The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

Helen laughs a bit, smiling at Ari's antics. "It's good to see you two again. What are you looking for Ambassador Pink for? I don't think he does karaoke."

(While Ari stomps around, muttering incomprehensible curses from a dead, ancient language that even the universal translators don't understand, Ahume addresses Helen quietly.)

AHUME: Helen, what are you doing here?

[Wallenburg]

Helen laughs a bit, smiling at Ari's antics. "It's good to see you two again. What are you looking for Ambassador Pink for? I don't think he does karaoke."

(While Ari stomps around, muttering incomprehensible curses from a dead, ancient language that even the universal translators don't understand, Ahume addresses Helen quietly.)

AHUME: Helen, what are you doing here?

Trevanyika gives a long, concerned stare to Ari. "You may want to have him see a professional if he keeps that up. It really is good to be back. Mr. Ogenbond asked me to step in for him while he takes a vacation to some godforsaken alien planet. I'm here as acting representative of Wallenburg. Ogenbond's deputy holds the vote, but I go to the debates. So, what have you been up to?"

[Separatist Peoples]

"I'm very sorry, your Holiness, but I can't be held responsible for what other delegations say to your, er, staff, and even if I was, offering to buy your aide a drink doesn't pass for salacious behavior here," Bell entered the door to the bar panting a little, chasing after a thin man in drab robes, who was making quite an impressive pace.

"Ambassador, ze people of Marche Noire are a proper peoples. Ve are a peoples who haff clean souls and hearts. As religious leader of zis delegation, it is my honor at stake if ze lose zeirs. I vill not risk such a thing."

Bell stared at the man as he began a loud and intense discussion with the bar staff.

"I should have stayed in Marche Noire. At least then, all I had to worry about were the bombs."

[WA Kitty Kops]

*snip*

The Chief Inshpekshuuner padded up to Mr. Bell. "I's happy to see you again, Ben. Did you remember to take away the traps before letting peoples into your office again?"

[Whovian Tardisia]

PIIIIIIIIINK!

Ambassador Pink jerks upright in his seat, awoken ("Again with the napping!", he thought to himself) by the sudden yelling of Ari. He immediately notices the box's door hanging open, and gets up to rectify it. He now notices several alerts on one of the console's screens:

Code: Select all

WARNING: 
UNAUTHORIZED BIOSIGNATURES DETECTED. 
EMERGENCY ENGINE SHUTDOWN FAILURE; SECURITY SYSTEM BREACHED.
EMERGENCY TIME ROTOR SHUTDOWN SUCCESSFUL.
UNAUTHORIZED FLIGHT DETECTED.

Ambassador Pink flew into a panic, running around the box's interior, making sure there was nothing too damaged or missing. The metal stairs clanged as he scurried to the maintenance panels, ensuring that nothing had been physically tampered with. Finally, he looked at the security footage. A groan was heard from within the box, and Ambassador Pink poked his head out the door. "Wads? A moment, please." he beckoned.

[Separatist Peoples]

*snip*

The Chief Inshpekshuuner padded up to Mr. Bell. "I's happy to see you again, Ben. Did you remember to take away the traps before letting peoples into your office again?"

Bell reaches down to scratch the cat between the ears. "Boy oh boy do I wish I hadn't, kitten. I should have just kicked the door down."

[Essu Beti]

anyone can tell me what i can discuss here thats ok?

((OOC: Just, take your character and have them interact with other people's characters? This is a roleplay thread, after all. How familiar are you with roleplaying?))

[Atkemri]

The Atkemrian ambassador Hosep Mandin walks into the bar exhausted "Okay what's going on." he says depressed."Hey bartender get me the strongest thing you got!"

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

Trevanyika gives a long, concerned stare to Ari. "You may want to have him see a professional if he keeps that up. It really is good to be back. Mr. Ogenbond asked me to step in for him while he takes a vacation to some godforsaken alien planet. I'm here as acting representative of Wallenburg. Ogenbond's deputy holds the vote, but I go to the debates. So, what have you been up to?"

AHUME: (furrowing his brow) Ogenbond. Huh. Not the wrong time line. Uh, excuse me a moment, Helen.

Ambassador Pink flew into a panic, running around the box's interior, making sure there was nothing too damaged or missing. The metal stairs clanged as he scurried to the maintenance panels, ensuring that nothing had been physically tampered with. Finally, he looked at the security footage. A groan was heard from within the box, and Ambassador Pink poked his head out the door. "Wads? A moment, please." he beckoned.

ARI: Pink! There you are you... you.... Look, we followed every single direction--

AHUME: (mumbles) Most of the directions.

ARI: --that you sent to us on our tablets when you gave us permission--

AHUME: Wasn't exactly permission.

ARI: --to use your stupid little newspaper stand--

AHUME: Phone booth, it's a phone booth.

ARI: --so we could spend a few days practicing--

AHUME: More like ten weeks.

ARI: WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?

[Wallenburg]

Trevanyika gives a long, concerned stare to Ari. "You may want to have him see a professional if he keeps that up. It really is good to be back. Mr. Ogenbond asked me to step in for him while he takes a vacation to some godforsaken alien planet. I'm here as acting representative of Wallenburg. Ogenbond's deputy holds the vote, but I go to the debates. So, what have you been up to?"

AHUME: (furrowing his brow) Ogenbond. Huh. Not the wrong time line. Uh, excuse me a moment, Helen.

"Well--" Ahume walks away before Trevanyika can object. "Okay, we'll talk later then."

Her eyes catch sight of Ambassador Bell petting the Chief Inshpekshuuner. "Ah, there you are!" She walks over to him and grips him tightly in a vigorous hug. "Ah, it's been a long time, Ambassador. How have you been? I trust your liver can take as much abuse as ever? Come, let me get you some of that dreadful poison you like so much."

[States of Glory WA Office]

I trust your liver can take as much abuse as ever?

Neville: Fairburn's certainly can't. He's still vomiting from drinking an Orange Julius!

Harold: Actually, it was a herbicide.

Neville: Wait, a herbicide? Why did he have a herbicide?

Harold points to the plant.

Neville: A fern? He wanted to destroy a fern?

Harold: Not just any fern. It's from that sapient plant nation.

Neville: Oh, now I get it. Couldn't you just pluck the pink flower in the centre?

Harold: Only if you want to cause the apocalypse.

Fairburn finally stops bringing forth his lunch into the bucket, exits the Bar then returns carrying a pair of secateurs.

Fairburn: Alright, looks like I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Neville: In black-and-white with no recorded sound, lots of title cards and continuous jazz music in the background?

[Whovian Tardisia]

ARI: Pink! There you are you... you.... Look, we followed every single direction--

AHUME: (mumbles) Most of the directions.

ARI: --that you sent to us on our tablets when you gave us permission--

AHUME: Wasn't exactly permission.

ARI: --to use your stupid little newspaper stand--

AHUME: Phone booth, it's a phone booth.

ARI: --so we could spend a few days practicing--

AHUME: More like ten weeks.

ARI: WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?

"Directions? Permission?!? I never..." Ambassador Pink began. But the the memory came flooding back...

Pink leans in to Wad Ari's ear, and replies: "You two couldn't hope to fly it yourselves. But if it gets to crunch time and you need more practice..." He directs his screwdriver at both Wad's pockets, and their communication devices buzz. "Let me know."

"Shit." He thought aloud. "Okay, I didn't mean to do that." He explained to the Wads. "I was just trying to give you my number. My mind must have been wandering when I did that. It happens. I'm just glad you couldn't get past the time rotor's security..." He pulled out his sonic as he continued. "Look, I'll let it slide for now, but next time, don't go unsupervised, kapeesh?" The Wad's tablets buzzed as the unintentionally transmitted data was removed.

[A m e n r i a]

"Wow, a pair of angel wings, a unique set of clothing and I'm still ignored." said the Heavenly Emperor, sighing. He then decided to sit in the corner because nobody seemed to want to be his friend.

[Separatist Peoples]

AHUME: (furrowing his brow) Ogenbond. Huh. Not the wrong time line. Uh, excuse me a moment, Helen.

"Well--" Ahume walks away before Trevanyika can object. "Okay, we'll talk later then."

Her eyes catch sight of Ambassador Bell petting the Chief Inshpekshuuner. "Ah, there you are!" She walks over to him and grips him tightly in a vigorous hug. "Ah, it's been a long time, Ambassador. How have you been? I trust your liver can take as much abuse as ever? Come, let me get you some of that dreadful poison you like so much."

"Helen! Its lovely to see you! When on earth did you get in? I would love to have a drink..." Bell glances at the large man berating the bar staff with a hell-and-brimstone lecture on the immorality of tempting Marche Noiran souls. "I really really would love one, but I'm afraid I can't right now. Excuse me a moment,"

Bell extracts himself and places himself between the yelling man and the waitstaff. "Your Holiness, please!"

"Ambassador Bell, I vas assured by your government zat you vere a man of principals and morality and would not lead my entourage astray! If zis cannot be done, Marche Noire may have to reconsider certain-"

"Your Holiness, I assure you, nobody here is seeking to drag your people off the Holy Path, but some cultural misunderstanding is inevita-

"Ve do not have to tolerate this immoral behavior, Ambassador! Vith the exception of myself, no others of ze delegation will frequent this hall of vice and sin, and I vill be having a long conversation vith my government and vith ze ambassador!"

The thin man stalked off in a huff, leaving Bell staring after him.

"Ok, now is a great time for a drink," he says as soon as the Bar doors slam shut.

[Wallenburg]

"Well--" Ahume walks away before Trevanyika can object. "Okay, we'll talk later then."

Her eyes catch sight of Ambassador Bell petting the Chief Inshpekshuuner. "Ah, there you are!" She walks over to him and grips him tightly in a vigorous hug. "Ah, it's been a long time, Ambassador. How have you been? I trust your liver can take as much abuse as ever? Come, let me get you some of that dreadful poison you like so much."

"Helen! Its lovely to see you! When on earth did you get in? I would love to have a drink..." Bell glances at the large man berating the bar staff with a hell-and-brimstone lecture on the immorality of tempting Marche Noiran souls. "I really really would love one, but I'm afraid I can't right now. Excuse me a moment,"

Bell extracts himself and places himself between the yelling man and the waitstaff. "Your Holiness, please!"

"Ambassador Bell, I vas assured by your government zat you vere a man of principals and morality and would not lead my entourage astray! If zis cannot be done, Marche Noire may have to reconsider certain-"

"Your Holiness, I assure you, nobody here is seeking to drag your people off the Holy Path, but some cultural misunderstanding is inevita-

"Ve do not have to tolerate this immoral behavior, Ambassador! Vith the exception of myself, no others of ze delegation will frequent this hall of vice and sin, and I vill be having a long conversation vith my government and vith ze ambassador!"

The thin man stalked off in a huff, leaving Bell staring after him.

"Ok, now is a great time for a drink," he says as soon as the Bar doors slam shut.

"My guests were never so...uptight. You have my sympathies. So, are you still drinking methanol? Or have you developed some common sense since we last met?"

[WA Kitty Kops]

The thin man stalked off in a huff, leaving Bell staring after him.

"Ok, now is a great time for a drink," he says as soon as the Bar doors slam shut.

"You wants me to hork up hairballs in his shoes?" the Chief Inshpekshuuner asked, hopping up onto the bar counter. "Oh, and would you buy me a saucer of cream, please? To celebrate you getting back and shouty man going away?"

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

"Shit." He thought aloud. "Okay, I didn't mean to do that." He explained to the Wads. "I was just trying to give you my number. My mind must have been wandering when I did that. It happens. I'm just glad you couldn't get past the time rotor's security..." He pulled out his sonic as he continued. "Look, I'll let it slide for now, but next time, don't go unsupervised, kapeesh?" The Wad's tablets buzzed as the unintentionally transmitted data was removed.

ARI: (hands trembling, face reddening) You'll "let it slide"? Don't you understand how important something like this--

AHUME: Ari, just let it go.

ARI: "Let it go"? "LET IT GO"?

AHUME: (quickly and quietly sings) Turn away and slam the door -- sorry. Ari, it's not his fault.

ARI: How can you say that? He's incompetent, he's in over his head, he's--

AHUME: He's a good man who made a mistake. Just like you and I.

ARI: Oh, ho ho, if we're going to start talking about fallibility, my friend--

AHUME: Ari--

ARI: --I assure you that if one were to measure us--

AHUME: Ari--

ARI: --against ninety-nine percent of the people here--

AHUME: (loud enough for the whole bar to hear) WE CHEATED, ARI!

(Ari's look of anger fades from his face as realization slowly hits. He's right. We cheated. And got what we deserved.)

[Turk-Ottoman Empire]

"Doc, the voices they're back"
"It's to be expected when you don't take your medication, regardless what do they tell you"
"All of them, A bar, So many"
"It's ok Steven I'm here to help, let me help you. NURSE!"
"Wait, what are you doing. I thought you said you'd help"
"Yes, Dr. Damion"
"Take him Away"
"NOOO, YOU CAN'T. THE VOICES THEY DON"T GO AWAY. SO MANY, SO LITTLE TIME"
"I'll see you tomorrow after you've taken your medication. Goodbye Steven"
"YOU CAN"T JUST DO THIS TO ME, HEYYY, DOC YOU'RE MAKIN A MISTAKE!!"

Steven would go on that night; sleepless, scared, and still thirsty anyone know where a man can get a damn drink around here.

[The Atlae Isles]

George drank his rum and looked away. He had much more important things to do.

[Faeshire]

His Fairyness, Foreign Theatrics Spokesfey Pumpkin Feylord arrives and orders the best mead this bar has to offer.

"Oh mead! Oh nectar of the Gods! Bliss! Joy! Jolliness!"

"I will never understand the perception of this 'World Assembly' - for art they not so obsessed with forcing their social justice theatrics upon us? What for art this constant gayliness of its debate - for it is unbeknownst to them all, that the Santorum produced by buggery smelleth like poo and hath no place in any jolly place such as ours?"

Suddenly the face of His Fairyness turns - almost unnaturally - red. His eyes glowing with anger.

Someone had whispered behind his back: "lol ur way of talking sounds just so gay gay gay lol".

[Eriaroon World Assembly Experiment]

The Eriaroon entered the structure, her land traversal casing allowing her movement in the unfamiliar environment. Her experiment had begun, and now she would initiate the diplomatic and social portion of her duties.

Maoltao Narulm Shumaza-Melikos, Ascendant Scholar of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic, intook the data being displayed inside her machine. Optical, audio, tactile, chemical, electrical, each sense was represented within the metallic shell.

Speaking to nobody in particular, and partially to test whether translation would function correctly here, the alien began to communicate.

"I am Maoltao Narulm Shumaza-Melikos, Ascendant Scholar of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic, and I have been tasked with overseeing our experiment to determine the effectiveness and benefits of World Assembly membership. My condolences to you all."

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

(The Wads approach their usual table at the end of the bar, only to find it is occupied by someone talking quite loudly to himself. They nod uncomfortably, turn away, and approach the bar.)

ARI: Neville. Two methanol cocktails. We're celebrating a well-deserved defeat.

[States of Glory WA Office]

ARI: Neville. Two methanol cocktails. We're celebrating a well-deserved defeat.

Neville: I have no experience in handling methanol. Trust me, you don't want any.

[The Puddle Jumping Wads of Wrapper]

ARI: Neville. Two methanol cocktails. We're celebrating a well-deserved defeat.

Neville: I have no experience in handling methanol. Trust me, you don't want any.

ARI: Hmmm? Oh, it's you, Ambassador Nitro! Good to see you again!

AHUME: (whispers) Still not the ambassador.

ARI: What have you been doing these past few months, aside from getting confused every time someone calls the bartender?

[States of Glory WA Office]

ARI: Hmmm? Oh, it's you, Ambassador Nitro! Good to see you again!

Neville: (looks behind him) I don't see an 'Ambassador Nitro'.

AEI: What have you been doing these past few months, aside from getting confused every time someone calls the bartender?

Neville: Recovering in hospital.