NS Parliament Life Outside [IC]

[Crylante]

A milkshake bar opens up just outside the Parliament.

[Vedastia]

A milkshake bar opens up just outside the Parliament.

"Do you have coffee flavor?" Carl von Leslie asks.

[Crylante]

A milkshake bar opens up just outside the Parliament.

"Do you have coffee flavor?" Carl von Leslie asks.

“Yes.” answered the 17-year-old student staffing the bar.

[Vedastia]

"Do you have coffee flavor?" Carl von Leslie asks.

“Yes.” answered the 17-year-old student staffing the bar.

I would like one medium coffee-flavored shake, please," von Leslie replied.

[Martune]

“Yes.” answered the 17-year-old student staffing the bar.

I would like one medium coffee-flavored shake, please," von Leslie replied.

"On me. Fancy meeting you here. How's it going?"

Robin throws a few coins on the counter

"Small chocolate. Cream and cherry."

[Vedastia]

I would like one medium coffee-flavored shake, please," von Leslie replied.

"On me. Fancy meeting you here. How's it going?"

Robin throws a few coins on the counter

"Small chocolate. Cream and cherry."

"Quite well," von Leslie responded, "though the power went out at party headquarters for about an hour; it was a blown transformer."

[Agarntrop]

James Penta @RealJamesPenta It is with deep regret that I announce I cannot attend parliament within the 48 hours following 4pm today as I am flying to Sweden to attend a funeral RetweetsFavourites 249 09:48 am - June/8/19

[Mersdon]

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[Mersdon]

(Image) James Penta @RealJamesPenta It's ironic that @Gayasf who has been so outrageous and outspoken is too scared to face up and debate his opponents. What a coward. #NoTo88 RetweetsFavourites 876842 (Image) 00:42 am - June/8/19

Retweeted by Carl von Leslie

Heinz replies to both of them.

Heinz Buckliger @Gayasf I'm guessing that @RealJamesPenta and that man-ape @CarlvonLeslie are only RTing this because they're too afraid to debate me face-to-face? LOL! I accept the 'honorable' @HenryJohnWallstone's challenge, and will support my good friend and colleague @Lancelot in his debate against Wallstone tomorrow. I'll debate all of you pansies. Us two versus you three, one-on-one, in that groovy new milkshake shop across from Parliament. #WallstonevsBuckliger #WallstonevsDarrow #Yesto88 RetweetsFavourites 5,203 retweets9,302 likes 5:51 am - June 8th, 2019

[Mayolagne]

"Hello, how is your morning going Brita?"

"Its going good Andy." Her smile was radiant. I took a seat on the benches that surrounded her small establishment. The sun bore down. I unbuttoned my cuff and rolled my sleeves as I took my seat.

"What would you like?" She asked in a motherly tone.

"Ah you know me Ma, Pepparpotten, Plattbröd, and a glass of Ananasdryck." She chuckled some more. A light heartedness filled the air.

"You got it Andy. It'll be out in a moment." She headed on back to her kitchen. Where her boys did most the most the work.

I sat down and soaked in the sun. Brita's had been open since even I was a kid. I remember coming here for lunch when my mom and dad would bring the family into the capital. Dad always got the Grisfötter. Mom always got the Ras och Torsk. I remember thinking it was crazy to eat the same thing everytime. Now the last 15 years I've been ordering the Pepperpotten. I didn't know if she knew just the right amount of cinnamon, or how she did the Cassareep. Something was just so punchy about those flavors. Reminded me the most of my grandmothers cooking.

The food was probably the hardest part of living in Sweden. It was all very bland or strong in all the wrong way. Here it was just perfect. It had the right flavors all in a perfect mix that could only come from so many years of doing what she does.

The clear, cloudless sky let the sun bore down in it's full embrace. Eventually Brita brought the food over.

"I put some pickled scotch bonnets, just like you like." We laughed and I thanked her.

[Crylante]

I would like one medium coffee-flavored shake, please," von Leslie replied.

"On me. Fancy meeting you here. How's it going?"

Robin throws a few coins on the counter

"Small chocolate. Cream and cherry."

“Yes.” answered the 17-year-old student staffing the bar.

I would like one medium coffee-flavored shake, please," von Leslie replied.

"Coming right up." announced the student, trying to give a cheery tone when he just couldn't be bothered at the moment. While the job was monotonous, working in a bar so close to the Parliament meant he was able to hear all the goings on and gossip about St Hildan politics before the rest of the world.

However, if those fascists in the PFNS were to come into the shop, he might have to give them a milkshake in the British way...

[Thermodolia]

A milkshake bar opens up just outside the Parliament.

Karl and just walked out of the now adjourned parliament to find that a milkshake bar had just recently opened up. “I’ll have one chocolate milkshake, please”

[Agarntrop]

James Penta @RealJamesPenta @Gayasf I absolutely will debate you. This Monday perhaps?#Bringiton #NoTo88 #PentavBucklinger RetweetsFavourites 1,264984 02:37 pm - June/8/19

[Martune]

"On me. Fancy meeting you here. How's it going?"

Robin throws a few coins on the counter

"Small chocolate. Cream and cherry."

"Quite well," von Leslie responded, "though the power went out at party headquarters for about an hour; it was a blown transformer."

"Coming right up." announced the student, trying to give a cheery tone when he just couldn't be bothered at the moment. While the job was monotonous, working in a bar so close to the Parliament meant he was able to hear all the goings on and gossip about St Hildan politics before the rest of the world.

However, if those fascists in the PFNS were to come into the shop, he might have to give them a milkshake in the British way...

"Thank you sir, here, keep a little dinero as gratitude."

Robin slides the student a stack of coins.

"So what do you think of our new speaker. So bold to convene a convention like that on her own."

[Crylante]

A milkshake bar opens up just outside the Parliament.

Karl and just walked out of the now adjourned parliament to find that a milkshake bar had just recently opened up. “I’ll have one chocolate milkshake, please”

The student entered the order into the till and asked for payment. "We have contactless..."

"Quite well," von Leslie responded, "though the power went out at party headquarters for about an hour; it was a blown transformer."

"Coming right up." announced the student, trying to give a cheery tone when he just couldn't be bothered at the moment. While the job was monotonous, working in a bar so close to the Parliament meant he was able to hear all the goings on and gossip about St Hildan politics before the rest of the world.

However, if those fascists in the PFNS were to come into the shop, he might have to give them a milkshake in the British way...

"Thank you sir, here, keep a little dinero as gratitude."

Robin slides the student a stack of coins.

"So what do you think of our new speaker. So bold to convene a convention like that on her own."

The student took the coins. He was saving up for a new phone to replace the old Nokia his parents got him at about ten or eleven.

[Rebels and Saints]

Lance stepped into the milkshake shop, breathing in the sugary smell. He wasn't altogether a fan of milkshakes, but the atmosphere was nice.

Lance had avoided drinking any wine or using any other substances that might cloud his thinking during the debate. His mind was sharp, and he was ready to fight. Verbally, of course, though, knowing Wallstone, it might not stay that way too long.

He took a seat at a table.

(OOC: I'm ready to debate when convenient.)

[Crylante]

The student sighed in disgust as the fascist walked into the shop. It was a shame the manager had said he couldn’t deny service to customers based on their political affiliations.

Yet, he was in luck. A girl he knew from school cycled past the shop on her paper round had come in a minute prior. Before he could get down the order, the girl picked up the sour Skittles milkshake she had ordered, taken off the lid and chucked the drink in the general direction of Lance. The student smiled.

[Rebels and Saints]

The student sighed in disgust as the fascist walked into the shop. It was a shame the manager had said he couldn’t deny service to customers based on their political affiliations.

Yet, he was in luck. A girl he knew from school cycled past the shop on her paper round had come in a minute prior. Before he could get down the order, the girl picked up the sour Skittles milkshake she had ordered, taken off the lid and chucked the drink in the general direction of Lance. The student smiled.

Lance frowned as he felt the impact of the drink on his side. He frowned, not sure whether he found it humorous or upsetting. He looked up at the girl who had thrown it. "Godamn you, girl. You've probably stained it now."

He stood up, wiping what remained of the milkshake off. Under normal circumstances, he would've returned home to change into a different suit, but he expected Henry to arrive at any moment. He didn't have time.

He sat down, trying to not pay attention to the cold, wet fabric pressed against his skin. What an unpleasant morning. "I'll be sure to get a law passed prohibiting the throwing of milkshakes at other people," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

He laughed, then, as he did at everything. This girl had stood up for what she believed in, and that he could respect. Hopefully next time she'd do something a little more impactful than throwing her drink at someone, though.

Still, she hardly deserved to lose out on a perfectly good milkshake for fighting for her cause.

He pulled our a checkbook from his pocket, wrote out a simple check and walked to the counter, handing it to the highschool-aged boy who was standing there. "Give her one. The same as her first."

He turned and returned to his table, waiting once more for Mr. Wallstone.

[Crylante]

The student at the bar was confused, but did as the man asked.

[The World Capitalist Confederation]

Henry Wallstone walked in, never having eaten at such a cheap...well, you can't really call it a restaurant, can you? He walked up to the milkshake bar...

"I'd like an edible gold milkshake, 22 carat, and 2 slices of luxury red velvet cake." Henry ordered his milkshake and cake, as though it was completely normal to order an edible gold milkshake and red velvet cake at a restaurant.

"We're not some fancy restaurant, we're just a milkshake- Hang on a minute..." The man serving him said, almost hyperventilating in shock.

"You're...you're-" The man continued, still in shock.

"We do serve expensive milkshakes and cake here- Wait, isn't that Henry Wallstone?" Another man said, coming by, almost as much in shock as the first man.

"Yes, it is. Now, how much is it? My old friend over there has already, ermm....drank his milkshake using his hair, or at least is attempting to."

"That'll be 995 krone, sir." The second man replied, still trembling slightly.

Henry took out a 1000 krone bill and placed it on the table, telling them to keep the change.

He went over to Lance's table, whilst the men stared at him.

"Hey, don't look at me weirdly, you're the one drinking a milkshake using things that are definitely not your mouth." He said to Lance, gesturing at the milkshake stains on his body.

[Mersdon]

Heinz Buckliger walked in in a powder blue suit and black tie, stared at the mess, and spoke on his phone. "Hey Nigel, sorry bud. I'll have to call you back later; something just came up." He put his hand on his holstered pistol (which he had a license for from the government as an MP), and helped Lance up. "Hey. What happened to you?" he said, wiping the man off, having grabbed a towel from the counter. He sat down as he watched Lance deal with the situation, and as another employee began to mop the mess the girl'd made. He chuckled, realizing that he was about to overreact. "That's not the best start to the debate, is it? I can ask my driver to get a spare suit from my car, if you'd like." he said, nursing his latte.

[Rebels and Saints]

Lance chuckled. "No, I'm fine, thank you. I will wear this symbol of what the people think of me with pride."

He turned to Henry. "Now, good sir, our debate may begin."

[Crylante]

The student at the bar sat down and got out his laptop. Nobody was at the counter after the NPP senator had decided to flaunt his wealth to the clientèle of the bar, he needed to get a History essay written and he also needed a distraction from the increased concentration of far-right figures in the bar.

His friend had left, so there was no chance of more milkshaking, but he sent her a text simply saying "Thanks."

[The World Capitalist Confederation]

Heinz Buckliger walked in in a powder blue suit and black tie, stared at the mess, and spoke on his phone. "Hey Nigel, sorry bud. I'll have to call you back later; something just came up." He put his hand on his holstered pistol (which he had a license for from the government as an MP), and helped Lance up. "Hey. What happened to you?" he said, wiping the man off, having grabbed a towel from the counter. He sat down as he watched Lance deal with the situation, and as another employee began to mop the mess the girl'd made. He chuckled, realizing that he was about to overreact. "That's not the best start to the debate, is it? I can ask my driver to get a spare suit from my car, if you'd like." he said, nursing his latte.

"Your gun reminds me..." Henry bolted to his car, grabbing his custom-made VB12. The VB12 was a powerful pistol, with a sleek, modern shape. It is light and (in the case of government guns and Henry's gun) sometimes made of titanium/other steel substitutes, in order to pass through metal detectors and prevent detection. It is a stealthy and hidden gun, used by intelligence services and police since 1992. It is sometimes given a camouflage casing to hide it even more. It costs about $4,500 a piece, making it hard for the average citizen to buy it. Some say the gun should be regulated, as there are recent examples of terrorists using it to great effect. Henry's gun, specifically, has unique grey camouflage, with the addition of an internal silencer, and is made of pure diamond.

He went back into the store, drinking his edible gold milkshake with the cake. Many stared at his unusual - and expensive - choice of food and drink. Nonetheless, he enjoyed it.

[The World Capitalist Confederation]

Lance chuckled. "No, I'm fine, thank you. I will wear this symbol of what the people think of me with pride."

He turned to Henry. "Now, good sir, our debate may begin."

"I'd normally start with your economics, but I'll save the blitzkrieg of blood for last. Our first topic shall be globalisation. I am personally in favour of globalisation. In fact, there is nobody that ought to be against it. Poverty is falling across the world, new trade opportunities for resources opened up, the global economy became more interlinked and trade began to boom. Globalisation is the beginning of a new political era, of one of unlimited prosperity and wealth. There may be a few bumps, like 2008, but that only happened because the government and anti-globalists need to get out of the way! Those who stand against globalisation with their closed borders and their refusal to sign trade treaties shall face our tanks and our guns. A new world is coming, and all of you need to get out of our way!"