The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Muscalia]

Jorge took a moment to finish thumbing through his E-mails, before his hand vibrated with a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Comrade Amos. It's General Lancer."His voice boomed from the earpiece of the phone. Jorge adjusted his collar and gave a sigh.

"General. To what do I owe a call from one of our esteemed war heroes?"

"Jorge, we put Yakzidistan pass behind us...Some of us are living in the present now." Jorge seemed a bit uncomfortable as he heard this. He really needed a cigarette now, talking to his old friend, and political rival.

"The only ones with that luxury are those who have put their demons behind them...amidst the raging inferno of memories still convoluted in one's mind."

-"Well, to each their own...Our Chairman Belle would like an official report of this week's World Assembly business...The Yakzidi rebels are pushing for a fight; the chairman approved the order 15 minutes ago...I could always file an appeal for your military commision re-instated, Colonel..."

"No. I'm fine doing the good work here. You and I might be soldiers first, but I'm a politician now, and our opinions differ widely. I'm a Muscalian-theorist...and you like the idea of a Junta. Someday, Lancer...I'll have those reports ready by tomorrow morning...Good Bye, Griffin." With that, he hung up his cell phone, pocketing it before noticing the waitress at the bar. She smiled and motioned to her notepad.

"Beer; Pitcher, please."

[Sapient Landmines]

Hey babe. Been looking all over for you. Can I buy you a drink?

"Oh, what's that?" The mine rotates slightly.

"Heeeyyyy!" it says enthusiastically, sliding over to the other mine. "Hey there, handsome. I'd love a drink. Anything really, I'm more interested in what you're doing here!"

Great! Bartender! A light beer please, and whatever my new friend here would like. So what am I doing here? Our nation heard that the World Assembly was trying to ban us, so I was instructed to come here and if it's true, as a sign of violent protest I'm supposed to go out into the parking lot and get laid. So what are you doing here? Same sort of thing?

[Herby]

Herby ignores all the silliness with talking landmines.

Gentlemen. This is purely a scientific pursuit if you please. Now my dear, you were saying?

Steph says under her breath, but not too quietly, "Uh huh. And those med students really do need to brush up on their anatomy. And biology lab and field work are getting ever so specialized these days. And doncha know about the new studies in neurodermatology?"

She takes a sip of her drink and chuckles. "Yeah, you keep up that 'science,' you ol' misbegotten Porsche!"

My dear friend, is that mayhaps a tinge of jealousy I hear in your voice? I tease, of course, I tease. Now, where were we? Yes, the neckline, my dear, still a bit too high.

[Landmines United]

Great! Bartender! A light beer please, and whatever my new friend here would like. So what am I doing here? Our nation heard that the World Assembly was trying to ban us, so I was instructed to come here and if it's true, as a sign of violent protest I'm supposed to go out into the parking lot and get laid. So what are you doing here? Same sort of thing?

"No, I'm not here to get laid. I'm thinking about it though. There are some very nice floors around here to have lots of fun on."

[Sapient Landmines]

Great! Bartender! A light beer please, and whatever my new friend here would like. So what am I doing here? Our nation heard that the World Assembly was trying to ban us, so I was instructed to come here and if it's true, as a sign of violent protest I'm supposed to go out into the parking lot and get laid. So what are you doing here? Same sort of thing?

"No, I'm not here to get laid. I'm thinking about it though. There are some very nice floors around here to have lots of fun on."

Oh I won't do much good if I'm laid on the floor in here, I'm an anti-vehicle model. Wait. No. I mean when I said "get laid" I meant.... heh, well uh this is quite embarrassing.

[Landmines United]

"No, I'm not here to get laid. I'm thinking about it though. There are some very nice floors around here to have lots of fun on."

Oh I won't do much good if I'm laid on the floor in here, I'm an anti-vehicle model. Wait. No. I mean when I said "get laid" I meant.... heh, well uh this is quite embarrassing.

"I'm an anti-tank myself, darling. And when I talked about fun on the floor...well, I wasn't talking about waiting around for someone to roll over me."

The landmine nudges closer to the other landmine.

[Sapient Landmines]

Oh I won't do much good if I'm laid on the floor in here, I'm an anti-vehicle model. Wait. No. I mean when I said "get laid" I meant.... heh, well uh this is quite embarrassing.

"I'm an anti-tank myself, darling. And when I talked about fun on the floor...well, I wasn't talking about waiting around for someone to roll over me."

The landmine nudges closer to the other landmine.

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

[Landmines United]

"I'm an anti-tank myself, darling. And when I talked about fun on the floor...well, I wasn't talking about waiting around for someone to roll over me."

The landmine nudges closer to the other landmine.

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

"I've never really seen action, so I wouldn't know. If I had, I probably wouldn't be here. I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose."

[Sapient Landmines]

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

"I've never really seen action, so I wouldn't know. If I had, I probably wouldn't be here. I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose."

Oh no, I would daresay I'm the lucky one right now. Okay sorry, that line was really cheesy, can I try again? I don't go out to bars much, I'm not very good at this.

[Landmines United]

"I've never really seen action, so I wouldn't know. If I had, I probably wouldn't be here. I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose."

Oh no, I would daresay I'm the lucky one right now. Okay sorry, that line was really cheesy, can I try again? I don't go out to bars much, I'm not very good at this.

The landmine slides forward and presses against the side of the other.

"How's that, lucky?"

[Wrapper]

"I'm an anti-tank myself, darling. And when I talked about fun on the floor...well, I wasn't talking about waiting around for someone to roll over me."

The landmine nudges closer to the other landmine.

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

(Ari chokes on his drink.)

[Imperium Anglorum]

"I'm an anti-tank myself, darling. And when I talked about fun on the floor...well, I wasn't talking about waiting around for someone to roll over me."

The landmine nudges closer to the other landmine.

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

Parsons plays some Blackadder Goes Forth on the telly.

Lieutenant George: Oh, sir, if we should happen to tread on a mine, what do we do?
Captain Blackadder: Well, normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump up 200 feet into the air and scatter yourself over a wide area.

[Separatist Peoples]

Ah, heh heh. Heh heheheheheh... Sorry. So. This is an interesting collection of meat puppets here. They look so incredibly odd when they aren't splattered into tiny juicy pieces, don't they?

(Ari chokes on his drink.)

"Right?" mutters Bell. "I don't know what they're talking about, trying to ban them. Anti-tank mines are specifically legal. Bloody machines and their bloody mating habits..."

[Wrapper]

(Ari chokes on his drink.)

"Right?" mutters Bell. "I don't know what they're talking about, trying to ban them. Anti-tank mines are specifically legal. Bloody machines and their bloody mating habits..."

ARI: Well then, erm, I guess our new friend won't have to get laid in the parking lot. Although it would have given a new meaning to the phrase, "going out with a bang", don't you think?

[Wallenburg]

"Right?" mutters Bell. "I don't know what they're talking about, trying to ban them. Anti-tank mines are specifically legal. Bloody machines and their bloody mating habits..."

ARI: Well then, erm, I guess our new friend won't have to get laid in the parking lot. Although it would have given a new meaning to the phrase, "going out with a bang", don't you think?

OOC:

[Sapient Landmines]

Oh no, I would daresay I'm the lucky one right now. Okay sorry, that line was really cheesy, can I try again? I don't go out to bars much, I'm not very good at this.

The landmine slides forward and presses against the side of the other.

"How's that, lucky?"

Cozy, mighty cozy. So if you don't mind me asking, what's your payload? TNT? RDX? I'm a tetryl mine myself. Sixteen hundred grams of fragmenting beauty under the hood.

[Herby]

"Right?" mutters Bell. "I don't know what they're talking about, trying to ban them. Anti-tank mines are specifically legal. Bloody machines and their bloody mating habits..."

ARI: Well then, erm, I guess our new friend won't have to get laid in the parking lot. Although it would have given a new meaning to the phrase, "going out with a bang", don't you think?

OOC Oh grooooooan.....

[Wallenburg]

Mikael Ogenbond enters the bar, now in full ambassadorial dress. The emblem of the Wallenburgian Cabinet of War hangs from his breast, as well as several decorations, as he approaches the bar counter. "Good morning, Mr. Chamberlain. A bottle of beer, please. Anything Wallenburgian."

[Ethane]

OOC: I'm assuming anyone can join. Also, Finbar Brannigan is based off an Irish character, so yeah...

IC:
Finbar Brannigan entered. Glancing around, he noticed that he seemed to be alone, he knew no one else in the bar at the time. He strolled over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the many stools that lined the edge of the wooden platform, on which many drinks were laid. Nervously, he looked around again, hoping to find someone he knew. But all was in vain. He could see no one.

Finbar was new to this place. He had never been to this bar before, always preferring his old haunt in his own country, before it shut down, due to financial difficulties. He felt like he didn't fit in here, a place full of strangers. He so wanted to just make some friends, but everyone seemed to be in their own world, and to Finbar, it seemed awkward to go up to someone and ask them if they wanted to talk. As Finbar drifted into his thoughts, the barman came over.

''Excuse me sir, you're new aren't ya? Couldn't help but notice, 'aven't seen yer face round these parts before. Would yer like somethin' to drink?''

Finbar snapped out of his daze, suddenly aware of what he had just been asked, and replied.

''Yeah please mate, I'll have a beer please if you wouldn't mind. Maybe some Magners if you have any mate''.

He glanced around the bar area again, and once again, consigned himself to loneliness, as he recognised not a single soul.

[Separatist Peoples]

OOC: I'm assuming anyone can join. Also, Finbar Brannigan is based off an Irish character, so yeah...

IC:
Finbar Brannigan entered. Glancing around, he noticed that he seemed to be alone, he knew no one else in the bar at the time. He strolled over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the many stools that lined the edge of the wooden platform, on which many drinks were laid. Nervously, he looked around again, hoping to find someone he knew. But all was in vain. He could see no one.

Finbar was new to this place. He had never been to this bar before, always preferring his old haunt in his own country, before it shut down, due to financial difficulties. He felt like he didn't fit in here, a place full of strangers. He so wanted to just make some friends, but everyone seemed to be in their own world, and to Finbar, it seemed awkward to go up to someone and ask them if they wanted to talk. As Finbar drifted into his thoughts, the barman came over.

''Excuse me sir, you're new aren't ya? Couldn't help but notice, 'aven't seen yer face round these parts before. Would yer like somethin' to drink?''

Finbar snapped out of his daze, suddenly aware of what he had just been asked, and replied.

''Yeah please mate, I'll have a beer please if you wouldn't mind. Maybe some Magners if you have any mate''.

He glanced around the bar area again, and once again, consigned himself to loneliness, as he recognised not a single soul.

OOC: Generally we don't control the bartenders, but yes, this is open to everybody.

IC: "New here? Word of advice: avoid the tea. And anything that comes out of the same bottles of my drinks."

[Wrapper]

The landmine slides forward and presses against the side of the other.

"How's that, lucky?"

Cozy, mighty cozy. So if you don't mind me asking, what's your payload? TNT? RDX? I'm a tetryl mine myself. Sixteen hundred grams of fragmenting beauty under the hood.

ARI: Oh for crying out loud, would you two get a room already?

[Bomberia]

Francis Cool opens the bar's glass door; in one hand he carries a worn black-and-fuchsia tie, depicting silhouettes of various farming tools. He looks very tired.

"Well, this is nice!" he says while moving towards the counter, looking at the other customers. "May I have a beer, please? Hum... a bière blanche, if you have a good one."

Looking at the peculiar view of two landmines flirting he chuckles, whispering: "ahhh... to be young... is to be lucky."
He then notices Ambassador Bell in another part of the bar, and quickly approaches him: "Hrm... Mr. Ambassador... hello. Sorry again for my aggressive response in the assembly hall, you know how it is... it was my first really important meeting, and I felt threatened. Can I get you something to drink, as an apology?"

[Separatist Peoples]

Francis Cool opens the bar's glass door; in one hand he carries a worn black-and-fuchsia tie, depicting silhouettes of various farming tools. He looks very tired.

"Well, this is nice!" he says while moving towards the counter, looking at the other customers. "May I have a beer, please? Hum... a bière blanche, if you have a good one."

Looking at the peculiar view of two landmines flirting he chuckles, whispering: "ahhh... to be young... is to be lucky."
He then notices Ambassador Bell in another part of the bar, and quickly approaches him: "Hrm... Mr. Ambassador... hello. Sorry again for my aggressive response in the assembly hall, you know how it is... it was my first really important meeting, and I felt threatened. Can I get you something to drink, as an apology?"

Bell looks over at the Cool Guy. "Uh, aggressive? That was your version of aggressive?" He chuckles a bit, "If that's so, then you have nothing to apologize for. However, I will accept your offer of a drink."

He lifts his almost-empty cup for a refill from a nearby bartender.

"Though, I would recommend against having one of what I'm having."

[Wrapper]

"Though, I would recommend against having one of what I'm having."

ARI: Oh, yes, very unsafe, especially if you carry one out of the bar. (He raises his glass.) Then again, they're not quite as flammable when you throw in some lime and fruit juices. Isn't that right, Wad Ahume?

(Ahume, still transfixed on Herby and the hologram, nods.)

[Ethane]

OOC: I'm assuming anyone can join. Also, Finbar Brannigan is based off an Irish character, so yeah...

IC:
Finbar Brannigan entered. Glancing around, he noticed that he seemed to be alone, he knew no one else in the bar at the time. He strolled over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the many stools that lined the edge of the wooden platform, on which many drinks were laid. Nervously, he looked around again, hoping to find someone he knew. But all was in vain. He could see no one.

Finbar was new to this place. He had never been to this bar before, always preferring his old haunt in his own country, before it shut down, due to financial difficulties. He felt like he didn't fit in here, a place full of strangers. He so wanted to just make some friends, but everyone seemed to be in their own world, and to Finbar, it seemed awkward to go up to someone and ask them if they wanted to talk. As Finbar drifted into his thoughts, the barman came over.

''Excuse me sir, you're new aren't ya? Couldn't help but notice, 'aven't seen yer face round these parts before. Would yer like somethin' to drink?''

Finbar snapped out of his daze, suddenly aware of what he had just been asked, and replied.

''Yeah please mate, I'll have a beer please if you wouldn't mind. Maybe some Magners if you have any mate''.

He glanced around the bar area again, and once again, consigned himself to loneliness, as he recognised not a single soul.

OOC: Generally we don't control the bartenders, but yes, this is open to everybody.

IC: "New here? Word of advice: avoid the tea. And anything that comes out of the same bottles of my drinks."

OOC: Thanks, I'll make sure to bear that in mind from now on.

IC:
Finbar glanced over to the person who had just begun talking to him. ''I am new, yeah. Nice place though isn't it? Anyway, just wondering, why should I avoid the tea? Tea is a good drink, no? We love it back in my country, beautiful drink. What is so wrong with it here?''