The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Wrapper]

"Yeees, I think it's time for some Karaoke!! Anyone up for it?!"

Ari quickly grabs the microphone -- anything to avoid a centuries-old explosive relic -- and performs a capella.

Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealis
We're space truckin' 'round the the stars
Come on, let's go space truckin'
Come on, space truckin'....

[Frustrated Franciscans]

Brother Maynard waits for the song to finish and approaches the machine. "let's see, where is Peter Paul and Mary. Ah here it is. Come over here Fathers, I need backup."

If I had a hammer,
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening,
All over this land

I’d hammer out danger,
I’d hammer out a warning,
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a bell,
I’d ring it in the morning,
I’d ring it in the evening,
All over this land

I’d ring out danger,
I’d ring out a warning
I’d ring out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a song,
I’d sing it in the morning,
I’d sing it in the evening,
All over this land

I’d sing out danger,
I’d sing out a warning
I’d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

Well I got a hammer,
And I got a bell,
And I got a song to sing, all over this land.

It’s the hammer of justice,
It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

It’s the hammer of justice,
It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

[Louisistan]

"Well that certainly put ... well ... something akin to a beat in things here. Cheers!"

[Lysset]

*A Quarian walks into the bar. He's nervous, but other than that he looks like any other Quarian--all-covering clothes, embellished in vibrant blues and accented by yellowish straps and belts, a hood obscuring the upper part of his head, and a helmet--replete with a sky-blue visor that makes it so that the only features of his face that can be distinguished are the Quarians' characteristic glowing eyes. He quietly walks up to the bar, and introduces himself to the barkeep before ordering his drink.*
I am Ambassador Hen'Garra nar Lysset, representing the Confederacy of Lysset in the World Assembly, and I'd like a mug of hot chocolate, please.

[Araraukar]

I am Ambassador Hen'Garra nar Lysset, representing the Confederacy of Lysset in the World Assembly, and I'd like a mug of hot chocolate, please.

"Better ask for the insulated mug too," Janis piped up, nursing her first cup of the day, "it stays warm longer, and while it's good when cold, it's absolutely heavenly when warm."
OOC: The description made me think of a giant wasp for some reason. XD

[Lysset]

I am Ambassador Hen'Garra nar Lysset, representing the Confederacy of Lysset in the World Assembly, and I'd like a mug of hot chocolate, please.

"Better ask for the insulated mug too," Janis piped up, nursing her first cup of the day, "it stays warm longer, and while it's good when cold, it's absolutely heavenly when warm."

Thank you, it's my first time here. They only recently elected me ambassador.

[Separatist Peoples]

"Better ask for the insulated mug too," Janis piped up, nursing her first cup of the day, "it stays warm longer, and while it's good when cold, it's absolutely heavenly when warm."

Thank you, it's my first time here. They only recently elected me ambassador.

Bell walks in, leans over the bar when Neville isn't looking, and grabs a whiskey bottle and a glass. Failing miserably at keeping that stunt quiet, Bell contritely hands the bottle back over, avoiding eye contact as the bartender fills the glass.

Thoroughly embarrassed, the ambassador settles onto a stool near Janis and the newest addition to the General Assembly madhouse. "You could always try this stuff. It's tolerable at any temperature, though some say it burns no matter how long you let it sit."

[Araraukar]

Thoroughly embarrassed, the ambassador settles onto a stool near Janis and the newest addition to the General Assembly madhouse. "You could always try this stuff. It's tolerable at any temperature, though some say it burns no matter how long you let it sit."

"You should know better than try to ply a new ambassador with hard liquour, Bell. Let them develope their alcoholism after they've partaken their first verbal battles. Besides, some of us are forced to stick to hot chocolate..."

[Separatist Peoples]

"You should know better than try to ply a new ambassador with hard liquour, Bell. Let them develope their alcoholism after they've partaken their first verbal battles. Besides, some of us are forced to stick to hot chocolate..."

"Nonsense, Ms. Leveret, 'tis just the thing before marching into the fray! Liquid courage is how I made it through my flight training and my first tour of duty in the Confederate Dominion Navy. Mud in your eye." Bell raises his glass to the two ambassadors and takes a sip. "I still would love to hear the real story behind why you can't drink, though. Whoever you pissed off is a sadist."

[Araraukar]

"I still would love to hear the real story behind why you can't drink, though. Whoever you pissed off is a sadist."

"That'd be our beloved Leader, of course... and I don't think I pissed them off, more like they really like my comments on proposals when I'm feeling vicious - and then figured out that alcohol or other such compounds have the chance of "dulling my verbal blade", to quote the directions I was given." Janis sighed and finished her cocoa. "At least I got to keep my flamethrower, and won't need to associate with the greenery any more than anyone else," she added and threw a withering glance at the resident cactus on the other end of the bar.

OOC: There's a reason why she refers to the Leader as "they". Maybe some day I'll get around to making a factbook entry... Also, for those that may be new to this, the cactus mentioned belongs to PPU, so consider it another bar-goer for the RP actions.

[The Palentine]

The good but unwholesome senator waited for the Franciscians to finish their song when he slightly staggered up to the karaoke machine and took the mic. The Senator then began to sing in a passable baritone voice....


"Old Noah was mucking the Ark out one day,
When he heard a great shriek from the neighbouring stall.
Said he to poor Ham, who was hugging his loins,
"Ah, the hedgehog, my boy, can't be buggered at all."

"The humans are out, if you value your life:
It's incest, my son, since we're relatives all...
Unless you'd make love to your very own wife!
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.

You can bugger a camel with one hump or two,
Or a blue-arsed baboon, or a monkey in lieu.
If you're that kind of fool, and you have a long tool,
You can try a giraffe, if you stand on a stool.
You can hump a zebu if it doesn't hump you,
And a wildebeest's really got something quite gnu.
Or perhaps try a leopard, if you have the gall,
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.

"The spines on his back are too sharp for a man,
They'll give you a pain in the worst place they can.
The result I think you'll find will appall:
For the hedgehog can never be buggered at all....."

[Applebania]

A dishevelled Joshua walks into the bar.

"Get me some hard liquor. Now."

[The Eternal Kawaii]

A dishevelled Joshua walks into the bar.

"Get me some hard liquor. Now."

One of the Sanrio Kittens, wearing what appears to be a lab coat, gloves and goggles, walks over to Joshua, carrying a bottle in a pair of tongs. Ice is quickly accumulating on the bottle surface, as it appears to be vodka chilled to its freezing point. The Kitten cracks open the bottle and separates the frozen vodka from its glass coating, and dumps the vodka-cubes into a glass for him.

[Applebania]

A dishevelled Joshua walks into the bar.

"Get me some hard liquor. Now."

One of the Sanrio Kittens, wearing what appears to be a lab coat, gloves and goggles, walks over to Joshua, carrying a bottle in a pair of tongs. Ice is quickly accumulating on the bottle surface, as it appears to be vodka chilled to its freezing point. The Kitten cracks open the bottle and separates the frozen vodka from its glass coating, and dumps the vodka-cubes into a glass for him.

"Thank you."

Joshua starts drinking it, as the cubes begin to melt.

"You know, I usually don't drink. However, then there's the sheer disillusionment I'm feeling now. Seriously, why does the WA hate peace enough to legalise perfidy?

[Normlpeople]

"Thank you."

Joshua starts drinking it, as the cubes begin to melt.

"You know, I usually don't drink. However, then there's the sheer disillusionment I'm feeling now. Seriously, why does the WA hate peace enough to legalise perfidy?

"You know" Cloudspear said, approaching the table "The bright side is they didn't vote to legalize such a dishonorable tactic, but rather voted not to ban it. There is a difference, and a bit of hope in that."

[Applebania]

"Thank you."

Joshua starts drinking it, as the cubes begin to melt.

"You know, I usually don't drink. However, then there's the sheer disillusionment I'm feeling now. Seriously, why does the WA hate peace enough to legalise perfidy?

"You know" Cloudspear said, approaching the table "The bright side is they didn't vote to legalize such a dishonorable tactic, but rather voted not to ban it. There is a difference, and a bit of hope in that."

"Well, what is said difference?"

[Normlpeople]

"You know" Cloudspear said, approaching the table "The bright side is they didn't vote to legalize such a dishonorable tactic, but rather voted not to ban it. There is a difference, and a bit of hope in that."

"Well, what is said difference?"

"To legalize it would be to endorse it. The WA has not fallen so low" Cloudspear said, sipping his drink "The status quo may not be optimal, but its better than legalization."

[Applebania]

"Well, what is said difference?"

"To legalize it would be to endorse it. The WA has not fallen so low" Cloudspear said, sipping his drink "The status quo may not be optimal, but its better than legalization."

...I guess. I've had an idea to write a full-on "Laws and Conventions of War" in this council. I guess we're just going to have to wait until the WA stops being overly militaristic.

[Separatist Peoples]

...I guess. I've had an idea to write a full-on "Laws and Conventions of War" in this council. I guess we're just going to have to wait until the WA stops being overly militaristic.

"So...never, then?"

[Normlpeople]

...I guess. I've had an idea to write a full-on "Laws and Conventions of War" in this council. I guess we're just going to have to wait until the WA stops being overly militaristic.

"So...never, then?"

"Hey now, Military at the table you know. That said, I hope to be far away from this place when you do propose that. I've been here not long, and still been driven to drink. Well, not sure if its the political stuff or the karaoke earlier"

[The Eternal Kawaii]

One of the Sanrio Kittens, wearing what appears to be a lab coat, gloves and goggles, walks over to Joshua, carrying a bottle in a pair of tongs. Ice is quickly accumulating on the bottle surface, as it appears to be vodka chilled to its freezing point. The Kitten cracks open the bottle and separates the frozen vodka from its glass coating, and dumps the vodka-cubes into a glass for him.

"Thank you."

Joshua starts drinking it, as the cubes begin to melt.

"You know, I usually don't drink. However, then there's the sheer disillusionment I'm feeling now. Seriously, why does the WA hate peace enough to legalise perfidy?

The Sanrio Kitten observes Joshua carefully, checking to see if he's too engrossed in the Applebanian and Normlpeoples' conversation to notice that melting vodka cubes have a temperature of about -40^oC

[Lysset]

One of the Sanrio Kittens, wearing what appears to be a lab coat, gloves and goggles, walks over to Joshua, carrying a bottle in a pair of tongs. Ice is quickly accumulating on the bottle surface, as it appears to be vodka chilled to its freezing point. The Kitten cracks open the bottle and separates the frozen vodka from its glass coating, and dumps the vodka-cubes into a glass for him.

"Thank you."

Joshua starts drinking it, as the cubes begin to melt.

"You know, I usually don't drink. However, then there's the sheer disillusionment I'm feeling now. Seriously, why does the WA hate peace enough to legalise perfidy?

*Ambassador Garra looks over at Joshua.*
If it's any consolation, I voted for the ban on Perfidy. My nation may not be pacifistic, but we wouldn't stoop so low as to commit such an atrocity.

[Murray the Evil Skull]

Murray was sitting at his normal spot on the bar by the Shrine of the Manifestation observing all that was going on. What nefarious, malevolent, and dastardly schemes was he thinking. Who can really know the wicked thoughts churning through the EVILEST talking skull in the Festering Snakepit(actually he was wondering if the Sanrio Kittens could summon up some really good curry, as he was felling a bit peckish).

Noticing the talk coming from the Ambassadors from Applebania, Lysett, and Normlpeople, Murray turned gis gimlet gaze to them, his eyes glowing a malevolent red as he spoke in sepulcher tones,
"No shop talk, mortals! Ambassador come here to forget the Festering Snakepit! If you do it again, I'll place and EVIL curse on you!"

[Wrapper]

I've been here not long, and still been driven to drink. Well, not sure if its the political stuff or the karaoke earlier"

HEY!

[Lysset]

Murray was sitting at his normal spot on the bar by the Shrine of the Manifestation observing all that was going on. What nefarious, malevolent, and dastardly schemes was he thinking. Who can really know the wicked thoughts churning through the EVILEST talking skull in the Festering Snakepit(actually he was wondering if the Sanrio Kittens could summon up some really good curry, as he was felling a bit peckish).

Noticing the talk coming from the Ambassadors from Applebania, Lysett, and Normlpeople, Murray turned gis gimlet gaze to them, his eyes glowing a malevolent red as he spoke in sepulcher tones,
"No shop talk, mortals! Ambassador come here to forget the Festering Snakepit! If you do it again, I'll place and EVIL curse on you!"

*Ambassador Garra turns and looks over at Murray.*
Sir, I got shoehorned into this position. I think that's a curse enough for me.
*he turns back to finish his hot chocolate, which is now cold... and probably not safe to drink.*