The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[The Palentine]

OOC: Only a dozen slices? For someone as massive as Philo, that's a light hors d'oeuvre.

OOC: I didn't want to offend Dazza, the Bar's Chef by ordering more. I figured I might already have violated one of the Barlord Conventions. I don't need a cleaver or chef's knife come whizzing out of the kitchen to imbed itself in the piano.

[Grays Harbor]

“Didn’t your Doctor tell you to stop mixing anchovies and mushrooms on your pizza?”

Leo snorts in derision. "Of course he did. But life is too gods-damned short and miserable to extend it a few years by making it even worse. I shall mix anchovies, mushrooms, and garlic on my pizza and you can pry it from my cold, dead, greasy hands, sir. And to hell with my breath."

He glances toward the nearest bar staff member and raises a finger. "In point of fact, let me make a kitchen order now, please..."

Nay, thou mistaketh me, ambassador. I sayest that thou shouldst not this combination eat, for it is satisfying and tasty. No, I sayeth the dreams caused by such can be on the unusual side. If such a tradeoff is for thee, then thou shoudst verily partake!

damnio hi! beth sy'n bwysig gyda'r peiriant hwn!

Hmmm. Something appears to be amiss with my translator.

[Groot]

Something appears to be amiss with my translator.

"I am Groot," says Groot, rolling his eyes.

[The Palentine]

After eating a couple of slices of pizza, Philo takes out a new cigar from a pocket and lights it up. After a few satisfactory puffs, he turns back to the piano and begins playing Fur Elise.

[Stellonia]

"May I have two Vodka Red Bulls?"

[The Palentine]

"May I have two Vodka Red Bulls?"

The good but unwholesome Senator Sulla heard the request from the newcommer. He drunkenly giggled and said with a slurred voice,

"I don't know, caaaan yoush? Joooosht kidding."

Looking over at the Bar, and the barkeep Jimmy, the drunken reprobate said slurringly,

"Jimmy, my boy. Tooosh Vodka Red Bulllsh....ummm....toosh Vodka Red Bulls forst the new guy. Joooosht put them on hissssht tab."

Senator Sulla gave the newcomer an unwholesome, drunken smile, then promptly went face first into the table. Light snores soon came from the dear fellow

[The Imperial State]

Ambassador Dowecheatemnhow walks in with the Imperial State's WA delegation. After ordering a pitcher of beer, the Ambassador grabs the TV remote and turns it to Imperial State TV4. Two smiling middle aged men are sitting behind a desk in a ESPN-esque studio. One of them, a tan gentleman with salt and pepper hair and wearing a navy blue suit with a yellow tie and the government mandated flag pin begins to speak

"Good evening my fellow Imperial Americans! It's currently 6pm Washington Standard Time. I'm your host, William MacDonald, and this is The Sports Hour! Tonight's top story, the Ballmore Bombardiers crushed the Globo City Troopers in this week's special Rebellion Edition BombBall match! Take a look at the highlights!

*The TV cuts to 6 sleek jet fighters unloading thousands of pounds of ordinance on a rebellious city. After every explosion, points are added to the team's overall score depending on what was hit.*

The Ambassador cheers. "Alright you sons of bitches, pay up! I told you Ballmore would pull it off!" Grumbling, the delegates pull out cash and hand it over to the cackling ambassador.

The montage of gameified state violence comes to an end, and the focus comes back to the studio. The still smiling host says "Coming up, your new co-host Jimmy Park will discuss last night's episode of Who Wants to Kill a Traitor! But first, a word from our sponsors and government. God bless the Emperor, may death come swiftly to his enemies!

[The Palentine]

Philo takes a puff from his cigar turns his head to the patrons and says,

"Here's a little number for you all."

He begins playing an old Noel Coward song while singing.

"I don't care for China,
Japan's far too small,
I've rumbled the Rio Grande,
I hate Asia Minor,
I can't bear Bengal
And I shudder to think
Of the awful stink
On the road to Samarkand....
Its frankly hell, that awful smell
On the road to Samarkand,
But...

I like America,
I have played around
Every slappy-happy hunting ground
But I find America-okay.
I've been about a bit
But I must admit
That I didn't know the half of it
Till I hit the U.S.A.

No likely lass
In Boston, Mass.
From passion will recoil.
In Dallas, Tex.
They talk of sex
But only think of oil.
New Jersey dames
Go up in flames
If someone mentions-bed.
In Chicago, Illinois
Any girl who meets a boy
Giggles and shoots him dead!

But I like America
Its Society
Offers infinite variety
And come what may
I shall return some day
To the good old U.S.A..... "

[American Pere Housh]

Philo takes a puff from his cigar turns his head to the patrons and says,

"Here's a little number for you all."

He begins playing an old Noel Coward song while singing.

"I don't care for China,
Japan's far too small,
I've rumbled the Rio Grande,
I hate Asia Minor,
I can't bear Bengal
And I shudder to think
Of the awful stink
On the road to Samarkand....
Its frankly hell, that awful smell
On the road to Samarkand,
But...

I like America,
I have played around
Every slappy-happy hunting ground
But I find America-okay.
I've been about a bit
But I must admit
That I didn't know the half of it
Till I hit the U.S.A.

No likely lass
In Boston, Mass.
From passion will recoil.
In Dallas, Tex.
They talk of sex
But only think of oil.
New Jersey dames
Go up in flames
If someone mentions-bed.
In Chicago, Illinois
Any girl who meets a boy
Giggles and shoots him dead!

But I like America
Its Society
Offers infinite variety
And come what may
I shall return some day
To the good old U.S.A..... "

Dr. Jonathan Delacroix walks into the bar to hear someone singing out of tune before yelling, "Shut the f*** up!" He walks to the bar and ask the bartender, "One beer please."

[American Pere Housh]

Ambassador Dowecheatemnhow walks in with the Imperial State's WA delegation. After ordering a pitcher of beer, the Ambassador grabs the TV remote and turns it to Imperial State TV4. Two smiling middle aged men are sitting behind a desk in a ESPN-esque studio. One of them, a tan gentleman with salt and pepper hair and wearing a navy blue suit with a yellow tie and the government mandated flag pin begins to speak

"Good evening my fellow Imperial Americans! It's currently 6pm Washington Standard Time. I'm your host, William MacDonald, and this is The Sports Hour! Tonight's top story, the Ballmore Bombardiers crushed the Globo City Troopers in this week's special Rebellion Edition BombBall match! Take a look at the highlights!

*The TV cuts to 6 sleek jet fighters unloading thousands of pounds of ordinance on a rebellious city. After every explosion, points are added to the team's overall score depending on what was hit.*

The Ambassador cheers. "Alright you sons of bitches, pay up! I told you Ballmore would pull it off!" Grumbling, the delegates pull out cash and hand it over to the cackling ambassador.

The montage of gameified state violence comes to an end, and the focus comes back to the studio. The still smiling host says "Coming up, your new co-host Jimmy Park will discuss last night's episode of Who Wants to Kill a Traitor! But first, a word from our sponsors and government. God bless the Emperor, may death come swiftly to his enemies!

Ambassador Delacroix looks at his fellow ambassador with a shocked look on his face,"Mr. Ambassador what the fuck is this?"

[The Palentine]

At the piano Philo gives the oafish ambassador a look and mutters,

"Everyone's a critic these days."

Sighing, Mr. Simeon begins to play Beethovan's Moonlight Sonata. Strangely to the bar patrons it seemed as if the bust of Beethovan on top of the Piano was nodding in time. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or a perception brought on by too much alcoholic intake by the patrons.

The Imperial State wrote:
Ambassador Dowecheatemnhow walks in with the Imperial State's WA delegation. After ordering a pitcher of beer, the Ambassador grabs the TV remote and turns it to Imperial State TV4. Two smiling middle aged men are sitting behind a desk in a ESPN-esque studio. One of them, a tan gentleman with salt and pepper hair and wearing a navy blue suit with a yellow tie and the government mandated flag pin begins to speak

"Good evening my fellow Imperial Americans! It's currently 6pm Washington Standard Time. I'm your host, William MacDonald, and this is The Sports Hour! Tonight's top story, the Ballmore Bombardiers crushed the Globo City Troopers in this week's special Rebellion Edition BombBall match! Take a look at the highlights!

*The TV cuts to 6 sleek jet fighters unloading thousands of pounds of ordinance on a rebellious city. After every explosion, points are added to the team's overall score depending on what was hit.*

The Ambassador cheers. "Alright you sons of bitches, pay up! I told you Ballmore would pull it off!" Grumbling, the delegates pull out cash and hand it over to the cackling ambassador.

The montage of gameified state violence comes to an end, and the focus comes back to the studio. The still smiling host says "Coming up, your new co-host Jimmy Park will discuss last night's episode of Who Wants to Kill a Traitor! But first, a word from our sponsors and government. God bless the Emperor, may death come swiftly to his enemies!

Ambassador Delacroix looks at his fellow ambassador with a shocked look on his face,"Mr. Ambassador what the fuck is this?"

Meanwhile, the good but unwholesome Senator Sulla was awakened from his drunken dozing by the loud and rude comments from some oaf who wandered into the bar. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and saw the TV channel, the Ambassador and staff from The Imperial State's Delegation, and some shocked oaf. The good but unwholesome Senator drained the last of his Wild Turkey from his glass and responded,

" Are you dense as well as obnoxious? The TV report already told you it was Bombball, its an apparently popular sport in those fellow's home country. Now if you would please try to quiet down, I'm trying to sleep off a real bender! "And

The good but unwholesome senator then lays his head back down onto his folded arms and promptly starts to doze off again.

[American Pere Housh]

At the piano Philo gives the oafish ambassador a look and mutters,

"Everyone's a critic these days."

Sighing, Mr. Simeon begins to play Beethovan's Moonlight Sonata. Strangely to the bar patrons it seemed as if the bust of Beethovan on top of the Piano was nodding in time. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or a perception brought on by too much alcoholic intake by the patrons.

The Imperial State wrote:
Ambassador Dowecheatemnhow walks in with the Imperial State's WA delegation. After ordering a pitcher of beer, the Ambassador grabs the TV remote and turns it to Imperial State TV4. Two smiling middle aged men are sitting behind a desk in a ESPN-esque studio. One of them, a tan gentleman with salt and pepper hair and wearing a navy blue suit with a yellow tie and the government mandated flag pin begins to speak

"Good evening my fellow Imperial Americans! It's currently 6pm Washington Standard Time. I'm your host, William MacDonald, and this is The Sports Hour! Tonight's top story, the Ballmore Bombardiers crushed the Globo City Troopers in this week's special Rebellion Edition BombBall match! Take a look at the highlights!

*The TV cuts to 6 sleek jet fighters unloading thousands of pounds of ordinance on a rebellious city. After every explosion, points are added to the team's overall score depending on what was hit.*

The Ambassador cheers. "Alright you sons of bitches, pay up! I told you Ballmore would pull it off!" Grumbling, the delegates pull out cash and hand it over to the cackling ambassador.

The montage of gameified state violence comes to an end, and the focus comes back to the studio. The still smiling host says "Coming up, your new co-host Jimmy Park will discuss last night's episode of Who Wants to Kill a Traitor! But first, a word from our sponsors and government. God bless the Emperor, may death come swiftly to his enemies!

Ambassador Delacroix looks at his fellow ambassador with a shocked look on his face,"Mr. Ambassador what the fuck is this?"

Meanwhile, the good but unwholesome Senator Sulla was awakened from his drunken dozing by the loud and rude comments from some oaf who wandered into the bar. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and saw the TV channel, the Ambassador and staff from The Imperial State's Delegation, and some shocked oaf. The good but unwholesome Senator drained the last of his Wild Turkey from his glass and responded,

" Are you dense as well as obnoxious? The TV report already told you it was Bombball, its an apparently popular sport in those fellow's home country. Now if you would please try to quiet down, I'm trying to sleep off a real bender! "And

The good but unwholesome senator then lays his head back down onto his folded arms and promptly starts to doze off again.

Jonathan shook his head,"Its looks like a sport that should be banned and I come from a military dictatorship." He change the channel to APH's Channel 10 which show animes of all kinds. The anime on right now is Fate/Stay Night.

[Separatist Peoples]

Philo takes a puff from his cigar turns his head to the patrons and says,

"Here's a little number for you all."

He begins playing an old Noel Coward song while singing.

"I don't care for China,
Japan's far too small,
I've rumbled the Rio Grande,
I hate Asia Minor,
I can't bear Bengal
And I shudder to think
Of the awful stink
On the road to Samarkand....
Its frankly hell, that awful smell
On the road to Samarkand,
But...

I like America,
I have played around
Every slappy-happy hunting ground
But I find America-okay.
I've been about a bit
But I must admit
That I didn't know the half of it
Till I hit the U.S.A.

No likely lass
In Boston, Mass.
From passion will recoil.
In Dallas, Tex.
They talk of sex
But only think of oil.
New Jersey dames
Go up in flames
If someone mentions-bed.
In Chicago, Illinois
Any girl who meets a boy
Giggles and shoots him dead!

But I like America
Its Society
Offers infinite variety
And come what may
I shall return some day
To the good old U.S.A..... "

Dr. Jonathan Delacroix walks into the bar to hear someone singing out of tune before yelling, "Shut the f*** up!" He walks to the bar and ask the bartender, "One beer please."

"Neville, I'll cover that bar tab if the good ambassador promises to observe basic manners for the duration of his stay."

[American Pere Housh]

Dr. Jonathan Delacroix walks into the bar to hear someone singing out of tune before yelling, "Shut the f*** up!" He walks to the bar and ask the bartender, "One beer please."

"Neville, I'll cover that bar tab if the good ambassador promises to observe basic manners for the duration of his stay."

He turns to his fellow ambassador with a raised eyebrow, "I apologize for my snarky attitude but I can't stand bad singing. It's one of my pet peeves."

[Separatist Peoples]

"Neville, I'll cover that bar tab if the good ambassador promises to observe basic manners for the duration of his stay."

He turns to his fellow ambassador with a raised eyebrow, "I apologize for my snarky attitude but I can't stand bad singing. It's one of my pet peeves."

"Snarky, ambassador, Is a sarcastic comment or left handed complement. What you did was shout an imperious obscenity. If you do not care for the ambiance, you are welcome to leave. One ought not order one's diplomatic peers," Bell stressed the rank, "about as though they were your inferiors. You are a diplomat, sir. Kindly act the part."

[The Palentine]

After he finished the song, Philo paused to flag down a passing waitress to order a Coca Cola. He sat calmly puffing on his Fine Yeldan Cigar(tm), until his drink arrived. He took a few drinks before setting the glass on top of the piano. He then started playing The Entertainer, by Scott Joplin.

[Wallenburg]

Ogenbond phases into existence, as if his orders to join the First Navy Rifle Regiment at Hong Kong had never existed. A notebook in hand, he joins Trevanyika at the bar.

"Some curious music they are playing here?" asks Trevanyika, moving her crutch so the Wallenburgian representative can take a seat. "It's nothing like the tunes we get over the office radio."

Ogenbond orders a drink. "No, but I quite like it. It reminds me of Castilian folk music. Hey, does Ambassador Bell have a problem with that man?"

"Him? No, not like that. That's a newcomer who must have failed his way into the diplomatic service. Absolutely no manners."

"Because you would know so much about etiquette and manners," teases Ogenbond. He raises his drink in a salute to Trevanyika.

"Haha! Fuck you, Mikael."

[American Pere Housh]

Ogenbond phases into existence, as if his orders to join the First Navy Rifle Regiment at Hong Kong had never existed. A notebook in hand, he joins Trevanyika at the bar.

"Some curious music they are playing here?" asks Trevanyika, moving her crutch so the Wallenburgian representative can take a seat. "It's nothing like the tunes we get over the office radio."

Ogenbond orders a drink. "No, but I quite like it. It reminds me of Castilian folk music. Hey, does Ambassador Bell have a problem with that man?"

"Him? No, not like that. That's a newcomer who must have failed his way into the diplomatic service. Absolutely no manners."

"Because you would know so much about etiquette and manners," teases Ogenbond. He raises his drink in a salute to Trevanyika.

"Haha! Fuck you, Mikael."

Jonathan looked at the two sitting next to him with annoyed look on his face, "You do know I can hear two talking negatively about me. If you wish to start something then at least say it to my face."

[Massachuesetts Bay Colony]

Greetings:

Drinks are on me tonight! Drink up!

[The Palentine]

The good but unwholesome Senator Sulla awakens from his whiskey induced slumber at the magical Words, "The Drinks are on me!" ( OOC: )

He perks up and stops a passing waitress to order a couple of Boilermakers, with Wild Turkey 101 as the shot. When his drinks arrive at his table, the good but unwhoseome reprobate drops one of the shots into beer, smiles at the Ambassador from Massachuesetts Bay Colony, raises his glasz and says,

"Cheers, old bean!"

Then he procedes to shotgun the drink until it was empty. He places the empty glass on the table, gives a satisfied belch and says,

"Pardon me."

[Parthagonia]

New diplomat for Parthagonia strolls in through the door, looking around for a seat. finding one at a nearby booth next to the window he sits down. A veteran prosecutor before his current occupation, he reminisces of the old days as he gets a pint and and swills

[Wallenburg]

Ogenbond phases into existence, as if his orders to join the First Navy Rifle Regiment at Hong Kong had never existed. A notebook in hand, he joins Trevanyika at the bar.

"Some curious music they are playing here?" asks Trevanyika, moving her crutch so the Wallenburgian representative can take a seat. "It's nothing like the tunes we get over the office radio."

Ogenbond orders a drink. "No, but I quite like it. It reminds me of Castilian folk music. Hey, does Ambassador Bell have a problem with that man?"

"Him? No, not like that. That's a newcomer who must have failed his way into the diplomatic service. Absolutely no manners."

"Because you would know so much about etiquette and manners," teases Ogenbond. He raises his drink in a salute to Trevanyika.

"Haha! Fuck you, Mikael."

Jonathan looked at the two sitting next to him with annoyed look on his face, "You do know I can hear two talking negatively about me. If you wish to start something then at least say it to my face."

Trevanyika turns her head down the several empty barstools between her and Delacroix. She snaps back to Ogenbond. "He heard that? Good ears, that man. Help me up, would you?"

Ogenbond retrieves her crutch. She stands up, eyes trained on Delacroix. Each step forward comes unevenly, but she shows no discomfort.

"Although redundant, I will entertain your request. I said that you have such poor manners that you must have failed your way up the diplomatic staircase. Don't worry though, I've dealt with more problematic ambassadors than you. One tried to kidnap me, and was never seen again. Another got in my way too many times, and allegedly died from massive internal bleeding. Since I'm not in top shape, and I'm in a good mood, I'll be sure to go easy on you if it ever comes to that."

Ogenbond stares at the back of her head in a cross between amusement and horror. His eyes dart down to her hip, double checking that she isn't wearing her sabre. Trevanyika extends her hand palm down for a handshake, smiling wryly.

"My name is Helen Trevanyika. I work with Wallenburg's Joint Committee on External Affairs. I fill in for our representative over there when he isn't available."

[American Pere Housh]

Jonathan looked at the two sitting next to him with annoyed look on his face, "You do know I can hear two talking negatively about me. If you wish to start something then at least say it to my face."

Trevanyika turns her head down the several empty barstools between her and Delacroix. She snaps back to Ogenbond. "He heard that? Good ears, that man. Help me up, would you?"

Ogenbond retrieves her crutch. She stands up, eyes trained on Delacroix. Each step forward comes unevenly, but she shows no discomfort.

"Although redundant, I will entertain your request. I said that you have such poor manners that you must have failed your way up the diplomatic staircase. Don't worry though, I've dealt with more problematic ambassadors than you. One tried to kidnap me, and was never seen again. Another got in my way too many times, and allegedly died from massive internal bleeding. Since I'm not in top shape, and I'm in a good mood, I'll be sure to go easy on you if it ever comes to that."

Ogenbond stares at the back of her head in a cross between amusement and horror. His eyes dart down to her hip, double checking that she isn't wearing her sabre. Trevanyika extends her hand palm down for a handshake, smiling wryly.

"My name is Helen Trevanyika. I work with Wallenburg's Joint Committee on External Affairs. I fill in for our representative over there when he isn't available."

Jonathan sips his Heinaken beer and shakes her hand before speaking, "I'm Dr. Jonathan Delacroix. Well Madam Trevanyika, Before I became Ambassador to my nation and earned my doctorates in International Relations and Nuclear Physics, I was an officer, particularly a colonel in the UNSC Special Forces. I still do my training to keep myself in shape so never underestimate your opponent but I digress. I don't seek to fight you just pointing it out that talking behind someone's back is rude. I was annoyed at the idiot at the piano for his bad singing is why I cursed at him. So tell me what is your nation like?" He takes a swig of his beer.

[Separatist Peoples]

Trevanyika turns her head down the several empty barstools between her and Delacroix. She snaps back to Ogenbond. "He heard that? Good ears, that man. Help me up, would you?"

Ogenbond retrieves her crutch. She stands up, eyes trained on Delacroix. Each step forward comes unevenly, but she shows no discomfort.

"Although redundant, I will entertain your request. I said that you have such poor manners that you must have failed your way up the diplomatic staircase. Don't worry though, I've dealt with more problematic ambassadors than you. One tried to kidnap me, and was never seen again. Another got in my way too many times, and allegedly died from massive internal bleeding. Since I'm not in top shape, and I'm in a good mood, I'll be sure to go easy on you if it ever comes to that."

Ogenbond stares at the back of her head in a cross between amusement and horror. His eyes dart down to her hip, double checking that she isn't wearing her sabre. Trevanyika extends her hand palm down for a handshake, smiling wryly.

"My name is Helen Trevanyika. I work with Wallenburg's Joint Committee on External Affairs. I fill in for our representative over there when he isn't available."

Jonathan sips his Heinaken beer and shakes her hand before speaking, "I'm Dr. Jonathan Delacroix. Well Madam Trevanyika, Before I became Ambassador to my nation and earned my doctorates in International Relations and Nuclear Physics, I was an officer, particularly a colonel in the UNSC Special Forces. I still do my training to keep myself in shape so never underestimate your opponent but I digress. I don't seek to fight you just pointing it out that talking behind someone's back is rude. I was annoyed at the idiot at the piano for his bad singing is why I cursed at him. So tell me what is your nation like?" He takes a swig of his beer.

Bell, who truly had been trying to ignore the rude ambassador, leaned back over from his bar stool. "Hey, Mac, that idiot at the piano has at least a decade of World Assembly experience on you. Have a care before dishing on Bar Royalty."

[American Pere Housh]

Jonathan sips his Heinaken beer and shakes her hand before speaking, "I'm Dr. Jonathan Delacroix. Well Madam Trevanyika, Before I became Ambassador to my nation and earned my doctorates in International Relations and Nuclear Physics, I was an officer, particularly a colonel in the UNSC Special Forces. I still do my training to keep myself in shape so never underestimate your opponent but I digress. I don't seek to fight you just pointing it out that talking behind someone's back is rude. I was annoyed at the idiot at the piano for his bad singing is why I cursed at him. So tell me what is your nation like?" He takes a swig of his beer.

Bell, who truly had been trying to ignore the rude ambassador, leaned back over from his bar stool. "Hey, Mac, that idiot at the piano has at least a decade of World Assembly experience on you. Have a care before dishing on Bar Royalty."

Jonathan looked at the ambassador who interupted his and Helen's conversation, "I never doubted the man's diplomatic abilities in the WA. Yes, I was rude in what I said and I apologize but that off key singing got on my nerves." Jonathan turned to the bar, "Ladies and gentlemen, drinks are on me as an apology for my apparent rude to the gentleman playing the piano."