The Liquid Wallaby - Meanwhile, in the East (Closed)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

My Reaction to Seeing The Poll Results (Theme to come later)

Well, how about that last botched attempt to head into P2TM, eh?

How about no? The Liquid Wallaby has returned to where it belongs, in F7. Here we stay with our classic style, classy community ( ), and long-running storylines.

Located in the historically not-overly-significant town of Unzen, Nagasaki Prefecture, Japan, the lounge / tavern / bar known as "Bitter End" has stood here for as long as the town has existed. At least, supposedly. Nobody bothered keeping the records. Founded by a drifter from China a few centuries ago, the place is fairly popular as a local hangout, run by the quiet and mostly-reserved Oba Bussho, a man in his mid-late 40s who serves drinks and doesn't ask many questions. If anything, he's infamous for being one of the most stoic people in town but the drinks are good, though, and he speaks a good several languages. Maybe you shouldn't complain.

The place is rather humble in size, about the size of a large living room. A large television is set in the corner of the room with the remote easily accessible, a few video game systems from across the decades are set up in front of it, and it gets a variety of local television stations (there's more on Japanese TV than anime. I don't expect the people who voted for this to know that.). Some couches probably dragged in from other people's houses are scattered about, along with a few chairs and tables. There aren't any formal dining tables, you're expected to bring your own.

This'll hopefully be the last time I switch settings mid-thread.

Anyways, despite the fact that we don't get too many newcomers, I'll just copy / paste the usual ruleset here.

We have a region... that nobody visits. http://www.nationstates.net/region=the_ ... ian_animal

The Rules:
1. Keep down the lewdness. Borderline ERP won't be tolerated.
2. The NPCs are not here to be actors in your personal snuff film.
3. Don't post here unless you've been cleared for it. Message me or a co-op if you're interested in joining.
4. Don't host a major invasion or something like that without informing me first.
5. If you get confused, send me a TG
7. If it gets you in trouble in the rest of NS, it'll get you in trouble here.
8. Try to avoid asterisk play. If you're new I'll give you some lee-way, but try to break the habit.
9. Godmodding = Nope
10. We aren't a chat thread. Some OOC discussion is perfectly acceptable, but don't keep it going for too long.
11. For the love of fuck... no tech-wanking.
12. OP's word is law. What I say, goes.
13. If you don't know what an Arkadacian, Reil, Culdranth, Melanth, or whatsit is... read this before you make assumptions. http://www.nationstates.net/nation=tota ... /id=472227

The Regents / Co-OPs: People in charge of enforcing said rules - (Don't ask to be one.)
Barboneia
Ava Ire
Torrocca (Temp OP while F7's in Crisis Mode)

[Torrocca]

In the distance, cackling thunder, breaking apart the darkness of the stormy night, signals the rise of something ominous - a terrible creature spoken of only in whispers, which feasts upon the flesh of the innocent and creates the true terror of the night, has arrived to these lands.

Torr enters the building and yawns, saying, "well, this location's a bit comfier than the last, at least."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

In the distance, cackling thunder, breaking apart the darkness of the stormy night, signals the rise of something ominous - a terrible creature spoken of only in whispers, which feasts upon the flesh of the innocent and creates the true terror of the night, has arrived to these lands.

Torr enters the building and yawns, saying, "well, this location's a bit comfier than the last, at least."

Kasat simply leaned her head past a drunken patron and sighed. "Oh, joy, more crazy people... Oh, motherfucker! You were in the last few bars too!" She puts her head in her hands and sighs. "I'll never escape. Never. Escape."

A black and purple ball of fur rolls past Torr. Otherwise known as Saren.

[Barboneia]

A blonde haired, lab coat-clad man with a seemingly medical related logo stitched onto the left breast pocket stepped in, a rather annoyed look on his face. "How is it that this is the only d-d-damn place to get a drink within walking distance of the bus stop? I swear, this place looks like a Boy Scout project gone wrong." He grumbled, and sat down at the bar, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Bartender! I would like a d-d-drink. A beer, please. Don't care what brand, as long as it's not the local swill."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A blonde haired, lab coat-clad man with a seemingly medical related logo stitched onto the left breast pocket stepped in, a rather annoyed look on his face. "How is it that this is the only d-d-damn place to get a drink within walking distance of the bus stop? I swear, this place looks like a Boy Scout project gone wrong." He grumbled, and sat down at the bar, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Bartender! I would like a d-d-drink. A beer, please. Don't care what brand, as long as it's not the local swill."

Kasat twitches her eye as she hears him stutter, evidently not liking the noise. Reaching down under the bar, she produces a bottle of booze. Judging by the logo on the front of it, being that of a tail, it's probably Reilish. "Pssh. What makes you think I buy the local Pisswater? I don't serve any local flavors."

[Torrocca]

In the distance, cackling thunder, breaking apart the darkness of the stormy night, signals the rise of something ominous - a terrible creature spoken of only in whispers, which feasts upon the flesh of the innocent and creates the true terror of the night, has arrived to these lands.

Torr enters the building and yawns, saying, "well, this location's a bit comfier than the last, at least."

Kasat simply leaned her head past a drunken patron and sighed. "Oh, joy, more crazy people... Oh, motherfucker! You were in the last few bars too!" She puts her head in her hands and sighs. "I'll never escape. Never. Escape."

A black and purple ball of fur rolls past Torr. Otherwise known as Saren.

"I just have lots and lots of twins living all over this continent," Torr replies nonchalantly. He then waves to Saren and goes over to the bar, saying, "I'll just get my usual shot of vodka then, thanks."

[Barboneia]

A blonde haired, lab coat-clad man with a seemingly medical related logo stitched onto the left breast pocket stepped in, a rather annoyed look on his face. "How is it that this is the only d-d-damn place to get a drink within walking distance of the bus stop? I swear, this place looks like a Boy Scout project gone wrong." He grumbled, and sat down at the bar, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Bartender! I would like a d-d-drink. A beer, please. Don't care what brand, as long as it's not the local swill."

Kasat twitches her eye as she hears him stutter, evidently not liking the noise. Reaching down under the bar, she produces a bottle of booze. Judging by the logo on the front of it, being that of a tail, it's probably Reilish. "Pssh. What makes you think I buy the local Pisswater? I don't serve any local flavors."

"Well, I don't know. It's probably cheaper than importing anything." He stared at the bottle, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a filthy savage. C-c-can I get a glass, at least?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Kasat simply leaned her head past a drunken patron and sighed. "Oh, joy, more crazy people... Oh, motherfucker! You were in the last few bars too!" She puts her head in her hands and sighs. "I'll never escape. Never. Escape."

A black and purple ball of fur rolls past Torr. Otherwise known as Saren.

"I just have lots and lots of twins living all over this continent," Torr replies nonchalantly. He then waves to Saren and goes over to the bar, saying, "I'll just get my usual shot of vodka then, thanks."

The horror. Saren waves back before flopping onto a nearby couch, rather enjoying himself.

Kasat pours him a shot, and nods. "Well, you aren't one of the people who usually tries to burn the place to the ground, so I guess I can be thankful for that."

Kasat twitches her eye as she hears him stutter, evidently not liking the noise. Reaching down under the bar, she produces a bottle of booze. Judging by the logo on the front of it, being that of a tail, it's probably Reilish. "Pssh. What makes you think I buy the local Pisswater? I don't serve any local flavors."

"Well, I don't know. It's probably cheaper than importing anything." He stared at the bottle, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a filthy savage. C-c-can I get a glass, at least?"

Kasat twitches again. Triggered.

Or not. She rolls her eyes and pours him a glass. "What's so savage about a bottle?"

[Torrocca]

"I just have lots and lots of twins living all over this continent," Torr replies nonchalantly. He then waves to Saren and goes over to the bar, saying, "I'll just get my usual shot of vodka then, thanks."

The horror. Saren waves back before flopping onto a nearby couch, rather enjoying himself.

Kasat pours him a shot, and nods. "Well, you aren't one of the people who usually tries to burn the place to the ground, so I guess I can be thankful for that."

"Well, I don't know. It's probably cheaper than importing anything." He stared at the bottle, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a filthy savage. C-c-can I get a glass, at least?"

Kasat twitches again. Triggered.

Or not. She rolls her eyes and pours him a glass. "What's so savage about a bottle?"

"Well, you missed the earlier years," Torr replies, downing the shot soon after. "Lucky you that I got... eh... a bit better before you arrived."

[Barboneia]

"Well, I don't know. It's probably cheaper than importing anything." He stared at the bottle, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a filthy savage. C-c-can I get a glass, at least?"

Kasat twitches again. Triggered.

Or not. She rolls her eyes and pours him a glass. "What's so savage about a bottle?"

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

[Torrocca]

Kasat twitches again. Triggered.

Or not. She rolls her eyes and pours him a glass. "What's so savage about a bottle?"

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

Torr glances over at the guy and mutters, "... are you fuckin' stupid or something?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well, you missed the earlier years," Torr replies, downing the shot soon after. "Lucky you that I got... eh... a bit better before you arrived."

"Cerril told me you tried to turn his brother into a rock or something, way back when. You sounded even loonier."

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

Kasat looks at the patch on his coat, and then to him. "Even a peasant from Bumblefuck, Reiltam knows HIV and AIDS can't be transmitted through a bottle that nobody else has touched." She snerks cheerfully. "It's Reilbeer. I can't tell you the secret ingredient, sadly."

it's people

[Torrocca]

"Well, you missed the earlier years," Torr replies, downing the shot soon after. "Lucky you that I got... eh... a bit better before you arrived."

"Cerril told me you tried to turn his brother into a rock or something, way back when. You sounded even loonier."

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

Kasat looks at the patch on his coat, and then to him. "Even a peasant from Bumblefuck, Reiltam knows HIV and AIDS can't be transmitted through a bottle that nobody else has touched." She snerks cheerfully. "It's Reilbeer. I can't tell you the secret ingredient, sadly."

it's people

"... Wait, I did? And I was."

[Barboneia]

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

Torr glances over at the guy and mutters, "... are you fuckin' stupid or something?"

He glares at him. "You're the fucking stupid one! I'm a doctor. I bet you didn't even go to c-c-college!"

"It's unsanitary. I've done the research, you should see the kind of things that can get on the bottles, particularly around the area where you'd put your lips. It's mostly things like HIV and A-A-AIDS. I think. Imagine getting AIDS from drinking from a bottle! That's just pathetic." He smirks to himself, and takes a sip of the beer. His face contorts like that of Kermit the Frog's. "...What the h-h-hell is this?"

Kasat looks at the patch on his coat, and then to him. "Even a peasant from Bumblefuck, Reiltam knows HIV and AIDS can't be transmitted through a bottle that nobody else has touched." She snerks cheerfully. "It's Reilbeer. I can't tell you the secret ingredient, sadly."

it's people

"It tastes like rabbit piss! And yes, I know what that tastes like! D-D-Don't ask." He spits the drink out towards Kasat, and stands up. "I'm going somewhere else, hopefully the drinks there haven't been touched by animals!" He walked out of the bar, grumbling.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"... Wait, I did? And I was."

"That's what he said! And then he claimed Crysal... suplexed you... or elbow dropped you... or something. Which I would totally believe, she strikes me as the kind of person to do that."

"It tastes like rabbit piss! And yes, I know what that tastes like! D-D-Don't ask." He spits the drink out towards Kasat, and stands up. "I'm going somewhere else, hopefully the drinks there haven't been touched by animals!" He walked out of the bar, grumbling.

Caramehl snerks violently in the background as he walks out. "I just got a fantastic idea for a prank."

[Barboneia]

"It tastes like rabbit piss! And yes, I know what that tastes like! D-D-Don't ask." He spits the drink out towards Kasat, and stands up. "I'm going somewhere else, hopefully the drinks there haven't been touched by animals!" He walked out of the bar, grumbling.

Caramehl snerks violently in the background as he walks out. "I just got a fantastic idea for a prank."

A short, grey eyed, top hat wearing man with a large mustache looked at her from a booth. "Prank you say? Does it involve beating people over the head with a baseball bat and stealing their money? Because I tried doing that and saying 'it's just a prank bro' when the polis came, but I just ended up getting arrested." He spoke in an odd, fake sounding Swedish accent. Kasat may find it somewhat familiar.

[Torrocca]

Torr glances over at the guy and mutters, "... are you fuckin' stupid or something?"

He glares at him. "You're the fucking stupid one! I'm a doctor. I bet you didn't even go to c-c-college!"

Kasat looks at the patch on his coat, and then to him. "Even a peasant from Bumblefuck, Reiltam knows HIV and AIDS can't be transmitted through a bottle that nobody else has touched." She snerks cheerfully. "It's Reilbeer. I can't tell you the secret ingredient, sadly."

it's people

"It tastes like rabbit piss! And yes, I know what that tastes like! D-D-Don't ask." He spits the drink out towards Kasat, and stands up. "I'm going somewhere else, hopefully the drinks there haven't been touched by animals!" He walked out of the bar, grumbling.

"Ehem... I went to the best university in Torrocca. Kinda needed to since I'm, y'know... a King in this weird communist society that has a King."

"... Wait, I did? And I was."

"That's what he said! And then he claimed Crysal... suplexed you... or elbow dropped you... or something. Which I would totally believe, she strikes me as the kind of person to do that."

"It tastes like rabbit piss! And yes, I know what that tastes like! D-D-Don't ask." He spits the drink out towards Kasat, and stands up. "I'm going somewhere else, hopefully the drinks there haven't been touched by animals!" He walked out of the bar, grumbling.

Caramehl snerks violently in the background as he walks out. "I just got a fantastic idea for a prank."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that part," Torr replies, wincing slightly.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A short, grey eyed, top hat wearing man with a large mustache looked at her from a booth. "Prank you say? Does it involve beating people over the head with a baseball bat and stealing their money? Because I tried doing that and saying 'it's just a prank bro' when the polis came, but I just ended up getting arrested." He spoke in an odd, fake sounding Swedish accent. Kasat may find it somewhat familiar.

Caramehl snerks. "You have to wear a mask and run away before the cops get you, man. You never want to run into the police."

Kasat's ears perk up, and she very, very slowly squints at the fellow with the top-hat. "Well, fuck."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that part," Torr replies, wincing slightly.

"Sounds hilarious, dude. Of the two times I've seen her fight it's been a total beatdown!"

[Torrocca]

A short, grey eyed, top hat wearing man with a large mustache looked at her from a booth. "Prank you say? Does it involve beating people over the head with a baseball bat and stealing their money? Because I tried doing that and saying 'it's just a prank bro' when the polis came, but I just ended up getting arrested." He spoke in an odd, fake sounding Swedish accent. Kasat may find it somewhat familiar.

Caramehl snerks. "You have to wear a mask and run away before the cops get you, man. You never want to run into the police."

Kasat's ears perk up, and she very, very slowly squints at the fellow with the top-hat. "Well, fuck."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that part," Torr replies, wincing slightly.

"Sounds hilarious, dude. Of the two times I've seen her fight it's been a total beatdown!"

"... Nah, not really."

[Barboneia]

A short, grey eyed, top hat wearing man with a large mustache looked at her from a booth. "Prank you say? Does it involve beating people over the head with a baseball bat and stealing their money? Because I tried doing that and saying 'it's just a prank bro' when the polis came, but I just ended up getting arrested." He spoke in an odd, fake sounding Swedish accent. Kasat may find it somewhat familiar.

Caramehl snerks. "You have to wear a mask and run away before the cops get you, man. You never want to run into the police."

Kasat's ears perk up, and she very, very slowly squints at the fellow with the top-hat. "Well, fuck."

"I can't wear masks. They don't fit over my marvelous moustache." He twirls said moustache for added effect.

He glances over at her, and his heart seems to skip a beat. He looks like he's about to hyperventilate, but quickly regains his posture. "Ah, eh, um... Fuck what? What is there to be concerned about, eh?"

[Torrocca]

"Ah, yes, let's turn on the nightly news!" Torr exclaims, before commandeering the television remote and an arm from quite a willing young chap, who screams in absolute joy at the seizure of his limb. Torr, bloody happy now, switches the channels on the TV to something more fitting. On the new channel, the flag of Torrocca fills the background and the word "VICTORY" overtakes much of the foreground. Underneath, simple animations of marching soldiers are shown, and a english-accented voice on the TV says, "on this day - February 27th, 2016, the Torroccan Army has seized the vital capital city of Mecca from the nefarious House of Saud. Following this has been the complete subjugation of Saudi Arabia, as well as the removal and imprisonment of the Saudi Royal Family." "Hmm... excellent!" Torr says, beaming with pride due to the capabilities of his heroic military and the flawless leadership of his apprentice.

[Barboneia]

"Ah, yes, let's turn on the nightly news!" Torr exclaims, before commandeering the television remote and an arm from quite a willing young chap, who screams in absolute joy at the seizure of his limb. Torr, bloody happy now, switches the channels on the TV to something more fitting. On the new channel, the flag of Torrocca fills the background and the word "VICTORY" overtakes much of the foreground. Underneath, simple animations of marching soldiers are shown, and a english-accented voice on the TV says, "on this day - February 27th, 2016, the Torroccan Army has seized the vital capital city of Mecca from the nefarious House of Saud. Following this has been the complete subjugation of Saudi Arabia, as well as the removal and imprisonment of the Saudi Royal Family." "Hmm... excellent!" Torr says, beaming with pride due to the capabilities of his heroic military and the flawless leadership of his apprentice.

The TV screen flickers for a moment, and suddenly switches to an infomercial.

[Torrocca]

"Ah, yes, let's turn on the nightly news!" Torr exclaims, before commandeering the television remote and an arm from quite a willing young chap, who screams in absolute joy at the seizure of his limb. Torr, bloody happy now, switches the channels on the TV to something more fitting. On the new channel, the flag of Torrocca fills the background and the word "VICTORY" overtakes much of the foreground. Underneath, simple animations of marching soldiers are shown, and a english-accented voice on the TV says, "on this day - February 27th, 2016, the Torroccan Army has seized the vital capital city of Mecca from the nefarious House of Saud. Following this has been the complete subjugation of Saudi Arabia, as well as the removal and imprisonment of the Saudi Royal Family." "Hmm... excellent!" Torr says, beaming with pride due to the capabilities of his heroic military and the flawless leadership of his apprentice.

The TV screen flickers for a moment, and suddenly switches to an infomercial.

Torr blinks for a couple of seconds, then slowly picks up a phone.

[Barboneia]

The TV screen flickers for a moment, and suddenly switches to an infomercial.

Torr blinks for a couple of seconds, then slowly picks up a phone.

The TV then shuts off. And then explodes. The mustachioed Swedish man yelps and covers his head.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Ah, yes, let's turn on the nightly news!" Torr exclaims, before commandeering the television remote and an arm from quite a willing young chap, who screams in absolute joy at the seizure of his limb. Torr, bloody happy now, switches the channels on the TV to something more fitting. On the new channel, the flag of Torrocca fills the background and the word "VICTORY" overtakes much of the foreground. Underneath, simple animations of marching soldiers are shown, and a english-accented voice on the TV says, "on this day - February 27th, 2016, the Torroccan Army has seized the vital capital city of Mecca from the nefarious House of Saud. Following this has been the complete subjugation of Saudi Arabia, as well as the removal and imprisonment of the Saudi Royal Family." "Hmm... excellent!" Torr says, beaming with pride due to the capabilities of his heroic military and the flawless leadership of his apprentice.

It's soon revealed that the newscaster is sloshed out of his mind, and drunkely slurring everything. Odds are he's making shit up.