The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Trans-Uralia]

Ambassador Yakiv was already on his 5th pint by this point, he looked up at the pre-match pre-commentary commentary and had not only slurred a decently long rant in his native tongue about God knows what but had even started to sing (albeit poorly) Uralian sports songs in support of a team he himself wasn’t sure was even at the World Cup.

[Heidgaudr]

Trevanyika's gaze follows Winslow out the window and, even through the haze of her intoxication, catches on the unmistakable flash of artillery beyond the horizon. "Oh, it's happening! Finally...I was about to send myself to the inhfimurry again. Hey, hey, why dohn I hear concrete being blown apart? Whatabout the smell of asbestos 'n' blood mixing 'n rubble? Don't tell me your attack got nullified? That's fucking disappointing, is what...I need a drink. Neville!"

After waiting several minutes for Neville not to give her more alcohol, Trevanyika gets to her feet and slides down the bar toward where the disembodied voice originated. "Hey, wise guy! Whodoyathinkya are makin' promises like that? Yaoughtabe ashamed of yourself."

"Hey, where'sh you going? I wazzunt done talking tooo you." He tries to stand up, but his knees buckle to the slightest amount of weight. The Heidgaudrian ambassador crumples to the floor, glass still firmly in one hand and now-extinguished cigar in the other.

"I'mma ... I'mma ..." His eyes begin to droop. "Jusht gonna shleep here."

[Wallenburg]

"Hey, where'sh you going? I wazzunt done talking tooo you." He tries to stand up, but his knees buckle to the slightest amount of weight. The Heidgaudrian ambassador crumples to the floor, glass still firmly in one hand and now-extinguished cigar in the other.

"I'mma ... I'mma ..." His eyes begin to droop. "Jusht gonna shleep here."

At the sound of Trelstad's body hitting the floor, Trevanyika turns around. "Blood and bloody...you hold your drink worse than me! Mmh, I can't just have you collapsed like that. Come here."

Sliding back down the bar, she drops onto her knees next to Trelstad. "Yeah, your arm over my shoulder. MMM, you're a heavy fucker! Hey, don't you dare sleep on me. Don't...aw, fuck it."

She lets the Heidgaudrian back down to the floor. With a dull knock her head rests against the bar as she takes a breather. "Whaddaya think that football match is about? Seems it must be awfully important if those folks are betting money on it."

[Heidgaudr]

At the sound of Trelstad's body hitting the floor, Trevanyika turns around. "Blood and bloody...you hold your drink worse than me! Mmh, I can't just have you collapsed like that. Come here."

Sliding back down the bar, she drops onto her knees next to Trelstad. "Yeah, your arm over my shoulder. MMM, you're a heavy fucker! Hey, don't you dare sleep on me. Don't...aw, fuck it."

She lets the Heidgaudrian back down to the floor. With a dull knock her head rests against the bar as she takes a breather. "Whaddaya think that football match is about? Seems it must be awfully important if those folks are betting money on it."

Janus Vílvotr entered the bar and was greeted with the image of Trevanyika trying - and failing - to lift his boss. As Asgeir falls back down to the floor, Janus walks over. "The food court's done a number on ya since coming here. I know it's devilishly delicious, but gods above you really let yourself go."

He picks up the empty glass and sets it on the bar counter. He slaps Asgeir on the cheek to wake him but to no avail. Janus shakes his head and puts his mouth inches from the ambassador's ear.

"The Alorns are invading! It's a second Incursion! Grab your rifle and repel the enemy forces!"

Asgeir bolted awake. "DIE YOU CAPITALIST PIGDOGS! I'LL BURY YOU JUST LIKE MY DADDY DID IN '47! YOU CAN TAKE MY LIFE, BUT YOU'LL NEVER TAKE MY UNION MEMBERSHIP!"

The ambassador looks around and is greeted by blank stars or complete disinterest. Embarrassed at his outburst, he tries to play it off cool. "So, how about that sportsball game, eh?"

"Get ahold of yourself, man! We've got bills to write!" Janus grabs Asgeir by the collar and pulls him to his feet. "Never in my life have I seen such a bad drunk!" After some more bickering, the two finally exit the bar.

[Islead Medenes]

“Hey Long John Silver,” Chiara called out to Thomas, eyeing his money anxiously. “Want in on a bet? How’ll about fifty Eduards in cold hard cash that say the Sex Worker Protections Act bests 75% support? You wanna bet the under? Anybody else want in?”

Thomas chuckles. "I guess I'd be in on that. Better money than I'd hope to make at home. Any idea the exchange rate on Eduards to Silv?"

[The Pechenegs]

All of a fvcking sudden, horse archers appear

"Got a good drink?" asks the leader of the 500 horse achers, and the delegation says that the resolution will probably be a failure or pass at 63%.

[Islead Medenes]

"Got a good drink?"

"The lager's not too shabby. Kind of a walnut aftertaste."

[Unibot III]

“Hey Long John Silver,” Chiara called out to Thomas, eyeing his money anxiously. “Want in on a bet? How’ll about fifty Eduards in cold hard cash that say the Sex Worker Protections Act bests 75% support? You wanna bet the under? Anybody else want in?”

Thomas chuckles. "I guess I'd be in on that. Better money than I'd hope to make at home. Any idea the exchange rate on Eduards to Silv?"

“340 Silv,” said Chiara unnervingly fast before returning to her margarita with a slight eye twitch.

She called out “Fifteen hours till closing line! Who else wants in? Over/under three-fourths.”

All of a fvcking sudden, horse archers appear

"Got a good drink?" asks the leader of the 500 horse achers, and the delegation says that the resolution will probably be a failure or pass at 63%.

Chiara jotted down the Pechenegs for the under, nodding approvingly. Privately, she had concerns that she had bet on the wrong side.

[Ainocra]

The Supreme Marshal of Ainocra awakens at his table in the bar having no idea how he arrived there. Sitting up he rubs sleep from his one good eye and peers around the room.
"Neville! Scotch, Neat!" Upon receiving his drink he muses softly to himself "I was arguing with a Princess, and now I'm here." Tossing his drink off he shrugs. "If it was important she'll come argue again."

[Islead Medenes]

“340 Silv,” said Chiara unnervingly fast before returning to her margarita with a slight eye twitch.
~
Privately, she had concerns that she had bet on the wrong side.

Thomas grinned enthusiastically. That would be rent on his posh little apartment paid for the month.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he checked it he blanched. "Son of a.... Well, I'm glad that this bet is happening when it is. I might not have a job this time next month."

[Unibot III]

“340 Silv,” said Chiara unnervingly fast before returning to her margarita with a slight eye twitch.
~
Privately, she had concerns that she had bet on the wrong side.

Thomas grinned enthusiastically. That would be rent on his posh little apartment paid for the month.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he checked it he blanched. "Son of a.... Well, I'm glad that this bet is happening when it is. I might not have a job this time next month."

As the vote turned sour for the resolution, Chiara came to the realization she would owe Thomas her fifty Eduards and her gaze turned dour and despondent.

She flagged Jimmie down for some shots, and slumped back in her chair.

OOC: You took the under! You’re rich! Your earnings are split with the Pechenegs - 25 Eduards each.

[Islead Medenes]

Thomas grinned enthusiastically. That would be rent on his posh little apartment paid for the month.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he checked it he blanched. "Son of a.... Well, I'm glad that this bet is happening when it is. I might not have a job this time next month."

As the vote turned sour for the resolution, Chiara came to the realization she would owe Thomas her fifty Eduards and her gaze turned dour and despondent.

She flagged Jimmie down for some shots, and slumped back in her chair.

OOC: You took the under! You’re rich! Your earnings are split with the Pechenegs - 25 Eduards each.

The tired-looking Minister of Relations noticed the grim turn of mood. "Hey, at least you'll still have a job. I'm pretty sure our Prime Minister is going to get sacked at the next election, and if he does I'm through."

OOC: yay!!! Though I'm not counting the chickens before they hatch in 4 days.

[Simone Republic]

The Bear orders another whiskey, and says to Neville, "may be you want to take a look at the draft I wrote
on the SC side commending you, Violet and other staff for your hard work. And, of course, for all the free drinks."

[Unibot III]

“I bet 200 Eduards on ‘Marriage and Custody Act’ passing with more than 80%! Anyone want in on the under?” called out Chiara to the rest of the bar.

She nursed a daiquiri and scanned the pub’s patrons with tired, anxious eyes.

No one really knew what the Unibotian ambassador did in a day, it’s not as though Unibot ever drafted anything (good heavens), yet she was always tired and restless.

As she downed the last of her daiquri, she sensed she was being watched and turned around only to find her father and mother scowling.

She spit her drink out, shrieking as she fell off her barstool in pure terror.

“CHIARA OMOLARA BRIGID MONTEBELLO!!” yelled her mother, Zainab.

“What is happening?? How did you get in here??” said Chiara, sobbing from the floor.

“Your father worked very hard to pay for your law school fees, your rent, your food,” said her mother, as Chiara’s father, Matteo jr. nodded sternly, “he worked hard to provide!! And I—I have given you everything! From birth itself! My time!! My money!! You would not even be here if I had not asked Ms. Marguerite to hire you. And this is how you repay us!???? Embarrass your father’s good name? Drink all your money?? Bet it on silly card games!!”

“MUM, HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE??” screamed Chiara, red-faced and teary-eyed.

“You invited us for Thanksgiving, don’t you remember?” said Matteo jr., “You may have also have forgotten that black sedan you sold for cash was MY car.”

[Simone Republic]

“I bet 200 Eduards on ‘Marriage and Custody Act’ passing with more than 80%! Anyone want in on the under?” called out Chiara to the rest of the bar.

She nursed a daiquiri and scanned the pub’s patrons with tired, anxious eyes.

No one really knew what the Unibotian ambassador did in a day, it’s not as though Unibot ever drafted anything (good heavens), yet she was always tired and restless.

The Bear exchanged some gold for 200 Eduards to take up the bet on the other side.

[Simone Republic]

Hopping over to 3WB on the Security Council side. Be right back.

[Unibot III]

“I bet 200 Eduards on ‘Marriage and Custody Act’ passing with more than 80%! Anyone want in on the under?” called out Chiara to the rest of the bar.

She nursed a daiquiri and scanned the pub’s patrons with tired, anxious eyes.

No one really knew what the Unibotian ambassador did in a day, it’s not as though Unibot ever drafted anything (good heavens), yet she was always tired and restless.

The Bear exchanged some gold for 200 Eduards to take up the bet on the other side.

The sky was dark and the wind began to roar. Rattling with each gust, the (recently replaced) stained glass window gave the impression it might burst at any moment.

A chyron “HURRICANE CAIN CANES COAST!” was superimposed over live footage of the General Assembly voting floor.

Looking ever more despondent, Chiara slapped 200 Eduards in front of her fellow ambassador, not waiting for the vote to conclude, before returning to her daiquiri.

“Just my luck,” said Chiara.

Shortly thereafter, the lights went out.

It was pitch dark (the usual fireplace hadn’t been lit due to the hurricane).

There were a few murmurs, and some gasps and curse words as patrons reacted. What now? she thought. Had the power ever gone out before?

“Does anyone have a light?… or WiFi…? Or .. cell reception?” Chiara called out.

[Improper Classifications]

A man stumbles in.

"What's this? Drinks? Good. I haven't had a good bottle of whiskey in a long time."

He sits down.

[Lounarei]

And, what seems like a rabbit-like... Humanoid? Walks in doors flung open as she walks forward to the stools.

"Alright listen up. If somehow de fiff fucken submission of dat annoyingly bad repeal of HRT availability makes it to de voting quorum unlike de last handful of attempts, I owe everyone in dis bar a drink. Because if it's even considered dat valid to begin wif, let alone possibly pass I feel like we all need one."

[Islead Medenes]

Thomas Shaw counts out a few more of the heavy silver coins from his pocket and plops them on the bar to pay his tab. "It's been an honor drinking with you all, but alas I lost the election for Minister of Relations. The new guy will be placing some votes remotely for a bit, but should arrive in November. Good luck, and-" here Thomas gestures to Chiara- "thanks for the fun wagers. Til we meet again!"

[Serdequre]

As the sad and despondent group of five Toonelan representatives, the youngest of them looking the most glum while they carried on a murmured discussion of the mysterious laws of the multiverse which warranted their mission's departure from the World Assembly, slowly made their way to the bar's exit, leaving customary farewells to those they had met over the course of their duties, a single figure coincidentally made his way into the bar.

Of course, with the lights (presumably) still out, not many would get a full look at this new arrival. Those that did saw a rugged looking humanoid, probably a bit over two meters tall, with slightly elongated ears, elaborate, colorful fins in various hues (predominantly of yellow), gills, a bat-like arrangement of wings extending from their arms, and, most strangely, seven distinct eyes surrounding a narrow nose. Atop his head was a bronze circlet, upon his body a simple shirt of white silk that had seen better days and pair of leather trousers, and on his face an obvious frown. It all might add up to something resembling at least appreciable to most humanoid eyes if he didn't look so disheveled.

Jang Er did not want to be in this unexpectedly poorly lit place, but the Captain-General had agreed with everyone else that the fleet had to send someone to the World Assembly after the nation's application to join had been accepted, and the bar (he assumed) was probably the most tolerable of the facilities provided.

Nodding once at the departing Thomas Shaw and the Toonelans as they left, Jang made his way forward, considering what to drink while trying not to inadvertently knock over denizens with senses less adapted to the very low light.

[Simone Republic]

As the sad and despondent group of five Toonelan representatives, the youngest of them looking the most glum while they carried on a murmured discussion of the mysterious laws of the multiverse which warranted their mission's departure from the World Assembly, slowly made their way to the bar's exit, leaving customary farewells to those they had met over the course of their duties, a single figure coincidentally made his way into the bar.

Of course, with the lights (presumably) still out, not many would get a full look at this new arrival. Those that did saw a rugged looking humanoid, probably a bit over two meters tall, with slightly elongated ears, elaborate, colorful fins in various hues (predominantly of yellow), gills, a bat-like arrangement of wings extending from their arms, and, most strangely, seven distinct eyes surrounding a narrow nose. Atop his head was a bronze circlet, upon his body a simple shirt of white silk that had seen better days and pair of leather trousers, and on his face an obvious frown. It all might add up to something resembling at least appreciable to most humanoid eyes if he didn't look so disheveled.

Jang Er did not want to be in this unexpectedly poorly lit place, but the Captain-General had agreed with everyone else that the fleet had to send someone to the World Assembly after the nation's application to join had been accepted, and the bar (he assumed) was probably the most tolerable of the facilities provided.

Nodding once at the departing Thomas Shaw and the Toonelans as they left, Jang made his way forward, considering what to drink while trying not to inadvertently knock over denizens with senses less adapted to the very low light.

The Bear, returning from 3WB, offers some reasonably nice single malt whiskey to the new folks.

"Welcome", it said. "By the way, I am not food, please don't try to roast me."

[Lounarei]

"Oh joy! De United Sts Senator submitted... Spammed into submission dier proposal again. Dis makes me want to do a Insulator Clock Fallen, or whatever. Some word not in de dictionary, too. Can I have some vodka mixed wif clown juice in dese tryen times?" The rabbit like alien says. "I need to pour one out for de trans peeps not of my species..."

[Serdequre]

The Bear, returning from 3WB, offers some reasonably nice single malt whiskey to the new folks.

"Welcome", it said. "By the way, I am not food, please don't try to roast me."

Jang seems unfazed by the sapience of the bear. Far stranger things had been encountered by the Serdequre on their fleet's travels through Warzone Airspace. He takes the whiskey glass without a word and knocks the drink back. Once he's done, he holds on to the glass, looks at the bear in an appraising manner, and nods.

"Thanks. My name's Jang."

He glances over at the rabbit-like being.

"What's 'clown juice'?"

[Lounarei]

The Bear, returning from 3WB, offers some reasonably nice single malt whiskey to the new folks.

"Welcome", it said. "By the way, I am not food, please don't try to roast me."

Jang seems unfazed by the sapience of the bear. Far stranger things had been encountered by the Serdequre on their fleet's travels through Warzone Airspace. He takes the whiskey glass without a word and knocks the drink back. Once he's done, he holds on to the glass, looks at the bear in an appraising manner, and nods.

"Thanks. My name's Jang."

He glances over at the rabbit-like being.

"What's 'clown juice'?"

"Silly juice after a college education."