The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Whovian Tardisia]

"Erm...its been...quite a while, actually. Weeks? Months?"

"I figured as much." the man replied. "Those blasted things are a nightmare to fly solo, I must have hit a time eddy." he continued, gesturing vaguely at the box he'd come out of. "I've probably got work gathering dust upstairs... mind you, that wouldn't exactly be much of a development." He glanced at the stage, taking note of the equipment still set up there, and back to Bell. "I didn't take you for a musician, Ambassador. Although, your choice in instrumentation aligns fairly well with your sainthood..."

[Separatist Peoples]

"Erm...its been...quite a while, actually. Weeks? Months?"

"I figured as much." the man replied. "Those blasted things are a nightmare to fly solo, I must have hit a time eddy." he continued, gesturing vaguely at the box he'd come out of. "I've probably got work gathering dust upstairs... mind you, that wouldn't exactly be much of a development." He glanced at the stage, taking note of the equipment still set up there, and back to Bell. "I didn't take you for a musician, Ambassador. Although, your choice in instrumentation aligns fairly well with your sainthood..."

"The banjo is a sacred instrument very popular in the foothills where I grew up. Its a mountain instrument. Also, its easy to strum it when plastered, which is 90% of how C.D.S.P. banjos are played."

[Maowi]

A thin man with dark, tangled hair and all the appearance of someone who hasn't had a good sleep for a month or ten shuffles apologetically into the room and up to the bar. He vaguely gestures for a drink and collapses onto a bar stool, half-asleep. A glass is thrust into his hand and he drinks, chokes, glances around nervously and returns the glass, now a bright red. "Just water, please," he mumbles, embarrassed, and retreats into a corner, evidently trying to stay out of sight.

[Whovian Tardisia]

"Of course I jest, Ambassador." He chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. "HOO! But THAT certainly holds the spirit of Your Holiness. I genuinely do not know what I expected asking for that." As if on cue, the Ambassador's phone buzzed in his pocket, and the message he received was not exactly hidden.

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Sarah: Where the HELL have you been?  Office.  NOW.

"Please excuse me, Ambassador. It would appear my administrative issues are more severe than initially predicted."
With that, and another swig of what was essentially ethanol, Ambassador Pink began the seven flight trek to his disgruntled secretary's wrath.

[Elyreia]

"They aren't allowed to drink on the job. Back home, we usually consider such behavior unproductive and irresponsible."

"We usually segregate the officers and enlisted to prevent fraternization, and anyone on-duty is limited to a single serving of alcohol per six hours. Though someone on Guard duty would need a suitable replacement for a half-hour, so it would usually take up their allotted break time," Korus mused as they took another sip. They brushed a few spare white bangs behind an ear before continuing, "Though I suppose we cut a few professional corners to maintain higher morale so that everyone is complacent with the compulsory service."

[Separatist Peoples]

"Of course I jest, Ambassador." He chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. "HOO! But THAT certainly holds the spirit of Your Holiness. I genuinely do not know what I expected asking for that." As if on cue, the Ambassador's phone buzzed in his pocket, and the message he received was not exactly hidden.

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Sarah: Where the HELL have you been?  Office.  NOW.

"Please excuse me, Ambassador. It would appear my administrative issues are more severe than initially predicted."
With that, and another swig of what was essentially ethanol, Ambassador Pink began the seven flight trek to his disgruntled secretary's wrath.

Bell shrugs and returns to his drink.

"They aren't allowed to drink on the job. Back home, we usually consider such behavior unproductive and irresponsible."

"We usually segregate the officers and enlisted to prevent fraternization, and anyone on-duty is limited to a single serving of alcohol per six hours. Though someone on Guard duty would need a suitable replacement for a half-hour, so it would usually take up their allotted break time," Korus mused as they took another sip. They brushed a few spare white bangs behind an ear before continuing, "Though I suppose we cut a few professional corners to maintain higher morale so that everyone is complacent with the compulsory service."

"If they're stationed here, they deserve a lot of cut corners. All of the corners. This place drives you to drink."

[Elyreia]

"If they're stationed here, they deserve a lot of cut corners. All of the corners. This place drives you to drink."

"Personally, I never get driven to drink. I get chaperoned and escorted to drink. It saves a lot of money. Though the assembly chamber does make me wish Elyreia had remained isolationist sometimes," Korus mused as they sipped their drink. "Then again, I'd never get my vengeance on the one that blinded me, so we all have to compromise to get what we want sometimes."

[This City of Ours]

A man comes charging into the room, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a bronze shortsword -which turns into styrofoam as he enters- over the other. “Can anyone here take me with you when you go home?” he asks, quite loudly, as he starts pacing around the room. “I don’t care what your land is like as long as there’s sun and weather and- I’ll even take stars! Just don’t make me go back to that horrible place!”

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell suddenly looks up from his booze. "Where'd everybody go?"

[Wallenburg]

Bell suddenly looks up from his booze. "Where'd everybody go?"

Gerald appears out of nowhere. It would seem he arrived some time ago, but nobody noticed him. "They are all here, you see?" He points to several ambassadors. "They are merely caught in prolonged temporal distortions. It's not very convenient."

[Marxist Germany]

A man with ginger hair wearing a black suit full of wrinkles and holding a stack of papers in his left arm rushes into the bar, "Have you got any Guinness in here, " he asks as he sits down on a stool.

[Imperium Anglorum]

Bell suddenly looks up from his booze. "Where'd everybody go?"

"Ave, Bell", Elsie chimes, before remembering to turn on her translator, "Sleep well?"

[Wallenburg]

A man with ginger hair wearing a black suit full of wrinkles and holding a stack of papers in his left arm rushes into the bar, "Have you got any Guinness in here, " he asks as he sits down on a stool.

"Neville keeps quite the collection. I'm sure he has almost everything, for a price."

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Bell suddenly looks up from his booze. "Where'd everybody go?"

"Ave, Bell", Elsie chimes, before remembering to turn on her translator, "Sleep well?"

A pile of coats heaped on one of the couches on the lounge side of the bar twitches and topples to the floor. A hand sweeps one remaining navy blue overcoat to the floor and Leo emerges, sitting up with a slight groan. He stretches and yawns, his shoulders cracking slightly, and he looks moderately surprised.

"Why... Oddly, yes, madam, I do find myself quite refreshed! I would hardly dare to wager such a piece as this to give good rest and postural support, but my old bones are a-rarin' to go. Barkeep! A bloody Mary and a western omelette, if you please, sir!"

Leo stands up, takes a few half-dancing steps, and brushes some lint off his miraculously un-wrinkled black pinstriped suit. He eases back into a comfortable mosey and approaches the apparently gathering conversation.

"Join me in breaking fast, madam? Sirs? I'm positive I have a deck of cards someplace should we wish to start the day with vigor!"

He begins patting the various pockets of his suit, not finding anything for a moment. "Or the evening, if that's the time zone you're expecting. Now where... Ah!" Leo withdraws his tobacco pouch from inside his suit jacket. "Smoke, anyone? Genuine Carolingian leaf!"

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell suddenly looks up from his booze. "Where'd everybody go?"

"Ave, Bell", Elsie chimes, before remembering to turn on her translator, "Sleep well?"

"Sleep? Was I asleep? I was just enjoying how pretty the booze looked in the glass..."

Bell trails off while he enjoys the color of his liquor. Then he slams it back.

"Right, yes, well."

"Ave, Bell", Elsie chimes, before remembering to turn on her translator, "Sleep well?"

A pile of coats heaped on one of the couches on the lounge side of the bar twitches and topples to the floor. A hand sweeps one remaining navy blue overcoat to the floor and Leo emerges, sitting up with a slight groan. He stretches and yawns, his shoulders cracking slightly, and he looks moderately surprised.

"Why... Oddly, yes, madam, I do find myself quite refreshed! I would hardly dare to wager such a piece as this to give good rest and postural support, but my old bones are a-rarin' to go. Barkeep! A bloody Mary and a western omelette, if you please, sir!"

Leo stands up, takes a few half-dancing steps, and brushes some lint off his miraculously un-wrinkled black pinstriped suit. He eases back into a comfortable mosey and approaches the apparently gathering conversation.

"Join me in breaking fast, madam? Sirs? I'm positive I have a deck of cards someplace should we wish to start the day with vigor!"

He begins patting the various pockets of his suit, not finding anything for a moment. "Or the evening, if that's the time zone you're expecting. Now where... Ah!" Leo withdraws his tobacco pouch from inside his suit jacket. "Smoke, anyone? Genuine Carolingian leaf!"

"I won't turn down some good tobaccy!" Bell pulls out a scratched old pipe from his jacket.

[Wallenburg]

He begins patting the various pockets of his suit, not finding anything for a moment. "Or the evening, if that's the time zone you're expecting. Now where... Ah!" Leo withdraws his tobacco pouch from inside his suit jacket. "Smoke, anyone? Genuine Carolingian leaf!"

Mikael turns his head at the offer. Jennifer puts her hand on his shoulder and pushes him back around to face the ever-growing stack of paperwork.

[This City of Ours]

A man with ginger hair wearing a black suit full of wrinkles and holding a stack of papers in his left arm rushes into the bar, "Have you got any Guinness in here, " he asks as he sits down on a stool.

“I will get you whatever you want if you take me home with you,” says the man, stopping his pacing for the time being. He fidgets with the straps of his backpack and nervously runs a hand through his beard. “Just as long as I don’t have to go back.”

[Separatist Peoples]

A man with ginger hair wearing a black suit full of wrinkles and holding a stack of papers in his left arm rushes into the bar, "Have you got any Guinness in here, " he asks as he sits down on a stool.

“I will get you whatever you want if you take me home with you,” says the man, stopping his pacing for the time being. He fidgets with the straps of his backpack and nervously runs a hand through his beard. “Just as long as I don’t have to go back.”

"I'm pretty sure you can't solicit for paid sex here, bud."

[Groot]

"I'm pretty sure you can't solicit for paid sex here, bud."

"I am Groot," says Groot, as he playfully waves a fifty-Groot bill in Bell's face, frowns, puts it away, takes out a ten-Groot bill, and waves that at Bell instead.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

"I'm pretty sure you can't solicit for paid sex here, bud."

"I am Groot," says Groot, as he playfully waves a fifty-Groot bill in Bell's face, frowns, puts it away, takes out a ten-Groot bill, and waves that at Bell instead.

Leo, who had been rolling himself a smoke before sliding the pouch over to Bell, bursts out laughing.

"Thought better of the full lapdance, did we, Mr. Groot? I grant you, the ambassador doesn't seem quite prepared to... ahh... render such services! Indeed, I suspect very few are fully equipped to please that hard body," he says, waving his now-finished cigarette at Groot's oakish trunk. "However, that's still colder than a freezer-burned MRE on the dark side of Europa."

He grins as he withdraws his chrome-plated lighter and sets the rolled-up paper in his mouth aglow.

[Marxist Germany]

Ambassador Patrick finally finishes his 9th pint of Guinness and stumbles to the bathroom, weird gurgling noises can be heard...

[Separatist Peoples]

"I'm pretty sure you can't solicit for paid sex here, bud."

"I am Groot," says Groot, as he playfully waves a fifty-Groot bill in Bell's face, frowns, puts it away, takes out a ten-Groot bill, and waves that at Bell instead.

Bell shakes his head, "Oh, no! Not again! I'm not stripping in the WAHQ ever again."

[Marxist Germany]

Patrick leaves the bathroom with a tired look on him "I need to leave this place before I get sick," he says as he chugs another pint of Guinness.

[Maowi]

Patrick leaves the bathroom with a tired look on him "I need to leave this place before I get sick," he says as he chugs another pint of Guinness.

"D'you think you could spare me the beer lids? I have a collection."

[Imperium Anglorum]

Bell shakes his head, "Oh, no! Not again! I'm not stripping in the WAHQ ever again."

"I would hope not." Elsie remarks, visibly frowning, "I find where this has ended up distasteful."