The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Beck: "Well, I'm sure Ambassador Bell has a beverage suggestion for you then - he seems all too eager to foist that vile concoction on everyone in the bar."

Bell grabs the Valorem ambassador by his collar and belt and hauls him towards the window. With a skip, a twirl, and a lunge, he send the Valorem ambassador through an open window and into the Vastavian Memorial Reflecting Pool.

"That's what you get when you insult Olde Jimmy's Fynest Woode Alcohol!" he shouts, learning out after the defenestrated ambassador. "Where else can you find a drink that doubles as paint thinner?"

Walking back to the bar, he waits expectantly for scorecards, ranking his technique.

Stephenson hobbles back in, assisted by Lisbeth
Stephenson: "Bell, what in the blazes was that all about? I said nothing derogatory about your wood alcohol, at least not audibly!"
Beck: "Steph, calm down - we wouldn't want him to have a real reason to throw you out the window after all..."

Steph grabs a towel off the rack by the door and hands it to Stephenson, stumbling over the probation device around her ankle as she crosses the floor.

"You're Steph? Me too. Nice to meetcha. Good to see someone be a good sport so soon after gettin' in here - lotta people would react badly to gettin' tossed in the Vastivan Pool that quickly, but I think you'll do fine. Long way down, ain't it? To your credit your pants are the same color they were when ya exited stage left in spite of it's your first time goin' out that 5th floor window, so good on you!"

She turns to Bell, nodding with approval. "Nice technique, Benjamin - you oughta try out for the ballet! 'Specially with that friggin' dumbcop on your leg," she says as she slaps her own identical device. "I had a scare for a second there 'cause his head came awfully close to that window frame, but it was a clean exit. So, let's say 9.4."

[Valorem]

Steph grabs a towel off the rack by the door and hands it to Stephenson, stumbling over the probation device around her ankle as she crosses the floor.

"You're Steph? Me too. Nice to meetcha. Good to see someone be a good sport so soon after gettin' in here - lotta people would react badly to gettin' tossed in the Vastivan Pool that quickly, but I think you'll do fine. Long way down, ain't it? To your credit your pants are the same color they were when ya exited stage left in spite of it's your first time goin' out that 5th floor window, so good on you!"

She turns to Bell, nodding with approval. "Nice technique, Benjamin - you oughta try out for the ballet! 'Specially with that friggin' dumbcop on your leg," she says as she slaps her own identical device. "I had a scare for a second there 'cause his head came awfully close to that window frame, but it was a clean exit. So, let's say 9.4."

Stephenson: "Well met, Ambassador. Hopefully the similarities of our names are not too distracting in future conversations."
Beck: "If you will excuse me, Ambassador Zakalwe, I should probably get the Ambassador to a hospital. Does anyone know where the closest one is?"

[States of Glory WA Office]

Walking back to the bar, he waits expectantly for scorecards, ranking his technique.

Fairburn: 7.8 out of 10. Too much water.

Neville: (stumbles into the Bar and starts slurring) I...*hic*...am fine. The anaeshthetics...*hic*...are shtupid, I tell you. (collapses)

Fairburn: Wait, how is it that he was passed out all this time in the Bar, yet he was perfectly fine when debating? Does he have a twin brother or something? (scratches head) Wait, who said that? (looks around quickly) Seriously, who's speaking in italics? (visibly begins to sweat) Who are you and how do you know what I'm doing? (slowly walks towards the door) I'm warning you, stop that. (Or what?) I've got to get out of here! (runs off like the cowardly idiot he is. Right, who's next?)

[Baku Baku Nya Nya]

Walking back to the bar, he waits expectantly for scorecards, ranking his technique.

Fairburn: 7.8 out of 10. Too much water.

Neville: (stumbles into the Bar and starts slurring) I...*hic*...am fine. The anaeshthetics...*hic*...are shtupid, I tell you. (collapses)

Fairburn: Wait, how is it that he was passed out all this time in the Bar, yet he was perfectly fine when debating? Does he have a twin brother or something? (scratches head) Wait, who said that? (looks around quickly) Seriously, who's speaking in italics? (visibly begins to sweat) Who are you and how do you know what I'm doing? (slowly walks towards the door) I'm warning you, stop that. (Or what?) I've got to get out of here! (runs off like the cowardly idiot he is. Right, who's next?)

*Sniggers* "Ok Sal that's enough don't drive away potential allies." (Are you sure? It was pretty damn funny.) "Yes I'm sure, if you keep going you'll drive someone to drinking. Neville more of Olde Jimmy's Fynest Woode Alcohol."

[Wallenburg]

"It is good to meet you all, Commissioner. Sure, I would love a good drink."

"Alright then! Bartender, get us another Ale for Ambassador Ogenbond here!" He hands the drink to Ogendbond. "Cheers!"

"Oh, ale? Um, Neville, make sure that's flattened appropriately! I want to be back to the office reasonably soon, and I don't want to be going back in on a stretcher."

Mikael watches in surprise as Bell throws Stephenson out the window for no apparent reason. His drink then arrives and he turns back to the Irishmen. "Well, thanks much, my friends! I wish you all happy hunting in these halls!"

[United Irish Counties]

"Alright then! Bartender, get us another Ale for Ambassador Ogenbond here!" He hands the drink to Ogendbond. "Cheers!"

"Oh, ale? Um, Neville, make sure that's flattened appropriately! I want to be back to the office reasonably soon, and I don't want to be going back in on a stretcher."

Mikael watches in surprise as Bell throws Stephenson out the window for no apparent reason. His drink then arrives and he turns back to the Irishmen. "Well, thanks much, my friends! I wish you all happy hunting in these halls!"

"Likewise! Oh, one more thing. We seem to be unable to locate the janitorial staff. There's a dead racoon in our office and it may be a good idea to have that cleaned up. Do you know how to get in touch with them?"

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

(The Wads enter the bar, once again with puffy, bloodshot eyes, heads hung a bit low, and slow, tired gaits. They approach the bar.)

ARI: Neville -- oh, not you, Ambassador Nitro, go back to sleep -- four Red Tauruses, please.

AHUME: (mumbles) Four for me too.

"...There's a dead racoon in our office and it may be a good idea to have that cleaned up. Do you know how to get in touch with them?"

ARI: I'm sorry, why would you want to get in touch with the a dead raccoon? Does he owe you money or something?

[Separatist Peoples]

(The Wads enter the bar, once again with puffy, bloodshot eyes, heads hung a bit low, and slow, tired gaits. They approach the bar.)

ARI: Neville -- oh, not you, Ambassador Nitro, go back to sleep -- four Red Tauruses, please.

AHUME: (mumbles) Four for me too.

"...There's a dead racoon in our office and it may be a good idea to have that cleaned up. Do you know how to get in touch with them?"

ARI: I'm sorry, why would you want to get in touch with the a dead raccoon? Does he owe you money or something?

"That might explain why the racoon is dead. Rookie mistake. Dead men pay no debts, unless you are a creditor on their estate, but murder generally removes that as an option."

[United Irish Counties]

"Actually, we would like to get in touch with the janitor. Not the raccoon." O'Donnel grins.

[Wallenburg]

"Actually, we would like to get in touch with the janitor. Not the raccoon." O'Donnel grins.

"There are always plenty of gnomes wandering the halls. I'm sure one of them will be happy to help remove the rodent."

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

"Actually, we would like to get in touch with the janitor. Not the raccoon." O'Donnel grins.

ARI: Ah, so the janitor owes you money.

[United Irish Counties]

"Actually, we would like to get in touch with the janitor. Not the raccoon." O'Donnel grins.

"There are always plenty of gnomes wandering the halls. I'm sure one of them will be happy to help remove the rodent."

"Those are the janitors? In that case, we'll need to tackle the rodent problem ourselves. Those gnomes seem to be a bit hostile towards us ever since Johnny here accidentally stepped on one..."

[Wallenburg]

"There are always plenty of gnomes wandering the halls. I'm sure one of them will be happy to help remove the rodent."

"Those are the janitors? In that case, we'll need to tackle the rodent problem ourselves. Those gnomes seem to be a bit hostile towards us ever since Johnny here accidentally stepped on one..."

"Oh dear, that would cause problems. From what I know, the gnomes are essentially a hivemind. Smash one and you just angered all of them."

[Baku Baku Nya Nya]

"Those are the janitors? In that case, we'll need to tackle the rodent problem ourselves. Those gnomes seem to be a bit hostile towards us ever since Johnny here accidentally stepped on one..."

"Oh dear, that would cause problems. From what I know, the gnomes are essentially a hivemind. Smash one and you just angered all of them."

"Seems like an infestation of it's own those gnomes, you should call an exterminator then hire some new janitors. Neville another drink please."

[Groot]

(A large, tree-like creature, gingerly carrying the body of a dead raccoon, slowly enters the bar, sap-like tears streaming from his eyes. He approaches the United Irish Colonies representative, and speaks in a sad voice.)

I am Groot.

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

"Those are the janitors? In that case, we'll need to tackle the rodent problem ourselves. Those gnomes seem to be a bit hostile towards us ever since Johnny here accidentally stepped on one..."

ARI: You stepped on the raccoon? Well, no wonder he's....

(A large, tree-like creature, gingerly carrying the body of a dead raccoon, slowly enters the bar, sap-like tears streaming from his eyes. He approaches the United Irish Colonies representative, and speaks in a sad voice.)

I am Groot.

ARI: (whispers to O'Donnel) Erm, ixnay on the epstay. If you know your Latin.

AHUME: (mumbles) Still not Latin.

ARI: Shhh.

[Frustrated Franciscans]

Brother Maynard, dressed in Franciscan robes enters the bar. He pauses and asks himself out loud, "What am I doing here?"

He turns to see Groot and after approaching him, hugs him.

OOC: Yes the Secular Franciscan is a "Tree Hugger" ... live with it.

[Baku Baku Nya Nya]

"Subtitles activate." Okane says blinking. (Subtitles on.) "Now what was it you were saying tree?"

[States of Glory WA Office]

"Actually, we would like to get in touch with the janitor. Not the raccoon." O'Donnel grins.

ARI: Ah, so the janitor owes you money.

OOC: This is probably the most that I've ever laughed in the GA forum. Well done.

[Whovian Tardisia]

Pink stirs from the bar, once again having suddenly fallen asleep. He glances at his watch, and rolls his eyes. "I honestly wonder why I still come here." he mumbles to himself. "It wibbles and wobbles too much." Feeling a buzz in his pocket, he pulls out his sonic and puts it to his ear, listening to all the comments directed at him during his nap.

"I'm not exactly sure how I managed to overhear this, considering that I wasn't even assigned to the post of Ambassador at the time. Ambassador Pink, would you happen to have anything to do with this?"

"Huh," Bell grunts, taking a drink out of a glass of his own, "Why is it people keep doing that when I offer them a glass of wood alcohol, Pink?"
He looks around at the Whovian ambassador, "Come to think of it, have I ever bought you a glass of this stuff? Absolutely delicious. Guaranteed to put fire in your heart and only likely to cause blindness."

...'timey-wimey' something. Apparently, time isn't linear moving from past to present to future and this bar is where things get jumbled, but somehow, only in a convenient fashion. An older gentleman with very serious eyebrows and a jacket that was a lovely red inside explained it to me... ..."'Timey-wimey ball of stuff.' Sounds ridiculous. Had some overexcited idiot with spikey hair and sand shoes run up to me just outside here, yelling rather quickly about it, before running off again waving a glowing stick shouting something about 'All on sea.'... ..."Rupert Pink, dear, haven't gotten to speak much to you yet, apologies for that...

"Stephenson, is it?" he asks the Valorean ambassador. "I assure you I had nothing to do with... well, whatever it was that caused that stain." He then turns to Bell, continuing. "I don't believe I have, but I'm unsure how my system would handle it. Perhaps just a shot?" Then, most quizzically, he turns to Este. "Eyebrows? Red-lined jacket? And Colonel, spiky hair, sand shoes, glowing stick?" He pulls out a notepad and jots this out. "Intriguing. I shall have to mention that..." He stops himself, knowing that it's probably a bad idea to continue. Turning back to Bell, he changes the subject. "Right. That drink then."

[Valorem]

"Stephenson, is it?" he asks the Valorean ambassador. "I assure you I had nothing to do with... well, whatever it was that caused that stain." He then turns to Bell, continuing. "I don't believe I have, but I'm unsure how my system would handle it. Perhaps just a shot?" Then, most quizzically, he turns to Este. "Eyebrows? Red-lined jacket? And Colonel, spiky hair, sand shoes, glowing stick?" He pulls out a notepad and jots this out. "Intriguing. I shall have to mention that..." He stops himself, knowing that it's probably a bad idea to continue. Turning back to Bell, he changes the subject. "Right. That drink then."

Stephenson: "If you do try that stuff, don't say anything bad about it - I went out that window over there when Lisbeth here dared insult Olde Jimmy's Fynest Wood Alcohol."

[Whovian Tardisia]

Stephenson: "If you do try that stuff, don't say anything bad about it - I went out that window over there when Lisbeth here dared insult Olde Jimmy's Fynest Wood Alcohol."

Pink glances at the indicated window, noticing the mostly missing glass. "Ah. I see." Pink replies. "I'm fairly confident I won't upset Ambassador Bell. I've know him long enough to avoid setting him off, I hope."

[Baku Baku Nya Nya]

"Stephenson, is it?" he asks the Valorean ambassador. "I assure you I had nothing to do with... well, whatever it was that caused that stain." He then turns to Bell, continuing. "I don't believe I have, but I'm unsure how my system would handle it. Perhaps just a shot?" Then, most quizzically, he turns to Este. "Eyebrows? Red-lined jacket? And Colonel, spiky hair, sand shoes, glowing stick?" He pulls out a notepad and jots this out. "Intriguing. I shall have to mention that..." He stops himself, knowing that it's probably a bad idea to continue. Turning back to Bell, he changes the subject. "Right. That drink then."

Stephenson: "If you do try that stuff, don't say anything bad about it - I went out that window over there when Lisbeth here dared insult Olde Jimmy's Fynest Wood Alcohol."

"I plsrnry ejoy de tlink." Okane says before burping out fire. "Nevirre gimme anodel Jimme."

[United Irish Counties]

(A large, tree-like creature, gingerly carrying the body of a dead raccoon, slowly enters the bar, sap-like tears streaming from his eyes. He approaches the United Irish Colonies representative, and speaks in a sad voice.)

I am Groot.

"Uh.... I'm Declan O'Donnel."

[Groot]

Brother Maynard, dressed in Franciscan robes enters the bar. He pauses and asks himself out loud, "What am I doing here?"

He turns to see Groot and after approaching him, hugs him.

I am Groot.

(A large, tree-like creature, gingerly carrying the body of a dead raccoon, slowly enters the bar, sap-like tears streaming from his eyes. He approaches the United Irish Colonies representative, and speaks in a sad voice.)

I am Groot.

"Uh.... I'm Declan O'Donnel."

I am Groot.

(The being exits, taking the dead raccoon with him.)