The Liquid Wallaby - Welcome To The Empire (Invite Only)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Welcome To The Empire's Theme

So that return to F7's been working out for us (at least the playerbase doesn't disappear when we start posting here). Dunno why we left in the first place (oh, right, I've got delusions of grandeur). Once again we bridge the best of P2TM (Primarily doing things for reasons other than to have cybersex), with the best of F7 (Rapid-fire posts, low maintenance, player-run stories). Truly we're a mortifying mix-breed.

Welcome to 1995. The 90s were a pretty revolutionary decade, don't you think? The rise of the personal computer and the internet, the introduction of 3D graphics into mainstream gaming, the fall of the Soviet Union, really shitty color schemes, the whole "attitude" phase of the early bit... A lot of things happened (including most of our playerbase being born) in this time period.

Well, there's just one problem. This version of the 90s is far different than the one you know. You see, you've stepped into an alternate universe. An alternate history. It turns out history going the way we knew it relied on two very specific people born in the Arkadacian paleolithic era. Without Ciry or Chelli, history took on a radically different form, though the effects of this weren't well-noticed or documented outside of the Tinellian continent until the 1400s. You see... The Aztec empire managed to not only defeat the Spanish invasions, they successfully managed to adapt and begin making Western technologies, modernizing (while still keeping some of that human-sacrificey charm) and thriving well into the modern era. The Inca managed a very similar thing.

Another massive change is regarding the American revolution. Thanks to the intervention of the Culdranth Empire, the Brits managed to crush the rebellion and hang on to the colonies. What we know as the United States is now referred to as "Middle America", and is part of the British Commonwealth of Nations. The Culdranth were given the right to colonize most of what we know as west Canada and Alaska, titling it "Zhengsal". Zhengsal broke off from their homeland during the 1910s while the homeland was in the midst of a World War, and is now an independent republic and a regional power.

Political extremism also took on a far different tone than it did in our world. Instead of Facism and Communism arising in Europe, they rose in the Eastern half of the Tinellian continent. The Melanth were victims of a coup after a disastorous defeat during the Great War / The Big One (This universe's version of WW1), and are now led by a pro-Melanth, anti-everything else faction known as the Melantii party. Said faction is loathed, embargoed, and hated by virtually everyone on Earth for their role in several genocides and wars on the Tinellian continent, and they aren't exactly long for this world.

Their neighbors and cousins to the west took on a different approach. The commoners of the Culdranth Empire were tired of their treatment, and thanks to the teachings of a certain Melanth philosopher known as Karolut Marshk, they overthrew their emperor and established a Communist republic a la the People's Republic of China. As you may expect, they get into fights with their facist neighbors all the time.

Meanwhile, in the Arkadacian subcontinent... without Ciry and Chelli to unite them, the southern city states remained independent and bickering well into the late 1800s, until the rising Ahl Cuhltian empire went on a conquering spree, subjugating the states under their rule. Nobody is happy about this arrangement, naturally, and the mental health of their "Eternal Empress" has been taken into question. Though those who question it usually go missing.

None of this probably matters to you. The city of Epawell, Iracusia located next to the scenic and beautiful Epawell lake (The city's namesake) is one of the model cities of the Ahl Cuhltian empire. It's fairly quiet, people do their work and go home, and really, besides the soldiers and mages marching through the streets on a daily basis, the security cameras plastered everywhere, the mysterious disappearances of those who speak against the government, the shadow of oppression on the local peoples, and propaganda posted everywhere, it's a nice place!

Located near the populous Arskadei Secondary School (for students 12-18), there's a certain place called the Perennial Tavern. Founded by a human fleeing the sacking of the Culdranth capital in 1831, the Tavern's modernized quite well, turning into more of a club / bar / hotel / arcade more than anything. The place is run by an enterprising young man from Zhengsal named Blanche Realisate, a short (even for his kind) Culdranth from the frozen interior region of Alaska. The place is quite cozy, a bar, several chairs and couches in a sort of living room arrangement around a big, boxy television, several arcade cabinets running some of the finer games of the 1980s, and a dance floor ahead. The place is regularly visited by local workers and students waiting for their rides home, and as such it's a bit more of a family friendly establishment.

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. Be patient. It can take a while for the locals to notice you if you're new.
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 a Culdranth, Reil, Melanth, Arkadacian, Pravyetian, Ahl Cuhltian, etc is, TG me and ask before you make an ass of yourself.

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

Map of the Tinellian Continent - Thanks to Ava Ire for the base!

Map of the Perennial world. If it looks like I ran out of ideas halfway through, it's because I did

[Barboneia]

The silence of the streets were broken by the roar of an engine, and a fast, stylish looking car sped down the street, before braking wildly in front of the Perennial Tavern, narrowly avoiding taking out a parked Volvo 850. The car, a Bentley Turbo R, slowly reversed into a parking spot behind the Swedish vehicle, before it's engine shut off. A short, Slavic teenager wearing a black and grey letterman jacket with a large "A" embroidered onto it stepped out of it, smirking dumbly, his short hair seeming to have been blown back. He stumbled, leaning against the car for balance, before walking towards the Tavern, nearly tripping a couple of times. He pushed the doors open and looked around, grinning. "Good day, everyone! It is a glorious one as well, too, no?" He made his way over to the bar counter, and took a seat.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The silence of the streets were broken by the roar of an engine, and a fast, stylish looking car sped down the street, before braking wildly in front of the Perennial Tavern, narrowly avoiding taking out a parked Volvo 850. The car, a Bentley Turbo R, slowly reversed into a parking spot behind the Swedish vehicle, before it's engine shut off. A short, Slavic teenager wearing a black and grey letterman jacket with a large "A" embroidered onto it stepped out of it, smirking dumbly, his short hair seeming to have been blown back. He stumbled, leaning against the car for balance, before walking towards the Tavern, nearly tripping a couple of times. He pushed the doors open and looked around, grinning. "Good day, everyone! It is a glorious one as well, too, no?" He made his way over to the bar counter, and took a seat.

The typical bartender, the even-more-angry-looking Blanche seemed to be occupied with chatting to some... newcomers. Two Iracusians with crazy clothing and a dead ringer for the empress of Ahl Cuhlt, what a wild crowd.

Blanche acknowledged the teen, at the very least, giving a nod in his direction. A tired-looking, fanged Culdranth hopped up in front of him, grinning widely. "What can I get ye? The hubby's busy giving the 'this place sucks' spiel again, don't mind 'im."

[Barboneia]

The silence of the streets were broken by the roar of an engine, and a fast, stylish looking car sped down the street, before braking wildly in front of the Perennial Tavern, narrowly avoiding taking out a parked Volvo 850. The car, a Bentley Turbo R, slowly reversed into a parking spot behind the Swedish vehicle, before it's engine shut off. A short, Slavic teenager wearing a black and grey letterman jacket with a large "A" embroidered onto it stepped out of it, smirking dumbly, his short hair seeming to have been blown back. He stumbled, leaning against the car for balance, before walking towards the Tavern, nearly tripping a couple of times. He pushed the doors open and looked around, grinning. "Good day, everyone! It is a glorious one as well, too, no?" He made his way over to the bar counter, and took a seat.

The typical bartender, the even-more-angry-looking Blanche seemed to be occupied with chatting to some... newcomers. Two Iracusians with crazy clothing and a dead ringer for the empress of Ahl Cuhlt, what a wild crowd.

Blanche acknowledged the teen, at the very least, giving a nod in his direction. A tired-looking, fanged Culdranth hopped up in front of him, grinning widely. "What can I get ye? The hubby's busy giving the 'this place sucks' spiel again, don't mind 'im."

Arkadiy stared at the three with a raised eyebrow, before looking over at Aelwyd. "I usually ignore him in the first place, you know that! Remember that time he tried to beat me with a mallet because I got my fingers stuck in the 'Tactical Nuclear Defense Command' arcade game?" He shivered at the thought. "I still have the nightmares... Eh, anyways, the usual. Cola." He looked around with feigned interest. "Have you seen Ciara around? I haven't ever since the only class I had with her, I got kicked out of it due to 'poor educational conduct', whatever that means."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Arkadiy stared at the three with a raised eyebrow, before looking over at Aelwyd. "I usually ignore him in the first place, you know that! Remember that time he tried to beat me with a mallet because I got my fingers stuck in the 'Tactical Nuclear Defense Command' arcade game?" He shivered at the thought. "I still have the nightmares... Eh, anyways, the usual. Cola." He looked around with feigned interest. "Have you seen Ciara around? I haven't ever since the only class I had with her, I got kicked out of it due to 'poor educational conduct', whatever that means."

Aelwyd snickers cheerily. "That was hilarious! He couldn't even reach your knees so he just aimed for your feet." She says, turning around to pull a blue and white can out of the fridge. It seems Pepsi was the dominant cola brand in this timeline, yet another petty change.

"She shows up after school every day, I think. Likes to wait here until her parents can pick her up."

"I've seen you eyeing her dad, Aelwyd!" Blanche briefly says, sounding a tad enraged at that.

Aelwyd huffs. "Maybe if you weren't half a Culdranth I'd be more into you!"

"HE'S LIKE SIX TIMES YOUR SIZE, AELWYD!"

Crysal lets out a very long sigh. "Kindly shut the fuck up with your marital disputes and tell me, what exactly is going on today?"

Blanche fumes for a moment. "Read a newspaper, they're all over the place." He mutters out. The Iracuse sisters scatter across the area.

[Barboneia]

Arkadiy stared at the three with a raised eyebrow, before looking over at Aelwyd. "I usually ignore him in the first place, you know that! Remember that time he tried to beat me with a mallet because I got my fingers stuck in the 'Tactical Nuclear Defense Command' arcade game?" He shivered at the thought. "I still have the nightmares... Eh, anyways, the usual. Cola." He looked around with feigned interest. "Have you seen Ciara around? I haven't ever since the only class I had with her, I got kicked out of it due to 'poor educational conduct', whatever that means."

Aelwyd snickers cheerily. "That was hilarious! He couldn't even reach your knees so he just aimed for your feet." She says, turning around to pull a blue and white can out of the fridge. It seems Pepsi was the dominant cola brand in this timeline, yet another petty change.

"She shows up after school every day, I think. Likes to wait here until her parents can pick her up."

"I've seen you eyeing her dad, Aelwyd!" Blanche briefly says, sounding a tad enraged at that.

Aelwyd huffs. "Maybe if you weren't half a Culdranth I'd be more into you!"

"HE'S LIKE SIX TIMES YOUR SIZE, AELWYD!"

Crysal lets out a very long sigh. "Kindly shut the fuck up with your marital disputes and tell me, what exactly is going on today?"

Blanche fumes for a moment. "Read a newspaper, they're all over the place." He mutters out. The Iracuse sisters scatter across the area.

Arkadiy listened to the yelling, shrinking back a bit, before slowly reaching out to grab the can of soda. "...Erm... I better... Uh..." He slowly got out of his seat and walked away over to the TV, mumbling a bit.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Arkadiy listened to the yelling, shrinking back a bit, before slowly reaching out to grab the can of soda. "...Erm... I better... Uh..." He slowly got out of his seat and walked away over to the TV, mumbling a bit.

The news seems to be rather cheerful. Something, something, the Empress is great, praise her. Followed by a cheerful story of a kitten getting rescued.

There's no such thing as journalistic integrity here either, it'd seem. Regardless, the door to the Tavern eventually is pushed open by the perpetually bomber-jacket-wearing Ciara, followed by a slightly tired looking Mabyn. By all means, Ciara was just an average Iracusian teen. Scrawny, normal height... well, not scraggly hair, at least. Mabyn was a little less on the scrawny side (doing computers and eating snack foods for a living will do that to you), and looked around with a sigh, before walking over to the bar and smiling at Blanche. "Hey, is it alright if I-"

Blanche replies with a no. "You already blew up my computer once, I'm sure as hell not letting you do it again."

Crysal slowly darts her eyes over to the teen, brows raised. ... And noticing some clear similarities, right down to the shape and size of their fangs. "That's a bit... daft."

Adri blinks and looks the two over. "Do you think they're-"

Alutia snerks. "Look at that! I get to be an empress and you two get to be bloody teenagers. This timeline just keeps improving, doesn't it?"

Ciara seems not to notice the attentions of her alternate self and relatives, and instead sits on a chair across from Arkadiy. "How's Iracusia's only Slav doing?"

[Barboneia]

Arkadiy listened to the yelling, shrinking back a bit, before slowly reaching out to grab the can of soda. "...Erm... I better... Uh..." He slowly got out of his seat and walked away over to the TV, mumbling a bit.

The news seems to be rather cheerful. Something, something, the Empress is great, praise her. Followed by a cheerful story of a kitten getting rescued.

There's no such thing as journalistic integrity here either, it'd seem. Regardless, the door to the Tavern eventually is pushed open by the perpetually bomber-jacket-wearing Ciara, followed by a slightly tired looking Mabyn. By all means, Ciara was just an average Iracusian teen. Scrawny, normal height... well, not scraggly hair, at least. Mabyn was a little less on the scrawny side (doing computers and eating snack foods for a living will do that to you), and looked around with a sigh, before walking over to the bar and smiling at Blanche. "Hey, is it alright if I-"

Blanche replies with a no. "You already blew up my computer once, I'm sure as hell not letting you do it again."

Crysal slowly darts her eyes over to the teen, brows raised. ... And noticing some clear similarities, right down to the shape and size of their fangs. "That's a bit... daft."

Adri blinks and looks the two over. "Do you think they're-"

Alutia snerks. "Look at that! I get to be an empress and you two get to be bloody teenagers. This timeline just keeps improving, doesn't it?"

Ciara seems not to notice the attentions of her alternate self and relatives, and instead sits on a chair across from Arkadiy. "How's Iracusia's only Slav doing?"

"Well technically, there are three Slavs in Iracusia because of my mother and father, you know," he says, smiling. "Eheh... Well, I figured that since it's Friday, I would skip my extended learning period after school and drive around town for a bit. I'm glad my parents bought me that Bent... Bend... Car last month. It drives like a beast! Stylish, too. Like something the empress would drive!" He sighs happily as he mentions her. "Oh, she is so hot, isn't she? I mean, not as hot as you, of course, but she is quite the contender!" Arkadiy opens up the can of soda and takes a sip of it. "I wonder what she looks like in a bathing suit..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well technically, there are three Slavs in Iracusia because of my mother and father, you know," he says, smiling. "Eheh... Well, I figured that since it's Friday, I would skip my extended learning period after school and drive around town for a bit. I'm glad my parents bought me that Bent... Bend... Car last month. It drives like a beast! Stylish, too. Like something the empress would drive!" He sighs happily as he mentions her. "Oh, she is so hot, isn't she? I mean, not as hot as you, of course, but she is quite the contender!" Arkadiy opens up the can of soda and takes a sip of it. "I wonder what she looks like in a bathing suit..."

"... Okay, so maybe the only teen Slav in Epawell. That better?" She says, shrugging it off and leaning forward in her seat, rubbing her hands together. Her eyes immediately roll up when he mentions the empress, letting out a long sigh, before leaning over to Arkadiy and whispering. "She kinda creeps me out, y'know, with the lack of pupils thing... she looks like one of those little green men you see in crappy sci-fi movies." She clears her throat, and stops whispering, eyebrows hiked up. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better I'd think you kept a scrapbook of pictures of her."

Mabyn flops down on the arm of Ciry's chair, giving Arkadiy a light wave. "Hey, if it isn't... nah, Ciara already said that." She mutters out, seeming a little disappointed. "Meh."

[Barboneia]

"Well technically, there are three Slavs in Iracusia because of my mother and father, you know," he says, smiling. "Eheh... Well, I figured that since it's Friday, I would skip my extended learning period after school and drive around town for a bit. I'm glad my parents bought me that Bent... Bend... Car last month. It drives like a beast! Stylish, too. Like something the empress would drive!" He sighs happily as he mentions her. "Oh, she is so hot, isn't she? I mean, not as hot as you, of course, but she is quite the contender!" Arkadiy opens up the can of soda and takes a sip of it. "I wonder what she looks like in a bathing suit..."

"... Okay, so maybe the only teen Slav in Epawell. That better?" She says, shrugging it off and leaning forward in her seat, rubbing her hands together. Her eyes immediately roll up when he mentions the empress, letting out a long sigh, before leaning over to Arkadiy and whispering. "She kinda creeps me out, y'know, with the lack of pupils thing... she looks like one of those little green men you see in crappy sci-fi movies." She clears her throat, and stops whispering, eyebrows hiked up. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better I'd think you kept a scrapbook of pictures of her."

Mabyn flops down on the arm of Ciry's chair, giving Arkadiy a light wave. "Hey, if it isn't... nah, Ciara already said that." She mutters out, seeming a little disappointed. "Meh."

"I wouldn't keep a scrapbook of her! My parents would kill me if they found out." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "You know how much they hate her, and her regime... My mother would get a heart attack if she know about how I felt towards the empress." He looks at Mabyn and smiles. "Hello, Mabyn! How have you been? Good, I presume?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I wouldn't keep a scrapbook of her! My parents would kill me if they found out." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "You know how much they hate her, and her regime... My mother would get a heart attack if she know about how I felt towards the empress." He looks at Mabyn and smiles. "Hello, Mabyn! How have you been? Good, I presume?"

"Well, to be fair, the fact that you're so... attracted to her is kind of creepy in and of itself..." She mutters awkwardly.

Mabyn snerks. "Yeah, I've been... aight. Just trying to convince the science teacher to let me back in the computer lab again. She doesn't trust me with, y'know... anything. Not my fault I accidentally changed all my grades, y'know?"

Ciara rolls her eyes. "Your fault you got caught, chubster."

Mabyn sticks her tongue out at her sibling and crosses her arms. "Least I'm not a twig."

[Torrocca]

"A lovely evening, ain't it chaps?" a rather splendid, red-coated representative of the British Empire, who was removing his crisp white gloves, remarked to his nearest trailing duo of forest-green wearing grenadier guardsmen, who nodded in response and replied independently of each other, "yes sir." They stopped at the door and took up positions inside of the building on either side of the entrance, while another pair of grenadiers took up rank outside. The diplomat himself merely went to the bar for a drink, with a young man in a grey coat taking a seat beside him while yet another two duos of grenadiers entered and sat themselves at two different tables in the building. The two at the bar begin to strike up a conversation in the meantime.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"A lovely evening, ain't it chaps?" a rather splendid, red-coated representative of the British Empire, who was removing his crisp white gloves, remarked to his nearest trailing duo of forest-green wearing grenadier guardsmen, who nodded in response and replied independently of each other, "yes sir." They stopped at the door and took up positions inside of the building on either side of the entrance, while another pair of grenadiers took up rank outside. The diplomat himself merely went to the bar for a drink, with a young man in a grey coat taking a seat beside him while yet another two duos of grenadiers entered and sat themselves at two different tables in the building. The two at the bar begin to strike up a conversation in the meantime.

Blanche veeeeery slowly squints at Brits, brows hiked way up. "... Are you guys serious? You look like a bunch of fuckin' fruitcakes walking in here like that, wear some normal clothes for crissakes." He says, starting to wash out a coffee mug with the bar rag. What fun.

[Barboneia]

"I wouldn't keep a scrapbook of her! My parents would kill me if they found out." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "You know how much they hate her, and her regime... My mother would get a heart attack if she know about how I felt towards the empress." He looks at Mabyn and smiles. "Hello, Mabyn! How have you been? Good, I presume?"

"Well, to be fair, the fact that you're so... attracted to her is kind of creepy in and of itself..." She mutters awkwardly.

Mabyn snerks. "Yeah, I've been... aight. Just trying to convince the science teacher to let me back in the computer lab again. She doesn't trust me with, y'know... anything. Not my fault I accidentally changed all my grades, y'know?"

Ciara rolls her eyes. "Your fault you got caught, chubster."

Mabyn sticks her tongue out at her sibling and crosses her arms. "Least I'm not a twig."

"Hey, don't talk to your sister like that! She's not a twig! She's... Erm... Like a Pixy Stix! A bit thin, but nice and sweet, too!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Hey, don't talk to your sister like that! She's not a twig! She's... Erm... Like a Pixy Stix! A bit thin, but nice and sweet, too!"

"Oh, it's okay if she calls me chubster, but if I dare call her skinny suddenly it's fire and brimstone. Woo, I better calm down before I call her something horrid like... beanpole." Mabyn myehs.

Ciara crosses her arms and sighs. "Long as I get to call you fatcakes."

Mabyn glares and looks down at the floor. "I'm telling dad."

"Go ahead! See how much he cares."

And thus the sisterly rivalry is established.

[Barboneia]

"Hey, don't talk to your sister like that! She's not a twig! She's... Erm... Like a Pixy Stix! A bit thin, but nice and sweet, too!"

"Oh, it's okay if she calls me chubster, but if I dare call her skinny suddenly it's fire and brimstone. Woo, I better calm down before I call her something horrid like... beanpole." Mabyn myehs.

Ciara crosses her arms and sighs. "Long as I get to call you fatcakes."

Mabyn glares and looks down at the floor. "I'm telling dad."

"Go ahead! See how much he cares."

And thus the sisterly rivalry is established.

"Yes, well, the difference, Maybn, is that I used to date your sister, and yes, I'm still a bit defensive of her. Can you really blame me for that, though?" He folds his arms. "You two should stop being mean to each other in general! It's not nice."

[Torrocca]

"A lovely evening, ain't it chaps?" a rather splendid, red-coated representative of the British Empire, who was removing his crisp white gloves, remarked to his nearest trailing duo of forest-green wearing grenadier guardsmen, who nodded in response and replied independently of each other, "yes sir." They stopped at the door and took up positions inside of the building on either side of the entrance, while another pair of grenadiers took up rank outside. The diplomat himself merely went to the bar for a drink, with a young man in a grey coat taking a seat beside him while yet another two duos of grenadiers entered and sat themselves at two different tables in the building. The two at the bar begin to strike up a conversation in the meantime.

Blanche veeeeery slowly squints at Brits, brows hiked way up. "... Are you guys serious? You look like a bunch of fuckin' fruitcakes walking in here like that, wear some normal clothes for crissakes." He says, starting to wash out a coffee mug with the bar rag. What fun.

To be fair, only the one guy is wearing red. The rest are either in a grey coat or their camouflaged combat gear. "'Least we don't look like savage animals," the red-coated gent quipped, narrowing his eyes at Blanche. "Now... y'all should be civil, huh?" the grey-coated man said in a thick, Texan-like accent, nervously looking between the two of them.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

To be fair, only the one guy is wearing red. The rest are either in a grey coat or their camouflaged combat gear. "'Least we don't look like savage animals," the red-coated gent quipped, narrowing his eyes at Blanche. "Now... y'all should be civil, huh?" the grey-coated man said in a thick, Texan-like accent, nervously looking between the two of them.

"I don't look like a fuckin' savage animal! When the fuck have rabbits ever been savage?! Fuckface!" His face fumes red, and the short Culdranth produces a mallet from his pocket.

Aelwyd throws him off his stepstool and coughs awkwardly. "... Sorry about that, he's having a bad day. Like always."

[Torrocca]

To be fair, only the one guy is wearing red. The rest are either in a grey coat or their camouflaged combat gear. "'Least we don't look like savage animals," the red-coated gent quipped, narrowing his eyes at Blanche. "Now... y'all should be civil, huh?" the grey-coated man said in a thick, Texan-like accent, nervously looking between the two of them.

"I don't look like a fuckin' savage animal! When the fuck have rabbits ever been savage?! Fuckface!" His face fumes red, and the short Culdranth produces a mallet from his pocket.

Aelwyd throws him off his stepstool and coughs awkwardly. "... Sorry about that, he's having a bad day. Like always."

"... Right, then," the man replies, raising an eyebrow as he glanced to where Blanche had been thrown. "Anyway, my friend and I here would like to order your finest tea -" "Whiskey for me, will ya?" the Texan interjects, still looking somewhat nervous. The redcoat coughs and corrects himself, saying, "your finest tea for myself and your finest whiskey for my Texan friend."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"... Right, then," the man replies, raising an eyebrow as he glanced to where Blanche had been thrown. "Anyway, my friend and I here would like to order your finest tea -" "Whiskey for me, will ya?" the Texan interjects, still looking somewhat nervous. The redcoat coughs and corrects himself, saying, "your finest tea for myself and your finest whiskey for my Texan friend."

Aelwyd nods and whacks Blanche with a stick, whistling lazily. "Sounds good... er, Texan, you say? I've never heard of it, is that, like... a Middle American province, or something? Your accent sounds like... you're from the border between Middle America and the Aztecs."

[Torrocca]

"... Right, then," the man replies, raising an eyebrow as he glanced to where Blanche had been thrown. "Anyway, my friend and I here would like to order your finest tea -" "Whiskey for me, will ya?" the Texan interjects, still looking somewhat nervous. The redcoat coughs and corrects himself, saying, "your finest tea for myself and your finest whiskey for my Texan friend."

Aelwyd nods and whacks Blanche with a stick, whistling lazily. "Sounds good... er, Texan, you say? I've never heard of it, is that, like... a Middle American province, or something? Your accent sounds like... you're from the border between Middle America and the Aztecs."

"Uh... y'sir. My great-great-great-great granpaw was one of the first 'Merican settlers in Texas. Stole it right from those Aztecs all right!" the man replies, grinning slightly while removing his brown, leather cowboy hat. "A fun little story to tell your friends, no doubt," the redcoat says, taking off his own tophat and setting it aside on the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Uh... y'sir. My great-great-great-great granpaw was one of the first 'Merican settlers in Texas. Stole it right from those Aztecs all right!" the man replies, grinning slightly while removing his brown, leather cowboy hat. "A fun little story to tell your friends, no doubt," the redcoat says, taking off his own tophat and setting it aside on the bar.

"Last I checked you guys had a little border conflict over it a decade or two ago, right? I wasn't following the news then, too busy letting myself get talked into a relationship by grumparse over here." She motions to Blanche, who places some drinks up on the bar.

"Yes, well, the difference, Maybn, is that I used to date your sister, and yes, I'm still a bit defensive of her. Can you really blame me for that, though?" He folds his arms. "You two should stop being mean to each other in general! It's not nice."

Mabyn sticks her tongue out and myehs again, heading off to the arcade machines.

Ciara snerks. "My dad is still giving me the stink-eye about dating a human, says he doesn't trust you guys, or something. You're one of the most harmless people I know!"

[Torrocca]

"Uh... y'sir. My great-great-great-great granpaw was one of the first 'Merican settlers in Texas. Stole it right from those Aztecs all right!" the man replies, grinning slightly while removing his brown, leather cowboy hat. "A fun little story to tell your friends, no doubt," the redcoat says, taking off his own tophat and setting it aside on the bar.

"Last I checked you guys had a little border conflict over it a decade or two ago, right? I wasn't following the news then, too busy letting myself get talked into a relationship by grumparse over here." She motions to Blanche, who places some drinks up on the bar.

"Yes, well, the difference, Maybn, is that I used to date your sister, and yes, I'm still a bit defensive of her. Can you really blame me for that, though?" He folds his arms. "You two should stop being mean to each other in general! It's not nice."

Mabyn sticks her tongue out and myehs again, heading off to the arcade machines.

Ciara snerks. "My dad is still giving me the stink-eye about dating a human, says he doesn't trust you guys, or something. You're one of the most harmless people I know!"

"Oh, err... wasn't too much from what I know. Those In'jun bastards nicked some folks in Starr county... I think it was the Tate and Jacobs families, as well as some randoms. A few border skirmishes here and there, then a peace treaty... nothing much."

[Barboneia]

"Yes, well, the difference, Maybn, is that I used to date your sister, and yes, I'm still a bit defensive of her. Can you really blame me for that, though?" He folds his arms. "You two should stop being mean to each other in general! It's not nice."

Mabyn sticks her tongue out and myehs again, heading off to the arcade machines.

Ciara snerks. "My dad is still giving me the stink-eye about dating a human, says he doesn't trust you guys, or something. You're one of the most harmless people I know!"

Maybn would find a young, pale, lanky man wearing a bomber jacket curled up against one of the machines, shaking visibly. "Oh god... Oh god... This... This is the 90s, but... But not Sweden? No gauss freighters, no Weezer, none of that... Agh..." Simon went quiet.

"Well, that's silly. How can anyone ever think of getting peace if we can't even trust each other over dumb things? Human, Arkadacian, Culdranth, Homosexual, what does it matter? We're all... Smart, we all deserve the same respect and acceptance, no matter how we may look or act!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Oh, err... wasn't too much from what I know. Those In'jun bastards nicked some folks in Starr county... I think it was the Tate and Jacobs families, as well as some randoms. A few border skirmishes here and there, then a peace treaty... nothing much."

"Coulda sworn it was a pretty nasty guerilla affair, but I dunno. I was in Zhengsal the whole time, we hardly had TV out there."

Maybn would find a young, pale, lanky man wearing a bomber jacket curled up against one of the machines, shaking visibly. "Oh god... Oh god... This... This is the 90s, but... But not Sweden? No gauss freighters, no Weezer, none of that... Agh..." Simon went quiet.

"Well, that's silly. How can anyone ever think of getting peace if we can't even trust each other over dumb things? Human, Arkadacian, Culdranth, Homosexual, what does it matter? We're all... Smart, we all deserve the same respect and acceptance, no matter how we may look or act!"

Mabyn looks at him with an amused expression. "... You okay there, buddy? You look a little pale."

"Tell me about it! How hard is that to friggin' get? But no, we've got an entire country based around doing the exact opposite of getting along with everyone, and then you've got this place where an Iracusian who's been working hard for twenty years still can't get a freaking promotion. It's stupid."