The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Concrete Slab]

Rahlen elected to ignore the comment, rather than knock the man out of his chair. "Bartender, I'll have whatever that man-" she points to Bell, "-is having. Twice."

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Feargal looks delighted; he has not been anticipating a particularly entertaining evening.

*Alistair chuckles as he chants*
This place is pretty nice.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Steph looks bemused, and then delighted, at the Imperials' generosity. Glancing at Bell's preposterous order, she shakes her head with a smile before turning toward the nearest bartender. "I believe I'll try to keep my sense of proportion intact, thanks. One bottle of your peatiest single malt will do nicely. Obliged!" Only at that point does the full import of the announcement hit her. "Invaded?" she says quietly. "Them? Oh, fuck."

Leo, of course, has left his table, an entire pitcher of Bloody Caesars in each hand. He walks toward the Imperial spacer in that perfectly, precisely smooth gait peculiar to drinkers just entering the peak of tipsy trying to show how suave and unaffected they are. "Madam!" he says brightly, putting one of his pitchers down to grab the bamboo barbecue skewer resting in it. "I thank you profusely for your kindness! The miscreants and scalawags in charge of my own tab have restricted my use, you see, and thanks entirely to your kind heart and bountiful resources, I have gained a blissful respite!" He sucks a very recently living raw littleneck clam off the end of the skewer and chews it with great relish. "Mmm! Delishish! Sho I muft t'ank you - mm-" (he swallows) "sincerely, and wish you and your country great fortune during the days ahead." He drops the skewer, still holding several more impaled shellfish and a couple of small onions, back into the pitcher, takes a swig directly out of his other pitcher, and picks up the first pitcher once again. Steph, viewing this whole performance from a number of tables away, rolls her eyes. Leo briefly raises his right handed pitcher towards Rahlen and glides away, grinning.

[Xanthal]

Riley continues his game of solo pool- his problems pay their own dividends, no need to profit off those of others.

[Tinfect]

Steph looks bemused, and then delighted, at the Imperials' generosity. Glancing at Bell's preposterous order, she shakes her head with a smile before turning toward the nearest bartender. "I believe I'll try to keep my sense of proportion intact, thanks. One bottle of your peatiest single malt will do nicely. Obliged!" Only at that point does the full import of the announcement hit her. "Invaded?" she says quietly. "Them? Oh, fuck."

Leo, of course, has left his table, an entire pitcher of Bloody Caesars in each hand. He walks toward the Imperial spacer in that perfectly, precisely smooth gait peculiar to drinkers just entering the peak of tipsy trying to show how suave and unaffected they are. "Madam!" he says brightly, putting one of his pitchers down to grab the bamboo barbecue skewer resting in it. "I thank you profusely for your kindness! The miscreants and scalawags in charge of my own tab have restricted my use, you see, and thanks entirely to your kind heart and bountiful resources, I have gained a blissful respite!" He sucks a very recently living raw littleneck clam off the end of the skewer and chews it with great relish. "Mmm! Delishish! Sho I muft t'ank you - mm-" (he swallows) "sincerely, and wish you and your country great fortune during the days ahead." He drops the skewer, still holding several more impaled shellfish and a couple of small onions, back into the pitcher, takes a swig directly out of his other pitcher, and picks up the first pitcher once again. Steph, viewing this whole performance from a number of tables away, rolls her eyes. Leo briefly raises his right handed pitcher towards Rahlen and glides away, grinning.

"And a great fortune we're going to need... whoever you are," she says after the strange foreigner. With that, however, the bartender returned with her own pair of drinks, which she promptly acquired. "If the Aeravahn win, make them pay for it."

With that, she needed someone to pawn the second drink off on; cybernetics or no, she'd never actually been a heavy drinker. Given the options - her co-workers, and two people who'd she'd almost find rude if she actually cared, - the foreigner who'd just walked up to the bar seemed appropriate! Rahlen quickly stepped up to the Lyricalian woman and put the second drink down next to the one she'd already ordered. "I don't suppose you feel like hearing about the first time the Imperium's been invaded since the barrier went up?"

[Potted Plants United]

Rahlen quickly stepped up to the Lyricalian woman and put the second drink down next to the one she'd already ordered. "I don't suppose you feel like hearing about the first time the Imperium's been invaded since the barrier went up?"

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

[Greater Cesnica]

McCooley steps up to the bar. "Your finest Bacardi Rum, please." he speaks, in a slight accented drawl, nevertheless sophisticated enough to pass in an esteemed environment such as this. He looks back upon the day's events, from his detour from official government matters, to the escapades and furious bidding at the gun show some 2 hours out of town, to his consultation with his aides who had advised him showing off his prize within the bar wouldn't be a considered idea. Nevertheless, he had insisted, and so here he was.

Rahlen quickly stepped up to the Lyricalian woman and put the second drink down next to the one she'd already ordered. "I don't suppose you feel like hearing about the first time the Imperium's been invaded since the barrier went up?"

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

His attention was piqued by the... (majestic?) creature that had entered the bar. Carrying his duffel bag, he trailed the creature, which appeared to be a diplomat of sorts.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Rahlen quickly stepped up to the Lyricalian woman and put the second drink down next to the one she'd already ordered. "I don't suppose you feel like hearing about the first time the Imperium's been invaded since the barrier went up?"

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

Steph, stone-faced, nods slowly. "Welcome to the World Assembly, both of you." She eyes the green newcomer just briefly enough to avoid staring, and waves her hand at the empty barstools beside her. "Please have a seat! I don't know that I've seen your people here before. Have you been WA members long?"

She turns toward Rahlen and says, "I've dealt with Imperial officials before, of course. Please don't take this the wrong way, but from what I understand of the Imperium, the fact of being invaded - number one - and number two, the fact that you are freely offering to discuss it with outsiders, means the situation must be truly horrific. On a scale of one to 'go ahead and shit your pants,' how fucked is the entire galaxy?"

Steph pauses, then looks slightly alarmed for a moment, as if just now remembering that she is in fact a diplomat these days and not an active-duty astronaut. "Uh... if you'll forgive my bluntness."

[Greater Cesnica]

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

Steph, stone-faced, nods slowly. "Welcome to the World Assembly, both of you." She eyes the green newcomer just briefly enough to avoid staring, and waves her hand at the empty barstools beside her. "Please have a seat! I don't know that I've seen your people here before. Have you been WA members long?"

She turns toward Rahlen and says, "I've dealt with Imperial officials before, of course. Please don't take this the wrong way, but from what I understand of the Imperium, the fact of being invaded - number one - and number two, the fact that you are freely offering to discuss it with outsiders, means the situation must be truly horrific. On a scale of one to 'go ahead and shit your pants,' how fucked is the entire galaxy?"

Steph pauses, then looks slightly alarmed for a moment, as if just now remembering that she is in fact a diplomat these days and not an active-duty astronaut. "Uh... if you'll forgive my bluntness."

McCooley snickers at this, though not out of spite or derision. "Steph, I... don't believe we've met before outside of official capacity." He places his duffel bag on the floor, and extends his right hand. A thin bandage wraps around his ring finger.

[Bears Armed]

The door of the bar opens, lets in two members of the Imperial delegation, and slams behind the third. Rahlen stops by the door while the other two find seats at the bar.

"Everyone's next drinks are on the Imperium," she shouts, with a wide gesture across the room, "We're being invaded, and I'm stuck here with the bureaucrats!"

Artorrios hears this, as he wakes up, and smiles.
He strolls across to the bar.
"I'll have a pint of Bailey's Irish Cream, please."

He turns to face Rahlen, and nods in polite acknowledgement.
"Thank you."

[Potted Plants United]

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

She eyes the green newcomer just briefly enough to avoid staring, and waves her hand at the empty barstools beside her. "Please have a seat! I don't know that I've seen your people here before. Have you been WA members long?"

"I have been a member since my ascension to sapience, miss Zakalwe," the greenish thing said, though how exactly it spoke was somewhat uncertain, beyond what looked like some kind of air sac seen filling and deflating inside the see-through parts of its torso, "and I still think your demotion over the affair of my Tollan friends was completely uncalled for." The creature did manage to lift itself to sit or perch on a barstool. "I used to have a permanent presence here at the Bar, but miss Leveret left with the cactus some time ago, and didn't return it here before needing to head off again."

[Tinfect]

Something that was shaped like a humanoid, though lacking a proper face and having only partially-clothed somewhat see-through body that looked more like it was made of plant or fungal matter - it was partially green - than more normal flesh, had entered the Bar when people's attention was on drink orders, and gravitated towards Rahlen.

"I would certainly like to hear more about it," it said in a soft voice.

Rahlen didn't notice the approach of the Hivemind's... creature, until it spoke, giving her something of a start. "Oh, it's... you." It wasn't exactly what she'd been briefed on, but not really out of the range of possibility at this point. "Don't sneak up on people."

Steph, stone-faced, nods slowly. "Welcome to the World Assembly, both of you." She eyes the green newcomer just briefly enough to avoid staring, and waves her hand at the empty barstools beside her. "Please have a seat! I don't know that I've seen your people here before. Have you been WA members long?"

She turns toward Rahlen and says, "I've dealt with Imperial officials before, of course. Please don't take this the wrong way, but from what I understand of the Imperium, the fact of being invaded - number one - and number two, the fact that you are freely offering to discuss it with outsiders, means the situation must be truly horrific. On a scale of one to 'go ahead and shit your pants,' how fucked is the entire galaxy?"

Steph pauses, then looks slightly alarmed for a moment, as if just now remembering that she is in fact a diplomat these days and not an active-duty astronaut. "Uh... if you'll forgive my bluntness."

She almost laughed at the idea that the Aeravahn was a galactic threat, but she couldn't quite work it up. She did, however, take a seat. "Rahlen," she introduced herself, "Be as blunt as you like; I'm Naval Infantry not Diplomatic Oversight." She shot a glare to Seretis, who returned it. "And while I don't particularly think the Aeravahn has that kind of range, now that they've got ahold of a subspace drive, who knows anymore. If you see any gold ships, shoot them before they have a chance to talk."

[2ndBritan]

RUSHES IN...suspence hightens
happy brexit everyone it produced the climate to spark 2nd britan your communist common wealth
now wheres me vodka
bartender:no vodka
2ndbritan:yes vodka

[Potted Plants United]

Rahlen didn't notice the approach of the Hivemind's... creature, until it spoke, giving her something of a start. "Oh, it's... you." It wasn't exactly what she'd been briefed on, but not really out of the range of possibility at this point. "Don't sneak up on people."

"I did not sneak," the plant entity said. "I have no need to sneak around anymore, anyway."

"And while I don't particularly think the Aeravahn has that kind of range, now that they've got ahold of a subspace drive, who knows anymore. If you see any gold ships, shoot them before they have a chance to talk."

"Or don't shoot," the hivemind said, its newest avatar still speaking softly and calmly. "The Imperium has brought the war on itself by the multiple attempted and achieved genocides. The Aeravahn have no reason to shoot at anyone who is not trying to actively destroy them."

[Sierra Lyricalia]

"I have been a member since my ascension to sapience, miss Zakalwe," the greenish thing said, though how exactly it spoke was somewhat uncertain, beyond what looked like some kind of air sac seen filling and deflating inside the see-through parts of its torso, "and I still think your demotion over the affair of my Tollan friends was completely uncalled for." The creature did manage to lift itself to sit or perch on a barstool. "I used to have a permanent presence here at the Bar, but miss Leveret left with the cactus some time ago, and didn't return it here before needing to head off again."

Recognition dawns gradually on Steph's face as the newly evolved diplomatic plant continues to speak. "Ah! Well met, your verdancy! I appreciate that very much. Gotta say, you are looking quite... sophisticated! I been outta the loop a while - how new is this set o' leaves?"

She almost laughed at the idea that the Aeravahn was a galactic threat, but she couldn't quite work it up. She did, however, take a seat. "Rahlen," she introduced herself, "Be as blunt as you like; I'm Naval Infantry not Diplomatic Oversight." She shot a glare to Seretis, who returned it. "And while I don't particularly think the Aeravahn has that kind of range, now that they've got ahold of a subspace drive, who knows anymore. If you see any gold ships, shoot them before they have a chance to talk."

"Cripes. I'll make a note of that. So they can just sort of... jump in anywhere they like, then...?"

"Or don't shoot," the hivemind said, its newest avatar still speaking softly and calmly. "The Imperium has brought the war on itself by the multiple attempted and achieved genocides. The Aeravahn have no reason to shoot at anyone who is not trying to actively destroy them."

"Ah, a differing opinion! So you would contend-" Steph looks directly at the slightly unnerving, yet weirdly beautiful, "face" of the hivemind's ambulatory persona and continues, "-that my people are in negligible danger by reason of friendliness or simple irrelevance? These 'Eyravonn' tend not to just run roughshod over random civilizations but have a particular beef with the Imperium?"

Steph takes her cigarette case from an inside pocket of her black coat and puts one between her lips. "That would obviously be a better situation..." She lights it, then returns the case and the lighter to her pockets. "...for us. If true."

[Greater Cesnica]

(halp I wanna get in on the RP)

[Sierra Lyricalia]

(halp I wanna get in on the RP)

OOC: Sorry, I missed your post - not ignoring you on purpose. Hang on.

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...On a scale of one to 'go ahead and shit your pants,' how fucked is the entire galaxy?"

Steph pauses, then looks slightly alarmed for a moment, as if just now remembering that she is in fact a diplomat these days and not an active-duty astronaut. "Uh... if you'll forgive my bluntness."

McCooley snickers at this, though not out of spite or derision. "Steph, I... don't believe we've met before outside of official capacity." He places his duffel bag on the floor, and extends his right hand. A thin bandage wraps around his ring finger.

Steph matches McCooley's handshake with a firm grip and says, "I don't believe so. You might have to refresh my..." She trails off for a moment as her contact lenses seem to flare slightly. "Oh, yes, Mr. McCooley, is it? You had that draft on cyberweapons, yes? Long time no see!" She glances briefly at the duffel bag, but says nothing about it for the moment. "Is your country also a potential target of these space invaders?"

[Potted Plants United]

Recognition dawns gradually on Steph's face as the newly evolved diplomatic plant continues to speak. "Ah! Well met, your verdancy! I appreciate that very much. Gotta say, you are looking quite... sophisticated! I been outta the loop a while - how new is this set o' leaves?"

"I have had a working prototype of this bodyplan around for several months now, but this particular selfbody is only a couple of days old," the hivemind replied. "I have other, different bodyplans as well, but miss Rahlen's human civilization is not the only one that tends to have... unfavourable reactions to more insectoid forms, so I decided on something less recognizable instead. I still use speaker plants, too; they are very useful when making genetic analyses and creating seeds are necessary skills for the selfbody in question, but they do lack in the kind of mobility a bipedal form offers."

"Ah, a differing opinion! So you would contend-" Steph looks directly at the slightly unnerving, yet weirdly beautiful, "face" of the hivemind's ambulatory persona and continues, "-that my people are in negligible danger by reason of friendliness or simple irrelevance? These 'Eyravonn' tend not to just run roughshod over random civilizations but have a particular beef with the Imperium?"

"They very much have a particular steak to fry with the Imperium, considering how it murdered with biological weapons one of the original two Aeravahn species, and tried to do the same with conventional and nuclear weapons to the other, and had indeed believed them gone for the natural lifetime of a human. They obviously hadn't gone extinct, and upon return banded together with other survivors who all see the Imperium as a force of evil. I do not agree with either side of the war, but while emotions run high, they are unlikely to listen to reason. Miss Rehlan," it went on, turning to "face" the Military representative, "do you honestly believe that the Aeravahn stand a fair chance at wiping out the Imperial Fleets? Given the technological disadvantage they are fighting from, it seems unlikely. And does not Imperial Intelligence have spies among their enemies the way it has among their own side's forces?"

Steph takes her cigarette case from an inside pocket of her black coat and puts one between her lips. "That would obviously be a better situation..." She lights it, then returns the case and the lighter to her pockets. "...for us. If true."

"Had they not been foolish enough to attack Imperial civilians - which cannot help any future peace processes - right now, your civilization would likely be able to benefit directly from associating with them, miss Zakalwe, given how freely the Esiat, who are one of the species of the newly-formed Aeravahn, will share technological know-how that is lower tier than the Imperium, but higher tier than yours." To Jasot it added, "I know you likely need to make a report of everything I say about the Imperium, too. Would you prefer to have a print-out of it later to aid you in that?"

OOC: Tinfect knows where the hivemind's gotten its info from, and no, it's neither the Imperium nor the Aeravahn. At least directly.

[Greater Cesnica]

(halp I wanna get in on the RP)

OOC: Sorry, I missed your post - not ignoring you on purpose. Hang on.

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McCooley snickers at this, though not out of spite or derision. "Steph, I... don't believe we've met before outside of official capacity." He places his duffel bag on the floor, and extends his right hand. A thin bandage wraps around his ring finger.

Steph matches McCooley's handshake with a firm grip and says, "I don't believe so. You might have to refresh my..." She trails off for a moment as her contact lenses seem to flare slightly. "Oh, yes, Mr. McCooley, is it? You had that draft on cyberweapons, yes? Long time no see!" She glances briefly at the duffel bag, but says nothing about it for the moment. "Is your country also a potential target of these space invaders?"

(alright!)

He nods. "We've been working on kinetic weapons and orbital bombardment techniques in preparation for a potential invasion. Though... I don't wish to deceive you or myself. We're severely lacking in that department. Notwithstanding thermonuclear warheads, there is no effective defense at the moment. And seeing their interstellar escapades..." He shivers involuntarily. "I can't say we're too thrilled about the situation, ma'am."

[Tinfect]

"Cripes. I'll make a note of that. So they can just sort of... jump in anywhere they like, then...?"

"Anywhere we can," she said, promptly cut off by the Hivemind.

"Or don't shoot," the hivemind said, its newest avatar still speaking softly and calmly. "The Imperium has brought the war on itself by the multiple attempted and achieved genocides. The Aeravahn have no reason to shoot at anyone who is not trying to actively destroy them."

"Ah, a differing opinion! So you would contend-" Steph looks directly at the slightly unnerving, yet weirdly beautiful, "face" of the hivemind's ambulatory persona and continues, "-that my people are in negligible danger by reason of friendliness or simple irrelevance? These 'Eyravonn' tend not to just run roughshod over random civilizations but have a particular beef with the Imperium?"

Steph takes her cigarette case from an inside pocket of her black coat and puts one between her lips. "That would obviously be a better situation..." She lights it, then returns the case and the lighter to her pockets. "...for us. If true."

"They very much have a particular steak to fry with the Imperium, considering how it murdered with biological weapons one of the original two Aeravahn species, and tried to do the same with conventional and nuclear weapons to the other, and had indeed believed them gone for the natural lifetime of a human. They obviously hadn't gone extinct, and upon return banded together with other survivors who all see the Imperium as a force of evil. I do not agree with either side of the war, but while emotions run high, they are unlikely to listen to reason. Miss Rehlan," it went on, turning to "face" the Military representative, "do you honestly believe that the Aeravahn stand a fair chance at wiping out the Imperial Fleets? Given the technological disadvantage they are fighting from, it seems unlikely. And does not Imperial Intelligence have spies among their enemies the way it has among their own side's forces?"

"Okay, history lesson." She punctuated it with a quick drink from the bottle she'd ordered. "Way back when, nearly, I think two-hundred some odd years ago, now, the Aeravahn invaded us; they say we shot first, but those were colony ships, not warships, so fuck that. They were just two species then, the Velrahn, - spindly, bug-looking things, you could probably kill one with a good punch, - and the Serathi - Big fuckers. They made the Serathi do everything, and kept the war going for two hundred years, and so, when they finally ask for peace, we accept. Then they assassinated the Praetor and we killed them all. "

She paused to check a little tablet she pulled out of her coat. "Now, they're back, and they've organized the people in the Exterior Territories to restart the war. And, look, the fact that they're inside the barrier is reason enough to me to panic; they have a subspace drive, if there's one missing out there for them to grab, who knows how many got lost in the paperwork? Hell, last I heard, Intelligence was pulling out some new tactical computer or something, and now no one is picking up the comms; everything's locked down."

"Had they not been foolish enough to attack Imperial civilians - which cannot help any future peace processes - right now, your civilization would likely be able to benefit directly from associating with them, miss Zakalwe, given how freely the Esiat, who are one of the species of the newly-formed Aeravahn, will share technological know-how that is lower tier than the Imperium, but higher tier than yours." To Jasot it added, "I know you likely need to make a report of everything I say about the Imperium, too. Would you prefer to have a print-out of it later to aid you in that?"

"Yeah, actually, can you get it on a form two-nine-six-five? They're standardized." She hesitated a moment, then shook off the distraction. "And don't trust anything the Aeravahn gives you, it's always a pretext for annexation; get some nice tech, give them influence in your Government. Don't buy it."

[Greater Cesnica]

(Well, since Potted Plants told me that because our OOC views differ, they don't wanna acknowledge my character's existence, and a bunch of other reasons pertaining to perceived lack of knowledge, I might as well not partake in this roleplay. Bye I guess.)

[Xanthal]

(Well, since Potted Plants told me that because our OOC views differ, they don't wanna acknowledge my character's existence, and a bunch of other reasons pertaining to perceived lack of knowledge, I might as well not partake in this roleplay. Bye I guess.)

((Not to talk you into anything, but you're welcome to join Riley at the pool table if you were just after some Stranger's Bar RP and aren't picky about your partner.

[Potted Plants United]

She paused to check a little tablet she pulled out of her coat. "Now, they're back, and they've organized the people in the Exterior Territories to restart the war. And, look, the fact that they're inside the barrier is reason enough to me to panic; they have a subspace drive, if there's one missing out there for them to grab, who knows how many got lost in the paperwork? Hell, last I heard, Intelligence was pulling out some new tactical computer or something, and no one is picking up the comms; everything's locked down."

"Is there someone in particular that you are worried about?" the hivemind inquired.

To Jasot it added, "I know you likely need to make a report of everything I say about the Imperium, too. Would you prefer to have a print-out of it later to aid you in that?"

"Yeah, actually, can you get it on a form two-nine-six-five? They're standardized."

"In that case I will just provide you the information via an email. Your office is presumably still manned, or will be, even if you can't get people to pick up the proverbial phone back home."

(Well, since Potted Plants told me that because our OOC views differ, they don't wanna acknowledge my character's existence

OOC: Since you insist on making this public, that's not what I said. I said my character(s) doesn't want to play with yours because they've no idea who yours is, and that you and I disagree on a ton of stuff OOCly, so I'm not sure I can currently (S.A.D., physical pains and aches, stress and sleep deprivation being significant contributors here) keep that OOC dislike from affecting my IC actions.

and a bunch of other reasons pertaining to perceived lack of knowledge

None of which are unsurmountable, if not for the above issues. Read your TGs.

I might as well not partake in this roleplay. Bye I guess.)

Once more, limiting my own character(s) to only play with the characters they already know, is not the same as telling you to buzz off. Ragequitting because one player doesn't want to play with you in a freeform RP environment is... somewhat childish. I'm not the only one with characters in the Bar, loads of other characters are there right now as well.

EDIT:

((Not to talk you into anything, but you're welcome to join Riley at the pool table if you were just after some Stranger's Bar RP and aren't picky about your partner.

Thank you for being prompt proof.

[Kardashev III Civilization]

The machine, having exhausted its study of the Maowese and German officials, takes notice of the recently arrived humanoid plant. It adjusts itself and pushes along its wheels until it is within a few feet of the plant-thing. It begins photographing the plant and running passive scans of its anatomy. "Highly anomalous. Surveyors must be informed as soon as possible," it chimes in LaPointe's voice.

[Greater Cesnica]

(Well, since Potted Plants told me that because our OOC views differ, they don't wanna acknowledge my character's existence, and a bunch of other reasons pertaining to perceived lack of knowledge, I might as well not partake in this roleplay. Bye I guess.)

((Not to talk you into anything, but you're welcome to join Riley at the pool table if you were just after some Stranger's Bar RP and aren't picky about your partner.

(... You know what, why not.)

[Greater Cesnica]

McCooley witnesses the game of solo pool occurring nearby, and decided to make an entry. Walking over briskly with his duffel bag, he sees a system of cues attacked to the table to allow for quick playing- an ingenious method of solo play. Hello, there. Slick McCooley announces himself to the man.