The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Araraukar]

"Oh? I thought Ogenbond threw him out the wrong window. At least, that was what Williamsen said."

"Must've been somewhere else but the Bar, then, since the Vastivan Reflection Pool runs the length of the side of the building that the Bar's windows open to. It's a really massive pool, I keep being amazed it hasn't evolved its own ecosystem by now."

[Astrolinium]

"Oh? I thought Ogenbond threw him out the wrong window. At least, that was what Williamsen said."

"Must've been somewhere else but the Bar, then, since the Vastivan Reflection Pool runs the length of the side of the building that the Bar's windows open to. It's a really massive pool, I keep being amazed it hasn't evolved its own ecosystem by now."

"I wouldn't be so sure that it hasn't, frankly," Giovanni quipped.

[Araraukar]

"I wouldn't be so sure that it hasn't, frankly," Giovanni quipped.

"Well, I meant macroscopic life. It undoubtedly has its own bacterial flora, but since it's not full of piranhas, the Building Management probably keeps it clean-ish with some chemicals or something."

[Tretrid]

"I recall that Fairburn was thrown out of the voting chamber, not the bar." Powell walked over to Neville. "Water, please. I need to sober up a bit."

[Wallenburg]

"I recall that Fairburn was thrown out of the voting chamber, not the bar." Powell walked over to Neville. "Water, please. I need to sober up a bit."

"I've been here for a long time, and I have yet to find any windows that do not open onto the reflecting pool. The pool itself may be an anomalous entity that comes into existence wherever and whenever necessary for proper defenestration."

[Araraukar]

"I recall that Fairburn was thrown out of the voting chamber, not the bar."

"Its windows open on the same side, for the same reason."

"I've been here for a long time, and I have yet to find any windows that do not open onto the reflecting pool. The pool itself may be an anomalous entity that comes into existence wherever and whenever necessary for proper defenestration."

"Well, the national offices' windows can open on whichever side. Which is why I think Fairburn fell or was thrown out of his own nation's office windows. Or possibly another nation's office, if he was on a visit and got as obnoxious as he tends to be in the debates."

[Tretrid]

"Well, it happened."

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[Astrolinium]

"I recall that Fairburn was thrown out of the voting chamber, not the bar." Powell walked over to Neville. "Water, please. I need to sober up a bit."

"I've been here for a long time, and I have yet to find any windows that do not open onto the reflecting pool. The pool itself may be an anomalous entity that comes into existence wherever and whenever necessary for proper defenestration."

"The whole WAHQ complex is a very unstable time-space anomaly, I suspect as a result of how many different universe must logically collide in this one spot for any of this to work at all," Giovanni suggests.

[Araraukar]

"Well, it happened."

"Or so he claims. He was probably just being clumsy and fell over a cat or something, and wants to claim it was due to a defenestration."

OOC: Technically that was Atlae godmodding it. According to the RP conventions it wouldn't have been possible due to the Reflection Pool. That SoG took it as character canon, was his way of approving the godmod. My character doesn't have to believe it as it would technically be impossible.

"The whole WAHQ complex is a very unstable time-space anomaly, I suspect as a result of how many different universe must logically collide in this one spot for any of this to work at all," Giovanni suggests.

"Most nations have some kind of portals through which they get here. Ours found out about this place by accident. The sailors that ended up here were more than a little bewildered, I can tell you."

[Astrolinium]

"The whole WAHQ complex is a very unstable time-space anomaly, I suspect as a result of how many different universe must logically collide in this one spot for any of this to work at all," Giovanni suggests.

"Most nations have some kind of portals through which they get here. Ours found out about this place by accident. The sailors that ended up here were more than a little bewildered, I can tell you."

Giovanni nods.

"I, for one, tend to take a plane."

[The Atlae Isles]

*SNIP*

Lauren eyed the bottle with dis-tempt, then sent the bottle back in Bell's direction.
"Sorry, but I don't drink...except for the occasional Butterbeer, but that's besides the point, here."
The Witch leaned back against her booth and began speaking.
"You've heard of Cornelius Fudge, right? He was kicked from his position and sent to Azkaban a while back. I sent him there. That's right. Fudge could transform into a being known as the White Dragon. Huge thing. Breathed fire, had sharp claws and teeth, had two legs, two arms, wings came from the back, you know. Anyway, I fought him several times with other people. Finally managed to kick his scaled ass. Now I can finally relax."

George puts down his drink and says, "I thought Fudge went on vacation. You know the Azkaban facility is terrible for their mental health, right?And didn't he prison guards start a genocide?"

[The Atlae Isles]

"Well, it happened."

"Or so he claims. He was probably just being clumsy and fell over a cat or something, and wants to claim it was due to a defenestration."

OOC: Technically that was Atlae godmodding it. According to the RP conventions it wouldn't have been possible due to the Reflection Pool. That SoG took it as character canon, was his way of approving the godmod. My character doesn't have to believe it as it would technically be impossible.

Maybe Fairburn's really good at acting.

Sorry. But I guess it's really SoG's fault for not noticing it.

[Skylus]

SNIP

George puts down his drink and says, "I thought Fudge went on vacation. You know the Azkaban facility is terrible for their mental health, right?And didn't he prison guards start a genocide?"

"...Say what? When did that happen? Since I, yes, I was there for false conviction, Azkaban has cleaned up, so to speak...but that's...out there. As to your comment about Fudge, no, he did not go on vacation, he freaking lost his mind and tried to become a dictator. I was chosen to..."deal" with him. Did you know that you can now go back to any school and take extra classes after your seventh year? Hogwarts started it, then Illvermony, and then the others."

[The Cheeki Breeki Anarchists]

George puts down his drink and says, "I thought Fudge went on vacation. You know the Azkaban facility is terrible for their mental health, right?And didn't he prison guards start a genocide?"

"...Say what? When did that happen? Since I, yes, I was there for false conviction, Azkaban has cleaned up, so to speak...but that's...out there. As to your comment about Fudge, no, he did not go on vacation, he freaking lost his mind and tried to become a dictator. I was chosen to..."deal" with him. Did you know that you can now go back to any school and take extra classes after your seventh year? Hogwarts started it, then Illvermony, and then the others."

Senka engages in conversation, "Heh. I heard you fudge man was a tad bit of a corrupted person. We are also buying weapons. So if you have any you wish to get rid of that has been made after the year 4782."

[Separatist Peoples]

Gerald looks over at a large muscular man near the countr. He recognizes him as Bell. "M-mr. Bell, I-i have received n-notice a-a-about you selling w-weapons. C-can you p-please st-state the year i-in your co-country? U-u-uh p-please d-don't hurt me...." Senka steps forward with a board expression. "Don't worry Gerald I won't let him hurt you... Come on be a man for once egghead."

"I doubt my nation would seriously entertain selling weapons to your nation. I've already disclosed the antics of your previous ambassadors. That is not likely to reflect well on yours."

Bell turns back to Lauren. "Are you sure? Its a high end craft barleywine, and not my usual methanol alcohol. The brewery is owned by a family friend, even. No? Well, let me at least buy you a butterbeer." Bell waves over a bartender to serve the young witch. "Now, seriously, lets hear that blow-by-blow of the dragon fight."

[Skylus]

"If you insist, Mr. Bell. So, there I was, my sword in my right hand, staring down the White Dragon. He said "So you came crawling back for more?" To this, I replied, "Somewhat. I was chosen to kill you, and I'm going to come back until I do."
Fudge got real pissed off after that.
He flew up into the air, once again completely obliterating the ceiling of the Great Hall, which still hasn't been fully repaired...soooo...
Yeah, so the ceiling was destroyed.
Anyway, right after this, the Dragon's voice came through the now massive hole "Come and fight me, Animagus! I'll be waiting..."
So, what could I do?
I summoned Dragonus, which" here, Lauren gestured to the sword on her back, "is the sword spirit of this, and the Dragon and I took to the skies above the school.
We fought. The Dragons tried to incinerate each other. You know, typical fighting. Then Fudge did something incredibly stupid and I managed to get on top of his giant head.
I stabbed him.
He screamed, of course, and rolled over onto his back.
I somehow managed to not fall off, and stabbed him again.
Then he began to fall.

My Dragon caught me, but Fudge wasn't dead yet, and attacked Dragonus.

I don't remember much after that, but I do remember getting the scar...It was he last resort, you see. He missed.
Fudge was falling, he made a last ditch effort to kill me. His claws flashed towards me...and...that was it... Or so I thought.

I woke up in the Infirmary with bandages all over me some time later.
I stayed in there for about 2 weeks, completely bored out of my mind, then returned to my classes."

[The Cheeki Breeki Anarchists]

Gerald looks over at a large muscular man near the countr. He recognizes him as Bell. "M-mr. Bell, I-i have received n-notice a-a-about you selling w-weapons. C-can you p-please st-state the year i-in your co-country? U-u-uh p-please d-don't hurt me...." Senka steps forward with a board expression. "Don't worry Gerald I won't let him hurt you... Come on be a man for once egghead."

"I doubt my nation would seriously entertain selling weapons to your nation. I've already disclosed the antics of your previous ambassadors. That is not likely to reflect well on yours."

Bell turns back to Lauren. "Are you sure? Its a high end craft barleywine, and not my usual methanol alcohol. The brewery is owned by a family friend, even. No? Well, let me at least buy you a butterbeer." Bell waves over a bartender to serve the young witch. "Now, seriously, lets hear that blow-by-blow of the dragon fight."

"O-O-our l-Leader wh-wares a-a-a collar th-that re-records the last few moments u-until a n-near f-fatal in-in-injury. Y-you said something a-ab-bout w-w-weapons. I-i-if your we-we-weaponry w-was built a-a-after the year 3608." Senka nudges him with her elbow. "Basicly we need weapons, our Nation, as you know, has miniscule weaponry. Remember Gerald? That time someone attacked you with a bat covered in barbed wire and nails? Yeah. It is primitive. On the other hand we have extensive, highly technological research materials. We notice however that even though your nations has signifcant Educational resorces (though not nearly as good as ours) yet you lack enviromental and scientific research. Therefore, I, The Minister of defense, propose a trade offer.

You supply us with post-3608AD weaponry,

We Supply you with advanced research materials, and money, if the tech we supply does not suffice.

If you agree. We will send to you an order of 1000 XK99R-Hazardous Enviroment Suits, aswell as the rcently created Electro-Magnetic Electricity Supressor Device.(EM-ESD MK.5) It is a sniper riffle that fires a bullet that can disable most electrical devices." Gerald Panics, "Senka! No! W-we can't keep up with that order!" "Shhhhhh.... Anyhow what do you say Big boy? You can make your nation become the most technologically advanced in your region. Plus, I would love to see what you look like with muscular cyborg arms. ❤️"

[Araraukar]

*snip*

OOC: To my knowledge CDSP is a Modern Tech nation. Plus there's a whole subforum dedicated for trading between nations, I suggest you go there: viewforum.php?f=6

[The Cheeki Breeki Anarchists]

*snip*

OOC: To my knowledge CDSP is a Modern Tech nation. Plus there's a whole subforum dedicated for trading between nations, I suggest you go there: viewforum.php?f=6

We will actually appreciate anything. WoMDs are nice too. And we usually do business over a drink.

[States of Glory WA Office]

WA Ambassador Lydia Powell walks in and asks, "Why did I see an old man fly out the window and fall in the pool, then dyeing corn syrup red and pretending it's blood and that he landed on concrete? Fairburn landed on concrete, and wasn't that badly injured."

"Personally I think Fairburn faked his injuries as well, or lied about their origins, since you'll have to resort to extraordinary acrobatics to manage to miss the Reflecting Pool when falling out of the window, whether or not you went through it with any velocity."

Harold: Really?! You mean to say that Fairburn may not have been completely honest?! Well, this is quite the shocking revelation!

[Separatist Peoples]

*snip*

OOC: To my knowledge CDSP is a Modern Tech nation. Plus there's a whole subforum dedicated for trading between nations, I suggest you go there: viewforum.php?f=6

OOC: I am always willing to adjust the tech scale to defeat techwank bullying, as a general note. I believe IA does the same thing for certain debates.

"O-O-our l-Leader wh-wares a-a-a collar th-that re-records the last few moments u-until a n-near f-fatal in-in-injury. Y-you said something a-ab-bout w-w-weapons. I-i-if your we-we-weaponry w-was built a-a-after the year 3608." Senka nudges him with her elbow. "Basicly we need weapons, our Nation, as you know, has miniscule weaponry. Remember Gerald? That time someone attacked you with a bat covered in barbed wire and nails? Yeah. It is primitive. On the other hand we have extensive, highly technological research materials. We notice however that even though your nations has signifcant Educational resorces (though not nearly as good as ours) yet you lack enviromental and scientific research. Therefore, I, The Minister of defense, propose a trade offer.

You supply us with post-3608AD weaponry,

We Supply you with advanced research materials, and money, if the tech we supply does not suffice.

If you agree. We will send to you an order of 1000 XK99R-Hazardous Enviroment Suits, aswell as the rcently created Electro-Magnetic Electricity Supressor Device.(EM-ESD MK.5) It is a sniper riffle that fires a bullet that can disable most electrical devices." Gerald Panics, "Senka! No! W-we can't keep up with that order!" "Shhhhhh.... Anyhow what do you say Big boy? You can make your nation become the most technologically advanced in your region. Plus, I would love to see what you look like with muscular cyborg arms. ❤️"

"Couple things. First, I am not an arms broker or dealer. I suffered a great deal under that particular mistaken identity in the past. Second, just because our environmental and science research don't show up on the World Assembly's survey doesn't mean we don't engage in it. It means spending is below 1% of our national budget. Which is still an astronomical amount of money. I would be willing to kill somebody for a tenth of that, and there's still room to negotiate me down.

"Moreover, I'm not sure why my nation would require any such tools? Environmental suits seem unnecessary when the worst we have to deal with is the occasional nuclear waste storage facility, and if any of our operatives are so close as be able to use a sniper rifle to destroy electronics, our electronic warfare platforms could probably have done it from a safer vantage or a greater distance. Possibly both. So, even if I had the inclination to deal unilaterally with your government, it would be a raw deal. Weapons of mass destruction in exchange for tidbits of technology we have no strategic or tactical use for.

"Lastly, your bargaining approach of shushing informative outbursts from your partner here is a bigger tell than Ambassador North's twitchy eyebrows."

[The Cheeki Breeki Anarchists]

OOC: To my knowledge CDSP is a Modern Tech nation. Plus there's a whole subforum dedicated for trading between nations, I suggest you go there: viewforum.php?f=6

OOC: I am always willing to adjust the tech scale to defeat techwank bullying, as a general note. I believe IA does the same thing for certain debates.

"O-O-our l-Leader wh-wares a-a-a collar th-that re-records the last few moments u-until a n-near f-fatal in-in-injury. Y-you said something a-ab-bout w-w-weapons. I-i-if your we-we-weaponry w-was built a-a-after the year 3608." Senka nudges him with her elbow. "Basicly we need weapons, our Nation, as you know, has miniscule weaponry. Remember Gerald? That time someone attacked you with a bat covered in barbed wire and nails? Yeah. It is primitive. On the other hand we have extensive, highly technological research materials. We notice however that even though your nations has signifcant Educational resorces (though not nearly as good as ours) yet you lack enviromental and scientific research. Therefore, I, The Minister of defense, propose a trade offer.

You supply us with post-3608AD weaponry,

We Supply you with advanced research materials, and money, if the tech we supply does not suffice.

If you agree. We will send to you an order of 1000 XK99R-Hazardous Enviroment Suits, aswell as the rcently created Electro-Magnetic Electricity Supressor Device.(EM-ESD MK.5) It is a sniper riffle that fires a bullet that can disable most electrical devices." Gerald Panics, "Senka! No! W-we can't keep up with that order!" "Shhhhhh.... Anyhow what do you say Big boy? You can make your nation become the most technologically advanced in your region. Plus, I would love to see what you look like with muscular cyborg arms.

"Couple things. First, I am not an arms broker or dealer. I suffered a great deal under that particular mistaken identity in the past. Second, just because our environmental and science research don't show up on the World Assembly's survey doesn't mean we don't engage in it. It means spending is below 1% of our national budget. Which is still an astronomical amount of money. I would be willing to kill somebody for a tenth of that, and there's still room to negotiate me down.

"Moreover, I'm not sure why my nation would require any such tools? Environmental suits seem unnecessary when the worst we have to deal with is the occasional nuclear waste storage facility, and if any of our operatives are so close as be able to use a sniper rifle to destroy electronics, our electronic warfare platforms could probably have done it from a safer vantage or a greater distance. Possibly both. So, even if I had the inclination to deal unilaterally with your government, it would be a raw deal. Weapons of mass destruction in exchange for tidbits of technology we have no strategic or tactical use for.

"Lastly, your bargaining approach of shushing informative outbursts from your partner here is a bigger tell than Ambassador North's twitchy eyebrows."

Senka leans back, "The XK99R-HEV Suit is not an Enviromental suit. It can survive almost any situation you have. Up to and including a small nuclear blast. It was never created for battle but Gerald's lab boys are attempting to increase the durability, and bullet proof. As for the EM-ESD MK.5, have you ever fought a battalion of transfiguring robots from space? Good luck attempting to kill them with WoMD, or any other conventional weapons." Gerald Speaks up "S-Senka... since you a-are p-putting m-my department i-i-in danger of c-collapse, maybe I should h-h-h-h-Handel the negotiation..." Senka rolls her eyes, "Ug... Fine..." "M-mister bell, w-w-what does your country need? r-r-resorces, or P-potential weaponry? B-bare i-in mind, o-our n-nation i-is running out of r-resorces to m-m-mod-dify Our we-weapons. W-we n-n-need weapons. I-it's only a mat-ter of t-time before-..." Gerald stops and starts crying into his glass of milk. "He means before our Nation falls into the wrong hands again. We are a peaceful people but frequently through out our history, we have been enslaved and beaten to the point of complete destruction. Running away is usually our only choice. We need weapons so we can defend ourselves against invaders. The last time we were invaded a full scale genocide fell upon us from our captors. We do not want to repeat this, as you could imagine. Our leaders my seem insane but you have not sen them in work. Everyday they fear for their lives that someone will stab them in the back or barge in and murder them. Or as what happened with my grandmother, Captured, raped, starved... And details even I can't stand. Anyhow we need weapons desperately."

[Araraukar]

*snip*

OOC: Please. Whole forum for what you want, don't clutter up the Bar thread with it.

EDIT: Wait, seriously? You're doing that here because your attempt over in GE&T didn't work? I suggest not referring to possible customers as assholes next time you try...

We need a facepalm emote...

[Sapient Candy]

Two anthropomorphic bananas enter the bar, running straight toward the bubblegum woman. "Miss Lady, we got bored waiting. Can we come in here where it is nice?"

The woman sighs. "No, Banana Bob, you can't. Guards are not allowed in here. Just wait outside a little longer. Here, one sec." She reaches into her purse and takes out a wooden ball painted with what appear to be gumdrops. "Take this and have fun with it."

"Thank you Miss Bubblegum!" the bananas shout with enthusiasm. They quickly scurry out of the bar, leaving the woman to herself.

"They mean well, but they don't have any brains at all. After all, they are bananas." She shakes her head and returns to her drink.

[Araraukar]

"They mean well, but they don't have any brains at all. After all, they are bananas." She shakes her head and returns to her drink.

"Say, what happened to that delicious one you had represent your nation here earlier? Did someone actually end up eating him?"

OOC: I think it was peppermint butler or something.