The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[The New Sicilian State]

Callahan trips over his feet entering the bar, because it’s been that kind of month. Stumbling forward, he manages to grab onto a chair to keep his balance. Looking around the bar for something, he pulls out the tranquilizer gun he recently bought, completely unaware that it had turned into a water pistol. Stowing it back in his suit jacket, he sits at the table he had stumbled into and begins to fill out paperwork.

Greene glances at Crawford, shakes his head, and climbs to his feet.

"Hello friend," Greene says, tossing aside his paperwork. "You look awful tired."

[Denathor]

Greene glances at Crawford, shakes his head, and climbs to his feet.

"Hello friend," Greene says, tossing aside his paperwork. "You look awful tired."

Callahan signs.

"I’m still getting back into the swing of things at the WA. I was recalled back home to help settle a domestic dispute, and my deputy didn’t do much more than answer phones while I was gone. Suffice to say there’s a lot of work that was put on hold. This is the first time I’ve been been out of the office in a few days, and I’m still working on drafts."

Callahan looks towards the bar and stands.

"One moment, please."

He walks to the bar and flags down the bartender.

"Gin on the rocks, please. I’m in the mood for something a little lighter than usual."

Receiving his drink, Callahan made his way back to his table. Sitting down, he took a sip of his drink.

"That’s the good stuff, that is."

Taking another look at the man at his table, Callahan extends his hand.

"I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before. Sir Lucas Callahan, Denathoran ambassador to the World Assembly, but you can just call me Callahan."

[Tinfect]

Were anyone looking at the door, they would have seen the entrance of one member of the Imperial Delegation; Rahlen. How exactly this had occurred without any noticing Rahlen's exit in the first place was, unknown, but surely perfectly mundane, for nothing unusual ever happens within the grand halls of the World Assembly. She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

[Morover]

Were anyone looking at the door, they would have seen the entrance of one member of the Imperial Delegation; Rahlen. How exactly this had occurred without any noticing Rahlen's exit in the first place was, unknown, but surely perfectly mundane, for nothing unusual ever happens within the grand halls of the World Assembly. She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

Darin Perise looks over at Rahlen from the corner, where he had been lurking silently for an indeterminate amount of time. "Should we be worried?"

[The New Sicilian State]

"I’m still getting back into the swing of things at the WA. I was recalled back home to help settle a domestic dispute, and my deputy didn’t do much more than answer phones while I was gone. Suffice to say there’s a lot of work that was put on hold. This is the first time I’ve been been out of the office in a few days, and I’m still working on drafts."

"Christ mate, that can't be any fun. Surely the domestic dispute was exciting? I don't believe we've met. I'm Thomas Greene, active assistant to that guy,"

Greene gestures towards John Crawford, who remained face-down on the bar.

Were anyone looking at the door, they would have seen the entrance of one member of the Imperial Delegation; Rahlen. How exactly this had occurred without any noticing Rahlen's exit in the first place was, unknown, but surely perfectly mundane, for nothing unusual ever happens within the grand halls of the World Assembly. She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

"Three cheers!" Crawford calls without picking up his head. "Who did you vivisect?"

[Denathor]

"Christ mate, that can't be any fun. Surely the domestic dispute was exciting? I don't believe we've met. I'm Thomas Greene, active assistant to that guy,"

Greene gestures towards John Crawford, who remained face-down on the bar.

Callahan looks over at where Crawford was lying.

"I would go check on him, but I’m sure he’ll get up on his own eventually. They always seem to. The dispute? Nothing the government hasn’t dealt with before, but it’s been awhile. Some sovereignty issues with the northern territories. There’s always some wave of support for independence up there every few decades, and the military is still looking for a permanent negotiator to take the position I left behind to come here. This wasn’t a matter they wanted to leave to an interim, so they asked for my help."

Were anyone looking at the door, they would have seen the entrance of one member of the Imperial Delegation; Rahlen. How exactly this had occurred without any noticing Rahlen's exit in the first place was, unknown, but surely perfectly mundane, for nothing unusual ever happens within the grand halls of the World Assembly. She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

Callahan looked at his rapidly-emptying glass and stood once more.

"Who am I not to take advantage of this fine offer? Neville! Another round of gin, please."

[Yohannes]

"I think, all due respect, that you spelled the word Committee wrong, unless it is intended to be spelled that way. And i dont think that Ambassador Bell is cute or ugly. Im into women. I think the Ambassador is a capable and bright young man that has much more to worry about than what other women think of him. This is merely my opinion, and i am in no way trying to influence that opinion on someone as capable as you are Princess Elisa."

Crawford picks his head off of the bar table and tilts his head towards Hiei and Princess Elisabeth.

"It's comity," Crawford mumbles. "It means an association of states for mutual benefit. In this case, it exists to stop states from tearing debtors apart in a game of tug-a-war."

Princess Elisabeth caught Crawford’s eye and saw that he was suppressing a smile, as if he knew what she was about to say. “Everyone makes mistakes,” she said. “The great thing about mistakes is that everyone makes them, and can learn many new things along the way—and we have ambassadors from many peace-loving nations who are willing to help here.” She looked at Rahlen.

She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

“Anyway, um, peace-loving nations ... yeah.”

[Wallenburg]

She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

"Ha-hey! I'll take you up on that. Neville! Get me another one of these. Thanks." Trevanyika leans forward in her seat. Eying Crawford, she asks, "Hey, uh, what's up with that guy? Offered one too many offerings to the Patron Saint of Bad Ideas?"

[South Reinkalistan]

She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

Turnov glances quietly. "Warmongering, fascistic bastards." He mutters under his breath, before taking a sip of his champagne. Desket, meanwhile, is sprawled asleep in a small mountain of empty beer cans. Upon hearing 'another round', he rolls over, sending beer cans crashing everywhere, and staggers to his feet.

"One more for me!" He yells.

[Tinfect]

"Three cheers!" Crawford calls without picking up his head. "Who did you vivisect?"

"The Aeravahn!" She had intended to punctuate it with something of a slam of the counter, but it came out as more of a light tap. "No more incursion, no more blood in the Interior."

“Anyway, um, peace-loving nations ... yeah.”

"Should we be worried?"

"The Aeravahn's running back to the Exterior, and soon we'll burn them out of there too. Nothing to fear all around."

[Potted Plants United]

Were anyone looking at the door, they would have seen the entrance of one member of the Imperial Delegation; Rahlen. How exactly this had occurred without any noticing Rahlen's exit in the first place was, unknown, but surely perfectly mundane, for nothing unusual ever happens within the grand halls of the World Assembly. She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

"Three cheers!" Crawford calls without picking up his head. "Who did you vivisect?"

"The Aeravahn!" She had intended to punctuate it with something of a slam of the counter, but it came out as more of a light tap. "No more incursion, no more blood in the Interior."

"The Aeravahn's running back to the Exterior, and soon we'll burn them out of there too. Nothing to fear all around."

The hivemind's newest, possibly-bipedal "ambassador" gravitated towards the exuberant soldier, as before. "I was not aware that you counted the invasion as a separate war, miss Rahlen," it said in a pleasant tone. "Did you know, by the way, that I count Illaren Errent a personal friend of mine?"

[Scherzinger]

Hiei had assumed her recent conversation had ended. Quite pleasant nonetheless. She sat back down at her solitary table and twiddled her thumbs, waiting for either someone else to approach her, or for another round of WA sessions to kick off.

[Tinfect]

The hivemind's newest, possibly-bipedal "ambassador" gravitated towards the exuberant soldier, as before. "I was not aware that you counted the invasion as a separate war, miss Rahlen," it said in a pleasant tone. "Did you know, by the way, that I count Illaren Errent a personal friend of mine?"

"Who, the defector? Shame; seems like the Legions still have all kinds of rebels in them." She wasn't entirely sure how the... ambassador, she was speaking with was involved with a Legionary officer, but that was none of her business really. "But, victory's days away; we'll rush the Exterior and end the war the way we always should have. Bring the Defector in too, one way or another."

[Potted Plants United]

"But, victory's days away; we'll rush the Exterior and end the war the way we always should have. Bring the Defector in too, one way or another."

"Please, miss Rahlen, I use your name instead of some slur that I might call someone willing to kill and celebrate the killing of other sapients, and I just mentioned mister Errent being a friend of mine. It would be polite to refer to him by name. But if I am not entirely wrong, you haven't been able to clear the Exterior of the Aeravahn up to now either - why should you be able to do it now all of a sudden?"

[Yohannes]

Hiei had assumed her recent conversation had ended. Quite pleasant nonetheless. She sat back down at her solitary table and twiddled her thumbs, waiting for either someone else to approach her, or for another round of WA sessions to kick off.

Princess Elisabeth stood up. Princess Hiei was very professional, she thought to herself: a very interesting person too. She reminded her of Ambassador Emmanuel Liu from Laeral.

"One more for me!" He yells.

“Hey!” Elisa said. She smiled at the angry-looking man. “Are you the famous ambassador from South Reinkalistan?”

[Wallenburg]

She promptly got the attention of the bartender, and shouted "Another round for everyone! The Imperium just won a war!"

Turnov glances quietly. "Warmongering, fascistic bastards." He mutters under his breath, before taking a sip of his champagne. Desket, meanwhile, is sprawled asleep in a small mountain of empty beer cans. Upon hearing 'another round', he rolls over, sending beer cans crashing everywhere, and staggers to his feet.

"One more for me!" He yells.

"Uh, Neville? Let's let this one sit for a minute, how about?"

Helen Trevanyika stands up, setting her crutch back under her arm, and goes over to inspect the Reinkalistani. She puts all her weight on the crutch and heaves the ambassador up with her free hand, draping his arm over her shoulder. "Here we go. Sorry, sir, you're on time out. Why don't you have a conversation with us while the nullifiers reduce your blood alcohol to non-lethal levels."

She sets him down in her chair, then pulls another one over for herself. Nodding to the pile of cans the ambassador had emerged from, Helen asks, "That's quite a collection you have. Anything exotic or do you just go for quantity?"

[Omigodtheykilledkenny]

"YOU MANIACS!! YOU BLEW IT UP!! DAMN YOOUU!! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELLLL!!!"

Concerned, he got up from the piano stool and made his way over to the visibly shaken man. Bending over he gently put his large hand on the man's shoulder and compassionately asked,
"Are you okay, Sir? You seem to be having a panic attack. Can I see about getting you some medical assistance?"

By then Spence had passed out, but started to come to once he felt Philo's gentle touch on his shoulders, as the hominid tried to revive him. His eyes still closed, Spence murmured as he lazily placed one of his hands on Philo's. "Not now, Alfredo, I'm having the craziest dream, and I really wanna find out what happens to the ape--"

Ape. Spence's eyes instantly opened to find the kind albeit massive Palentine gentleman crouched over him. He groaned, blinking his eyes once or twice to make sure he was awake. "How long was I out?" he wondered groggily. He could not remember anything after the drum solo had started. And since the only sounds now issuing from the stage were of discordant caterwauling from a still-angry Susannah, and Bigfoot presently seemed like he was trying to pick Spence up, the latter inferred that the entertainment portion of the evening had moved on to reenactments of classic movie scenes. He vaguely remembered his rescuer as the piano player.

"Oh! -- oh! --" The Kennyite had now recovered fully as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather grab Erica for this scene? I mean she's--"

He looked over his shoulder to find his companion, now spinning herself expertly around on Capt. Chiang's stripper pole.

"--completely sloshed." Er.

He turned back toward Philo. "Oh no, it's cool...I can fill in for her if you want."

Spence smiled as he was briefly sent back to his time at his college's drama department. Recreating this particular scene had always been a wild dream of his...but when the opportunity finally came, that moron Peter Jackson cast that stupid blonde bimbo instead.

Before Philo knew what was happening, Spence had leapt up onto him to place his arms around his huge neck, so that the primate was forced to support his new friend's comparably smaller body with one arm. Spence wasn't much of a screamer, but he did manage to convey absolute fright as he kicked his legs helplessly and mimed pounding the gorilla-esque figure's enormous shoulder with his fists.

"C'mon, growl! Roar! Pound your chest! Do something!" Spence whispered in Philo's ear as the latter continued to support him with one arm (and a baffled stare), smoke still issuing from his cigar like a small chimney. Even so, Spence urged him on as he glanced obviously toward the window behind them:

"The side of this building isn't going to climb itself, dude!" He resumed his helpless struggle.

[The Palentine]

By then Spence had passed out, but started to come to once he felt Philo's gentle touch on his shoulders as he tried to revive him. His eyes still closed, Spence murmured as he lazily placed one of his hands on Philo's. "Not now, Alfredo, I'm having the craziest dream, and I really wanna find out what happens to the ape--"

Ape. Spence's eyes instantly opened to find the kind albeit massive Palentine gentleman crouched over him. He groaned, blinking his eyes once or twice to make sure he was awake. "How long was I out?" he wondered groggily. He could not remember anything after the drum solo had started. And since the only sounds now issuing from the stage were of discordant caterwauling from a still-angry Susannah, and Bigfoot seemed to be holding him in an attempt to pick him up, he inferred that the entertainment portion of the evening had moved on to reenactments of classic movie scenes. He vaguely remembered his rescuer as the piano player.

"Oh! -- oh! --" The Kennyite had now recovered fully as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather grab Erica for this scene? I mean she's--"

He looked over his shoulder to find his companion, now spinning herself expertly around on Capt. Chiang's stripper pole.

"--completely sloshed." Er.

He turned back toward Philo. "Oh no, it's cool...I can fill in for her if you want."

Spence smiled as he was briefly sent back to his time at his college drama department. Recreating this particular scene had always been a wild dream of his...but when the opportunity finally came, that moron Peter Jackson cast that stupid blonde bimbo instead.

Before Philo knew what was happening, Spence had leapt up onto him to place his arms around his huge neck, so that the primate was forced to support his new friend's comparably smaller body with one arm. Spence wasn't much of a screamer, but he did manage ably to convey absolute fright as he kicked his legs helplessly and mimed pounding the gorilla-esque figure's enormous shoulder with his fists.

"C'mon, growl! Roar! Pound your chest! Do something!" Spence whispered in Philo's ear as the latter continued to support him with one arm, turning toward him with a baffled stare, smoke still issuing from his cigar like a small chimney. Even so, Spence urged him on as he glanced obviously toward the window behind them:

"The side of this building isn't going to climb itself, dude!" the thespian said lowly as he resumed his helpless struggle.

Philo sighed then said under his breath, "Why the Hell not?" . He then whispered to Spence,

"Hold that thought. I need to put you down to make a quick phone call first."

Philo sat Spence down on his piano stool, and pulled his phone from a jacket pocket. He punched in a number and said into it when he heard Velma Wong answer,

"Velma bubbelah, its me Philo Simeon. I need you to get some staffers and send them outside with the remote control drones. I'm going out the Bar window and climbing the building in a minute. No time. I'll explain later. Thanks beautiful, I owe ya one!"

Philo turned off his phone and stowed it away while saying to Spence,

"If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. Gotta have flying attackers to swat away. Now where were we....oh yes...alley ooooop!"

Philo picks up Spence like he was a sack of flour and slung him over his shoulder. He turn around to face his fellow bar patrons and mutters under his breath,

"I'm glad my sweet Aunt Petunia can't see this."

He then thumps his chest with one hand and screams out,

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! GAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!"

With a kicking and screaming Spence, Philo makes his way over to the far window upsetting tables, scaring patrons out of his way and causing general mayhem. With one hairy paw he picks up a chair and throws it through the window smashing it. Then he climbs out said window and begins scaling the WA Building while remote controlled drones buzz him and his "captive".

[Newark Aristocracy]

The former WA Ambassador of the Newark Aristocracy just happened to walk in.

"Oh god,not this hell hole again."

[Morover]

"The Aeravahn's running back to the Exterior, and soon we'll burn them out of there too. Nothing to fear all around."

"Y'know, what you people are doing is absolutely grotesque. I'm glad that my colleague in the opposing chamber managed to condemn you in such a public manner."

[Murray the Evil Skull]

"The Aeravahn's running back to the Exterior, and soon we'll burn them out of there too. Nothing to fear all around."

"Y'know, what you people are doing is absolutely grotesque. I'm glad that my colleague in the opposing chamber managed to condemn you in such a public manner."

The evilest talking skull in the Festering Snakepit turned his attention from the reenactment of King Kong to address the ambassador, his eyes glowing a malevolent red as he began to speak,
No shop talk, Mortal! People come here to get away from the Festering Snakepit and SC. Keep it up, and I'll put an EVIL CURSE on you!

[Tinfect]

"Please, miss Rahlen, I use your name instead of some slur that I might call someone willing to kill and celebrate the killing of other sapients, and I just mentioned mister Errent being a friend of mine. It would be polite to refer to him by name. But if I am not entirely wrong, you haven't been able to clear the Exterior of the Aeravahn up to now either - why should you be able to do it now all of a sudden?"

That, was confusing to her. "What, the... defector? It's what he is; I can't really call him Teravas anymore, can I?" However the... ambassador, knew the Defector, there wasn't much good in keeping friends in the enemy, least of all the Aeravahn. Surely it knew that. "New Military Overseer, momentum, whatever you like to call it. We'll have the Exterior back."

"Y'know, what you people are doing is absolutely grotesque. I'm glad that my colleague in the opposing chamber managed to condemn you in such a public manner."

It was a bit of a struggle not to throw something at the odd little foreigner, but the odd, formless and timless whispering coming from the walls saying 'there is no security council', rather calmed the nerves. Or, at least redirected the concern elsewhere. "Grotesque? They invaded us; they had ships in the Interior. You can't expect the Imperium to just let them ransack our homes?"

[Yohannes]

"YOU MANIACS!! YOU BLEW IT UP!! DAMN YOOUU!! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELLLL!!!"

The Kennyite mission was clearly in very capable hands.

Seeing the Kennyite delegation, Elisabeth chuckled softly. Frisbeetarianism and war, peace, and disarmament. The more things change, the more they remain the same.

[Potted Plants United]

That, was confusing to her. "What, the... defector? It's what he is; I can't really call him Teravas anymore, can I?"

"He has a name, miss Rahlen, even if his Imperial Military rank has been stripped of him. Or his Imperial Intelligence one, for that matter."

"New Military Overseer, momentum, whatever you like to call it. We'll have the Exterior back."

"She is the older sister of the Civil Overseer, is she not? As for the Exterior, you might. But you might not be able to keep it. It is very unlikely your enemies will stop, unless you destroy them completely, and you don't have the resources of doing that, or you already would have."

"They invaded us; they had ships in the Interior. You can't expect the Imperium to just let them ransack our homes?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't their homeplanet in the Interior? Wasn't it invaded and bombed and ransacked by the Imperium? What right do you have to complain about being treated by them the same way you treated them?"

[Scherzinger]

*Hiei ordered another saki, looking for someone in particular, clicking in her heels quite fast.*

"Is Mr. Bell available?"