The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach mulled over the name, and thought it of little consequence. "I'm sorry, had you mistaken for an old friend of mine." She started, considering what he had to say. "Ah no, can't say I ever heard of her. But she sounds handsome."

"... Oh." He looked somewhat forlorn at that. "Sorry, eyes aren't so good in my old age. But yes, she was a pretty lass.. thought about saying something but I was worried about getting slapped upside the head by my CO. My advice to you, kiddo... don't ever think before you act. Life is dull if you plan it out." The old fellow said, finally picking out a music player.

[Barboneia]

Someone in the hotel above the Wallaby is playing incredibly loud Swedish power metal that has lyrics concerning historical battles.

[Crumlark]

"... Oh." He looked somewhat forlorn at that. "Sorry, eyes aren't so good in my old age. But yes, she was a pretty lass.. thought about saying something but I was worried about getting slapped upside the head by my CO. My advice to you, kiddo... don't ever think before you act. Life is dull if you plan it out." The old fellow said, finally picking out a music player.

Sa'ach took a few steps away, and quietly returned to picking accessories.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Someone in the hotel above the Wallaby is playing incredibly loud Swedish power metal that has lyrics concerning historical battles.

Cerril happens to be listening to the same thing.

"... Oh." He looked somewhat forlorn at that. "Sorry, eyes aren't so good in my old age. But yes, she was a pretty lass.. thought about saying something but I was worried about getting slapped upside the head by my CO. My advice to you, kiddo... don't ever think before you act. Life is dull if you plan it out." The old fellow said, finally picking out a music player.

Sa'ach took a few steps away, and quietly returned to picking accessories.

And thus that moment of mild discomfort was over.

[Barboneia]

Someone in the hotel above the Wallaby is playing incredibly loud Swedish power metal that has lyrics concerning historical battles.

Cerril happens to be listening to the same thing.

Alexi walked in nodding his head to the beat.
"Into the motherland the German army march!"

[Crumlark]

And thus that moment of mild discomfort was over.

She eventually picks out a handsfree communicator and a GPS node. She calls over the assistant again.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Cerril happens to be listening to the same thing.

Alexi walked in nodding his head to the beat.
"Into the motherland the German army march!"

Saren awkwardly mumbles the next verse of the song.

And thus that moment of mild discomfort was over.

She eventually picks out a handsfree communicator and a GPS node. She calls over the assistant again.

The assistant quickly rushes over. "Yes, frau?" He asks.

[Crumlark]

The assistant quickly rushes over. "Yes, frau?" He asks.

"Give me the best phone." She demands.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The assistant quickly rushes over. "Yes, frau?" He asks.

"Give me the best phone." She demands.

He scrabbles up a step-stool and hands her a rather elaborate looking phone with a picture of a tank on the back of it. "Durable, fast... not so good on the storage space but it's still a good piece for anyone looking for a first cell phone."

[Barboneia]

Alexi walked in nodding his head to the beat.
"Into the motherland the German army march!"

Saren awkwardly mumbles the next verse of the song.

Alexi pats him on the head.
"Good little comrade Saren! Today, we fight off the Nazi hordes!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Saren awkwardly mumbles the next verse of the song.

Alexi pats him on the head.
"Good little comrade Saren! Today, we fight off the Nazi hordes!"

"Yeah! Whoever those guys are!" He says in excitement.

Cerril coughs awkwardly. "Haven't had him take a world history lesson yet."

[Barboneia]

Alexi pats him on the head.
"Good little comrade Saren! Today, we fight off the Nazi hordes!"

"Yeah! Whoever those guys are!" He says in excitement.

Cerril coughs awkwardly. "Haven't had him take a world history lesson yet."

"...Well cover the Nazis first. And the Soviets that matter. It'll teach him not to rule like them."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Yeah! Whoever those guys are!" He says in excitement.

Cerril coughs awkwardly. "Haven't had him take a world history lesson yet."

"...Well cover the Nazis first. And the Soviets that matter. It'll teach him not to rule like them."

"I had him start with all of Arkadacian history until around 1870. He's learned about the best... and the worst. Who was the second greatest king of Arkadacia, Saren?"

Saren pipes up. "Nazyet the Liberator!"

"Perfect. See? He knows his national heroes already."

[Barboneia]

"...Well cover the Nazis first. And the Soviets that matter. It'll teach him not to rule like them."

"I had him start with all of Arkadacian history until around 1870. He's learned about the best... and the worst. Who was the second greatest king of Arkadacia, Saren?"

Saren pipes up. "Nazyet the Liberator!"

"Perfect. See? He knows his national heroes already."

"That's good. Although don't let him grow up to be an extremist nationalist."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"That's good. Although don't let him grow up to be an extremist nationalist."

"Wasn't planning on it. Besides, we've got good methods of forcing newcomers to integrate anyways. Within a generation or two, they're all Arkadacian, no matter their country of origin."

[Barboneia]

"That's good. Although don't let him grow up to be an extremist nationalist."

"Wasn't planning on it. Besides, we've got good methods of forcing newcomers to integrate anyways. Within a generation or two, they're all Arkadacian, no matter their country of origin."

"...So, like the Borg? Assimilation?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"...So, like the Borg? Assimilation?"

"... No, think of people converting to our culture and religion. Did you assume we were a hivemind or something?"

[Barboneia]

"...So, like the Borg? Assimilation?"

"... No, think of people converting to our culture and religion. Did you assume we were a hivemind or something?"

"No, I always assumed you people to be derived from an intergalactic space faring race controlling a vast empire."
His voice had a certain air of sarcasm to it.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"... No, think of people converting to our culture and religion. Did you assume we were a hivemind or something?"

"No, I always assumed you people to be derived from an intergalactic space faring race controlling a vast empire."
His voice had a certain air of sarcasm to it.

"... The fuck kind of idea is that?" Cerril squints at Alexi weirdly.

Meanwhile, somewhere in space, foreshadowing happens.

[Barboneia]

"No, I always assumed you people to be derived from an intergalactic space faring race controlling a vast empire."
His voice had a certain air of sarcasm to it.

"... The fuck kind of idea is that?" Cerril squints at Alexi weirdly.

Meanwhile, somewhere in space, foreshadowing happens.

"I'm joking, comrade. Jeez, you people are too serious."

[Crumlark]

He scrabbles up a step-stool and hands her a rather elaborate looking phone with a picture of a tank on the back of it. "Durable, fast... not so good on the storage space but it's still a good piece for anyone looking for a first cell phone."

She nods and accepts it. "How much is it?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He scrabbles up a step-stool and hands her a rather elaborate looking phone with a picture of a tank on the back of it. "Durable, fast... not so good on the storage space but it's still a good piece for anyone looking for a first cell phone."

She nods and accepts it. "How much is it?"

"Two hundred Melanths, which, translated into international Tinellian currency... is around a hundred Unates." Probably a fraction of what Sa'ach had on hand.

[Crumlark]

"Two hundred Melanths, which, translated into international Tinellian currency... is around a hundred Unates." Probably a fraction of what Sa'ach had on hand.

Sa'ach may have been an international trader for a career, but she didn't handle the currency exchanges, and even if she did, the numbers have changed since then. "I'll pay in United States dollars."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Two hundred Melanths, which, translated into international Tinellian currency... is around a hundred Unates." Probably a fraction of what Sa'ach had on hand.

Sa'ach may have been an international trader for a career, but she didn't handle the currency exchanges, and even if she did, the numbers have changed since then. "I'll pay in United States dollars."

"... Very well. In that case it'd be around three hundred Unates. Pay at the table."

[Crumlark]

"... Very well. In that case it'd be around three hundred Unates. Pay at the table."

Sa'ach approaches the table and fans herself with the money. "Your conversion fee stinks, considering this thing is accepted worldwide."