The Banquet Of The Multiverses II (OPEN)

[Venomizia]

“Now that everyone is here, well, mostly, would anyone care to share the situation in their nation? I’m wuite interested in how all of you are faring-“ Virgil asks as he takes another bite from a leg of raptor.

"Of course. The Imperial Consortium, an alliance of several million nations in the multiverse, would wish to grow and develop relations with your red plague of a country. Or possibly have it join the righteous side of history, as we have very exciting plans for the future. But that is all I can say with what can and cannot say outside of the Consortium. So, I, wish to start on technological cooperation, though, Virgil. I caution that what you have to offer to the table of the Consortium as from the incident in the Senyokian Republic, your military is a little outdated when I have encountered the first-hand experience with it." Replied Victor with the slightly suspicious mannered tone of voice.

"Outdated?" Virgil asks looking a little annoyed.

"... Yes, I'll have to admit that. However, I assure you there isn't at least one Venomizian technological marvel that lags behind. I'll have to thank one of my brilliant minds and loyal minister for his personal inventions. For example..." He brings up a remote that turns on a projector. The Image projected seems to be a large space station in constructed.

"We are about to turn the sun into a deadly lazer! Now of course there's a blanket called the 'ozone layer' but I'm sure it'll punch through just fine."

[Higher Japan]

"Of course. The Imperial Consortium, an alliance of several million nations in the multiverse, would wish to grow and develop relations with your red plague of a country. Or possibly have it join the righteous side of history, as we have very exciting plans for the future. But that is all I can say with what can and cannot say outside of the Consortium. So, I, wish to start on technological cooperation, though, Virgil. I caution that what you have to offer to the table of the Consortium as from the incident in the Senyokian Republic, your military is a little outdated when I have encountered the first-hand experience with it." Replied Victor with the slightly suspicious mannered tone of voice.

"Outdated?" Virgil asks looking a little annoyed.

"... Yes, I'll have to admit that. However, I assure you there isn't at least one Venomizian technological marvel that lags behind. I'll have to thank one of my brilliant minds and loyal minister for his personal inventions. For example..." He brings up a remote that turns on a projector. The Image projected seems to be a large space station in constructed.

"We are about to turn the sun into a deadly lazer! Now of course there's a blanket called the 'ozone layer' but I'm sure it'll punch through just fine."

"Hmph, by our standards of course, this is nay but a civil project." The entity lamented, instead of a red aura, a blue aura this time following her and her chains. "Of course, I can simply say that the Consortium is nothing but an anomaly rather, with how do you say, false, nations joining and only a few actually pulling around weight."

[Venomizia]

“So uh. It’s been a while of course. What did we do at the last parties again? All I remember is two people screwing each other and laser swords.”

[Skyhooked]

“So uh. It’s been a while of course. What did we do at the last parties again? All I remember is two people screwing each other and laser swords.”

"As far as I know... periodically something weird happens, and we end up fighting some unfriendly folk. Or just makin' a total mess, which costs shitload of money. Or maybe... strenghtening diplomatic ties. Also, did ya' see Casey? He went towards banquett hall, to handle his munchies from weed, and didn't return yet."-Stan Dixon

[Skylus]

OMG IT'S BACK.

A 6- person jet landed in the courtyard and moments later, a few doors opened and several servants opened the main set of doors to reveal Harold Vixen.
"Hello hello, everyone. I heard there was cake here. How I do love cake."

[Skyhooked]

OMG IT'S BACK.

A 6- person jet landed in the courtyard and moments later, a few doors opened and several servants opened the main set of doors to reveal Harold Vixen.
"Hello hello, everyone. I heard there was cake here. How I do love cake."

"Well, I don't know, partner. Probably our vice president Casey ate it. He smoked too much weed recently... But that's uncertain. Banquett hall is this way, so check out all those snaks yourself. By the way, do ya' wanna some good ol' whiskey? Our, Skyhookedian finest brand."-Stan Dixon

[Skylus]

OMG IT'S BACK.

A 6- person jet landed in the courtyard and moments later, a few doors opened and several servants opened the main set of doors to reveal Harold Vixen.
"Hello hello, everyone. I heard there was cake here. How I do love cake."

"Well, I don't know, partner. Probably our vice president Casey ate it. He smoked too much weed recently... But that's uncertain. Banquett hall is this way, so check out all those snaks yourself. By the way, do ya' wanna some good ol' whiskey? Our, Skyhookedian finest brand."-Stan Dixon

Hello Skyhooked.

Harold looked thoughtful, then nodded.
"Of course. I've wanted to sample so many different kinds of drink. Lead the way, my good man."
Harold ordered his servants back to his jet and walked up to the man and shook his hand.
"Name's Harold. Harold Vixen. Had to get away from my wife for a bit, you see, she's been on nonstop about treaties and laws and the like. Anyhow, to whom am I speaking?"

[Skyhooked]

"Well, I don't know, partner. Probably our vice president Casey ate it. He smoked too much weed recently... But that's uncertain. Banquett hall is this way, so check out all those snaks yourself. By the way, do ya' wanna some good ol' whiskey? Our, Skyhookedian finest brand."-Stan Dixon

Hello Skyhooked.

Harold looked thoughtful, then nodded.
"Of course. I've wanted to sample so many different kinds of drink. Lead the way, my good man."
Harold ordered his servants back to his jet and walked up to the man and shook his hand.
"Name's Harold. Harold Vixen. Had to get away from my wife for a bit, you see, she's been on nonstop about treaties and laws and the like. Anyhow, to whom am I speaking?"

"Oh, damn, forgot to tell ya' mah' name. I am Stan Dixon, a gunslinger, TV host and El Presidente of Skyhooked. And this fine robot is John Walker AI. A totally sapient android. A pinnacle of our technological pride. And we are also here, cause we wanna have a rest from usual council business. Nah, in Skyhooked that's not that tiring. Cause we only take most important decisions, and represent our people. Also, in case of bigger wars, we can lead troops to battle ourselves, and even fight together with them, that raises morale."

-Stan says, as he gives his flask to Harold.-"Also, did ya' see Casey James? Our vice president. He is 21 years old, but really talented. Right now he wears rasta tank top and baggy jeans, and reeks with marijuana, also eats everythig he sees."

[Skylus]

Harold accepted the drink and tasted it as he listened to Stan.
"Seems to me that boy's got a lot of growing up to do."
He examined the robot.
"Hmmm...Interesting."
He then turned back to Stan.
"Come, there must be others here. I've heard about how magnificent this whole area is."

[Skyhooked]

Harold accepted the drink and tasted it as he listened to Stan.
"Seems to me that boy's got a lot of growing up to do."
He examined the robot.
"Hmmm...Interesting."
He then turned back to Stan.
"Come, there must be others here. I've heard about how magnificent this whole area is."

"Yep. Maybe I am gonna find Casey, and see new people too! C'mon, John AI, let's see others."-Stan says, as he proceeds with Harold.

[Venomizia]

“You know what, formal dinner is boring, who is up for murdering those annoying protestors just outside the safety perimeter?!” Virgil asks as he stands up abd grabs his sidearm, a Venomizian-made revolver.

[Skyhooked]

“You know what, formal dinner is boring, who is up for murdering those annoying protestors just outside the safety perimeter?!” Virgil asks as he stands up abd grabs his sidearm, a Venomizian-made revolver.

"Murderin'? Well... what press gonna say, if they catch democratic leader of paragon of freedom, killin' folk for expressin' freedom of speech? Btut what are those protestors up to? Cause if they are some sort of neo-nazi, then it's gonna be okay. But... what is the fun if fightin' those, who can't put up a good fight?"-asks Stan with some suspicion.

[Skylus]

OOC - Wait, what protesters?

[Shwe Tu Colony]

OOC - Wait, what protesters?

OOC: "The chant of a distant protest can be heard..." They've been here for a while.

[Venomizia]

“You know what, formal dinner is boring, who is up for murdering those annoying protestors just outside the safety perimeter?!” Virgil asks as he stands up abd grabs his sidearm, a Venomizian-made revolver.

"Murderin'? Well... what press gonna say, if they catch democratic leader of paragon of freedom, killin' folk for expressin' freedom of speech? Btut what are those protestors up to? Cause if they are some sort of neo-nazi, then it's gonna be okay. But... what is the fun if fightin' those, who can't put up a good fight?"-asks Stan with some suspicion.

"Don't worry. the Venomizian ministry of propaganda can make anyone get away with anything. I'm sure a couple won't hurt you at all. But if you're still not up to it, I suppose there's the nearby swamp filled with game animals."

[The State of Communism]

A large, heavily armored helicopter lands down outside of the place. A man steps out, two armored guards with him, both with guns in their hands. They start walking towards the place, talking. The helicopter flies off afterward.

[Sleet Clans]

"Murderin'? Well... what press gonna say, if they catch democratic leader of paragon of freedom, killin' folk for expressin' freedom of speech? Btut what are those protestors up to? Cause if they are some sort of neo-nazi, then it's gonna be okay. But... what is the fun if fightin' those, who can't put up a good fight?"-asks Stan with some suspicion.

"Don't worry. the Venomizian ministry of propaganda can make anyone get away with anything. I'm sure a couple won't hurt you at all. But if you're still not up to it, I suppose there's the nearby swamp filled with game animals."

''Still, I'm gonna have to agree with the gunslinging anarchist here. Even if this whole thing were covered up, it would not look too good for the leaders of democratic, or partially democratic in my case, nations to go around killing non-violent protesters. Although...''

Resne then turns around, an absolutely demonic grin on his face.

''...I heard something about weed''

[The Rapture Republic]

"Murderin'? Well... what press gonna say, if they catch democratic leader of paragon of freedom, killin' folk for expressin' freedom of speech? Btut what are those protestors up to? Cause if they are some sort of neo-nazi, then it's gonna be okay. But... what is the fun if fightin' those, who can't put up a good fight?"-asks Stan with some suspicion.

"Don't worry. the Venomizian ministry of propaganda can make anyone get away with anything. I'm sure a couple won't hurt you at all. But if you're still not up to it, I suppose there's the nearby swamp filled with game animals."

"Virgil, if the insects of democratic nations would not wish to spill the blood of the innocent. I with my reputation of taking such jobs could precede with the slaughter and your ministry, same with the spineless maggots here, afraid of tainting their name's sake, could blame the deaths on myself for political points and putting spotlight on my presence still in the multiverse, that would help me out.A lot.

If not, I was going to do it anyways, I am quite bored, at the moment.Also, hungry too." Responded Victor, currently located leaning the wall lighting a cigarette smelling of mercury and uranium.

[Venomizia]

“Democra- Oh right... I forgot some of you had that pesky system. My mistake, please ignore what I just said. Anyway, I am planning to bring back the alcohol. Would anyone care for a barrel or two?”

[Skyhooked]

"Me! That's who! I am always pro-drink fella, and can drink ya' all under the table!"-Says Stan Dixon, being excessively self confident. Meanwhile, Casey James appeares near Stan, with a few stains of ketchup, mustard and mayo on his face.-"Dudes... the food is fine. I fixed my munchies, thanks for the banquett, really. What are up to next?"

Meanwhile, John Walker AI got humrous.-"And I thought to practice, and then claim, that I was malfunctioning. Well... "Kill all humans protocols" aborted. Gonna have to live with meatbags. Just kidding."

[Venomizia]

“Good! Vrnomizian stuff is strong! I’m sure you’ll love it.” Virgil then orders servants around to start bringing in barrels of dubiously coloured beer.

[New Aavalon]

Captain Helen Trelane of the 1st Infantry Regiment, in her ceremonial browns arrives just as Virgil orders beer. She bows politely
"Ladies and Gentlemen I must apologise for being late, but an unexpected storm blew in on the Southern Quarters and ports were closed for a week, then I missed the connecting liner to travel here . Still I am here in the end."
She nos towards the barrels.
"I will happily take a pint of that if possible."

[Sleet Clans]

''You get storms? We get those plus tsunamis in the Pacific. And the worst part? It happens every year, so much so that we have invested billions into anti-tidal defense systems which, thankfully, work.'' Resne commented as the captain arrived. He then looked down at the colored beer in his hands, eyes narrowing.

''Do you want people to buy this? If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was poisoned or something''

[Skylus]

OOC- Can Fat Sherbet be brought back?

[Higher Japan]

"With the passing of time, the scars of the past shall reopen worse than ever before." The entity itself lamented as there was some form of screeching and screaming in the background, the reality around them almost breaking down as shards in diamond shapes broke apart and crashed onto the floor.