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by Cardoness » Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:43 pm
Frustrated Franciscans wrote:We are firmly against the godless, utopian, progressive overreach that a small number of nations in the World Assembly want to impose upon the multiverse...
by Kingdom of the Polar Bear » Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:49 pm
by Applebania » Fri Apr 18, 2014 1:25 am
by Rotwood » Sat Apr 19, 2014 5:03 am
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by Ardchoille » Sat Apr 19, 2014 9:42 am
Cardoness wrote:... though the bar top showed obvious signs of damage ...
by The Palentine » Sat Apr 19, 2014 11:57 am
Cardoness wrote:Lord Andreas comes to a part of the book he is reading that is written in an old and almost extinct dialect of Cardonessian. He has no idea what it says but can sound out the phonetics. He whispers the lines while looking for meaning is a word here or there. Suddenly, the book ignited and fire consumed it. He yelped in surprise and jumped back falling off his stool in the process. The fire quickly spread from the book to the bar, hungrily consuming the many exotic alcohols pooled there. He looked up at the bar in amazement as fire raced toward the end.
OH NO! The book!
He lunged to his feet and made a move to save the book but paused when he saw the book was an inferno. Uttering some curse under his breath he reached in and closed the book intending to pull it off the bar and smother it in his satchel. But as soon as the book closed the fire went out. Not just the fire burning the book but all along the bar as well. On top of that his hands were red and tender but not badly burnt and though the bar top showed obvious signs of damage, the book itself was untouched.
It can't be! He said with wonder, gazing at the red cover with eyes wide.
by Elke and Elba » Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:16 am
Ardchoille wrote:Cardoness wrote:... though the bar top showed obvious signs of damage ...
"This. Is. Going. On. Your. TAB!" Neville spat. He whisked a bowl of tired peanuts out of Lord Andreas's reach. "And there'll be no more har snacks for you until it's paid for," he added sternly. "No pickles. No chips. No bits of indeterminate meat on toothpicks. You will starve until you give me back my bar. Unless --" He eyed the red book consideringly. "-- unless you can put it back better than ever. If you can magic something nice in, ummm ... Arabescato Orobico Rosso, we're quits."
Was that just a glint of disdain in the aristocratic Cardonessian's eye? Neville looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I know it's a bit flashy," he admitted. "Kitsch, even. But it doesn't show the blood. They had it on the counter-tops of the prac bars at BarLord U, and I've always wanted one. Anything that can stand up to the students in my grad year should be proof even against the GA's corps diplomatique."
Ratateague wrote:NationStates seems to hate the Geneva Convention. I've lost count in how many times someone has tried to introduce something like it. Why they don't like it is a mystery to me. Probably a lot of jingoist wingnuts.
Ardchoille wrote:When you consider that (violet) once changed the colour of the whole game for one player ... you can understand how seriously NS takes its players.
by Rotwood » Sun Apr 20, 2014 3:13 pm
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by Damanucus » Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:56 pm
Elke and Elba wrote:Ardchoille wrote:
"This. Is. Going. On. Your. TAB!" Neville spat. He whisked a bowl of tired peanuts out of Lord Andreas's reach. "And there'll be no more har snacks for you until it's paid for," he added sternly. "No pickles. No chips. No bits of indeterminate meat on toothpicks. You will starve until you give me back my bar. Unless --" He eyed the red book consideringly. "-- unless you can put it back better than ever. If you can magic something nice in, ummm ... Arabescato Orobico Rosso, we're quits."
Was that just a glint of disdain in the aristocratic Cardonessian's eye? Neville looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I know it's a bit flashy," he admitted. "Kitsch, even. But it doesn't show the blood. They had it on the counter-tops of the prac bars at BarLord U, and I've always wanted one. Anything that can stand up to the students in my grad year should be proof even against the GA's corps diplomatique."
Alethea looks over, and commented, "Well, we can pay for that. My younger sister Elena's making some purchases and as State Minister for Beautification apparently she's got some sivec and Arabescato Orobico Rosso coming in.
I'm quite sure I could get more than enough for the bar top - hell, I hate random colours on my tables. I'd rather go for the sivec, although Elena wants me to take the latter. Never mind though, I'm sure she doesn't mind, sisters don't get angry with each other forever, after all.
A drink, then, please?"
by Cardoness » Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:05 pm
Frustrated Franciscans wrote:We are firmly against the godless, utopian, progressive overreach that a small number of nations in the World Assembly want to impose upon the multiverse...
by Applebania » Sat Apr 26, 2014 7:45 am
by The Eternal Kawaii » Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:36 am
Applebania wrote:Claire takes a seat near the shrine of the Cute One.
"You know, I'm thinking of buying a kitten for the Applebanian WA office."
by Wrapper » Sat Apr 26, 2014 10:20 pm
by Applebania » Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:20 pm
Wrapper wrote:Saturday night. But this one is different, as there is a new Wrapperian ambassador, sitting by himself in the corner where the light barely shines. He is sipping the ice melt from what was a diet soda with lime -- it would be wildly inappropriate and irrational, he thinks to himself, to indulge in any alcohol today. Not after his predecessor....
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and is reminded of a silly riddle about a tree falling in an isolated forest. If an ambassador dies on the floor of the General Assembly, and no one notices...?
His thoughts are interrupted by the approaching waitress, carrying a carefully balanced tray with what looks like his refill, plus two martinis, a white wine, and three colorful cocktails with an umbrella and some kind of tropical fruit in each one. She deftly grabs the soda and gently slides it in front of the young teetotaler. Not a drop is spilled.
The new Ambassador -- the former assistant, Wad Ari Alaz -- ponders his quick ascension to the delegation's top position. Just a week ago, he was not much more than a glorified secretary. With Deputy Ambassador Orliss-Dorke's abrupt retirement (gone to live on some planet no one on earth has heard of), and Ambassador DeGoah's... demise, "assistant" Ari was the last man standing.
Ari squeezes the lime and stirs his drink with a too-thin straw, and contemplates the chain of events that led to the former ambassador's death. The weeks spent drafting their peace proposal, the encouraging support from fellow ambassadors, the enthusiastic endorsement of just-inaugurated President Duen ("Auntie Emma" to Ari though the two are unrelated), the approval of the World Assembly delegates...
...the rush of said delegates to vote against the proposal, even as a slim majority of nations voted in favor. The surprising retirement of the deputy ambassador. The ambassador's self-destructive descent into an alcoholic- and drug-fueled stupor as the final votes were counted. The embarrassing statements about the current proposal at vote. The ambassador's collapse. The unheeded call for help. The ignorance of others, who instead were so focused on the arguments for and against the seventeenth or eighteenth repeal attempt of an abortion resolution, they did not notice -- or perhaps, did not acknowledge? -- the death of one of their own.
A sad day for Wrapper.
Yet just another day in the World Assembly.
The realists will say that Ambassador DeGoah has only himself to blame. That the man could not handle his liquor. That any idiot knows not to mix barbiturates and ethanol, particularly when said ethanol is injected directly into the veins.
The idealists, including the folks back home, will blame it on the stresses of being an Ambassador, the strain of trying to carry the mantle for pacifist nations everywhere, even the unfair vote-counting process that turned a 50-50 chance into a surefire losing proposition.
Ambassador Wad Dawei DeGoah, the East Wormhole City News said, was, in a sense, trammpled to death by a rush of ballot-stuffing super-delegates.
Ari knows better. The old fool died because he killed himself... whether he meant to or not.
It's getting late. There is a lot of work to do. A staff to hire. An office to rearrange. Personal effects to send back to Wrapper. And, a country to represent on the world stage. The new ambassador sighs, and thinks to himself, I must not... I mean, WE, must not let Auntie Emma down.
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