Floor?"

Stephenson wakes up again, having finally slept it off for the most part

(Two paramedics, carrying a stretcher, enter the Bar)

Paramedic: We're here for a Mr. Neville Robert. Who called us and does anyone know where he is?

Stephenson: "I, uh, seem to remember him jumping out that broken window over there a while ago."
"Have any of you seen him since then?"

Bell slides another glass down the bar at Stephenson.

Colonel Hiram Gerrantz steps into the bar, ramrod straight in his uniform. His purple hair fading to white, scarred face scowling as his protruding red eyes sweep the bar. He then grimly marches to the counter, murmuring an acknowledgement to his ambassador on the way, steps over Stephenson, slaps the counter once for the bartender's attention and grunts, "Water."

"Good lord, man, what is wrong with you?"

[Valorem]

Colonel Hiram Gerrantz steps into the bar, ramrod straight in his uniform. His purple hair fading to white, scarred face scowling as his protruding red eyes sweep the bar. He then grimly marches to the counter, murmuring an acknowledgement to his ambassador on the way, steps over Stephenson, slaps the counter once for the bartender's attention and grunts, "Water."

Stephenson: "Oh, Colonel... Sorry if I was in your way. I seem to be adversely affected this beverage that Ambassador Bell here keeps insisting that I drink."
Beck: "Well, that's an understatement if I've ever heard one. Bartender, please get him another water - he'll need it while he sobers up."

[States of Glory WA Office]

(Two paramedics, carrying a stretcher, enter the Bar)

Paramedic: We're here for a Mr. Neville Robert. Who called us and does anyone know where he is?

"Never heard of him, buddy. Try the fourth office on the right on the Seventh Floor?"

Paramedic: (to the other paramedic) Right, let's go.

(muffled calls for help can be heard from outside the broken window)

Paramedic: What was that?

[Tahkranul]

"Never heard of him, buddy. Try the fourth office on the right on the Seventh Floor?"

Paramedic: (to the other paramedic) Right, let's go.

(muffled calls for help can be heard from outside the broken window)

Paramedic: What was that?

Este, having just taken a hasty gulp of her martini and a sharp drag off her cigarette, replies, "That would be Neville darling, whom you must have passed on your way in, probably still lying amongst broken glass just outside the window from the sound of it. Please do take good care of him."

Colonel Gerrantz merely raises a quizzical eyebrow at Bell while waving off Stephenson's apologies. However, once he hears Lisbeth's fretting, he sighs and resolutely switches glasses with Stephenson. He sniffs the moonshine suspiciously, then levels a flat glare at Bell. He downs the glass and hastily slides it back across the bar to Bell while shuddering and wincing. Coughing hoarsely, with a look of equal parts disgust and regret, he sputters, "Ancestors, man! Where'd you distill that? The engine compartment of a tank? Kid, if you're not a drinker, steer clear of anything meant to strip grease off industrial machinery. Shitfire! Didn't think anyone could match ol' Denby's crazy brews. Barkeep! Another water!"

[Separatist Peoples]

Este, having just taken a hasty gulp of her martini and a sharp drag off her cigarette, replies, "That would be Neville darling, whom you must have passed on your way in, probably still lying amongst broken glass just outside the window from the sound of it. Please do take good care of him."

Colonel Gerrantz merely raises a quizzical eyebrow at Bell while waving off Stephenson's apologies. However, once he hears Lisbeth's fretting, he sighs and resolutely switches glasses with Stephenson. He sniffs the moonshine suspiciously, then levels a flat glare at Bell. He downs the glass and hastily slides it back across the bar to Bell while shuddering and wincing. Coughing hoarsely, with a look of equal parts disgust and regret, he sputters, "Ancestors, man! Where'd you distill that? The engine compartment of a tank? Kid, if you're not a drinker, steer clear of anything meant to strip grease off industrial machinery. Shitfire! Didn't think anyone could match ol' Denby's crazy brews. Barkeep! Another water!"

"That, sir, would be because methanol alcohol was designed for use as a fuel and not for drinking. I find that it has a delightfully piney aftertaste, though. Reminiscent of gin, but it actually has a burn. It does cause a spot of blindness, though. May want to get that checked later."

Bell finishes the drink in a gulp.

"Ah...worth it." He looks over at Este and winks.

[States of Glory WA Office]

Paramedic: (to the other paramedic) Right, let's go.

(muffled calls for help can be heard from outside the broken window)

Paramedic: What was that?

Este, having just taken a hasty gulp of her martini and a sharp drag off her cigarette, replies, "That would be Neville darling, whom you must have passed on your way in, probably still lying amongst broken glass just outside the window from the sound of it. Please do take good care of him."

Paramedic: Were you the one who called?

"Ah...worth it." He looks over at Este and winks.

Fairburn: Well, it's made you half-blind, all right.

[Separatist Peoples]

"Ah...worth it." He looks over at Este and winks.

Fairburn: Well, it's made you half-blind, all right.

"Don't you have a colleague in need of medical attention?" Bell retorts, stifling a grin."I swear, new ambassadors these days. All cheek, and not half as clever anymore. Back in my day, we were sharp as knives, I tell you! Got right back up from defenestrations too. No whining, no sir. We took it like men. Or quasi-masculine, nongendered sapient creatures, at least. Those were the days! Back when you could buy a drink without having to pay off the debt for a month, and nobody got upset when you turned a hallways into a shooting range for a few hours."

He looks down at his anklet, the light still blinking steadily, and sighs. "Now those...those were good times."