The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Astrolinium]

Blackbourne, emerging from the shadowy corner where he was not sulking after the Secretariat ruled his last draft illegal, remarks to Harold the clown, because Fairburn has a habit of ignoring reality, "That is why a democracy with frequent and regular elections is a superior form of government. You can assassinate a Counselor, sure, but there are 14 of them, they have little power anyways, and within a month they'll be replaced in the next round of elections."

Or, you could just have an even more stable government, called 'parliamentary democracy', which doesn't have 'terms'.

"One could also maintain an absolute monarchy led by a 22-year-old, because Ambassadors clearly need more reasons to drink."

[Imperium Anglorum]

Or, you could just have an even more stable government, called 'parliamentary democracy', which doesn't have 'terms'.

"One could also maintain an absolute monarchy led by a 22-year-old, because Ambassadors clearly need more reasons to drink."

NORTH: About that, we've just got a new monarch. But we're a constitutional monarchy, not an absolute one.

[Excidium Planetis]

Or, you could just have an even more stable government, called 'parliamentary democracy', which doesn't have 'terms'.

"Your Queen, however, looks like a high profile assassination target. Some of the members of the Privy Council, too."

[Whovian Tardisia]

Or, you could just have an even more stable government, called 'parliamentary democracy', which doesn't have 'terms'.

Pink sneakily manipulates his sonic, projecting a hologram of a top hat and monocle onto his head. "Indeed." He says as he turns to Ambassador Parsons. "A parliament is a much more stable arrangement. Granted, unlimited terms may annoy some, but it's perfectly reasonable that if a system has not yet failed, there is no reason to change it." He daintily sips his ale before continuing. "Of course, one may use that argument to justify a dictatorship, but those systems usually hide their flaws to avoid public disapproval."

[The Atlae Isles]

"You'd think there'd be a section of the government devoted to keeping these people alive-except the Monolith, of course. He/she was annoying."

Fairburn: Are you not familiar with the Roman Empire, Ambassador Kicker?

Harold: You're still more bitter than horseradish about that? I've eaten whole lemons that were less sour! You'd find less salt in the Red Sea!

Fairburn: Any comparisons for 'sweet'?

Harold: I've got some extra-sweet cream pies just for you!

Fairburn: Anyway...they once had four Emperors in a year. One of them was even murdered by the people whose job it was to keep him alive!

Harold: If you're not getting pied then someone else is getting it, cos I'm not wasting these. Who wants to volunteer?

"Well, now. Of course I've heard about the Norman empire. But you should know it's fantasy.

But in the stories, these people were assassinated. These...well, let's just say that their deaths were just plain stupid. AND DON'T CALL ME AMBASSADOR KICKER!"

[Confederate Non-Soviet States of America]

"Our leaders aren't really.... rulers. They are more like... eh... carefree dictators. Or really just glorified citizens. There are stories about a giant nation the lived in the land that my nation is in. that country had actually leaders. With... terms... weirdos, no?"
(By the by we are totally not Soviet.)

[Nehushtan]

Dr. David Roy MacBeth strolled into the bar, heading for one of the leather chairs near a sitting area. Despite his usual immovable expression of benign cheerfulness and benevolence, he was rather unnerved.

He was used to power-plays and high-brow establishments. This...this reeked of latent abilities, though. Still, he had trained himself to be the complete master of his emotions and expressions. Any observers would see what people had always seen in him -- a tall, lithe man in a custom white suit (styled vaguely after that of naval officers) with shoulder-length auburn hair, aristocratic features, and piercing green eyes. He naturally caught peoples eyes, and intended to do so. He preferred to make statements about himself without saying a word.

After taking a seat, he waved over a server and ordered a Scotch. Settling in, he crossed one leg over his other knee and steepled his fingers, listening to the discussion around him.

{OOC: New, and have little-to-no clue precisely the best way to slip in. Someone told me this was a good way to get into the Gen community...soo...yeah.}

[Wallenburg]

Dr. David Roy MacBeth strolled into the bar, heading for one of the leather chairs near a sitting area. Despite his usual immovable expression of benign cheerfulness and benevolence, he was rather unnerved.

He was used to power-plays and high-brow establishments. This...this reeked of latent abilities, though. Still, he had trained himself to be the complete master of his emotions and expressions. Any observers would see what people had always seen in him -- a tall, lithe man in a custom white suit (styled vaguely after that of naval officers) with shoulder-length auburn hair, aristocratic features, and piercing green eyes. He naturally caught peoples eyes, and intended to do so. He preferred to make statements about himself without saying a word.

After taking a seat, he waved over a server and ordered a Scotch. Settling in, he crossed one leg over his other knee and steepled his fingers, listening to the discussion around him.

{OOC: New, and have little-to-no clue precisely the best way to slip in. Someone told me this was a good way to get into the Gen community...soo...yeah.}

"Ah, fresh meat!" exclaims Ogenbond, noticing an unfamiliar face in the bar. "Ah, I remember when I looked that sharp. Here, let me pay for that drink. I'm sure that your office's budget will appreciate it later."

[Separatist Peoples]

Dr. David Roy MacBeth strolled into the bar, heading for one of the leather chairs near a sitting area. Despite his usual immovable expression of benign cheerfulness and benevolence, he was rather unnerved.

He was used to power-plays and high-brow establishments. This...this reeked of latent abilities, though. Still, he had trained himself to be the complete master of his emotions and expressions. Any observers would see what people had always seen in him -- a tall, lithe man in a custom white suit (styled vaguely after that of naval officers) with shoulder-length auburn hair, aristocratic features, and piercing green eyes. He naturally caught peoples eyes, and intended to do so. He preferred to make statements about himself without saying a word.

After taking a seat, he waved over a server and ordered a Scotch. Settling in, he crossed one leg over his other knee and steepled his fingers, listening to the discussion around him.

{OOC: New, and have little-to-no clue precisely the best way to slip in. Someone told me this was a good way to get into the Gen community...soo...yeah.}

OOC: You're doing exactly the right thing. Welcome!

IC: "Ogenbond, shame on you. You're not supposed to let the fresh meat know they're fresh meat. You're supposed to entice them with conversation and drinks, then switch out their scotch with wood alcohol. Then the show begins."

Bell shakes his head and turns back to the newspaper he was perusing. One can just see the headline: Shiprock Senator Confuses Procedural Rule With Internet Porn, Hilarity Ensues.

[Nehushtan]

A smile tweaked the corners of David’s lips as he raised his glass to the first man. “Thank for the warm welcome.” After taking a sip, he glanced at Ambassador Bell. “I have grown used to being considered fresh meat over the years. I will say, however, that it is not an entirely unfavorable position. I am assumed to be inexperienced, and therefore regarded with less caution. I am cajoled and given gifts and presents and freebies, without really having to make a commitment. All in all, so long as I keep a good eye, keen wit, and silver tongue, not unpleasant at all, I daresay.”

He paused to finish his Scotch, then rose just enough to do a half bow before sitting back down. “I am Dr. David MacBeth, by the way. A pleasure to make the acquaintance of the two of you.”

[The Grand Puffle Republic]

*Staggers in*
Hello. I had a late night. Would any of you mind helping me out a bit? I need some advice on my resolution.

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[Ransium]

Hmmm... I have just the inkling of an idea for an issue right now that I have no idea if I could get the rest of the IE team to go along with, but... does anyone have a good example of game issue choice that, by choosing, you would be blatantly violating a WA resolution? Preferably a WA resolution that is unlikely to be repealed? Bonus points if you can pick out something that's on a topic that's exciting (nuclear weapons? some environmental issue?) Double bonus if you pick a issue choice that isn't pure evil but might have some defensible justifications...

[Wallenburg]

Hmmm... I have just the inkling of an idea for an issue right now that I have no idea if I could get the rest of the IE team to go along with, but... does anyone have a good example of game issue choice that, by choosing, you would be blatantly violating a WA resolution? Preferably a WA resolution that is unlikely to be repealed? Bonus points if you can pick out something that's on a topic that's exciting (nuclear weapons? some environmental issue?) Double bonus if you pick a issue choice that isn't pure evil but might have some defensible justifications...

OOC: Two problems here. First, this is an IC thread, not an OOC one. Second, this belongs in the Got Issues forum, not the GA. As it is, there are already plenty of issues that give you the option to violate well-entrenched WA resolutions. Abortion issues come to mind most immediately.

[Ransium]

Hmmm... I have just the inkling of an idea for an issue right now that I have no idea if I could get the rest of the IE team to go along with, but... does anyone have a good example of game issue choice that, by choosing, you would be blatantly violating a WA resolution? Preferably a WA resolution that is unlikely to be repealed? Bonus points if you can pick out something that's on a topic that's exciting (nuclear weapons? some environmental issue?) Double bonus if you pick a issue choice that isn't pure evil but might have some defensible justifications...

OOC: Two problems here. First, this is an IC thread, not an OOC one. Second, this belongs in the Got Issues forum, not the GA. As it is, there are already plenty of issues that give you the option to violate well-entrenched WA resolutions. Abortion issues come to mind most immediately.

ICC:
Ambassador Mangle Rhizophora buys a drink for the ambassador from Wallenburg and quietly walks out of the bar.

OOC: Sorry, the first is my fault. The second is debatable, as this is much a WA assembly lore question as an issue lore question, and since I'm well versed in the issue lore, I really needed someone more familiar with passed WA assembly resolutions, which most in GI (myself included) are not. Abortions are a perfect example though, thank you.

[Whovian Tardisia]

A smile tweaked the corners of David’s lips as he raised his glass to the first man. “Thank for the warm welcome.” After taking a sip, he glanced at Ambassador Bell. “I have grown used to being considered fresh meat over the years. I will say, however, that it is not an entirely unfavorable position. I am assumed to be inexperienced, and therefore regarded with less caution. I am cajoled and given gifts and presents and freebies, without really having to make a commitment. All in all, so long as I keep a good eye, keen wit, and silver tongue, not unpleasant at all, I daresay.”

He paused to finish his Scotch, then rose just enough to do a half bow before sitting back down. “I am Dr. David MacBeth, by the way. A pleasure to make the acquaintance of the two of you.”

Ambassador Pink spun his stool in the direction of Dr. MacBeth. "You're a Scotch man too? It's been a while, but I think I can handle one, Neville!" As the ever silent barkeep fulfilled the order, Pink extended his hand. "Ambassador Rupert Pink, Whovian Tardisia. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[Nehushtan]

[quote="Whovian Tardisia";p="31171238]
Ambassador Pink spun his stool in the direction of Dr. MacBeth. "You're a Scotch man too? It's been a while, but I think I can handle one, Neville!" As the ever silent barkeep fulfilled the order, Pink extended his hand. "Ambassador Rupert Pink, Whovian Tardisia. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."[/quote]

David chuckled, and rose to shake the fellows hand, ensuring that his practiced grip was just firm enough to slightly exceed the Ambassador's own, but gentle enough to remain comfortable and friendly.

"I am both a Scot-man and a Scotch-man, if you know what I mean. Definitely enjoy my drinks, though, I'll have to say. Pleased to meet you as well, Ambassador Pink."

He extended his own glass to the barkeeper, who refilled it for him. "I believe I neglected to mention my own nation, or, rather, nations. I represent Nehushtan. In a broader sense, I represent all of the nations founded by our glorious leader Alphaeus: Nehushtan is merely the original and central member. So...tell me, what is your experience in the World Assembly so far?"

[Overthinkers]

A young man, wearing a navy suit, maroon-and-gold-striped tie, and a smirk strides into the bar. He orders a beer and studies the other patrons.

"Nice place you got here," he remarks, to no one in particular.

[Whovian Tardisia]

David chuckled, and rose to shake the fellows hand, ensuring that his practiced grip was just firm enough to slightly exceed the Ambassador's own, but gentle enough to remain comfortable and friendly.

"I am both a Scot-man and a Scotch-man, if you know what I mean. Definitely enjoy my drinks, though, I'll have to say. Pleased to meet you as well, Ambassador Pink."

He extended his own glass to the barkeeper, who refilled it for him. "I believe I neglected to mention my own nation, or, rather, nations. I represent Nehushtan. In a broader sense, I represent all of the nations founded by our glorious leader Alphaeus: Nehushtan is merely the original and central member. So...tell me, what is your experience in the World Assembly so far?"

"Well, this organization has it's fair share of excitement." replied Pink. "This fine bar does contain a lot of it, granted, but that shouldn't stop one from attending their debates. The premises have some odd temporal properties, as you may have heard. With excitement, however, comes danger. Ambassador Bell, in fact, was caught up in some undeserved trouble a while ago, and occasionally a representative..." He pauses, sipping his drink. "I won't tell you about that, actually. I want to see the look on your face when you witness it the first time." He chuckles to himself. "It's a good time, all in all, and I hope you enjoy your position here."

[D0min4ti0n]

The door flies open, revealing a short...thing….holding a huge stack of papers. It promptly starts handing out fact sheets.

“Hey everybody. I go by Dan offworld to nonAlts, as Alts do not use names due to our method of communicating through our cybernetics. I've been an Ambassador for a long time, interacting with little-known Nations. The leader of D0min4ti0n is reclusive and leaves me to deal with all the external contact, so I ended up here looking for a good place to wind down. I have been sent here to serve as Ambassador to NationStates, to all Nation and to the WA in particular. Anything you could ever want to know about altself or D0min4ti0n is on that fact sheet you're holding.”

The Alts of D0min4ti0n are 1-meter-tall, humanoid creatures. Long ago we lived on the Old World. There were some who experimented with technology, altering themselves with advanced cybernetics. They were seen as abominations and were banished to the moon, D0min4ti0n. These altered outcasts slowly grew, developing new methods of communication and reproduction through their alterations. Eventually, the Dominion of D0min4ti0n was formed to improve the lives of all citizens of D0min4ti0n (known as Alts). We are peaceful people but will participate in non-lethal combat for sport and conflict resolution. Our technology is advanced to the point that most weapons cannot harm us: our alts make us impervious to almost all known weapons with the exception of a few odd Nations (who I will not reveal) and thus we use bladed weapons. We can communicate through a built-in translator and speaker that turns my thoughts into something you can understand by analyzing your biological makeup to determine how to most efficiently communicate. We have evolved to be genderless, using technology to reproduce by transforming stem cells into haploid cells and mating with another Alt. Mating occur only between the most enamoured individuals, as we have a limited physical space and a very very long lifespan.

“Nice to meet everyone. Sorry to interrupt all those fantastic conversations, don't let me stop you. Go about your business and I'll be here if anyone wants to talk.”

Alt turns to the barkeep.

“Can I get 4 quantum batteries? I just love the jolt those things give....”

OOC: This is my first time trying this so I just decided to go for it. Any feedback would be appreciated, just send me a TG. Thanks!

Edit OOC: I fixed some typos that were really bugging me.

[New Dukaine]

Pama Umoja comes in after a relatively uneventful day and sits down at the bar. He orders a drink and waits. He is bouncing up and down with excitement. He can't hold it in, and says..."IM WRITING A REPEAL DRAFT ON ENVIRONMENTAL WARFARE ACT"....

He then huffs and puffs......

[Imperium Anglorum]

North, talking with Lily Evans, the new Undersecretary to the Delegate, notes, 'There certainly are a lot of preparations involved in the coronation. Then again, I don't expect that Parsons will be back for a while. Between the coronation and the war, he'll be busy for some time. Certainly happy that they've demilitarised the WA office. Now that Parsons is home, he doesn't need to have his regiment assigned to "protect" him'.

Turning around, he notices some diplomatic staff from 'Tinfect'. Looking at them, he jokes to Lily, 'Now that Tinfect's WA mission occupies an atom or what-not, they'll have to support internationalism and free trade! Otherwise, how will they feed their staff?'

[Tinfect Diplomatic Enclave]

Turning around, he notices some diplomatic staff from 'Tinfect'. Looking at them, he jokes to Lily, 'Now that Tinfect's WA mission occupies an atom or what-not, they'll have to support internationalism and free trade! Otherwise, how will they feed their staff?'

The aide, who had returned to claim a Tablet left on a table by Markhov, quickly retrieves a hastily folded document from a pocket, "Oh, Sir, the Diplomatic Enclave is legally a Semi-Dependent Territory of the Imperium of Tinfect, and a portion of the Imperium's production, in this case, the amount formerly requisitioned for the maintenance and operation of the Imperial World Assembly Delegation, is granted to it as per its Treaty of Unification with the Imperium, which, among other things, requires it to maintain independent National Status, but officially represent the interests of the Imperium Itself, in all Inter and Extra-National dealings."

He glances around, nervously searching out the entrance as he collects the dust-covered device, "So, it's not a matter of Trade, as it is legally a Territory of the Imperium, but also a Legally Distinct National Entity, allowing the Imperium to maintain a World-Assembly Presence while avoiding damaging legislation." With that, he makes a quick dash for the exit, attempting to get out before he is tossed out of a window, or locked in the Records Building.

[Emericia]

The freshly appointed Ambassador for Emericia in the World Assembly, Vladim Ilovich enters the bar, dressed in a crisp black suit with red pinstriped and a newsboy cap. The man (approximately in his late 30's) stops, removes the cap, and attempts to look as much like Lenin as possible.

"I understand this is where ambassadors who are not actively discussing and voting on World Assembly proposals often find themselves."
"Is this correct?"

[Imperium Anglorum]

... Markhov, ...

NORTH: About Parsons' old friend, where has Markhov gone? I don't think I got the pleasure to meet him during my tenure.

OOC: Also, happy to announce that RexisQuexis is now up to date!

[Whovian Tardisia]

The freshly appointed Ambassador for Emericia in the World Assembly, Vladim Ilovich enters the bar, dressed in a crisp black suit with red pinstriped and a newsboy cap. The man (approximately in his late 30's) stops, removes the cap, and attempts to look as much like Lenin as possible.

"I understand this is where ambassadors who are not actively discussing and voting on World Assembly proposals often find themselves."
"Is this correct?"

"Indeed." Ambassador Pink replies. "Many an ambassador has found themselves here when bored. Stay as long as you like; the temporal anomaly that is this place will find you in your next debate precisely when you need to be there."