Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT]

[Greater Orensta]

Ysabel bumps into the Cowboy "S-sorry!"

The Cowboy turns around. "Nothing to be sorry for Ma'am. If anything I should apologize for not paying attention."

"Really no.. it was me.." She smiled

[Torrocca]

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"You credit the Frida family! I take It your province has the Latin Right?" Her wineglass is now half-full.
OOC: ((Hiii TNEL!))

"Oh, I see our miscommunication. My given name is Frida. My surname is Orton."

The "Russian" points his finger at the German-speaker rather aggressively, snarling, "I am NOT Russian! I am Torrossiyan! I am Torrikovich Aleksandr Vetrov, king of the Torrossiyans and guardian of the people!"

"My apologies."

He stares down the German for a bit, then sighs and says, "it's fine. I'm just being hunted down by a bunch of idiots who think I'm Russian. It's annoying, you know?"

[Derpopollissss]

The Cowboy turns around. "Nothing to be sorry for Ma'am. If anything I should apologize for not paying attention."

"Really no.. it was me.." She smiled

The Cowboy laughed, "No need to blame yourself Miss! Again, sorry about our little collision."

[Khasinkonia]

"Oh, I see our miscommunication. My given name is Frida. My surname is Orton."
"My apologies."

He stares down the German for a bit, then sighs and says, "it's fine. I'm just being hunted down by a bunch of idiots who think I'm Russian. It's annoying, you know?"

"Ah, I understand. Some people sink I'm a Nazi, ven I actually prefer East Germany. Ze struggle is real."

[Crurnlark]

He resumes drinking. "What a lovely day it is."

"You want an excuse to run or jog? How about I give you one? I'll do it with you. Or chase you. Either way, you're moving."

Reg blanched. "How... kind of you to offer." She looked at Crysal's body, sizing her up. "Wouldn't be very fair though, every two of your strides is three of mine."

The man instinctively pets it, before looking down at it and gasping. That certainly woke him up. "Whoa, what the heck?"

It playfully pressed it's head further into his hand, making satisfied clicking noises.

[Fvaarniimar]

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"You credit the Frida family! I take It your province has the Latin Right?" Her wineglass is now half-full.
OOC: ((Hiii TNEL!))

"Oh, I see our miscommunication. My given name is Frida. My surname is Orton."
"My apologies."

"Gallic customs are strange! Marcus Aurelius Lucilius is my father, so I am Aurelia Lucilia. Some call me Longina, however." Smirking, she stands, stretching her legs. "Long" is right: Aurelia is six feet tall, and wiry to boot!

OOC@TNEL:((Fancy indeed. It's less intimidating without 8,000 threads so I figured I'd give it a shot. And then I figured out a character!))

[UIJ]

He stares down the German for a bit, then sighs and says, "it's fine. I'm just being hunted down by a bunch of idiots who think I'm Russian. It's annoying, you know?"

"Ah, I understand. Some people sink I'm a Nazi, ven I actually prefer East Germany. Ze struggle is real."

"What about North Germany?"

"I'm sorry."

[Greater Orensta]

"Really no.. it was me.." She smiled

The Cowboy laughed, "No need to blame yourself Miss! Again, sorry about our little collision."

"Well, do you want a drink or anything?"

[Barboneia]

The man instinctively pets it, before looking down at it and gasping. That certainly woke him up. "Whoa, what the heck?"

It playfully pressed it's head further into his hand, making satisfied clicking noises.

He looked quite confused but didn't seem to react any further. "Weird..."

[Torrocca]

He stares down the German for a bit, then sighs and says, "it's fine. I'm just being hunted down by a bunch of idiots who think I'm Russian. It's annoying, you know?"

"Ah, I understand. Some people sink I'm a Nazi, ven I actually prefer East Germany. Ze struggle is real."

"Ah, yeah, that sucks alright." Torr takes a small pause, then chuckles to say, "I remember those days of the war. Your government was evil as all hell, but your people fought bravely still. It's nice to see what Germany is today."

[Arkadacia]

Reg blanched. "How... kind of you to offer." She looked at Crysal's body, sizing her up. "Wouldn't be very fair though, every two of your strides is three of mine."

"I'll make it a little more fair. I'll walk slowly after you." She says, crossing her arms.

[Khasinkonia]

"Oh, I see our miscommunication. My given name is Frida. My surname is Orton."
"My apologies."

"Gallic customs are strange! Marcus Aurelius Lucilius is my father, so I am Aurelia Lucilia. Some call me Longina, however." Smirking, she stands, stretching her legs. "Long" is right: Aurelia is six feet tall, and wiry to boot!

OOC@TNEL:((Fancy indeed. It's less intimidating without 8,000 threads so I figured I'd give it a shot. And then I figured out a character!))

"I understand. Our normal format in official documents is given name, then surname, but many of our Asian provinces have it in a different format. It's all a matter of culture I suppose."

"Ah, I understand. Some people sink I'm a Nazi, ven I actually prefer East Germany. Ze struggle is real."

"What about North Germany?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ostdeutschland. Ostdeutschland! The soviet Germany."

[Crurnlark]

He looked quite confused but didn't seem to react any further. "Weird..."

And then the massive spider began crawling on him, making its way to his lap. Its weight hanging off his pants as it climbed might have led him to believe the creature was anywhere from 30 to 50 pounds in its current form.

"I'll make it a little more fair. I'll walk slowly after you." She says, crossing her arms.

Reg still looked up at the imposing beast-woman, concerned. "Thank you for your generous offer..." she started, unsure how to refuse her. "Can I ask why you offered?"

[Arkadacia]

"Gallic customs are strange! Marcus Aurelius Lucilius is my father, so I am Aurelia Lucilia. Some call me Longina, however." Smirking, she stands, stretching her legs. "Long" is right: Aurelia is six feet tall, and wiry to boot!

OOC@TNEL:((Fancy indeed. It's less intimidating without 8,000 threads so I figured I'd give it a shot. And then I figured out a character!))

(Glad to hear it. ^.^ I figured it there were going to be any positives out of this, it'd at least be seeing some fresh talent coming F7's way for once. ... it was getting a bit stagnant towards the end there.)

Reg still looked up at the imposing beast-woman, concerned. "Thank you for your generous offer..." she started, unsure how to refuse her. "Can I ask why you offered?"

"Boredom, of course."

[Khasinkonia]

"Ah, I understand. Some people sink I'm a Nazi, ven I actually prefer East Germany. Ze struggle is real."

"Ah, yeah, that sucks alright." Torr takes a small pause, then chuckles to say, "I remember those days of the war. Your government was evil as all hell, but your people fought bravely still. It's nice to see what Germany is today."

"Where I'm from, Germany collapsed after the EU collapsed, and much of it was incorporated into the Fascistisk State. Many Germans, including my family, fled during the German Diaspora. My family fled to the Baltic Commonwealth, which formed during the dying days of the EU as a way to protect against aggressive Russian foreign policy."
*takes a swig of beer*
"Soon after, the BC joined the People's Parliamentary Confederacy of Khasinkonia, which began as a union between the Celtic Union, and the Icelando-Greenlandic Federation."

[Derpopollissss]

The Cowboy laughed, "No need to blame yourself Miss! Again, sorry about our little collision."

"Well, do you want a drink or anything?"

He nods, "That sounds wonderful, but the drinks are on me."

[Crurnlark]

"Boredom, of course."

Reg nods, understanding. "Yeah, boredom can do that to a person..." She paused, reflecting on the conversation so far. "If you're chasing me, that means I have a reason to run away." She stares up at Crysal. "What happens when you catch me?"

[Greater Orensta]

"Well, do you want a drink or anything?"

He nods, "That sounds wonderful, but the drinks are on me."

"It would have been fine either way"

[Fvaarniimar]

"Gallic customs are strange! Marcus Aurelius Lucilius is my father, so I am Aurelia Lucilia. Some call me Longina, however." Smirking, she stands, stretching her legs. "Long" is right: Aurelia is six feet tall, and wiry to boot!

OOC@TNEL:((Fancy indeed. It's less intimidating without 8,000 threads so I figured I'd give it a shot. And then I figured out a character!))

"I understand. Our normal format in official documents is given name, then surname, but many of our Asian provinces have it in a different format. It's all a matter of culture I suppose."

"What about North Germany?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ostdeutschland. Ostdeutschland! The soviet Germany."

"You have...um...I didn't know the Germanic people had an empire! It extends into Asia? Well - I suppose that makes sense. Roman territories are often near coasts. You would expand over the land?"

[Derpopollissss]

He nods, "That sounds wonderful, but the drinks are on me."

"It would have been fine either way"

He shakes his head, "It's the least I can do." He walks her over to the bar. "Anything you want in particular?"

[Danceria]

The young man emerged from a shower stall, well refreshed, shaved, and with a spotless and attractive bright blue tuxedo.

[Arkadacia]

"Boredom, of course."

Reg nods, understanding. "Yeah, boredom can do that to a person..." She paused, reflecting on the conversation so far. "If you're chasing me, that means I have a reason to run away." She stares up at Crysal. "What happens when you catch me?"

Crysal shrugged, simply. "... I'm not going to kill you or anything. I may just simply pick you up and throw you into a lake instead. Assuming you can swim."

[Crurnlark]

The young man emerged from a shower stall, well refreshed, shaved, and with a spotless and attractive bright blue tuxedo.

Spock took care to mention that he's still crazy.

Crysal shrugged, simply. "... I'm not going to kill you or anything. I may just simply pick you up and throw you into a lake instead. Assuming you can swim."

Reg took an anxious breath, and put a finger up. "Alright, one second!"
She rummaged underneath the bar, stealing her second beer in a row. "Can't ever find how to pay for these, anyway. Like they want us to steal them." Beer in hand, she heads back to Crysal. "Ready when you are."

[Barboneia]

He looked quite confused but didn't seem to react any further. "Weird..."

And then the massive spider began crawling on him, making its way to his lap. Its weight hanging off his pants as it climbed might have led him to believe the creature was anywhere from 30 to 50 pounds in its current form.

The man looked horrified, staring down at the creature. He looked quite uncomfortable, and attempted to push the creature off.

[UIJ]

"Well, it's been nice, but Military Week starts today, so I better get going."