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Wallenburg
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Founded: Jan 30, 2015
Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Wallenburg » Sat Jun 06, 2020 8:56 pm

American Pere Housh wrote: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.
American Pere Housh wrote: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."

"Are you sure you aren't tone deaf? His singing seemed entirely adequate to me. Nothing special, perhaps, but most of the gentlemen around here aren't hired for their rich baritones."

Trevanyika's eyebrow furrows. She shakes her head and flicks her hand dismissively. "Well, I suppose that's ultimately immaterial. After all, Mr. Philo has moved on to an instrumental piece. So, you're a military man? Very nice. Mr. Ogenbond is a major in the Republican Army. My father was a captain in the Olinton Revolutionary Army. Damned near any Wallenburgian worth mentioning has served at arms some time in their life. It's been a necessary component to our survival. With enemies on all sides, we owe it to ourselves to be ready for anything. I'm sure someone of your intellect and military expertise can appreciate that."
THERE IS NO WAR IN BA SING SE
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American Pere Housh
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby American Pere Housh » Sat Jun 06, 2020 9:15 pm

Wallenburg wrote:
American Pere Housh wrote: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.
American Pere Housh wrote: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."

"Are you sure you aren't tone deaf? His singing seemed entirely adequate to me. Nothing special, perhaps, but most of the gentlemen around here aren't hired for their rich baritones."

Trevanyika's eyebrow furrows. She shakes her head and flicks her hand dismissively. "Well, I suppose that's ultimately immaterial. After all, Mr. Philo has moved on to an instrumental piece. So, you're a military man? Very nice. Mr. Ogenbond is a major in the Republican Army. My father was a captain in the Olinton Revolutionary Army. Damned near any Wallenburgian worth mentioning has served at arms some time in their life. It's been a necessary component to our survival. With enemies on all sides, we owe it to ourselves to be ready for anything. I'm sure someone of your intellect and military expertise can appreciate that."

Jonathan nods his head in agreement, "Most definitely Madam Trevanyika, most adult Pere Houshians such as myself have served in our nation's military at one time or another. Our enemies inside and outside our region is one of the reasons for our large military. Remember 'If you want peace, prepare for war.'"
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WA Kitty Kops
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Founded: Oct 08, 2013
Father Knows Best State

Postby WA Kitty Kops » Mon Jun 08, 2020 11:08 pm

American Pere Housh wrote:"Remember 'If you want peace, prepare for war.'"

"You means, if you wants pieces, then you make for a big fight," a dark grey kitten said, padding along the counter to where the Wallenburgians and the rude idiot sat. The Head Inshpekshuuner didn't much care for piano music, but people shouting at piano music were even stupider in his experience. He directed his attention to Ogenbond and Helen. "You's the Wallyians, I knows those weird noses. I's the new Head Inshpekshuuner - the Chief Inshpekshuuner's gone, so I's the replacement. Hello. Buy a kitty a saucer of cream?"
The Head Inshpekshuuner looks like a dark grey kitten with yellow eyes and a small white patch on his chest, he's about 4-5 months old. He's much smarter than you could guess from the way he talks.
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American Pere Housh
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Founded: Jan 12, 2019
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby American Pere Housh » Mon Jun 08, 2020 11:46 pm

WA Kitty Kops wrote:
American Pere Housh wrote:"Remember 'If you want peace, prepare for war.'"

"You means, if you wants pieces, then you make for a big fight," a dark grey kitten said, padding along the counter to where the Wallenburgians and the rude idiot sat. The Head Inshpekshuuner didn't much care for piano music, but people shouting at piano music were even stupider in his experience. He directed his attention to Ogenbond and Helen. "You's the Wallyians, I knows those weird noses. I's the new Head Inshpekshuuner - the Chief Inshpekshuuner's gone, so I's the replacement. Hello. Buy a kitty a saucer of cream?"

Jonathan looks at the cat with a raised eyebrow, "Oh its you again. Sure I will buy you a saucer of cream." He turn to the bartender, "Bartender, one saucer of cream for the Head Inshpekshuuner please." The bartender puts the saucer of cream in front of the cat.
Michael Hsing, Independent, NS Parliament II

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#BlueLivesMatter
If you support the abolishment or defunding of our men and women in blue, shame on you.
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Ikheria
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Founded: Sep 28, 2019
Left-Leaning College State

Postby Ikheria » Tue Jun 23, 2020 6:32 pm

Ambassador Jan Paul open the bar's door and said:
"Hello Bartender, One bottle of Russian Vodka please!"
As he waiting, he seat at near Ambassador Helen. He open his backpack and get the laptop.
OOC:I seen this with Kamilistan

Federal Democratic Republic of Ikheria
A proud member of Europeia
Remember, Ikherian Language is Cyrillic script of Indonesian!

Current President: Sergey Lebankov
Current Parliament Speaker: Anatoly Eakandov (Federal Representative Council-Ikheria Social Democrat Party)|Antony Denasky (General Representative Council-Ikheria Nationalist Party)
Ikheria ambassador for WA: Jan Paul Diwenensky (Ikheria ambassador for Monsone)

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The Palentine
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Founded: May 18, 2005
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Palentine » Wed Jun 24, 2020 11:09 pm

Philo finishes his song and after a brief pause begins a non vocal rendition of Ain't that few Shame, by Fats Domino. However he abruptly stops after only a few bars. Sitting quitely he mutters to himself,

"Philo, old boy. You're a nearly 7 foot tall 400lb talking silverback gorilla. You're larger and stronger than most of these patrons. Screw the pencil necked, tin-eared music critics. Make Fats smile and do it right."

Philo flexed his fingers and started over with rollicking and gusto filled version...

You made me cry, when you said goodbye
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame

You broke my heart, when you said we're apart
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame...
"There aren't quite as many irredeemable folks as everyone thinks."
-The Dourian Embassy

"Yeah, but some (like Sen. Sulla) have to count for, like 20 or 30 all by themselves."
-Hack

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Wallenburg
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Founded: Jan 30, 2015
Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Wallenburg » Thu Jun 25, 2020 12:12 am

WA Kitty Kops wrote:
American Pere Housh wrote:"Remember 'If you want peace, prepare for war.'"

"You means, if you wants pieces, then you make for a big fight," a dark grey kitten said, padding along the counter to where the Wallenburgians and the rude idiot sat. The Head Inshpekshuuner didn't much care for piano music, but people shouting at piano music were even stupider in his experience. He directed his attention to Ogenbond and Helen. "You's the Wallyians, I knows those weird noses. I's the new Head Inshpekshuuner - the Chief Inshpekshuuner's gone, so I's the replacement. Hello. Buy a kitty a saucer of cream?"

Trevanyika hardly notices Ambassador Paul, instead focused on the new Inshpekshuuner. She returns to her seat by Ogenbond. One hand goes out to stroke the kitten's neck.

"Helen, don't demean the kid. It's apparently the new Head Inspector."

"Ynʃapekʃanih," she attempts to correct, struggling with the consonant structure. "Ynaʃp--ah, forget it. What happened to the old one?"

"It died, I believe. Damned shame. The Chief and Herby really made a great team."
THERE IS NO WAR IN BA SING SE
grestin went through the MKULTRA program and he has more of a free will than wallenburg does - Imperial Idaho
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Groot
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Founded: Aug 05, 2014
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Groot » Fri Jun 26, 2020 5:37 pm

The Palentine wrote:Philo finishes his song and after a brief pause begins a non vocal rendition of Ain't that few Shame, by Fats Domino. However he abruptly stops after only a few bars. Sitting quitely he mutters to himself,

"Philo, old boy. You're a nearly 7 foot tall 400lb talking silverback gorilla. You're larger and stronger than most of these patrons. Screw the pencil necked, tin-eared music critics. Make Fats smile and do it right."

Philo flexed his fingers and started over with rollicking and gusto filled version...

You made me cry, when you said goodbye
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame

You broke my heart, when you said we're apart
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame...

"I am Groot," says Groot as he snaps his twigs together in appreciation for the Palentinean's performance.
-- Ambassador Groot, Groot ambassador.

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Ikheria
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Founded: Sep 28, 2019
Left-Leaning College State

Postby Ikheria » Fri Jun 26, 2020 7:47 pm

The Palentine wrote:Philo finishes his song and after a brief pause begins a non vocal rendition of Ain't that few Shame, by Fats Domino. However he abruptly stops after only a few bars. Sitting quitely he mutters to himself,

"Philo, old boy. You're a nearly 7 foot tall 400lb talking silverback gorilla. You're larger and stronger than most of these patrons. Screw the pencil necked, tin-eared music critics. Make Fats smile and do it right."

Philo flexed his fingers and started over with rollicking and gusto filled version...

You made me cry, when you said goodbye
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame

You broke my heart, when you said we're apart
Ain't that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain't that a shame
You're the one to blame...


"Very good song!"
Meanwhile, He now see his document about some GA proposal, and he see Groot
"Hello Ambassador Groot!"

Federal Democratic Republic of Ikheria
A proud member of Europeia
Remember, Ikherian Language is Cyrillic script of Indonesian!

Current President: Sergey Lebankov
Current Parliament Speaker: Anatoly Eakandov (Federal Representative Council-Ikheria Social Democrat Party)|Antony Denasky (General Representative Council-Ikheria Nationalist Party)
Ikheria ambassador for WA: Jan Paul Diwenensky (Ikheria ambassador for Monsone)

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Omigodtheykilledkenny
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Founded: Mar 14, 2005
Capitalist Paradise

Postby Omigodtheykilledkenny » Fri Jun 26, 2020 10:12 pm

Suddenly a barrage of angry Aboriginal cursing issued from the kitchen, along with the flight of a spinning chef's knife, soaring in a trajectory toward the general vicinity of Philo's piano...before an abrupt, split-second *pop* could be heard (and felt) throughout the bar, and a single, pruned rose softly landed on the piano lid.

From behind the bar, Neville sighed, not looking up from the pint glass he was wiping down. "The chef needs soothing," he said dully. "His daughter's dating a violetist."

Violet chuckled. "Philo must be ordering in again. I can understand Dazza's frustration," she said. "His Ohio Valley-style pizza is award-winning...although instead of grated mozzarella he uses Easy Cheese, instead of pizza sauce he uses ketchup mixed with garlic powder, instead of dough he uses that cauliflower stuff, and instead of pepperoni he uses beef jerky -- but it's barely distinguishable from the real thing."

Setting down one pint glass and reaching for another, Neville could only gaze curiously at the pianist. "I'm still trying to figure out how a gorilla who is also a piano virtuoso makes sense." He turned back to Violet. "By the way, if Susannah and the gang show up with their band equipment tonight, put a stop to it. I've had it with her panhandling. Not to mention every set of hers ending with her assaulting an innocent bar patron with her bass."

"You try and welch your way out of your agreement with Capt. Chiang on your own time," Violet scolded him. "Leave me out of it."

"Fine," Neville resigned, "but make sure we get a cut of Susie's pickle-jar earnings. And as long as you're giving away Dazza's recipes for free, you may as well start charging for them. Our margins are paper-thin as it is."

"Paper thin? That sounds like an improvement. Last time you mentioned it we were practically bankrupt."

"We are!" Neville assured her as he reached under the counter for something; the way he was heaving, it must have been something heavy. Finally with a tremendous groan he hoisted it counter-level and let it drop on the waiting surface. "Literally as 'thin' as this stack and dozens more I have downstairs. And all of it going in the other direction; we are miles into the red."

"What is that, anyway?"

"This," Neville explained, patting the stack of spreadsheet printouts in front of him, "is Susa Batko-Yovino's bar tab from Fiscal Year 2012. Don't you understand, Vi; I had the date marked on my calendar. I had everything set up. I had made preparations literally years in advance. The date that Captain Chiang left for Frowning Street and finally settled her husband's bar tab. We were finally going to be back in black, for the first time in years, actually. I would finally be able to retire, to...you know, one of those tropic islands that has a military coup every other week? It was gonna be great. But then, when the fated day finally arrived, and I had the champagne bottles chilling, do you know what the new Pilferer in Chief did?"

"She skipped town without paying?"

"Not even a suggestive wink goodbye!" Neville groused. "I just don't understand it!" He pulled his rag away from his face and let out a sob.

Suddenly, Violet was at his side. "Well, what's gotten into you?" she asked with concern, feeling his forehead.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you not hear?" Neville asked tearfully. "Or are you just plain heartless? The Chief Inshpekshuuner's gone!"

"You're not coming down with Godmode Fever again, are you?"

"He never asked for much," Neville eulogized, having not heard Vi's well-meaning diagnosis at all. "Just a small saucer with warm cream every so often to help take the edge off. Now what are we going to do?!" His head was down on the countertop now, as he sobbed and pounded the shiny finish.

"Jimmy!" Violet called out. "Hurry to the bathroom and get some ibuprofen for Neville's fever. -- You know, Neville, if world leaders dying tears you apart this much, we should probably not switch the TV to KBC today."
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Kamilistan
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Founded: Apr 21, 2020
Ex-Nation

Postby Kamilistan » Sat Jun 27, 2020 5:34 am

An Kamilistani Ambasssador named Zen Kruikal opened the bar's door and entered the bar , he always wear his Grey Hoodie , Black Trousers and his Black Headphones most of the time , even Bakial Ngakali , President of Kamilistan had got used to this , he was mostly quiet and always stay on his ''Alone Space'' , he walked towards the bartender and asked the bartender.

''Hey uh.. Bartender , do you have any Elsoki ( Kamilistani Beer ) or Vodka?'' Asked Zen towards the Bartender with an Kamilistani accent

While waiting , he plug his headphones wire on his phone and started to listen to his favorite song from Kamilistan , escpecially his favorite one ''Saukele'' bu Atrur and VInesk.

''Here's your Vodka sir.'' Said the bartender as he handed over the vodka towards Zen.

''Thank you mate'' Thanked Zen.


Zen walked to an empthy table which is next to an window , he placed his vodka down and sat. He looked at his phone for some reports recently

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The Palentine
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Founded: May 18, 2005
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Palentine » Mon Jun 29, 2020 11:26 pm

Philo finished up the song and closed the piano lid over the keys. He empties the tip jar, and places a sign on the piano which read,

Column deadline approaching, taking break. Be back soon.

And with that, Mr. Simeon left the bar whistling a merry tune.
"There aren't quite as many irredeemable folks as everyone thinks."
-The Dourian Embassy

"Yeah, but some (like Sen. Sulla) have to count for, like 20 or 30 all by themselves."
-Hack

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The Palentine
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Founded: May 18, 2005
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Palentine » Fri Jul 03, 2020 3:09 pm

<some time has passed>

Philo Simeon has returned to the bar. He seem refreshed and wearing a dapper outfit resembling a piano player in a late 1890s bordello. He is carrying a large folder under his arm. He sets the folder atop the piano, then he sits down at the piano and uncovers the keys. He briefly turns around to order a drink from one of the barmaids. When she returns with his drink, the exchange some friendly banter and she even giggles at one of his jokes. He gives her a nice tip and she goes on her way. Philo takes a few sips from his drink, lights up a fresh cigar and turns around to the piano. He opens the folder and pulls out a piece of sheet music. He places the music on the piano, flexes his fingers, and starts playing an arrangement of The Stars and Stripes Forever.
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"There aren't quite as many irredeemable folks as everyone thinks."
-The Dourian Embassy

"Yeah, but some (like Sen. Sulla) have to count for, like 20 or 30 all by themselves."
-Hack

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The Palentine
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Founded: May 18, 2005
Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Palentine » Thu Jul 09, 2020 4:25 pm

After the song is finished, Philo takes a puff from his cigar and starts playing Katyusha on the piano.
"There aren't quite as many irredeemable folks as everyone thinks."
-The Dourian Embassy

"Yeah, but some (like Sen. Sulla) have to count for, like 20 or 30 all by themselves."
-Hack

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Graintfjall
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Posts: 42
Founded: Jun 30, 2020
Capitalist Paradise

Postby Graintfjall » Sat Jul 11, 2020 9:22 am

Júlía Maria Jónsdóttir entered the Bar, the credentials on the lanyard around her neck for the first time verifying her as belonging to an official Mission, rather than that of a mere observer state. She rested at the bar, awaiting service, and scanned the seating area for a moment. Eventually she placed an order for a Græntfjall Honey Ale – checking, with a subtle tap of her finger, the Bear repellant spray on her hip – and headed for an empty table.

The gray-haired woman set down her Ale and unpacked from her bag a chess set, which she began assembling. The figures were carved in the distinctive, if slightly anachronistic, style of Grænttafl pieces. As she methodically placed down the pieces, she hummed along under her breath to the music in the background.

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