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by Krasnovian Peoples Republic » Wed Jul 29, 2015 8:42 am
by Frustrated Franciscans » Wed Jul 29, 2015 8:49 am
by Krasnovian Peoples Republic » Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:00 am
by Wrapper » Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:09 am
Krasnovian Peoples Republic wrote:He glances at Ahume. "Karaoke, you say? Isn't that a Japanese dish?"
by Krasnovian Peoples Republic » Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:16 am
by Imperium Anglorum » Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:17 am
Wrapper wrote:Oh for crying out loud, Neville, you know that's a fricken joke! You see, Captain, you see, that's what we're talking about! Ugh. You'll have to excuse us, Ambassador, we'll have to hunt down these sentient chickens and give them a good plucking-- (Ahume nudges Ari's arm) --er, a good, talking to. Come, Ahume.
by Sierra Lyricalia » Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:00 am
Wrapper wrote:(Ari takes a big bite out of the sandwich, and within moments spits it all out.) What the bloody.... (His assistant, Ahume, shrugs, takes a bite of his sandwich... and within moments spits it all out as well.) What the hell, Neville, we asked for chicken sandwiches, what the fuck is this, chicken shit sandwiches?
(Neville points over his shoulder to a copy of a poorly written resolution -- chicken scratch, quite literally -- that reads, "BAN CHICKEN MEAT".)
Oh for crying out loud, Neville, you know that's a fricken joke! You see, Captain, you see, that's what we're talking about! Ugh. You'll have to excuse us, Ambassador, we'll have to hunt down these sentient chickens and give them a good plucking-- (Ahume nudges Ari's arm) --er, a good, talking to. Come, Ahume.
by Imperium Anglorum » Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:03 am
Sierra Lyricalia wrote:Wrapper wrote:(Ari takes a big bite out of the sandwich, and within moments spits it all out.) What the bloody.... (His assistant, Ahume, shrugs, takes a bite of his sandwich... and within moments spits it all out as well.) What the hell, Neville, we asked for chicken sandwiches, what the fuck is this, chicken shit sandwiches?
(Neville points over his shoulder to a copy of a poorly written resolution -- chicken scratch, quite literally -- that reads, "BAN CHICKEN MEAT".)
Oh for crying out loud, Neville, you know that's a fricken joke! You see, Captain, you see, that's what we're talking about! Ugh. You'll have to excuse us, Ambassador, we'll have to hunt down these sentient chickens and give them a good plucking-- (Ahume nudges Ari's arm) --er, a good, talking to. Come, Ahume.
Steph is finishing the last bite of her beautiful pink ribeye when she sees the stomach-lurching debacle of the Wads' sandwiches go down. Turning an alarming shade of pale green, she gags, downs the rest of her cheap beer to keep everything from coming up, and runs from the room, muttering "Kill it! Kill it with fire and burn the desk it was written on, kill it! Last time I make the mistake of eating in here... wring that goddamn bird's scrawny neck, I don't care how sapient it says it is..."
by Frustrated Franciscans » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:52 am
Krasnovian Peoples Republic wrote:"So it's true, then?" the Captain asks. "God doesn't place at dice? He plays at golf?"
by Separatist Peoples » Thu Jul 30, 2015 9:52 am
by Krasnovian Peoples Republic » Thu Jul 30, 2015 6:02 pm
by Ainocra » Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:49 pm
by Separatist Peoples » Fri Jul 31, 2015 3:00 pm
Ainocra wrote:Alcon finishes his drink and waits patiently until he can hear the sound of snoring form inside the evil skull. Grinning to himself he hastily and quietly rearranges the shrine of the cute one to feature a new somewhat bony centerpiece. Walking back over to take a seat by Bell he chuckles "Dimensional rip in 3.....2......."
by Ainocra » Fri Jul 31, 2015 3:28 pm
Separatist Peoples wrote:Ainocra wrote:Alcon finishes his drink and waits patiently until he can hear the sound of snoring form inside the evil skull. Grinning to himself he hastily and quietly rearranges the shrine of the cute one to feature a new somewhat bony centerpiece. Walking back over to take a seat by Bell he chuckles "Dimensional rip in 3.....2......."
The C.D.S.P. ambassador chokes down a laugh at the absurd sight. "You realize that we'll have to watch the backs of our ankles for weeks if he even suspects we had a hand in that, right? Wait! Take a photo! Oh, man, do we need a photo of this!"
by Whovian Tardisia » Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:47 pm
by Bears Armed » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:02 am
Ainocra wrote:Alcon finishes his drink and waits patiently until he can hear the sound of snoring form inside the evil skull. Grinning to himself he hastily and quietly rearranges the shrine of the cute one to feature a new somewhat bony centerpiece. Walking back over to take a seat by Bell he chuckles "Dimensional rip in 3.....2......."
by Murray the Evil Skull » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:08 pm
Whovian Tardisia wrote:Ambassador Pink, still slightly tipsy, decides to take this opportunity to photobomb. However, in his stupor, he knocks the skull off the shrine. It is at this moment he realizes he has indeed screwed up...
by Bright Waters » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:36 pm
by Whovian Tardisia » Sat Aug 01, 2015 3:04 pm
by Separatist Peoples » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:05 pm
by Ainocra » Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:57 pm
Murray the Evil Skull wrote:Whovian Tardisia wrote:Ambassador Pink, still slightly tipsy, decides to take this opportunity to photobomb. However, in his stupor, he knocks the skull off the shrine. It is at this moment he realizes he has indeed screwed up...
(ooc: you better believe it buddy. )
With a sound *CLUNK!* Murray hits the floor. A cry of pain issues forth from the skull,
"Owwww!!!! I almost broke my skull!"
Very quickly though, Murray's pain turned to malevolent anger...
"Who was the foolish mortal who dared lay their hands on the EVILEST talking skull in all of the festering snakepit? Answer me before I put an evil curse on everybody in the bar!!!!! That's it, you all are cursed. You all are going to have such a rash!!!!"
At this point Murray notices the chuckling Aincoran ambassador. Murray's eye sockets
begin to glow a malevolent red...summoning up the sheer force of his evil will, Murray rolls toward the ambassador and starts attacking his ankles.
by SS Thief » Sat Aug 01, 2015 8:51 pm
by Bright Waters » Sat Aug 01, 2015 10:22 pm
SS Thief wrote:Bosporus Callig was unmistakenably drunk as he stepped into the bar, seeming to stumble upon it rather than purposely walk in. This was supported by his wide-eyed gaze that panned across the room for a few moments before fixing itself on the bar itself. Further supporting this already proven theory of his pre-inebriation was the wide grin that came across his face as he dragged himself to a nearby stool and collapsed onto it. Before he could slur at the bartender for a drink, his aide George ran in, out of breath. He stopped as he entered, heavily taking in the air of the bar before looking around for the man who signs his all too low paychecks. It didn't take him long, thanks to the ambassador's bright red scarf flowing with his drunken swaying like the world's shittiest cape.
George quickly ran up to the ambassador, and, after a few more moments to catch his breath, said
"Sir, we still have a lot of work to do, the paperwork for the-"
"Quiet and get me a martini!" Bosporus yelled at the boy. The boy sighed and merely nodded at the bartender, staring at the two with an unamused look. George sighed again as he sat next to the ambassador, putting a few Kons from his pocket onto the bar and muttering to the poor bastard behind it to open a tab for them. He rubbed his face as the ambassador sipped his martini, then turned to him, obviously angry.
"Sir, with all due respect, I know you're still celebrating the destruction of the WSA, but we've been bar hopping for nearly 24 hours now."
The ambassador slammed his martini onto the bar powerfully in response, spilling a large portion of it.
"You don't get it! You weren't there! I pressed the buttons and the ships went like:" the ambassador put his hands together and then slowly seperated them in a sphere while making a poor impression of an explosion, spittle flying from his lips. George sighed at this.
"Sir, I was there, I had just as good of a view as you because I was right behind you, and yes, it was impressive, but at some point we have to stop celebrating!" The ambassador tried to think of a response for this for several minutes before making a dismissive noise with his tongue, belching loudly, and going back to what remained of his martini. George groaned and looked away at the others of the bar, desperate for someone to interact with him other than the drunken ambassador he was all too used to.
by SS Thief » Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:06 am
Bright Waters wrote:SS Thief wrote:Bosporus Callig was unmistakenably drunk as he stepped into the bar, seeming to stumble upon it rather than purposely walk in. This was supported by his wide-eyed gaze that panned across the room for a few moments before fixing itself on the bar itself. Further supporting this already proven theory of his pre-inebriation was the wide grin that came across his face as he dragged himself to a nearby stool and collapsed onto it. Before he could slur at the bartender for a drink, his aide George ran in, out of breath. He stopped as he entered, heavily taking in the air of the bar before looking around for the man who signs his all too low paychecks. It didn't take him long, thanks to the ambassador's bright red scarf flowing with his drunken swaying like the world's shittiest cape.
George quickly ran up to the ambassador, and, after a few more moments to catch his breath, said
"Sir, we still have a lot of work to do, the paperwork for the-"
"Quiet and get me a martini!" Bosporus yelled at the boy. The boy sighed and merely nodded at the bartender, staring at the two with an unamused look. George sighed again as he sat next to the ambassador, putting a few Kons from his pocket onto the bar and muttering to the poor bastard behind it to open a tab for them. He rubbed his face as the ambassador sipped his martini, then turned to him, obviously angry.
"Sir, with all due respect, I know you're still celebrating the destruction of the WSA, but we've been bar hopping for nearly 24 hours now."
The ambassador slammed his martini onto the bar powerfully in response, spilling a large portion of it.
"You don't get it! You weren't there! I pressed the buttons and the ships went like:" the ambassador put his hands together and then slowly seperated them in a sphere while making a poor impression of an explosion, spittle flying from his lips. George sighed at this.
"Sir, I was there, I had just as good of a view as you because I was right behind you, and yes, it was impressive, but at some point we have to stop celebrating!" The ambassador tried to think of a response for this for several minutes before making a dismissive noise with his tongue, belching loudly, and going back to what remained of his martini. George groaned and looked away at the others of the bar, desperate for someone to interact with him other than the drunken ambassador he was all too used to.
Saoirse Thelian, scotch firmly in hand, watched the Ambassador's reenactment of the WSA ships exploding at his (obviously inebriated) commands. Leaning over to George, she said,
"My good man, can I assist you in paying the good ambassador's tab? Were it not for him and his support, the WSA would still exist and I would not be here". As she slipped several large batang denominations into his coat, she whispered sotto voce,
"And was my predecessor with your boss last night? This could explain his last official act as ambassador I was just hearing about..."
by Bright Waters » Sun Aug 02, 2015 7:18 am
SS Thief wrote:George happily accepted the money, foreign it may be, but snorted at the question.
"The 'honorable ambassador', no matter what you mean by 'with', has been with many people these last few days."
"Haha! Hey, remember the blonde?!" Bosphorus asked the boy way too loudly. George sighed.
"Yes, I remember the blo-"
"She could put her leg behind her neck! It was awesome!" George rubbed the bridge of his nose in response, them motioned for the bartender.
"Just get him to pass out so I can go home please." He whispered. As the bartender began looking for the strongest vodka available, George turned back to the kind woman.
"This happens... a lot, actually. Name's George. He's Bosphorus, the result of a man failing the psych test for the military then cheating on the next one to become a politician."
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