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Wallenburg wrote:

Valorem wrote:"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."

Valorem wrote:

Wallenburg wrote: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?"

States of Glory WA Office wrote:

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."

Valorem wrote:"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?"

Wallenburg wrote:

Valorem wrote:"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."

States of Glory WA Office wrote:

Wallenburg wrote: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 wrote:

States of Glory WA Office wrote: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."

Valorem wrote:

States of Glory WA Office wrote: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."

Separatist Peoples wrote:

Valorem wrote:"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."

Valorem wrote:

Separatist Peoples wrote:viewforum.php?f=9
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 wrote:

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

Separatist Peoples wrote:

Valorem wrote: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 wrote:

Separatist Peoples wrote:
"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."

Valorem wrote: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."

States of Glory WA Office wrote:(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?

States of Glory WA Office wrote:(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 wrote:Stephenson wakes up again, having finally slept it off for the most part

States of Glory WA Office wrote:(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?"

Tahkranul wrote: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."

Tahkranul wrote: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."

Separatist Peoples wrote:

States of Glory WA Office wrote:(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?"

States of Glory WA Office wrote:

Separatist Peoples wrote:
"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 wrote:
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!"

Tahkranul wrote:

States of Glory WA Office wrote: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."

Separatist Peoples wrote:"Ah...worth it." He looks over at Este and winks.

States of Glory WA Office wrote:

Separatist Peoples wrote:"Ah...worth it." He looks over at Este and winks.

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