The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Valorem]

Ms. Gunther slowly looks around her as she gradually wakes up from her several-month coma.
"Whaaa... what happened? How long was I out?" she stammers.
As she attempts to stand up, she realizes that her exoskeleton is currently locked as the power cell went into its dormant state after months of idling.
"... I guess this needs to be rebooted. Can someone press the reset button on the power pack on my back? I can't exactly move right now."

[Whovian Tardisia]

"That would be problematic." yawns Pink, waking up from his own nap. "The back you say? Ah." Locating the button, he presses it.

[Valorem]

"That would be problematic." yawns Pink, waking up from his own nap. "The back you say? Ah." Locating the button, he presses it.

"Well, thank you Ambassador Pink. Did anything important happen while I was out? Seems like my government just ... stopped doing anything the whole time I was out. No message backlog on my datapad, no missed calls, no news at all from home... I'm quite confused by this."
"Bartender, could I get a glass of water over here? Seems like that would be a good idea for recovering from a coma."

[Wallenburg]

"That would be problematic." yawns Pink, waking up from his own nap. "The back you say? Ah." Locating the button, he presses it.

"Well, thank you Ambassador Pink. Did anything important happen while I was out? Seems like my government just ... stopped doing anything the whole time I was out. No message backlog on my datapad, no missed calls, no news at all from home... I'm quite confused by this."
"Bartender, could I get a glass of water over here? Seems like that would be a good idea for recovering from a coma."

"Perhaps your home nation has been vaporized by a weapon of mass destruction, leaving nothing but atomized remains?" Ogenbond fiddles with a rather expensive-looking brass instrument, removing one of the pistons from its tubing. "Well, probably not, but that seems like the most interesting possibility to me."

[Excidium Planetis]

"Well, thank you Ambassador Pink. Did anything important happen while I was out? Seems like my government just ... stopped doing anything the whole time I was out. No message backlog on my datapad, no missed calls, no news at all from home... I'm quite confused by this."
"Bartender, could I get a glass of water over here? Seems like that would be a good idea for recovering from a coma."

"Perhaps your home nation has been vaporized by a weapon of mass destruction, leaving nothing but atomized remains?" Ogenbond fiddles with a rather expensive-looking brass instrument, removing one of the pistons from its tubing. "Well, probably not, but that seems like the most interesting possibility to me."

"Ambassador Ogenbond, I assure you, Excidium Planetis does not possess planet buster weapons." Blackbpurne protests from his corner booth. "The most we would have done is eliminate Valorem's orbital defense network, use nuclear weapons in high atmosphere to disrupt their electronics, and hold their government and military leadership hpstage until we could successfully seize most of their essential government supplies and business assets."

[Thyerata]

Say, you mention the BarLordian Coventions? I particularly like this one...

6(a). Watch the tea. It brings on dreadful outbreaks of lovey-doveyness and one tea-drinking delegate ended up with twins

*Matthew continues sipping his endless supply of Earl Grey tea*

[Separatist Peoples]

Say, you mention the BarLordian Coventions? I particularly like this one...

6(a). Watch the tea. It brings on dreadful outbreaks of lovey-doveyness and one tea-drinking delegate ended up with twins

*Matthew continues sipping his endless supply of Earl Grey tea*

Bell, eyes wide at the idea of anybody drinking the tea, slides as far down the other end of the bar as he can manage. Self preservation is something of an instinct to Bell at this point.

[Thyerata]

Say, you mention the BarLordian Coventions? I particularly like this one...


*Matthew continues sipping his endless supply of Earl Grey tea*

Bell, eyes wide at the idea of anybody drinking the tea, slides as far down the other end of the bar as he can manage. Self preservation is something of an instinct to Bell at this point.

*Matthew bats his eyelashes at Bell flirtatiously*

Oh dear honey, are you sure you don't want any? I can guarantee it's the best Thytian tea *blows kisses*

[Separatist Peoples]

*Matthew bats his eyelashes at Bell flirtatiously*

Oh dear honey, are you sure you don't want any? I can guarantee it's the best Thytian tea *blows kisses*

"Odin's Lobster Bisque, how does this keep happening to me?" Bell mutters under his breath. "Every bloody time somebody gets a twinkle in their eye around here, I'm their chosen stud."

He slugs back another glass of what appears to be a pitch black liquor.

[Valorem]

"Wait, is he normally like that? Or is it the tea? If it's the tea, remind me to never drink any... After all, Stephenson became a national embarrassment whenever he got drunk. I'd hate to get fired for pretty much the same thing."

[Kitzerland]

"Wait, is he normally like that? Or is it the tea? If it's the tea, remind me to never drink any... After all, Stephenson became a national embarrassment whenever he got drunk. I'd hate to get fired for pretty much the same thing."

"Definitely just him. The tea is fine." Whiskers replies mischievously.

[Thyerata]

"Wait, is he normally like that? Or is it the tea? If it's the tea, remind me to never drink any... After all, Stephenson became a national embarrassment whenever he got drunk. I'd hate to get fired for pretty much the same thing."

"Definitely just him. The tea is fine." Whiskers replies mischievously.

OOC: see my sig below (especially the bit marked "ooc") - I basically play on the basis that my IC persona is pretty much a reflection of me in RL

IC: given that this tea is Thytian and comes from my personal stores, I'm not sure if BarLordian Convention 6a even applies...unless it's simply because the tea's been in this place far too long...

[Separatist Peoples]

"Definitely just him. The tea is fine." Whiskers replies mischievously.

OOC: see my sig below (especially the bit marked "ooc") - I basically play on the basis that my IC persona is pretty much a reflection of me in RL

IC: given that this tea is Thytian and comes from my personal stores, I'm not sure if BarLordian Convention 6a even applies...unless it's simply because the tea's been in this place far too long...

"Its this godforsaken place, man."

[Araraukar]

"Ambassador Ogenbond, I assure you, Excidium Planetis does not possess planet buster weapons." Blackbpurne protests from his corner booth.

"Yet, he means," Janis said wryly to Ogenbond, sipping her cocoa. "Most militant nations seem to be obsessed about getting their hands on some."

"The most we would have done is eliminate Valorem's orbital defense network, use nuclear weapons in high atmosphere to disrupt their electronics, and hold their government and military leadership hpstage until we could successfully seize most of their essential government supplies and business assets."

"I wonder, is that a confession on deeds done or a warning on plans made? Or maybe a little bit of both?"

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Bell, eyes wide at the idea of anybody drinking the tea, slides as far down the other end of the bar as he can manage. Self preservation is something of an instinct to Bell at this point.

Janis saw the leafsnake that had been left in the bar when Markhov had exited earlier, climb onto the bar counter near where Mr. Bell sat. It was probably completely by coincidence that it chose to do so at a time when the man's attention was elsewhere and he wasn't paying attention to such vicinity that wasn't filled with flirtatious ambassadors.

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NORTH: About Parsons' old friend, where has Markhov gone? I don't think I got the pleasure to meet him during my tenure.

"Probably back to his homeland. Or else he's been caught by one of those big flying carnivores and carried off to their nest for lunch."

OOC: Janis's guess isn't tooooo far out, though still wrong...

EDIT: Third time's the charm on getting this thing to edit my post rather than post a new one...

[Valorem]

"I don't understand the whole fuss about planet busters myself, really. Wouldn't it be better to take the planet and actually have room to expand? It's not like they could actually fight back, if you have such a technological advantage that planet busting is possible."

"...Why do I always keep talking and digging myself and/or my country into a hole?"

It is considerably harder to write for this character than Ambassador Stephenson. There's probably a reason most people have ambassadors very similar to themselves.

[Wallenburg]

"I don't understand the whole fuss about planet busters myself, really. Wouldn't it be better to take the planet and actually have room to expand? It's not like they could actually fight back, if you have such a technological advantage that planet busting is possible."

"I agree entirely. From personal experience, I can tell you that total annihilation of foreign nations has never been a viable strategy. I mean, plenty of my fellow officers talked about invading West Wallenburg, torching the fields, razing the cities, slaughtering the people, and salting what was left. But did we actually do that? No! It would have been blazing madness, not to mention the moral implications of it all!"

It is considerably harder to write for this character than Ambassador Stephenson. There's probably a reason most people have ambassadors very similar to themselves.

OOC: Actually, none of my ambassadors have been very similar to myself. Ambassador Paulson least so.

[Araraukar]

"...Why do I always keep talking and digging myself and/or my country into a hole?"

"Just blame the alcohol," Janis said with a grin, "whether or not you've had any."

It is considerably harder to write for this character than Ambassador Stephenson. There's probably a reason most people have ambassadors very similar to themselves.

OOC: Well in my case, Janis may share some mental characteristics with me, like all my characters do to a lesser or greater degree, but she is not myself projected onto Araraukar. The dictator of Araraukar is more "me". I also have 3 other ambassadors, sort of... a half-grown cat, plants that give Mr. Bell nightmares and a large, blind, flying carnivore that is trying her best not to try to eat other ambassadors... I'll let you decide which ambassador I identify the most with.

But yeah, writing a character that is similar to yourself, even if not a NS copy of yourself, is easier especially if you're just starting out on the character writing RP thing.

"I mean, plenty of my fellow officers talked about invading West Wallenburg, torching the fields, razing the cities, slaughtering the people, and salting what was left. But did we actually do that? No! It would have been blazing madness, not to mention the moral implications of it all!"

"And possibly stumbling into the genocide ban along the way..."

OOC: Actually, none of my ambassadors have been very similar to myself. Ambassador Paulson least so.

OOC: For one thing, I think you belong into the Homo sapiens sapiens species...

[Wallenburg]

"...Why do I always keep talking and digging myself and/or my country into a hole?"

"Just blame the alcohol," Janis said with a grin, "whether or not you've had any."

"The alcohol's probably the most trustworthy and honest thing around here, so I wouldn't go around blaming it for anything."

"I mean, plenty of my fellow officers talked about invading West Wallenburg, torching the fields, razing the cities, slaughtering the people, and salting what was left. But did we actually do that? No! It would have been blazing madness, not to mention the moral implications of it all!"

"And possibly stumbling into the genocide ban along the way..."

"Oh, that would not have stopped us. If we actually wanted to go down that path, we would have resigned from the World Assembly long ago. Definitely before my predecessor even left her office."

OOC: Actually, none of my ambassadors have been very similar to myself. Ambassador Paulson least so.

OOC: For one thing, I think you belong into the Homo sapiens sapiens species...

OOC: Hey, it could be worse. My ambassador could be a self-propelled hammer or an inflatable Volkswagen bug.

[Araraukar]

"The alcohol's probably the most trustworthy and honest thing around here, so I wouldn't go around blaming it for anything."

"Says one of the people most likely to die of it, if you drank it outside the nullifiers' effect," Janis teased him. "Then again, as long as they serve ice water here, you might be revivable while still inside the Bar itself..."

OOC: Hey, it could be worse. My ambassador could be a self-propelled hammer or an inflatable Volkswagen bug.

OOC: To be fair, that only happened to Herby once and was because of the nullifiers kicking in.

[Wallenburg]

"The alcohol's probably the most trustworthy and honest thing around here, so I wouldn't go around blaming it for anything."

"Says one of the people most likely to die of it, if you drank it outside the nullifiers' effect," Janis teased him. "Then again, as long as they serve ice water here, you might be revivable while still inside the Bar itself..."

"Hmm. Touche." Ogenbond inserts the piston back into his instrument, presses down on it several times, and nods with satisfaction. He puts the instrument to his lips and begins to finger a simple melody.

OOC: Hey, it could be worse. My ambassador could be a self-propelled hammer or an inflatable Volkswagen bug.

OOC: To be fair, that only happened to Herby once and was because of the nullifiers kicking in.

#MakeHerbyABalloonAgain

[Whovian Tardisia]

Pink finishes off his drink, and stands. "I suppose i should be off. Debates to attend, paradoxes to resolve. Enjoy yourselves, I'll be back." He enters the Police Box under the TV, and after a few seconds, it begins to make a horrendous wheezing noise, completely drowning out Ogenbond's instrument, and seemingly faded from existence to the rhythm of the noise.

[Wallenburg]

it begins to make a horrendous wheezing noise, completely drowning out Ogenbond's instrument

OOC: To be honest, a whisper could drown out his instrument, since it isn't making any noise.

[Araraukar]

OOC: To be honest, a whisper could drown out his instrument, since it isn't making any noise.

OOC: Then how can it he be playing a melody?

[Wallenburg]

OOC: To be honest, a whisper could drown out his instrument, since it isn't making any noise.

OOC: Then how can it he be playing a melody?

OOC: He's fingering it, not playing it. In music, to finger music is to press down on the keys/valves without necessarily playing notes.

[United Federated States of Omega]

For the first time while serving at the GA, Mr. Xavier walked into the bar, went up to the counter and ordered himself a glass of wine. Why wine? Well, as he always said, "I find the grapes compliment the alcohol rather nicely."