The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Wallenburg]

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

"Is Mr. Bell available?"

Helen keeps her eye on Vandov, still concerned over the sheer volume of beer he had consumed earlier.

"Last I saw him he was arguing with some man about mechanized infantry," says Trevanyika. "Why do you ask? Got a date?"

[Scherzinger]

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

"Is Mr. Bell available?"

Helen keeps her eye on Vandov, still concerned over the sheer volume of beer he had consumed earlier.

"Last I saw him he was arguing with some man about mechanized infantry," says Trevanyika. "Why do you ask? Got a date?"

Hiei paused for a moment to address Trevanyika "Oh heavens no, wrong gender. I do have a small matter of importance to discuss with him though"

[Wallenburg]

Helen keeps her eye on Vandov, still concerned over the sheer volume of beer he had consumed earlier.

"Last I saw him he was arguing with some man about mechanized infantry," says Trevanyika. "Why do you ask? Got a date?"

Hiei paused for a moment to address Trevanyika "Oh heavens no, wrong gender. I do have a small matter of importance to discuss with him though"

"Interesting. I might have an idea for getting him in here quick. Come on, help me with the drunk," she says, gesturing to Vandov. She stands up, adjusts her crutch a bit, and begins lifting the man out of the seat.

[Scherzinger]

Hiei paused for a moment to address Trevanyika "Oh heavens no, wrong gender. I do have a small matter of importance to discuss with him though"

"Interesting. I might have an idea for getting him in here quick. Come on, help me with the drunk," she says, gesturing to Vandov. She stands up, adjusts her crutch a bit, and begins lifting the man out of the seat.

Hiei was genuinely confused, and wondered how she could help in the shoes she wore, but agreed to assist Trevanyika with her task. She takes one side of the man to level out the weight carried

[Wallenburg]

"Interesting. I might have an idea for getting him in here quick. Come on, help me with the drunk," she says, gesturing to Vandov. She stands up, adjusts her crutch a bit, and begins lifting the man out of the seat.

Hiei was genuinely confused, and wondered how she could help in the shoes she wore, but agreed to assist Trevanyika with her task. She takes one side of the man to level out the weight carried

"Excellent, just like that. Okay, here we go."

Helen leads Hiei in carrying the Reinkalistani over to a stained glass window at the far end of the bar. Immortalized in the beautiful glasswork stands an imposing representation of Ambassador Benjamin Bell. A small plaque at the windowsill indicates it is dedicated to "the Patron Saint of Bad Ideas".

Helen shifts the man's weight, now carrying him under her arm rather than on top of it. She moves around so that the man's feet face the window.

"You'll want to give it a good shove on the way out. The reflecting pool is further away than it looks. Okay. One, two, three!"

With a determined lunge, Helen throws Vandov into the window. The stained glass shatters immediately, showering the windowsill. Shards go flying out with the ambassador, flying, flying! Now falling. The ambassador falls with them.

...

PLUNK!

Helen leans out the window for a moment, admiring their work. The Reinkalistani had gone further than she expected. She turns back to Hiei with a huge grin on her face. "Now, how's that? I think that will get his attention."

[Scherzinger]

Hiei was genuinely confused, and wondered how she could help in the shoes she wore, but agreed to assist Trevanyika with her task. She takes one side of the man to level out the weight carried

"Excellent, just like that. Okay, here we go."

Helen leads Hiei in carrying the Reinkalistani over to a stained glass window at the far end of the bar. Immortalized in the beautiful glasswork stands an imposing representation of Ambassador Benjamin Bell. A small plaque at the windowsill indicates it is dedicated to "the Patron Saint of Bad Ideas".

Helen shifts the man's weight, now carrying him under her arm rather than on top of it. She moves around so that the man's feet face the window.

"You'll want to give it a good shove on the way out. The reflecting pool is further away than it looks. Okay. One, two, three!"

With a determined lunge, Helen throws Vandov into the window. The stained glass shatters immediately, showering the windowsill. Shards go flying out with the ambassador, flying, flying! Now falling. The ambassador falls with them.

...

PLUNK!

Helen leans out the window for a moment, admiring their work. The Reinkalistani had gone further than she expected. She turns back to Hiei with a huge grin on her face. "Now, how's that? I think that will get his attention."

Hiei brings the drunkard with them. She hesitated when they threw the drunk through the window, which caused her to break her right heel. She said a certain 4 letter swear word starting with S as it happened, but kept it quiet so it wasnt noticed.

"thank you....i think. Although vandalism wasn't what i had in mind."

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell, as it happened, had been flirting with one of the bodyguards near the arcade where bodyguards are sent to wait for their delegation to finish drowning themselves in liquor. At the sound of the crash, Bell looked up with resignation in his eyes. Politely excusing himself from the bodyguard and her very attractive sidearms, he walked over to Helen and Hiei.

Standing before the multicolored pile of broken glass, he slid a phone from his suit jacket and pressed a button. An observant person might note that he had the recipient on speed dial.

"Yes, hi, this is Ben Bell. Yeah, at the World Assembly. Uh huh. Yeah, somebody broke it again. Standard fee? Sure thing, just dont cash the check until after the first. The intern checks arrive on the first. Thanks."

He hangs up, eyes still on the remnants of the window and not on Hiei or Helen. Chuckie, emerging from under a table, begins to ferry the larger pieces of glass into a pile for his human.

"You know I have a cell phone, right? And that this whole building has a paging service? You people don't need to keep breaking the only piece of real art in this bar to get my attention."

[Scherzinger]

Bell, as it happened, had been flirting with one of the bodyguards near the arcade where bodyguards are sent to wait for their delegation to finish drowning themselves in liquor. At the sound of the crash, Bell looked up with resignation in his eyes. Politely excusing himself from the bodyguard and her very attractive sidearms, he walked over to Helen and Hiei.

Standing before the multicolored pile of broken glass, he slid a phone from his suit jacket and pressed a button. An observant person might note that he had the recipient on speed dial.

"Yes, hi, this is Ben Bell. Yeah, at the World Assembly. Uh huh. Yeah, somebody broke it again. Standard fee? Sure thing, just dont cash the check until after the first. The intern checks arrive on the first. Thanks."

He hangs up, eyes still on the remnants of the window and not on Hiei or Helen. Chuckie, emerging from under a table, begins to ferry the larger pieces of glass into a pile for his human.

"You know I have a cell phone, right? And that this whole building has a paging service? You people don't need to keep breaking the only piece of real art in this bar to get my attention."

Hiei attempts to look as presentable as possible, balancing somewhat awkwardly, her heel broken. "I apologize Mr Bell. I asked around and the Wallenburg delegation told me this was how you were to be contacted.
Hiei offered an awkward but respectful bow

[Denathor]

"Excellent, just like that. Okay, here we go."

Helen leads Hiei in carrying the Reinkalistani over to a stained glass window at the far end of the bar. Immortalized in the beautiful glasswork stands an imposing representation of Ambassador Benjamin Bell. A small plaque at the windowsill indicates it is dedicated to "the Patron Saint of Bad Ideas".

Helen shifts the man's weight, now carrying him under her arm rather than on top of it. She moves around so that the man's feet face the window.

"You'll want to give it a good shove on the way out. The reflecting pool is further away than it looks. Okay. One, two, three!"

With a determined lunge, Helen throws Vandov into the window. The stained glass shatters immediately, showering the windowsill. Shards go flying out with the ambassador, flying, flying! Now falling. The ambassador falls with them.

...

PLUNK!

Helen leans out the window for a moment, admiring their work. The Reinkalistani had gone further than she expected. She turns back to Hiei with a huge grin on her face. "Now, how's that? I think that will get his attention."

Callahan looks up from his work to see the now broken window.

"Huh, my first defenestration. Neat."

He goes back to marking up his papers.

[The New Sicilian State]

Crawford picks his head off of the table only briefly to look at the ensuing commotion and falls back down again.

"Neville, a shot every three and a half minutes until the mass abortion debate is tabled for the next repeal attempt..."

[Separatist Peoples]

Crawford picks his head off of the table only briefly to look at the ensuing commotion and falls back down again.

"Neville, a shot every three and a half minutes until the mass abortion debate is tabled for the next repeal attempt..."

Bell does some quick calculations in his head, then looks over his shoulder at the suffering Crawford. "You, sir, are going to die. In an hour."

Hiei attempts to look as presentable as possible, balancing somewhat awkwardly, her heel broken. "I apologize Mr Bell. I asked around and the Wallenburg delegation told me this was how you were to be contacted.
Hiei offered an awkward but respectful bow

The ambassador looks hard at Hiei as she tried to look presentable. He brushes a piece of broken glass off her shoulder, and then points a finger at her as if about to jab her in the shoulder with it.

"You are not to listen to Helen. It will only go poorly for you."

He turns that finger to Helen.

"You...well, this is still less trouble than I usually expect from you."

[The New Sicilian State]

Crawford picks his head off of the table only briefly to look at the ensuing commotion and falls back down again.

"Neville, a shot every three and a half minutes until the mass abortion debate is tabled for the next repeal attempt..."

Bell does some quick calculations in his head, then looks over his shoulder at the suffering Crawford. "You, sir, are going to die. In an hour."

"Noncents!" Crawford shouts, grinning. "I have the meatabolism of a man! Or- wait..."

[Wallenburg]

The ambassador looks hard at Hiei as she tried to look presentable. He brushes a piece of broken glass off her shoulder, and then points a finger at her as if about to jab her in the shoulder with it.

"You are not to listen to Helen. It will only go poorly for you."

He turns that finger to Helen.

"You...well, this is still less trouble than I usually expect from you."

"I don't like your insinuations, Mr. Bell!" Helen shakes her head, disappointed. "Come now, Benjamin, help the young lady out. She's taken enough chances working here around us 'democratic saboteurs'. I think that goes double for me, being a socialist. She just wants your help with--"

She stops. Trevanyika frowns and turns her head over her shoulder to look at Hiei. "Wait, why did you want to see him? I don't think I asked you before."

[Tinfect]

Standing before the multicolored pile of broken glass, he slid a phone from his suit jacket and pressed a button. An observant person might note that he had the recipient on speed dial.
"Yes, hi, this is Ben Bell. Yeah, at the World Assembly. Uh huh. Yeah, somebody broke it again. Standard fee? Sure thing, just don't cash the check until after the first. The intern checks arrive on the first. Thanks."

With that, as if on cue, a handful of Imperial workers in stylish high-visibility pink entered the room, carrying between them, a brand new stained glass window of the right-dishonorable Benjamin Bell, and yet another set of the hinges that everyone seems to forget about. They quickly cross the length of the bar, install the new window, and, in turn, with neat salutes each, jump out of it.

[Scherzinger]

Crawford picks his head off of the table only briefly to look at the ensuing commotion and falls back down again.

"Neville, a shot every three and a half minutes until the mass abortion debate is tabled for the next repeal attempt..."

Bell does some quick calculations in his head, then looks over his shoulder at the suffering Crawford. "You, sir, are going to die. In an hour."

Hiei attempts to look as presentable as possible, balancing somewhat awkwardly, her heel broken. "I apologize Mr Bell. I asked around and the Wallenburg delegation told me this was how you were to be contacted.
Hiei offered an awkward but respectful bow

The ambassador looks hard at Hiei as she tried to look presentable. He brushes a piece of broken glass off her shoulder, and then points a finger at her as if about to jab her in the shoulder with it.

"You are not to listen to Helen. It will only go poorly for you."

He turns that finger to Helen.

"You...well, this is still less trouble than I usually expect from you."

Hiei looks confused.

"I am a bit torn here. I agree that literal enemies of my state aren't to be listened to but on the other hand, even if you are a senior WA member, that im not inclined to take orders from you. That said, I agree. Its a bad idea to accept help from Communists."

*Hiei began to have some second thoughts.*

"What i had to say isn't exactly life threatening, which is kinda why my shoe broke. Had I known this degenerate was going to vandalize your property, i would have found someone else to help me. I can wait if you're busy"

[Separatist Peoples]

"I don't like your insinuations, Mr. Bell!" Helen shakes her head, disappointed. "Come now, Benjamin, help the young lady out. She's taken enough chances working here around us 'democratic saboteurs'. I think that goes double for me, being a socialist. She just wants your help with--"

She stops. Trevanyika frowns and turns her head over her shoulder to look at Hiei. "Wait, why did you want to see him? I don't think I asked you before."

"You liked them well enough as I recall..." Bell muttered to himself.

Bell does some quick calculations in his head, then looks over his shoulder at the suffering Crawford. "You, sir, are going to die. In an hour."



The ambassador looks hard at Hiei as she tried to look presentable. He brushes a piece of broken glass off her shoulder, and then points a finger at her as if about to jab her in the shoulder with it.

"You are not to listen to Helen. It will only go poorly for you."

He turns that finger to Helen.

"You...well, this is still less trouble than I usually expect from you."

Hiei looks confused.

"I am a bit torn here. I agree that literal enemies of my state aren't to be listened to but on the other hand, even if you are a senior WA member, that im not inclined to take orders from you. That said, I agree. Its a bad idea to accept help from Communists."

*Hiei began to have some second thoughts.*

"What i had to say isn't exactly life threatening, which is kinda why my shoe broke. Had I known this degenerate was going to vandalize your property, i would have found someone else to help me. I can wait if you're busy"

Bell glances over to the arcade, which is now empty, and sighs. "I'm not busy. And you don't have to listen to anybody here. If you're here, you have diplomatic immunity and an almost unending collection of ways to avoid extraordinary rendition. You should listen to me, though, for I am very wise, and Helen is...very Helen. What's up?"

[Morover]

Standing before the multicolored pile of broken glass, he slid a phone from his suit jacket and pressed a button. An observant person might note that he had the recipient on speed dial.
"Yes, hi, this is Ben Bell. Yeah, at the World Assembly. Uh huh. Yeah, somebody broke it again. Standard fee? Sure thing, just don't cash the check until after the first. The intern checks arrive on the first. Thanks."

With that, as if on cue, a handful of Imperial workers in stylish high-visibility pink entered the room, carrying between them, a brand new stained glass window of the right-dishonorable Benjamin Bell, and yet another set of the hinges that everyone seems to forget about. They quickly cross the length of the bar, install the new window, and, in turn, with neat salutes each, jump out of it.

Darin Perise sees the acrobats jump out of the room, nods quickly, and turns away. Then, as if just processing what had happened, he looked back and stared for slightly longer than he needed to. He takes a quick glug of his drink, an indistinguishable beverage that smells faintly of shellfish that nobody seems to remember him ordering.

[Scherzinger]

"I don't like your insinuations, Mr. Bell!" Helen shakes her head, disappointed. "Come now, Benjamin, help the young lady out. She's taken enough chances working here around us 'democratic saboteurs'. I think that goes double for me, being a socialist. She just wants your help with--"

She stops. Trevanyika frowns and turns her head over her shoulder to look at Hiei. "Wait, why did you want to see him? I don't think I asked you before."

"You liked them well enough as I recall..." Bell muttered to himself.

Hiei looks confused.

"I am a bit torn here. I agree that literal enemies of my state aren't to be listened to but on the other hand, even if you are a senior WA member, that im not inclined to take orders from you. That said, I agree. Its a bad idea to accept help from Communists."

*Hiei began to have some second thoughts.*

"What i had to say isn't exactly life threatening, which is kinda why my shoe broke. Had I known this degenerate was going to vandalize your property, i would have found someone else to help me. I can wait if you're busy"

Bell glances over to the arcade, which is now empty, and sighs. "I'm not busy. And you don't have to listen to anybody here. If you're here, you have diplomatic immunity and an almost unending collection of ways to avoid extraordinary rendition. You should listen to me, though, for I am very wise, and Helen is...very Helen. What's up?"

*Hiei awkwardly bows again*

"I would like to inform you that the Emperor sends his apologies. Anzu does not necessarily represent the views of the nation, and she certainly doesn't behave like we do. I was here to personally inform you that i have been assigned to the tasks formerly held by Anzu. I am Princess Hiei von Platz. Sister of Princess and Heir Apparent to Momo Kawashima, Princess Haruna von Zenzefer und Kawashima. The Emperor and I agreed that it would be best to specifically address you as we feel the tensions between the two nations was extreme for the most irrational reasons."

*Hiei wobbled over to extend her hand both to give a parchment and to offer a handshake*

"The Emperor does indeed send his condolences. He is personally ashamed of the events and actions that led to our past and somewhat current relationship. I'm not saying im not going to listen to you, merely to explain that I have my own sovereignty and I should be allowed to make my own mistakes with the advice you've given. I wanted to inform you of the recent changes and that we feel no ill will toward you, but understand if you still do, as we have no right to force you to forgive us."

[Separatist Peoples]

"You liked them well enough as I recall..." Bell muttered to himself.



Bell glances over to the arcade, which is now empty, and sighs. "I'm not busy. And you don't have to listen to anybody here. If you're here, you have diplomatic immunity and an almost unending collection of ways to avoid extraordinary rendition. You should listen to me, though, for I am very wise, and Helen is...very Helen. What's up?"

*Hiei awkwardly bows again*

"I would like to inform you that the Emperor sends his apologies. Anzu does not necessarily represent the views of the nation, and she certainly doesn't behave like we do. I was here to personally inform you that i have been assigned to the tasks formerly held by Anzu. I am Princess Hiei von Platz. Sister of Princess and Heir Apparent to Momo Kawashima, Princess Haruna von Zenzefer und Kawashima. The Emperor and I agreed that it would be best to specifically address you as we feel the tensions between the two nations was extreme for the most irrational reasons."

*Hiei wobbled over to extend her hand both to give a parchment and to offer a handshake*

"The Emperor does indeed send his condolences. He is personally ashamed of the events and actions that led to our past and somewhat current relationship. I'm not saying im not going to listen to you, merely to explain that I have my own sovereignty and I should be allowed to make my own mistakes with the advice you've given. I wanted to inform you of the recent changes and that we feel no ill will toward you, but understand if you still do, as we have no right to force you to forgive us."

Bell grins and slaps Hiei's arm jovially. "Now you're getting this diplomacy thing. Water under the bridge, madam. Water under the bridge."

[The Palentine]

The door to the bar opens, and Philo Simeon walks in with Velma Wong, who denizens of the Festering Snakepit would recognize as former Minsky's Burlesque Star and current secretary to Sen Sulla. Philo is wearing a very well made and well fitted gray pinstripe suit, while Velma is wearing a very chic black velvet dancing dress with a slit clear up to her hip. She waits by the door while Philo walks up to the bar. Looking around he notices his boss, the good but unwholesome Senator Sulla pretty much drunk as a lord. Philo reaches into his jacket and removes a rather thick plain envelope which he hands to Jimmy the Barkeep, while saying,
"Jimmy my boy, heres something to get that window I broke fixed, Sorryvsbout the mess, but duty called. Anyway, I have to run, as I promised Velma a nice dinner at Cosmo's in The 'Burgh...Later."

Then with a mischievious grin only a gorilla can give, Philo leans over and gives Jimmy a kiss on the top of his head. Laughing he turns around and walks back to the door. Offering his arm to Velma he asks,
"Ready to go, bubbelah?"

Velma seems hard pressed to control her laughter, so she just nods and slips her arm into his and they depart.

[Scherzinger]

*Hiei awkwardly bows again*

"I would like to inform you that the Emperor sends his apologies. Anzu does not necessarily represent the views of the nation, and she certainly doesn't behave like we do. I was here to personally inform you that i have been assigned to the tasks formerly held by Anzu. I am Princess Hiei von Platz. Sister of Princess and Heir Apparent to Momo Kawashima, Princess Haruna von Zenzefer und Kawashima. The Emperor and I agreed that it would be best to specifically address you as we feel the tensions between the two nations was extreme for the most irrational reasons."

*Hiei wobbled over to extend her hand both to give a parchment and to offer a handshake*

"The Emperor does indeed send his condolences. He is personally ashamed of the events and actions that led to our past and somewhat current relationship. I'm not saying im not going to listen to you, merely to explain that I have my own sovereignty and I should be allowed to make my own mistakes with the advice you've given. I wanted to inform you of the recent changes and that we feel no ill will toward you, but understand if you still do, as we have no right to force you to forgive us."

Bell grins and slaps Hiei's arm jovially. "Now you're getting this diplomacy thing. Water under the bridge, madam. Water under the bridge."

Hiei was confused, but didnt visually show it. "How can one experience such vicious hate from an ambassador like Anzu and just be ok with it all?"

[Guaylandia]

A well-dressed young American man enters the bar. He wears a black suit with two pens on his lapel, and he carries a strange, metallic, disc shaped device with his two hands.

He quietly mumbles "So there is a 'world assembly' larger than our own."

Then, he raises his voice a bit. He speaks in an accent that isn't quite a normal American accent, but isn't quite identifiable as any other nation's accent.

"I'm Ivan Engels, the new President of the nation you call Guaylandia. This is, um... my first time visiting the General Assembly since the Presidency uh... rotated. Interesting things you have going on here."

[Wallenburg]

Bell grins and slaps Hiei's arm jovially. "Now you're getting this diplomacy thing. Water under the bridge, madam. Water under the bridge."

Hiei was confused, but didnt visually show it. "How can one experience such vicious hate from an ambassador like Anzu and just be ok with it all?"

"Well, your government is offering a personal apology, and you're not whoever this Anzu character is," interjects Trevanyika. "Anyway, I'm happy I could get you two in contact. See you around, Benjamin."

Helen hobbles to the bar proper. "Neville, I think I'm getting old. That defenestration took a lot out of me. Maybe I'll just have something to eat? My usual? Thanks."

She reaches the stool next to the Guaylandian. Taking a seat, she sets the crutch on the next seat over. She eyes the newcomer carefully, then waits for her meal to arrive.

[Newark Aristocracy]

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

[The Palentine]

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

OOC: since you seem to have forgotten or didn't know the ambassador would do absolutely no harm as due to ACME Weapon Nullifiers installed in the Bar. There are no weapons allowed in the bar. The ambassador would look damned silly shooting Wallenberg with a squirt gun. If you want bloodthirsty RP go check out International Incidents. That subforum is filled with bloodthirsty maniacs.