The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Wallenburg]

"Hey, from my point of view you're an alien that looks quite like a human on the surface, but turns out to have extra bits and misses some bits humans would have, if you scrape off the top layers. And I mean clothes, not skin. I'd ask for an anatomy book, except you'd still have to read it to me, as I can't read Wallenburgian."

"Really? The universal translators seem to help me well enough with some of the written languages around here. If Wallenburgian doesn't work for your translator, I can certainly get Gerald to do some translating for you."

"Neither sexual nor culinary, I'm afraid, just plain curious."

"Hmm. Well, that's something of a relief."

Janis's predatory grin came back. "You have a wife? Damn, I wish I'd known that back when you were passed out and your vahlen was all excited. Just think about it, colour photographs of you passed out on a Bar floor all ready for action..." She started to laugh. It might've meant she was joking. Maybe.

"Note to self: don't pass out when you're in the bar."

At that moment, an aide pushes open the doors to the bar. On a shoulder strap he carries a submachine gun. His face filled with terror, he shouts to Ogenbond, "Sir, do something! It's alive!"

A strange roar booms its way into the bar from the outside halls. Still standing at the doorway, the aide aims his gun further down the hallway and proceeds to empty the entire magazine. When it runs empty he tosses the gun down, draws a pistol, and keeps firing. "No, no, no! Don't let it get me! I tried to satisfy it! Please, help me!"

He runs into the bar and makes it several feet in before a mass of papers pours in from the entryway and grabs him by the waist. It slams the aide against the floor, knocking the wind out of the man's lungs. It drags him back into the hallway. Stunned, the man weakly looks to Ogenbond and gasps, "Save me...I want to live..."

The mass of papers roars and absorbs the aide. It then retracts entirely from the bar and continues to travel down the hall.

Ogenbond, wide eyed, stands up nervously. "I think...I think that may have been the backlog of paperwork back at the office. Sweet Notch, I didn't know it was that big."

[Araraukar]

*snip*

OOC & IC both: "Only in WAHQ!"

Only OOC: Be careful, I got PPU out of a joke like this.

Only IC: "Ogenbond? Want to go hunt something big and dangerous?" Janis said. She was standing next to the table, wearing goggles, fire-resistant clothing and her flamethrower along with its fuel tank. The pilot light was already lit. She was grinning the shark grin again.

[Glaeschland]

Jonathan looks back to his bot, diverting his attention from the abomination that just came through the door. "I could, uh...help you two. If you wanted."

[Araraukar]

Jonathan looks back to his bot, diverting his attention from the abomination that just came through the door. "I could, uh...help you two. If you wanted."

"Your weaponry's either too powerful and it would make the fun too short-lived... or it wouldn't have any effect and you'd just die. Plus you might hit something else that can hit back. You're too new here, it's best you stay here where it's safe." She started heading for the Bar entrance. "Come on, Mikael, time to see if yours is bigger than mine when it comes to rogue paperwork!"

[Bahgum]

Sir Albert looked up from his empty pint, grumbled into the glass a bit, and mumbled something about, " By Eck, nowt much changes bout ere, grand 4 year nap I 'ad, I feel fair ferret reet now". He looks around for anyone he can recognise, but as he's always pretty much alcoholically hindered, gives up and gives that barkeep lad a shout for another pint. Quicky looks around to check that none of the fearsome Bahgumian Mother in Law Security Detail have worked out where the bar is and relaxes into his usual semi-coma with an "Ayyy oooop lads n lasses ahhh knew ere a while back".

[Glaeschland]

Sir Albert looked up from his empty pint, grumbled into the glass a bit, and mumbled something about, " By Eck, nowt much changes bout ere, grand 4 year nap I 'ad, I feel fair ferret reet now". He looks around for anyone he can recognise, but as he's always pretty much alcoholically hindered, gives up and gives that barkeep lad a shout for another pint. Quicky looks around to check that none of the fearsome Bahgumian Mother in Law Security Detail have worked out where the bar is and relaxes into his usual semi-coma with an "Ayyy oooop lads n lasses ahhh knew ere a while back".

Jonathan raises his brow at the slurred remark and decides not to dwell on it. He checks the bot's store of ammo, then mutters something and its gun powers down, no longer humming. He stands up and the bot moves back a little, after which he squats down and begins to examine its legs.

[WA Kitty Kops]

Shortly after Janis had disappeared into the corridor after the animated avalanche of paperwork, Chief Inshpekshuuner, a half-grown black cat with green eyes walked into the Bar and headed to the table the Araraukarian had left, padding past Jonathan and his robotic pet. The cat hopped onto the table, sat down and started to wash his face.

"I thought she'd never leave. So, who's all yous people?"

[Glaeschland]

Shortly after Janis had disappeared into the corridor after the animated avalanche of paperwork, Chief Inshpekshuuner, a half-grown black cat with green eyes walked into the Bar and headed to the table the Araraukarian had left, padding past Jonathan and his robotic pet. The cat hopped onto the table, sat down and started to wash his face.

"I thought she'd never leave. So, who's all yous people?"

"Jonathan. Ambassador of Glaeschland." Jonathan replies, glancing at the cat. The bot turns its gun in a very lifelike way to look at the cat.

[WA Kitty Kops]

"Jonathan. Ambassador of Glaeschland." Jonathan replies, glancing at the cat. The bot turns its gun in a very lifelike way to look at the cat.

"I's the Chief Inshpekshuuner of the WA Kitty Kops. If that's a robot doggy, tell it that it's not allowed to bark at me."

[Calladan]

Dan listens closely, then begins to laugh when he noticed the lack of humming that could be heard the last time Jonathan drew his weapon. "It worked!" Dan laughs again, then realizes he should probably explain. "Your weapon has some pretty advanced tech in it. Advanced enough that I can interface with it and fool it into thinking it's still in the holster. You don't seem like a bad fellow though, so I can tell you how to prevent such a thing if you want."

"Perhaps," Al says, glancing at events taking place elsewhere in the bar, "we should be going now? Things do seem to be getting more interesting than I usually like."

"Wuss" Tara smirks at her, then takes another drink of her milk-shake "Besides I am going to get you to drink a chocolate milk-shake if it kills me"

Shortly after Janis had disappeared into the corridor after the animated avalanche of paperwork, Chief Inshpekshuuner, a half-grown black cat with green eyes walked into the Bar and headed to the table the Araraukarian had left, padding past Jonathan and his robotic pet. The cat hopped onto the table, sat down and started to wash his face.

"I thought she'd never leave. So, who's all yous people?"

"Greetings" Tara tilts her head to one side "I am Tara, and this is an old friend - and the living embodiment of wonder and glory - Al, the Crown Princess of Covenstone" She looks across at the bartender "Two chocolate milk-shakes please"

"Jonathan. Ambassador of Glaeschland." Jonathan replies, glancing at the cat. The bot turns its gun in a very lifelike way to look at the cat.

"That seems like an interesting way to say hi to someone" Tara smirks "Unless you are taking the phrase 'Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you pleased to see me?' slightly more literally than usual"

[Glaeschland]

"Jonathan. Ambassador of Glaeschland." Jonathan replies, glancing at the cat. The bot turns its gun in a very lifelike way to look at the cat.

"I's the Chief Inshpekshuuner of the WA Kitty Kops. If that's a robot doggy, tell it that it's not allowed to bark at me."

Jonathan looks over to the cat before it finishes speaking and is shocked that it is the cat speaking, not a fellow barman. "A talkin' cat. Well, I'll be damned..." he mutters to himself. He quickly composes himself. "This isn't a 'doggy'. It may act a bit like one, but that's because our scientists have made such leaps and bounds in artificial intelligence that this is nearly sentient. Nearly. This bot can blast a decent hole in somethin' 180 miles away."

[Wallenburg]

*snip*

OOC & IC both: "Only in WAHQ!"

Only OOC: Be careful, I got PPU out of a joke like this.

Only IC: "Ogenbond? Want to go hunt something big and dangerous?" Janis said. She was standing next to the table, wearing goggles, fire-resistant clothing and her flamethrower along with its fuel tank. The pilot light was already lit. She was grinning the shark grin again.

OOC: LOL

IC: "Um...you weren't wearing all of that before," wonders Ogenbond. "I'm curious to see if fire does more than make it angry, though."

Jonathan looks back to his bot, diverting his attention from the abomination that just came through the door. "I could, uh...help you two. If you wanted."

"Your weaponry's either too powerful and it would make the fun too short-lived... or it wouldn't have any effect and you'd just die. Plus you might hit something else that can hit back. You're too new here, it's best you stay here where it's safe." She started heading for the Bar entrance. "Come on, Mikael, time to see if yours is bigger than mine when it comes to rogue paperwork!"

"Eh, I guess I'll come with you to make sure you don't kill yourself." Ogenbond makes for the entrance to the bar.

Chief Inshpekshuuner

OOC: What a cute cat!

[D0min4ti0n]

Shortly after Janis had disappeared into the corridor after the animated avalanche of paperwork, Chief Inshpekshuuner, a half-grown black cat with green eyes walked into the Bar and headed to the table the Araraukarian had left, padding past Jonathan and his robotic pet. The cat hopped onto the table, sat down and started to wash his face.

"I thought she'd never leave. So, who's all yous people?"

Dan looks at the cat curiously for a moment, then smiles at the opportunity to meet another ambassador. "I am Dan, the Ambassador from D0min4ti0n."

[The New European Order]

Shortly after Janis had disappeared into the corridor after the animated avalanche of paperwork, Chief Inshpekshuuner, a half-grown black cat with green eyes walked into the Bar and headed to the table the Araraukarian had left, padding past Jonathan and his robotic pet. The cat hopped onto the table, sat down and started to wash his face.

"I thought she'd never leave. So, who's all yous people?"

"Talking cat. Sure."
Smith sighs again.
"This is just gonna be something I'm gonna have to figure out."
He turned back to the cat. "What type of cat are you, exactly?"

[WA Kitty Kops]

"Besides I am going to get you to drink a chocolate milk-shake if it kills me"

"If you stays in the Bar, you's okay. The unweaponmaker's gonna keep you good," the Chief Inshpekshuuner said helpfully, moving onto his flanks in his washing cycle.

"Greetings" Tara tilts her head to one side "I am Tara, and this is an old friend - and the living embodiment of wonder and glory - Al, the Crown Princess of Covenstone"

"Crow rinses? Maybe its feathers got dirty. You I's seen before though, in the debates."

---

IC: "Um...you weren't wearing all of that before," wonders Ogenbond.

OOC: The outfit comes from the same mysterious place where Janis keeps the flamethrower, but the outfit rarely gets to come out to play, as proposals tend to not need excessive amounts of fire to kill.

OOC: What a cute cat!

OOC: That's the RL cat the Chief is modeled after. Or, rather, that's the RL cat when he was about 7 months old. Ninja's almost 8 years old now. The Chief hasn't aged.

---

"I am Dan, the Ambassador from D0min4ti0n."

"Dezerominfouretzeron? Weird name for a place."

---

"Talking cat. Sure." Smith sighs again. "This is just gonna be something I'm gonna have to figure out." He turned back to the cat. "What type of cat are you, exactly?"

"I's a reg'lar housecat. What type of human is you?"

[Glaeschland]

"Besides I am going to get you to drink a chocolate milk-shake if it kills me"

"If you stays in the Bar, you's okay. The unweaponmaker's gonna keep you good," the Chief Inshpekshuuner said helpfully, moving onto his flanks in his washing cycle.

"Greetings" Tara tilts her head to one side "I am Tara, and this is an old friend - and the living embodiment of wonder and glory - Al, the Crown Princess of Covenstone"

"Crow rinses? Maybe its feathers got dirty. You I's seen before though, in the debates."

---

IC: "Um...you weren't wearing all of that before," wonders Ogenbond.

OOC: The outfit comes from the same mysterious place where Janis keeps the flamethrower, but the outfit rarely gets to come out to play, as proposals tend to not need excessive amounts of fire to kill.

OOC: What a cute cat!

OOC: That's the RL cat the Chief is modeled after. Or, rather, that's the RL cat when he was about 7 months old. Ninja's almost 8 years old now. The Chief hasn't aged.

---

"I am Dan, the Ambassador from D0min4ti0n."

"Dezerominfouretzeron? Weird name for a place."

---

"Talking cat. Sure." Smith sighs again. "This is just gonna be something I'm gonna have to figure out." He turned back to the cat. "What type of cat are you, exactly?"

"I's a reg'lar housecat. What type of human is you?"

Jonathan chuckles at the witty cat before standing back up, patting the bot, glad everything is in working order. The bot continues to look at the cat, and even though its "head" is a railgun turret, one can see the machine is almost filled with a sense of curiosity.

[D0min4ti0n]

"I am Dan, the Ambassador from D0min4ti0n."

"Dezerominfouretzeron? Weird name for a place."

"It's actually pronounced domination. In the written language of our people letters and numbers are used interchangeably. So I suppose technically you might be correct, but domination rolls off the tongue a little easier."

[WA Kitty Kops]

"It's actually pronounced domination. In the written language of our people letters and numbers are used interchangeably. So I suppose technically you might be correct, but domination rolls off the tongue a little easier."

"Sounds like dominion, though, and we's got lots of those. I thinks Ben Bell's nation's a dominion too. What kind of people is you? You's not like most humans. You's much shorter and you smell funny."

OOC: The "smell funny" doesn't mean Dan smelled bad or especially weird. The cat means that he doesn't smell like most of the human species he's used to smelling around the WAHQ.

---

Jonathan chuckles at the witty cat before standing back up, patting the bot, glad everything is in working order. The bot continues to look at the cat, and even though its "head" is a railgun turret, one can see the machine is almost filled with a sense of curiosity.

"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt," Chief Inshpekshuuner said, curling his tail around his body and toes. The tip of his tail was making small back-and-forth motions, the only sign of annoyance as the cat stared unblinkingly at the robot.

[Glaeschland]

"It's actually pronounced domination. In the written language of our people letters and numbers are used interchangeably. So I suppose technically you might be correct, but domination rolls off the tongue a little easier."

"Sounds like dominion, though, and we's got lots of those. I thinks Ben Bell's nation's a dominion too. What kind of people is you? You's not like most humans. You's much shorter and you smell funny."

OOC: The "smell funny" doesn't mean Dan smelled bad or especially weird. The cat means that he doesn't smell like most of the human species he's used to smelling around the WAHQ.

---

Jonathan chuckles at the witty cat before standing back up, patting the bot, glad everything is in working order. The bot continues to look at the cat, and even though its "head" is a railgun turret, one can see the machine is almost filled with a sense of curiosity.

"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt," Chief Inshpekshuuner said, curling his tail around his body and toes. The tip of his tail was making small back-and-forth motions, the only sign of annoyance as the cat stared unblinkingly at the robot.

"I'm afraid the bot's never seen a cat and wants to know what the hell you are."

[The New European Order]

"Besides I am going to get you to drink a chocolate milk-shake if it kills me"

"If you stays in the Bar, you's okay. The unweaponmaker's gonna keep you good," the Chief Inshpekshuuner said helpfully, moving onto his flanks in his washing cycle.

"Greetings" Tara tilts her head to one side "I am Tara, and this is an old friend - and the living embodiment of wonder and glory - Al, the Crown Princess of Covenstone"

"Crow rinses? Maybe its feathers got dirty. You I's seen before though, in the debates."

---

IC: "Um...you weren't wearing all of that before," wonders Ogenbond.

OOC: The outfit comes from the same mysterious place where Janis keeps the flamethrower, but the outfit rarely gets to come out to play, as proposals tend to not need excessive amounts of fire to kill.

OOC: What a cute cat!

OOC: That's the RL cat the Chief is modeled after. Or, rather, that's the RL cat when he was about 7 months old. Ninja's almost 8 years old now. The Chief hasn't aged.

---

"I am Dan, the Ambassador from D0min4ti0n."

"Dezerominfouretzeron? Weird name for a place."

---

"Talking cat. Sure." Smith sighs again. "This is just gonna be something I'm gonna have to figure out." He turned back to the cat. "What type of cat are you, exactly?"

"I's a reg'lar housecat. What type of human is you?"

"A slightly scared one..." Smith says, finishing his water.
He goes to pet the cat, but then holds back suddenly.

[WA Kitty Kops]

"I's a reg'lar housecat. What type of human is you?"

"A slightly scared one..." Smith says, finishing his water.
He goes to pet the cat, but then holds back suddenly.

"You cans pet me if you wants, I's not gonna bite," the Chief Inshpekshuuner said, settling down onto his stomach on the table. He kept his hind leg toes under his belly and curled his front paws under his chest, gaining the appearance of a cat-shaped tea cozy, what with his legs almost invisible against his body, and no paws in sight.

[D0min4ti0n]

"It's actually pronounced domination. In the written language of our people letters and numbers are used interchangeably. So I suppose technically you might be correct, but domination rolls off the tongue a little easier."

"Sounds like dominion, though, and we's got lots of those. I thinks Ben Bell's nation's a dominion too. What kind of people is you? You's not like most humans. You's much shorter and you smell funny."

Dan smiles at the cat's reasoning, finding it different but logical. "I am an Alt. As you can see, we are humanoids about 1 meter tall. We aren't technically humans, but we share a few body structures."

[The New European Order]

Smith pets the cat, awkwardly. He notices how soft, fluffy, and approachable it is.
"Tell me about yourself... you seem fun!"

[Covenstone]

"Crow rinses? Maybe its feathers got dirty. You I's seen before though, in the debates."

"I've been called a dirty girl before now, but not usually by someone I have only just met," Al blushes, then looks at Tara, "and I think that might be our cue to leave. Lucy will be waiting."

She takes Tara's hand and leads her out of the bar.

[Glaeschland]

Jonathan massages his temples, a headache emerging for no clear reason. He drinks some more whiskey, nearly out.