The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Groot]

"I am Groot," says Groot. After Violet drops a mug of root beer in front of him, Groot lifts it in Ambassador 53's direction and takes a swig. He looks at the car again, noticing her glum demeanor. "I am Groot," he asks.

Oh it’s nothin’. Feeling a little blue I guess. I mean ehhhh not the color blue. You know what I mean. Right? I just need a little pick me up. Like some decent entertainment. Or some stimulating conversation. (She looks in the general direction of Ambassador Bell.) Or even a finger puppet show at this point.

Groot chuckles. "I am Groot," he says, excusing himself for the moment. A couple minutes later, he returns with a briefcase. He faces Herby, and places the briefcase in between them, with the latches facing himself. He opens the briefcase and rifles through its contents. Within moments, above the edge of the suitcase appear two very small finger puppets (technically, twig puppets, since Groots have twigs and not fingers). "I am Groot," Groot says in a high voice, while wagging one puppet. "I am Groot," he says in a deep voice while wagging the other one. As he goes on with the dialogue, another puppet appears. Then another. Then another. Then another. Eventually there are fifteen puppets, all wagging around, all swaying back and forth, and all saying silly things like "I am Groot." After about ten minutes, the show has ended, and all fifteen puppets take their bows before disappearing into the briefcase. Groot closes the briefcase, exclaims, "I am Groot," and takes a bow himself.

[American Pere Housh]

Vanny put her Bluetooth headphones on and began singing to the lyrics of Withered By Rockit Gaming,

{Intro}
Withered, withered

{Verse 1}
Have you ever felt weak and broken?
Have you ever felt beaten open?
Have you ever felt trapped and hopeless?
I know I have
Tired eyes, give it one more try
Stay awake for one more night
Hallucinations hit my mind

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Verse 2}
Have you ever been abused and damaged?
Have you ever been lost in sadness?
Have you ever been left and stranded?
I know I have
Been around so long, they're rotten
Leaking out, robotic toxins
In a box, unlocked forgotten

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Outro}
Withered, withered
Withered, withered

[Bears Armed]

Vanny put her Bluetooth headphones on and began singing to the lyrics of Withered By Rockit Gaming,

{Intro}
Withered, withered

{Verse 1}
Have you ever felt weak and broken?
Have you ever felt beaten open?
Have you ever felt trapped and hopeless?
I know I have
Tired eyes, give it one more try
Stay awake for one more night
Hallucinations hit my mind

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Verse 2}
Have you ever been abused and damaged?
Have you ever been lost in sadness?
Have you ever been left and stranded?
I know I have
Been around so long, they're rotten
Leaking out, robotic toxins
In a box, unlocked forgotten

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Outro}
Withered, withered
Withered, withered

Artorrios enters the room, walks over to the jukebox, and searches through that apparatus's [very] comprehensive repertoire until he finds the instrumental piece -- by he human composer Beethoven -- that has been known to generations of Ursine piano students as 'Furry Liza'. Relaxing as he listens to the soothing tones of this, he wanders -- nodding to various people of his acquaintance, in acknowledgement of their presence, along the way -- across to the bar itself where he catches Jimmy's attention and orders a meal.
"Trilobite on the half-shell. please, with the usual 'creamy chives & parsley' sauce; dauphine potatoes, a large portion of them, plus snow peas and grilled chanterelle mushrooms; and, to drink, a bottle of the house's Chardonnay-Torrontes white wine suitably chilled."

[American Pere Housh]

Vanny put her Bluetooth headphones on and began singing to the lyrics of Withered By Rockit Gaming,

{Intro}
Withered, withered

{Verse 1}
Have you ever felt weak and broken?
Have you ever felt beaten open?
Have you ever felt trapped and hopeless?
I know I have
Tired eyes, give it one more try
Stay awake for one more night
Hallucinations hit my mind

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Verse 2}
Have you ever been abused and damaged?
Have you ever been lost in sadness?
Have you ever been left and stranded?
I know I have
Been around so long, they're rotten
Leaking out, robotic toxins
In a box, unlocked forgotten

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

{Bridge}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Chorus}
Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

Withered, withered
Flesh torn to the bone
Withered, withered
Souls without a home

Why'd I try to stay up?
Quivering, a shakeup
Nightmare that I'm trapped inside
Broken arms, they grab me
Fingernails, they stab me
Never make it all five nights

{Outro}
Withered, withered
Withered, withered

Artorrios enters the room, walks over to the jukebox, and searches through that apparatus's [very] comprehensive repertoire until he finds the instrumental piece -- by he human composer Beethoven -- that has been known to generations of Ursine piano students as 'Furry Liza'. Relaxing as he listens to the soothing tones of this, he wanders -- nodding to various people of his acquaintance, in acknowledgement of their presence, along the way -- across to the bar itself where he catches Jimmy's attention and orders a meal.
"Trilobite on the half-shell. please, with the usual 'creamy chives & parsley' sauce; dauphine potatoes, a large portion of them, plus snow peas and grilled chanterelle mushrooms; and, to drink, a bottle of the house's Chardonnay-Torrontes white wine suitably chilled."

Vanny shook her head at the poor taste in music then changes the song to Blood // Water by grandson. She starts jamming to the song after which after that she picked 16 Shots by Stefflon Don.

[Minskiev]

Wallace flops over to the jukebox once more to put on some nice, nostalgic songs from his calfhood. Songs like "I'll Arf You" or "When the Walrus Arfs," stuff like that. Ahh, very catchy, just like he remembered. This'll be stuck in his decently-sized head forever.

Wallace looks around for a while and notices the Ursine ambassador ordering some food. "Arf, arf arf." Maybe some salmon, some trout, polar bear steak.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Wallace flops over to the jukebox once more to put on some nice, nostalgic songs from his calfhood. Songs like "I'll Arf You" or "When the Walrus Arfs," stuff like that. Ahh, very catchy, just like he remembered. This'll be stuck in his decently-sized head forever.

Wallace looks around for a while and notices the Ursine ambassador ordering some food. "Arf, arf arf." Maybe some salmon, some trout, polar bear steak.

Leo, stumbling in half-asleep, doesn't notice at first who is operating the jukebox. As his coffee is becoming cool enough to drink without scorching his mouth, he does a double, then a triple take. He smirks very briefly, then puts on as deadpan a face as he can manage. He sips his joe til the music comes to an end. Then far too nonchalantly he moseys on over to the karaoke console and starts punching buttons. A smile threatens to overcome his artificially solemn face as he finally finds his selection. He gets a lid on it as he moves up on stage and grabs the mic.

A decidedly non-classical cello starts things off, followed by a drum line that can only be called "funky." Leo's facade starts to slip, and by the time the words appear on the karaoke screen, his face is one gigantic shit-eating grin.
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"I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together-er-er! ..... See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how-ow they fly! ... I'm cryyyyyyyyyin'! ...... Sitting on a cornflake..... waiting for the van to come!..... corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday, man you been a naughty boy, you letcher face go long....... I am the eggman (WOOOOOOO) they are the eggmen (WOOOOOOOO) I AM THE WALRUS!!! Goo goo guh-joob! Mister city p'liceman, sitting, pretty little p'licemen in a row-ow-ow-ow-ow......"...

[Wallenburg]

Jennifer frowns as several patrons throw out their own musical tastes, some far worse than others. She asks Slick, "I think you've started a proper music fit. Look, that guy's actually just screaming into a trumpet. Not even blowing it, just screaming into the bell. I guess they're happy, but hang me for a fool if I'm not struggling to just keep track of the musical principles underlying these...erm...cultural contributions."

She listens to Leo's performance, doing her level best to understand the lyrics as her universal translator exports them in Wallenburgian. Anarcho-punk with walrus characteristics?

[Minskiev]

Wallace flops over to the jukebox once more to put on some nice, nostalgic songs from his calfhood. Songs like "I'll Arf You" or "When the Walrus Arfs," stuff like that. Ahh, very catchy, just like he remembered. This'll be stuck in his decently-sized head forever.

Wallace looks around for a while and notices the Ursine ambassador ordering some food. "Arf, arf arf." Maybe some salmon, some trout, polar bear steak.

Leo, stumbling in half-asleep, doesn't notice at first who is operating the jukebox. As his coffee is becoming cool enough to drink without scorching his mouth, he does a double, then a triple take. He smirks very briefly, then puts on as deadpan a face as he can manage. He sips his joe til the music comes to an end. Then far too nonchalantly he moseys on over to the karaoke console and starts punching buttons. A smile threatens to overcome his artificially solemn face as he finally finds his selection. He gets a lid on it as he moves up on stage and grabs the mic.

A decidedly non-classical cello starts things off, followed by a drum line that can only be called "funky." Leo's facade starts to slip, and by the time the words appear on the karaoke screen, his face is one gigantic shit-eating grin.
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.
.
.
.
"I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together-er-er! ..... See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how-ow they fly! ... I'm cryyyyyyyyyin'! ...... Sitting on a cornflake..... waiting for the van to come!..... corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday, man you been a naughty boy, you letcher face go long....... I am the eggman (WOOOOOOO) they are the eggmen (WOOOOOOOO) I AM THE WALRUS!!! Goo goo guh-joob! Mister city p'liceman, sitting, pretty little p'licemen in a row-ow-ow-ow-ow......"...

OOC:

[Herby]

……… After about ten minutes, the show has ended, and all fifteen puppets take their bows before disappearing into the briefcase. Groot closes the briefcase, exclaims, "I am Groot," and takes a bow himself.

BWAHAHAHAHA dude that was awesome! Hey thanks for the pick me up! Next round is on me, got it?

[Uallenberm]

The lights in the bar dim. A small sphere of light about 3 inches wide materializes in an unoccupied space. It fizzles softly, swirling almost imperceptibly in place above the floor. It then flattens out and widens into a disc 10 feet from side to side, opening a gate to what appears to be a dungeon. From the place on the other side of the gate, a team of orcs in masterfully crafted armor burst into the bar. The orcs at the head of the team stop short to avoid running into patrons, but the ones in the back keep going, sending most of them into a clattering pile of spears, shields, and breastplates.

"Ah, Hirca, non bruzdi eber Ualla. Kit apash?" cries out one orc to another, trying to free themselves from the pile.

"Cloer dala gideod," answers the other, embarrassed. The team gets itself back in order just in time for another two figures to emerge from the gate. One stands even taller than the tallest orc and wider than almost two of them stood together, almost brushing the ceiling with his thick, curly head of hair. He wears just as thick and curly of a beard, framing a gentle, curious face. In his left hand he holds a black metallic cube, polished to an excellent mirror surface. Cast into its surface are strange symbols, one on each face of the cube. The other figure clearly has elvish blood, her light gray hair cut short to reveal her long, tapering ears. She bears a pack laden with books and scrolls and loose papers of every size.

The elf scans the room, clearly confused. "No ara faewurlta." She looks to the big man. "Where in Kasayama pua grendiste? We viln to get back."

The gate then closes, like a wound stitched closed in the fabric of reality. The lights return to their normal brightness. The entire troupe pays mind to the sudden disappearance, reactions ranging from mounting confusion to near panic.

"Please tell me we can open that again," she asks.

The big man shakes his head. By now, the universal translators seem to have picked up the basics of their language. "Unfortunately, no. I cannot open a return gate until tomorrow. We'll just have to wait wherever this is. I suppose it could be worse." He takes note of the elf and most of the orcs now looking at him with some degree of disbelief aimed at him. "What? It certainly could be. We could have wandered into a field of magma or a nest of giant spiders. This...this is just weird, as far as I can tell. By everything in the sky, Aranie, what is that?"

The big man points a hefty finger at Herby. His eyes widen to saucers as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Write this down. Write it all down." The elf groans and waves her hands around her back, reaching for a journal and a bottle of ink on her backpack.

[American Pere Housh]

The lights in the bar dim. A small sphere of light about 3 inches wide materializes in an unoccupied space. It fizzles softly, swirling almost imperceptibly in place above the floor. It then flattens out and widens into a disc 10 feet from side to side, opening a gate to what appears to be a dungeon. From the place on the other side of the gate, a team of orcs in masterfully crafted armor burst into the bar. The orcs at the head of the team stop short to avoid running into patrons, but the ones in the back keep going, sending most of them into a clattering pile of spears, shields, and breastplates.

"Ah, Hirca, non bruzdi eber Ualla. Kit apash?" cries out one orc to another, trying to free themselves from the pile.

"Cloer dala gideod," answers the other, embarrassed. The team gets itself back in order just in time for another two figures to emerge from the gate. One stands even taller than the tallest orc and wider than almost two of them stood together, almost brushing the ceiling with his thick, curly head of hair. He wears just as thick and curly of a beard, framing a gentle, curious face. In his left hand he holds a black metallic cube, polished to an excellent mirror surface. Cast into its surface are strange symbols, one on each face of the cube. The other figure clearly has elvish blood, her light gray hair cut short to reveal her long, tapering ears. She bears a pack laden with books and scrolls and loose papers of every size.

The elf scans the room, clearly confused. "No ara faewurlta." She looks to the big man. "Where in Kasayama pua grendiste? We viln to get back."

The gate then closes, like a wound stitched closed in the fabric of reality. The lights return to their normal brightness. The entire troupe pays mind to the sudden disappearance, reactions ranging from mounting confusion to near panic.

"Please tell me we can open that again," she asks.

The big man shakes his head. By now, the universal translators seem to have picked up the basics of their language. "Unfortunately, no. I cannot open a return gate until tomorrow. We'll just have to wait wherever this is. I suppose it could be worse." He takes note of the elf and most of the orcs now looking at him with some degree of disbelief aimed at him. "What? It certainly could be. We could have wandered into a field of magma or a nest of giant spiders. This...this is just weird, as far as I can tell. By everything in the sky, Aranie, what is that?"

The big man points a hefty finger at Herby. His eyes widen to saucers as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Write this down. Write it all down." The elf groans and waves her hands around her back, reaching for a journal and a bottle of ink on her backpack.

Vanny walks over with her hands behind her head with an amusing look on her face, "Hmmm, never thought I would get to meet an orc or elves. As to who that is then that car is Ambassador Herby or whatever he goes these days. I'm Ambassador Eliza Cortez but I prefer to be called Vanny as my middle name is Vanessa. One moment please." She turns her back and call her friend Hitomi Izunami who happens to be a kitsune so Hitomi answers her phone, "Ah Vanny Chan what can I do for you?" Vanny answered quickly, "Get to the bar immediately. You know which I'm talking about." Hitomi agreed immediately, "I will be right there." Vanny hung up and turned back to the elves and orcs,"Sorry about just telling a friend to get her ass here immediately."

After waiting 5 minutes, Hitomi appears in a swirl of flames. To everyone in bar, what appeared was a beautiful woman who was 6 feet tall with crimson flowing red hair, a pair of red fox ears with white tips,9 flowing crimson red fox tails with white tips coming out of her lower back and she a mixture of both Japanese and Caucasian looks. She looks at her friend Vanny, "Hey Vanny Chan, you wanted me here for something?" Vanny pointed at the new arrivals causing Hitomi to look at the elves which caused her eyes to widen in shock so leaned in to whisper in Vanny's ears in Japanese, "You weren't kidding. I haven't seen an elf in over 2000 years and I thought they had gone extinct."

[Uallenberm]

Vanny walks over with her hands behind her head with an amusing look on her face, "Hmmm, never thought I would get to meet an orc or elves. As to who that is then that car is Ambassador Herby or whatever he goes these days. I'm Ambassador Eliza Cortez but I prefer to be called Vanny as my middle name is Vanessa. One moment please."

"'Ambassador'? Why, that is most curious," the big man muses in a low, buzzing voice. "How do you figure a metal object like that manages to pass itself as an ambassador? I don't know, this may be the right plane after all. Careful not to insult the...um...'ambassadors'."

The elf nods and stops writing. She pulls the pack from her shoulders and, rummaging through its main compartment, retrieves two silver flasks and a ceramic bowl with a spoon.

She turns her back and call her friend Hitomi Izunami who happens to be a kitsune so Hitomi answers her phone, "Ah Vanny Chan what can I do for you?" Vanny answered quickly, "Get to the bar immediately. You know which I'm talking about." Hitomi agreed immediately, "I will be right there." Vanny hung up and turned back to the elves and orcs,"Sorry about just telling a friend to get her ass here immediately."

Into the bowl she pours metal powder from each flask and mixes the powders together. She draws a knife from her belt and carefully pricks the end of her finger, drawing a few drops of blood. These she mixes into the powder as well. She rises from her work. She takes fistfuls of the mixture and scatters them in every direction, forming a circle around the orcs, the big man, and herself.

"Krushta iwe al miraweheden, al o fae non justidranoen," she incants. The powder vibrates, then glows, collecting itself into a circular pattern of arcane runes hovering just over the floor. She reaches her finger out and an arc of electricity passes from it to the circle. The powder incinerates, leaving no evidence behind of whatever just transpired.

"My apologies, 'ambassador', I mean no disrespect. We will not interfere with your business, but we will also guarantee that you do not interfere with ours."

The big man glares at her. "That is exactly what I was hoping you would not do. Now you may have angered them. How many times do you think you can do that before you run out of silver? Certainly not enough to hold out for an entire day."

After waiting 5 minutes, Hitomi appears in a swirl of flames. To everyone in bar, what appeared was a beautiful woman who was 6 feet tall with crimson flowing red hair, a pair of red fox ears with white tips,9 flowing crimson red fox tails with white tips coming out of her lower back and she a mixture of both Japanese and Caucasian looks. She looks at her friend Vanny, "Hey Vanny Chan, you wanted me here for something?" Vanny pointed at the new arrivals causing Hitomi to look at the elves which caused her eyes to widen in shock so leaned in to whisper in Vanny's ears in Japanese, "You weren't kidding. I haven't seen an elf in over 2000 years and I thought they had gone extinct."

The elf's eyes go wide. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Faeneilpis! It's even more hideous in person."

"That's enough, Lor--erm, apprentice." The big man catches himself at the last second. Frustrated, he examines the flame-born creature. "No, this is something else. Perhaps similar enough for your ward to work, but certainly different from the ordinary behavior recorded in the encyclopediae." He then directs his speech to Hitomi. "In what way have the elves eluded your eyes? Elves come and go, but ne'er an entire race dies."

[Herby]

The big man points a hefty finger at Herby. His eyes widen to saucers as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Write this down. Write it all down." The elf groans and waves her hands around her back, reaching for a journal and a bottle of ink on her backpack.

Who me? Ehhhh if you mean make an AV record then sure. See, no thumbs. Or hands even. Okay go ahead I’m recording.

Vanny walks over with her hands behind her head with an amusing look on her face, "Hmmm, never thought I would get to meet an orc or elves. As to who that is then that car is Ambassador Herby or whatever he goes these days.

For the record it’s Ambassador Number 53. Like the number on my door? Though I’ll answer to Herby as well, thanks to a mishap with a name badge when I first got here. Heh heh. Long story. Oh and also for the record it’s she. I know I know gravelly voice and all that but that’s just the way I was programmed. Under the hood I’m all girl.

"'Ambassador'? Why, that is most curious," the big man muses in a low, buzzing voice. "How do you figure a metal object like that manages to pass itself as an ambassador? I don't know, this may be the right plane after all. Careful not to insult the...um...'ambassadors'."

Well ehhhh who else should represent a nation of metal obj I mean ehhhh sapient Volkswagens than a sapient Volkswagen? Least that’s what my dad used to say. My Mexican dad, not my German one. Longer story heh heh. Anyway. Continue with your pyrotechnics. I won’t interrupt you.

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter wandered wearily into the Bar, having spent a good chunk of the day fretting over every last word of his latest (and in fact only) draft resolution. He pulled out his personal copy before hurriedly putting it away, realizing that his fellow ambassadors came to the Bar to escape the minutiae of the chambers - not to watch a Walrussian sit in a corner painstaking over such details. Walter's translator was missing, and instead a strange contraption (what appeared to be a walkie talkie with a small satellite dish attached) was clipped on to one of Walter's tusks. Walter approached Neville and spoke up, and the contraption whizzed to life, spinning its dish before emitting Walter's voice in a translated fashion

Hellorooo Neville - Can I have a whisky? Noooh the bottle is fine.

Walter slid over to his favorite corner table and took a pull from his bottle, careful not to dislodge his translation device.

[Untecna]

Untecna fired the last ambassador, and brings in a new one.

Welcome Cassi Iliana. She's hopefully going to better than the last few...

Oh yeah, and she's a kitsune.

She would go into the bar, after being sent to the Assembly by the Untecnan state. She sits at the counter, and looks at all the other ambassadors.

"Good day... everyone."

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter slid into the Bar and barely made it to his favorite corner before slumping over, exhausted from the efforts of campaigning. He looked around for a friendly face to share a drink with, waiting hopefully for someone familiar to walk by.

[Zarnicovia nova]

Senator Alan June walks of the centralist party of ZN walks in and sits down and orders a coffee. Due to religouse reasons he scoffs at the people drinking achohal and refuses a drink of some wiskey.

[American Pere Housh]

Vanny put her headphones in her ears and began playing We Don't Bite by JT Music,

Things haven't been the same since my birthday
We went to Fazbear's
That was the worst day

Home alone in this awful darkness
I don't even know where my dad or mom is
Never been a fan of animatronics
Can I get a grown-up to check in my closet?
Just heard a noise
I dunno where it went
To the right or the left?
Is it under my bed?
This must be joke and it's all in my head
But what if I'm in hell and I'm already dead!

Calm down, take it slow
Check the halls
Listen close
Shut that door better keep it closed
What's behind it?
I don't wanna know!
Fazbear's pizza?
Thought it was gone
Freddy and his friends are far from done
Did you hear that?
Now here they all come
Five long nights and I'm only on one!

Welcome home
Girls and boys
Time to play with brand new toys
Nightmares lurk inside your mind
Now no place is safe to hide
To hide!
You have nowhere to run
So why not join the fun?
At night we come to life
Come closer
We don't bite!

I don't believe that for one second
Let me keep my distance and I'll be pleasant
If you wanna be my friend then
Prove it!
I got a flashlight and i know how to
Use it!

That's right
Step back from me
I'll snap at you
If you snap at me
And then I'll flash you when you try attacking me
Hope that I don't run out of batteries!

Oh my god
I'm on my own
Left alone and I'm not that old
Wish there was a lock on the door
Where am I now?
This is not my home!

Oddly enough it feels like I'm not alone
Sorry guys!
But you gotta go
My mom and dad are not comfortable
With robots watching me when I'm all alone!

Welcome Home
Girls and boys
Time to play with brand new toys
Nightmares lurk inside your mind
Now no place is safe to hide
To hide!
You have nowhere to run
So why not join the fun?
At night we come to life
Come closer
We don't bite!

Things haven't been the same since my birthday
We went to Fazbear's
That was the worst day
I'm crying out now
Somebody help me!
'Cause when I open up my eyes
They surround me
Why did it have to be me?
Nobody else believes me
Will nothing here give me peace?
Maybe death will set me free

No!
I'm not giving up easy
Ain't gonna let a cupcake eat me!
You're not real
I call you bluff
Blargh!
That scare
Was real enough!
Even when they're not in buisness
I'm number one on fredbear's hit list
Time for the nightmares to go away!
Anybody told you were here to stay?

Welcome home
Girls and boys
Time to play with brand new toys
Nightmares lurk inside your mind
Now no place is safe to hide
To hide!
You have nowhere to run
So why not join the fun?
At night we come to life!
Come closer
We don't bite!

[Minskiev]

Walter slid into the Bar and barely made it to his favorite corner before slumping over, exhausted from the efforts of campaigning. He looked around for a friendly face to share a drink with, waiting hopefully for someone familiar to walk by.

Wallace glances at Walter in the corner, who appears to have been there for a good week or so. Impressive. They've fallen asleep by now, but Wallace flops onto the undersized stool two seats over and asks for some whiskey. Before the bartender could arrive, Wallace's head has fallen on its side, tusks prodding the person to his left, eyes shut, nose snoring even louder than before, and stool almost about to be broken. Maybe this bar will give some love to its blubbery delegates and just pay for two recliners. Big ones, maybe. Leathery, perhaps. Cupholders would be nice. Maybe a seat-warmer as well. On top of complimentary coconut groupers, or Alaskan salmon. A walrus can dream.

[Ainocra]

Leaning heavily on a cane a grizzled old man with no hair and an eye patch limps slowly into the bar. Snorting in amusement he moves up to a barstool where he eases himself down.
Laying aside his cane he straightens his uniform jacket and smirks at the bartender. "Scotch, neat, same as always"

[Separatist Peoples]

Leaning heavily on a cane a grizzled old man with no hair and an eye patch limps slowly into the bar. Snorting in amusement he moves up to a barstool where he eases himself down.
Laying aside his cane he straightens his uniform jacket and smirks at the bartender. "Scotch, neat, same as always"

OOC: Ho-ly shit.

IC: "Ho-ly shit." Bell squares up to the old man on the barstool. "I see security has been slipping, letting you into the Bar, even after all this time."

[Ainocra]

Leaning heavily on a cane a grizzled old man with no hair and an eye patch limps slowly into the bar. Snorting in amusement he moves up to a barstool where he eases himself down.
Laying aside his cane he straightens his uniform jacket and smirks at the bartender. "Scotch, neat, same as always"

OOC: Ho-ly shit.

IC: "Ho-ly shit." Bell squares up to the old man on the barstool. "I see security has been slipping, letting you into the Bar, even after all this time."

Alcon chuckles. "Bell you look like you've seen a ghost, then again maybe you have seeing as how they didn't offer me any trouble." Sipping his scotch he mutters "Perhaps I am a ghost."
Setting the glass down he looks Bell up and down. "How have you been?"

[Wallenburg]

Mikael and Jen sit at a table near the middle of the room, just outside the splash zone should a patron go sailing ass-first into the bar. Mikael sits and stares at her as she knocks her knuckles against the table.

"New hill over?" asks Mikael, hands up at having no better answer. She stops knocking and shakes her head. "Babran of Neelstown".

Mikael grimaces, fingers gripping the wine bottle firmly. "It's your fault if I go to the hospital over this. These are all so obscure."

"It's your fault for never visiting the concert hall, Mikael. Come on, do your worst." Jen grins villainously. Mikael, eyes drifting down to his own hands, begins knocking his own knuckles against the table.

[Sincluda]

Harrison Raiken edges into the bar, uncertainly. Alcohol wasn't exactly his cup of tea - tea was. He stands rigidly still in the doorway, surveying the area. To him (at least at the moment) it appears a gross mess. Raiken shakes his head, and begins to back out, unsure why he even came. An unwieldy force is slammed into his back, leaving him sprawled on the floor. "HELLO, MY FRIENDS!" shouts his boisterous cousin, Jon. Of course, Jon knew nobody there, and nobody knew him. That's what happens when you drink all the vodka before even getting to the bar. Raiken, embarrassed, now had to stay. The eyes were on him and Jon. He clears his throat.

"Hello, I'm looking for Ambassador Hugh Janus, and was told that I-"

He was interrupted by the roar of laughter from Jon, although it didn't matter. Raiken had trailed off anyways, realizing how horribly he'd been tricked. To be embarrassed in front of so many diplomats and figures of notoriety... Well, maybe he needed a drink. It had been a while after all...

[Separatist Peoples]

OOC: Ho-ly shit.

IC: "Ho-ly shit." Bell squares up to the old man on the barstool. "I see security has been slipping, letting you into the Bar, even after all this time."

Alcon chuckles. "Bell you look like you've seen a ghost, then again maybe you have seeing as how they didn't offer me any trouble." Sipping his scotch he mutters "Perhaps I am a ghost."
Setting the glass down he looks Bell up and down. "How have you been?"

Bell shakes the good ambassador's hand vigorously "It is so good to see you, my friend! I have been well enough. I remain the bastion of debauchery in this old place when Senator Sulla isn't taking the stage. Who has been appearing more regularly of late! I am afraid most of the old guard has moved on to bigger, better things. The lucky bastards."