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by Wallenburg » Wed Mar 03, 2021 9:11 pm
by Groot » Thu Mar 04, 2021 5:07 am
The Langburn Islands wrote:Ambassador Arias enters the Strangers' Bar.
What the hell have I stepped into?, she thought to herself as she stepped over a gritty, dark green puddle which she sure hoped wasn't what she thought it was.
The dark, musty gloom of the bar stretched out into the nether.
"Is there anyone here?"
by The Langburn Islands » Fri Mar 05, 2021 1:25 am
Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"
Groot wrote:The Langburn Islands wrote:Ambassador Arias enters the Strangers' Bar.
What the hell have I stepped into?, she thought to herself as she stepped over a gritty, dark green puddle which she sure hoped wasn't what she thought it was.
The dark, musty gloom of the bar stretched out into the nether.
"Is there anyone here?"
Groot awakens with a start. "I am Groot," says Groot, as he raises an empty, cobweb-filled glass.
by Groot » Fri Mar 05, 2021 7:39 am
The Langburn Islands wrote:"Didn't mean to wake you Ambassador! Would you like a drink? And maybe a new glass?"
by Untecna » Fri Mar 05, 2021 7:43 am
by Greater Cesnica » Thu Mar 11, 2021 3:40 pm
Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"
Sic Semper Tyrannis.
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by Silvedania » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:17 pm
Greater Cesnica wrote:Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"
Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.
News:All trade with Crabaiaia and Pikala has stopped as diplomats meet in Trenaka. Silvedanians are confused by Quentin Tarantulatino's new film, Seasonal Snackbox(This is a Bojack Horseman reference.) Weird song goes viral for making no sense.
Being president looks like the worst job in the world. -John Mulaney
by Esthe » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:20 pm
by Wallenburg » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:24 pm
Greater Cesnica wrote:Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"
Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.
by Groot » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:31 pm
Esthe wrote:They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow.
by Greater Cesnica » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:39 pm
Wallenburg wrote:Ogenbond calls over to Neville to get a glass of one of the more popular Wallenburgian red wines brought to the Langburnian ambassador. It would likely disappoint her, being so dilute compared to the alcohol of most other cultures.Greater Cesnica wrote:Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.
"Budget cuts, what else? Or maybe the janitorial staff got locked in the third sub-basement again. I'll tell you this much: the smell when they finally recovered those people reminded me of my time in the army."
Silvedania wrote:"Who's there?" A sound comes from the couch. Coach-human. Who knows anymore? Thats what happens when someone sleeps on the coach for over a month, voting for proposals on their phone. Bridgette sits up. "How did I get over here?"
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San Lumen wrote:You are ridiculous.George Orwell wrote:“That rifle on the wall of the labourer's cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy. It is our job to see that it stays there.”
by Island Girl Herby » Fri Mar 12, 2021 12:41 am
by Silvedania » Fri Mar 12, 2021 6:08 am
News:All trade with Crabaiaia and Pikala has stopped as diplomats meet in Trenaka. Silvedanians are confused by Quentin Tarantulatino's new film, Seasonal Snackbox(This is a Bojack Horseman reference.) Weird song goes viral for making no sense.
Being president looks like the worst job in the world. -John Mulaney
by Untecna » Fri Mar 12, 2021 7:50 am
by Separatist Peoples » Sat Mar 13, 2021 7:32 am
by Groot » Sat Mar 13, 2021 11:47 am
Untecna wrote:"Cut it out, of course he is."
Separatist Peoples wrote:"I don't believe you," states Bell directly. He then pulls out a cigar and lights it, puffing away without follow-up.
by Wallenburg » Sun Mar 14, 2021 1:59 am
Greater Cesnica wrote:Wallenburg wrote:Ogenbond calls over to Neville to get a glass of one of the more popular Wallenburgian red wines brought to the Langburnian ambassador. It would likely disappoint her, being so dilute compared to the alcohol of most other cultures.
"Budget cuts, what else? Or maybe the janitorial staff got locked in the third sub-basement again. I'll tell you this much: the smell when they finally recovered those people reminded me of my time in the army."
McCooley grimaces. He retrieves a handkerchief in his back pocket and wipes the tabletop until it's clean enough to place his laptop on it. "Someone should probably check down there." he muses to himself. He places his laptop bag down, then turns to face Ambassador Ogenbond. "Actually, ah, you wouldn't happen to have a bottle of those red wines, would you? Need something to help wind down."
by Greater Cesnica » Sun Mar 14, 2021 5:08 am
Wallenburg wrote:Greater Cesnica wrote:McCooley grimaces. He retrieves a handkerchief in his back pocket and wipes the tabletop until it's clean enough to place his laptop on it. "Someone should probably check down there." he muses to himself. He places his laptop bag down, then turns to face Ambassador Ogenbond. "Actually, ah, you wouldn't happen to have a bottle of those red wines, would you? Need something to help wind down."
"A bottle?" Ogenbond hesitates, then calls back to Neville for a bottle of Wallenburgian Hongstenstad. "Let's share it, why not? After all, in this space time is almost meaningless. That's why I do my paperwork here, if I'm smart I can get back to the office before sunset even if I've done days of work. Well, if I'm drunk enough, and if I remember that I'm supposed to be back in bed early."
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San Lumen wrote:You are ridiculous.George Orwell wrote:“That rifle on the wall of the labourer's cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy. It is our job to see that it stays there.”
by The Palentine » Sat Apr 03, 2021 8:29 pm
by Island Girl Herby » Thu Apr 08, 2021 9:48 am
by Untecna » Sat Apr 10, 2021 10:51 pm
The Palentine wrote:After a couple of weeks absence, where he was busy filling in for Sen Sulla, and acting as the City Editor for the newspaper he worked for(while the Editor was on vacation), Mr.Simeon re-enters the bar. Looking around he sees the crowd is somewhat dead, so he decides to do something about it. Philo orders a Sunset Saspirilla and walks over to the piano. He thanks the waitress when she brings his drink, and after taking a sip he sits down. Placing his drink on top of the piano, he does a few rudimentary scales to flex his fingers and warm up. When he is satisfied that he is ready he turns his head to the bar patrons and says,
"Heres one of my favorite classics from Billy Joel. Forgive me for making it fit to the Festering Snakepit. I hope you enjoy it."
"It's nine o'clock on a saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's Dicey Reilly sittin' next to me
Makin' love to her tonic and gin
She says: "Son can you play me a memory?"
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger girl's clothes
La-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Jimmy at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says Philo I believe this is killing me
As a smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
And Violet is practicing politics
As the ambassadors slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone...
Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And Neville gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin' here?
Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright"
by The Palentine » Sat Apr 10, 2021 11:51 pm
Untecna wrote:The Palentine wrote:After a couple of weeks absence, where he was busy filling in for Sen Sulla, and acting as the City Editor for the newspaper he worked for(while the Editor was on vacation), Mr.Simeon re-enters the bar. Looking around he sees the crowd is somewhat dead, so he decides to do something about it. Philo orders a Sunset Saspirilla and walks over to the piano. He thanks the waitress when she brings his drink, and after taking a sip he sits down. Placing his drink on top of the piano, he does a few rudimentary scales to flex his fingers and warm up. When he is satisfied that he is ready he turns his head to the bar patrons and says,
"Heres one of my favorite classics from Billy Joel. Forgive me for making it fit to the Festering Snakepit. I hope you enjoy it."
"It's nine o'clock on a saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's Dicey Reilly sittin' next to me
Makin' love to her tonic and gin
She says: "Son can you play me a memory?"
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger girl's clothes
La-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now Jimmy at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says Philo I believe this is killing me
As a smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
And Violet is practicing politics
As the ambassadors slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone...
Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And Neville gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin' here?
Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da
Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright"
The Untecnan ambassador walks in with a large bag on his back. He approaches the bar.
"Neville, I'll have my usual. Philo, you mind helping a bit?"
He pulls out a guitar and begins playing an acoustic version of "Dream On."
"Every time when I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
And it went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way?
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life's in books, written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true, oh
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for a year
Sing for the laughter, and sing the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear
Sing it with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream until the dream come true
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on, ah
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear
Sing it with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away"
by Groot » Sat Apr 24, 2021 11:08 am
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