The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Imperium Anglorum]

Fiascos? HA! Seemingly, until this week, we've seen nothing yet.

[Xanthal]

"Oh, come on. In the history of WA fiascoes this is a six, tops. I'd like to buy the delegation from United Massachusetts a round when it's over though; I bet they could use it." Riley finishes off his drink and leans back, watching Bell and Slick out of the corner of his eye- he wants to see how this plays out before he accepts the offer extended by the gentleman from Greater Cesnica; after all, Bell is the one he wanted to talk to in the first place. He continues speaking to everyone else in the meantime. "The silly thing is that getting rid of the old status quo was my government's main agenda going into this, and I'm struck now by the growing sense that we're on an inevitable path right back to where we started."

"Ah well!" He motions for a refill. "C'est la vie!"

[Essu Beti]

"Hmm. Well, when it comes to dollars and sense- see what I did there?- the WA is basically a living nightmare. A criminal background might be useful, though. My own government prefers not to know any more about how the sausage gets made than it has to. Can't say I blame them." He tilts his head sideways towards the viewscreen.

“A criminal background is pretty useful in my job,” says Inrahadna with a laugh. “I may not have any formal training, but I can spot a scam or a bad contract a mile away.”

“Much to the displeasure of that chocolate company that wanted to slap a plantation down on top of Sina,” said Inan, returning with a pair of coffees.

“Ugh, that was such a mess.”

[Whovian Tardisia]

With a wheeze and a groan, the familiar blue Police Box phased back into its usual parking spot beneath a television screen. The man that emerged, his suit appearing to have been pressed and dry cleaned in the period of his absence, made almost immediately for damp individual he didn't recognize after shutting the door behind him. Rather than his usual disruptive introduction, he decided to wait for a gap in conversation.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

..."No good, alas," he reports. "Even with string holding the slices of bread firmly together, the cooking-oil leaches out too much of the marmalade."
He wanders out of the room, heading in the general direction of the main debating chamber.

Leo, lolling lazily the next table over, straightens up suddenly and looks directly over at Artorrios.

"I hope you'll forgive my obvious eavesdropping, Ambassador. I doubt if there is a way to deep-fry a sandwich that won't end in tears - barring the filling being a great thick slice of haloumi cheese. My suggestion would be toast or pan-fry your next guinea pig. Construct the thing while your pan is heating, then a pat of butter in the pan to coat it for the first side, and another when you flip it. It won't be terribly akin to a deep fried anything, but you will get that delicious golden-brown crust on the outside. Do let me know if it works out."

[Xanthal]

Riley watches the police box with a silly grin that widens nearly across his whole face when its occupant steps out. "No. Really? No! I swear to god, if you say you're The Doctor I am going to flip. out."

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell stares expectantly at Slick, waiting for a response.

[The Sect Meces]

Leman sits at the bar, letting a long and drawn out sight while mumbling to himself.

Before finally perking up and shouting.

"Get me some of that Pacific Rum, been drinking that crap from Sector 18 for too long."

He looks over by the other officials in the bar.

"Hope you chaps don't take the vote too personally."

[Whovian Tardisia]

Riley watches the police box with a silly grin that widens nearly across his whole face when its occupant steps out. "No. Really? No! I swear to god, if you say you're The Doctor I am going to flip. out."

"I wish I could," said occupant replies as he turns to Riley, "but alas, I am not. Ambassador Rupert Pink, Whovian Tardisia." says the man, extending his hand.

[Xanthal]

"Sorry, it's just the box. There's a show in my universe... never mind. Riley Fluffer, Xanthalian Federation." He shakes the man's hand. "What can I do for you?"

[Whovian Tardisia]

"A show? About The Doctor?" He pulls a notebook out of his jacket, and some unintelligible muttering can be heard. "Interesting... I'll keep that in mind. Pleasure to meet you." Ambassador Pink then returned to the seat he had previously occupied, awaiting his compatriots.

[Bears Armed Mission]

..."No good, alas," he reports. "Even with string holding the slices of bread firmly together, the cooking-oil leaches out too much of the marmalade."
He wanders out of the room, heading in the general direction of the main debating chamber.

Leo, lolling lazily the next table over, straightens up suddenly and looks directly over at Artorrios.

"I hope you'll forgive my obvious eavesdropping, Ambassador. I doubt if there is a way to deep-fry a sandwich that won't end in tears - barring the filling being a great thick slice of haloumi cheese. My suggestion would be toast or pan-fry your next guinea pig. Construct the thing while your pan is heating, then a pat of butter in the pan to coat it for the first side, and another when you flip it. It won't be terribly akin to a deep fried anything, but you will get that delicious golden-brown crust on the outside. Do let me know if it works out."

“Hr’rmm,” Artorrios responds. “Pan-fried guinea pig? Well, we already pan-fry rock-rabbit so_
“Oh, wait, that’s just a colloquialism or a figure of speech or something, and you really meant marmalade sandwich, hrright? I’ve had marmalade on toast before, of course, but for some reason pan-frying those sandwiches never occurred to me. I will try that at a later meal, indeed, and let you know how well it works.”

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell stares expectantly at Slick, waiting for a response.

Bell begins gathering dust while waiting for Slick's response.

[Wallenburg]

Bell stares expectantly at Slick, waiting for a response.

Bell begins gathering dust while waiting for Slick's response.

Jennifer, on an unexpected trip away from the Wallenburgian office, enters the bar, the Wallenburgian child in her arms. She walks down to the bar, sits next to Bell, and dusts him off a bit before ordering some water and a sandwich.

[Minoa]

Manager, I have a ad for my project that you might want to add to the noticeboard. The text is as follows:

NSindex World Assembly Initiative

NSindex is looking for editors to expand the coverage of the NationStates United Nations and World Assembly, and their resolutions: this initiative has been created in view of the 5^th anniversary of the demise of the original NSwiki.net next month, as well as to allow the General Assembly RexisQuexis™ to update links that currently point to the defunct NSwiki.net.

Editors should be prepared to help rebuild the database of NationStates United Nations (NSUN) and World Assembly (WA) resolutions, including those of the General Assembly and Security Council, and the evolution of proposal rules.

The project involves creating entries for every NSUN and WA resolution (such as this), as well as notable defeated, deleted, discarded and joke proposals.

The project also involves rebuilding the timelines to list all enacted and repealed resolutions:

• https://nsindex.net/wiki/List_of_NationStates_United_Nations_resolutions
• https://nsindex.net/wiki/List_of_World_Assembly_General_Assembly_resolutions
• https://nsindex.net/wiki/List_of_World_Assembly_Security_Council_resolutions

Editors should cover the NSUN and the WA objectively and professionally, without sarcasm or snark. I am confident that NSindex can cover Inflatable Gandalfs and Mad Sheep Railguns with a straight face.

Anyone interested in the project can apply for an account at NSindex…

[Contact info, etc.]

-- Minoa

Nearly 5 years since the collapse of NSwiki.net and the loss of the original wiki database. I am sure I cannot let that go unaddressed, but it is going to take more than one person if we are going to have most of it back by 3–9 November, the latest date when NSwiki.net went offline. When exactly it went down I need to check.

[Wallenburg]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

[Roast Pork]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

Hello all, I'm quite new to all of this. One round of drinks all on me!

[Separatist Peoples]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

Hello all, I'm quite new to all of this. One round of drinks all on me!

Bell, dust drifting off his clothing, hops back onto a bar stool.

"Neville, you heard the man. Gimme that whole bottle of scotch riiiiight there. No, left of that one. Your other left. Of course two people can have the same left, what are you talking about? Just - no, that - yes! Finally."

[Wallenburg]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

Hello all, I'm quite new to all of this. One round of drinks all on me!

Jennifer hears the word "drinks" and immediately casts her attention away from the Minoan. "Hey, that doesn't sound too bad at all! Neville, over here! The usual, a Maldervanesteit."

[Minoa]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

OOC: I cannot recreate all the resolution entries on my own before the target date of 7 November 2018, since I have a lot of things to do outside the world of NationStates including dealing with my poor health. This is why I am seeking more editors to take the load off me, but I didn't think that a tender of a NS-related project could have its own thread on the GA yet.

[Wallenburg]

Jennifer, in silent confusion, turns her head to the Minoan ambassador. "Enesseindeks? Gandalfs? Reksiskueksis? Do I need to call medical services for you?"

OOC: I cannot recreate all the resolution entries on my own before the target date of 7 November 2018, since I have a lot of things to do outside the world of NationStates including dealing with my poor health. This is why I am seeking more editors to take the load off me, but I didn't think that a tender of a NS-related project could have its own thread on the GA yet.

OOC: Actually, it could, and it should. The Bar is hardly the place to advertise for NSindex or recruit volunteers. A new thread would be a great way to go about that, though.

[Minoa]

OOC: I cannot recreate all the resolution entries on my own before the target date of 7 November 2018, since I have a lot of things to do outside the world of NationStates including dealing with my poor health. This is why I am seeking more editors to take the load off me, but I didn't think that a tender of a NS-related project could have its own thread on the GA yet.

OOC: Actually, it could, and it should. The Bar is hardly the place to advertise for NSindex or recruit volunteers. A new thread would be a great way to go about that, though.

Pulls down and rolls up the poster from last week

Ambassador, I guess I am just not good enough.

[Lord Dominator]

Dee stumbles in, holding a stack of newspapers and what appears to be a smallish chest of gold coins. She sets the chest on the bar counter, and vanishes the newspapers.

"Looks like my thing there passed, which means drinks are on me until whenever Neville says that chest o' gold has been all used up."

[Xanthal]

"We were all there, Ambassador; nobody likes a braggart."

[Lord Dominator]

"We were all there, Ambassador; nobody likes a braggart."

"Pish posh, I'm sure a good many like a braggart when it gets them free food and drink"