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The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"

The Langburn Islands wrote:Ambassador Arias enters the Strangers' Bar.

What the hell have I stepped into?, she thought to herself as she stepped over a gritty, dark green puddle which she sure hoped wasn't what she thought it was.

The dark, musty gloom of the bar stretched out into the nether.

"Is there anyone here?"

Groot awakens with a start. "I am Groot," says Groot, as he raises an empty, cobweb-filled glass.

Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"

"Thank you Mr Ogenbond! I'd love a beer!" Arias smiled kindly towards Ambassador Ogenbond. My god, she thought to herself, I don't want to imagine what his office is like.

Groot wrote:

The Langburn Islands wrote:Ambassador Arias enters the Strangers' Bar.

What the hell have I stepped into?, she thought to herself as she stepped over a gritty, dark green puddle which she sure hoped wasn't what she thought it was.

The dark, musty gloom of the bar stretched out into the nether.

"Is there anyone here?"

Groot awakens with a start. "I am Groot," says Groot, as he raises an empty, cobweb-filled glass.

Arias looked towards Ambassador Arias. "Didn't mean to wake you Ambassador! Would you like a drink? And maybe a new glass?"

The Langburn Islands wrote:"Didn't mean to wake you Ambassador! Would you like a drink? And maybe a new glass?"

Groot nods. "I am Groot," he says to the bartender, sliding the empty glass towards him. Within moments, a new glass of root beer is placed in front of him. "I am Groot," says Groot, raising the glass in the direction of Ambassador Arias.

Rend walks in the bar, looking at everyone, before continuing down to the counter. He sits down. He then asks for a whiskey, and pulls out a few papers.

Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"

Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.

Greater Cesnica wrote:

Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"

Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.

"Who's there?" A sound comes from the couch. Coach-human. Who knows anymore? Thats what happens when someone sleeps on the coach for over a month, voting for proposals on their phone. Bridgette sits up. "How did I get over here?"

They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow. One by one, they collapse, tranquilized by the bullets. The mysterious shooter puts them in a bag and carries them away, for reasons for now only known to him.

Ogenbond calls over to Neville to get a glass of one of the more popular Wallenburgian red wines brought to the Langburnian ambassador. It would likely disappoint her, being so dilute compared to the alcohol of most other cultures.

Greater Cesnica wrote:

Wallenburg wrote:The dark, musty gloom stares back. Wait, no, it's just Mikael Ogenbond. He sits alone at his table, paperwork strewn across it in poor order. "I am here, stranger. Welcome to what remains. Shall I buy you a drink?"

Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.

"Budget cuts, what else? Or maybe the janitorial staff got locked in the third sub-basement again. I'll tell you this much: the smell when they finally recovered those people reminded me of my time in the army."

Esthe wrote:They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow.

"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

Wallenburg wrote:Ogenbond calls over to Neville to get a glass of one of the more popular Wallenburgian red wines brought to the Langburnian ambassador. It would likely disappoint her, being so dilute compared to the alcohol of most other cultures.

Greater Cesnica wrote:Ambassador McCooley surveys the eerily dim-lit Bar as he enters. He starts coughing, unaccustomed to the decrepit air within. Letting the fit pass, he walks towards an empty table, slinging his laptop bag with him. He sighs. "What in God's name happened here?" he inquires out loud, crinkling his nose at the state of dust-covered tabletop.

"Budget cuts, what else? Or maybe the janitorial staff got locked in the third sub-basement again. I'll tell you this much: the smell when they finally recovered those people reminded me of my time in the army."

McCooley grimaces. He retrieves a handkerchief in his back pocket and wipes the tabletop until it's clean enough to place his laptop on it. "Someone should probably check down there." he muses to himself. He places his laptop bag down, then turns to face Ambassador Ogenbond. "Actually, ah, you wouldn't happen to have a bottle of those red wines, would you? Need something to help wind down."

Silvedania wrote:"Who's there?" A sound comes from the couch. Coach-human. Who knows anymore? Thats what happens when someone sleeps on the coach for over a month, voting for proposals on their phone. Bridgette sits up. "How did I get over here?"

McCooley smiles, glancing in Bridgette's direction. "That is a good question, Ambassador."

Groot wrote:

Esthe wrote:They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow.

"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

Herby is struck on the front center of her hood (bonnet) by a rubber tipped dart.

Hey hey hey HEY watch where you’re pointing that thing, I just got detailed and oooh oooh OOOH hey look I’m a unicorn!

Groot wrote:

Esthe wrote:They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow.

"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

"But are you?" inquires Couch-Bridgette.

Silvedania wrote:

Groot wrote:"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

"But are you?" inquires Couch-Bridgette.

"Cut it out, of course he is."

Groot wrote:

Esthe wrote:They have no time to answer, as a shotgun clicks and hits them in the elbow.

"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

"I don't believe you," states Bell directly. He then pulls out a cigar and lights it, puffing away without follow-up.

Silvedania wrote:

Groot wrote:"I am Groot," says Groot as he is splashed by harmless droplets of water, thanks to the ACME^TM Weapons Transmogrifier.

"But are you?" inquires Couch-Bridgette.

Untecna wrote:"Cut it out, of course he is."

Separatist Peoples wrote:"I don't believe you," states Bell directly. He then pulls out a cigar and lights it, puffing away without follow-up.

"I am Groot," shrugs Groot in a carefree manner as he takes another chug of his root beer.

Greater Cesnica wrote:

Wallenburg wrote:Ogenbond calls over to Neville to get a glass of one of the more popular Wallenburgian red wines brought to the Langburnian ambassador. It would likely disappoint her, being so dilute compared to the alcohol of most other cultures.

"Budget cuts, what else? Or maybe the janitorial staff got locked in the third sub-basement again. I'll tell you this much: the smell when they finally recovered those people reminded me of my time in the army."

McCooley grimaces. He retrieves a handkerchief in his back pocket and wipes the tabletop until it's clean enough to place his laptop on it. "Someone should probably check down there." he muses to himself. He places his laptop bag down, then turns to face Ambassador Ogenbond. "Actually, ah, you wouldn't happen to have a bottle of those red wines, would you? Need something to help wind down."

"A bottle?" Ogenbond hesitates, then calls back to Neville for a bottle of Wallenburgian Hongstenstad. "Let's share it, why not? After all, in this space time is almost meaningless. That's why I do my paperwork here, if I'm smart I can get back to the office before sunset even if I've done days of work. Well, if I'm drunk enough, and if I remember that I'm supposed to be back in bed early."

Wallenburg wrote:

Greater Cesnica wrote:McCooley grimaces. He retrieves a handkerchief in his back pocket and wipes the tabletop until it's clean enough to place his laptop on it. "Someone should probably check down there." he muses to himself. He places his laptop bag down, then turns to face Ambassador Ogenbond. "Actually, ah, you wouldn't happen to have a bottle of those red wines, would you? Need something to help wind down."

"A bottle?" Ogenbond hesitates, then calls back to Neville for a bottle of Wallenburgian Hongstenstad. "Let's share it, why not? After all, in this space time is almost meaningless. That's why I do my paperwork here, if I'm smart I can get back to the office before sunset even if I've done days of work. Well, if I'm drunk enough, and if I remember that I'm supposed to be back in bed early."

"Thank you, my friend." McCooley replies, leaving the table to join Ogenbond at his table. Taking a seat adjacent to his counterpart, he positions himself so his laptop bag is visible within his focal vision.

After a couple of weeks absence, where he was busy filling in for Sen Sulla, and acting as the City Editor for the newspaper he worked for(while the Editor was on vacation), Mr.Simeon re-enters the bar. Looking around he sees the crowd is somewhat dead, so he decides to do something about it. Philo orders a Sunset Saspirilla and walks over to the piano. He thanks the waitress when she brings his drink, and after taking a sip he sits down. Placing his drink on top of the piano, he does a few rudimentary scales to flex his fingers and warm up. When he is satisfied that he is ready he turns his head to the bar patrons and says,

"Heres one of my favorite classics from Billy Joel. Forgive me for making it fit to the Festering Snakepit. I hope you enjoy it."

"It's nine o'clock on a saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's Dicey Reilly sittin' next to me
Makin' love to her tonic and gin
She says: "Son can you play me a memory?"
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger girl's clothes

La-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now Jimmy at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says Philo I believe this is killing me
As a smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

And Violet is practicing politics
As the ambassadors slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone...

Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And Neville gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin' here?

Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright"

Oooh. Nice song. Yo Neville, a bottle o’ dry gas please. Yeah, you know who to charge it to. Oh and ehhhh add on a few greenbacks. Half for you an’ half for the dude at the pie-anno. His bread jar is lookin’ way too empty.

The Palentine wrote:After a couple of weeks absence, where he was busy filling in for Sen Sulla, and acting as the City Editor for the newspaper he worked for(while the Editor was on vacation), Mr.Simeon re-enters the bar. Looking around he sees the crowd is somewhat dead, so he decides to do something about it. Philo orders a Sunset Saspirilla and walks over to the piano. He thanks the waitress when she brings his drink, and after taking a sip he sits down. Placing his drink on top of the piano, he does a few rudimentary scales to flex his fingers and warm up. When he is satisfied that he is ready he turns his head to the bar patrons and says,

"Heres one of my favorite classics from Billy Joel. Forgive me for making it fit to the Festering Snakepit. I hope you enjoy it."

"It's nine o'clock on a saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's Dicey Reilly sittin' next to me
Makin' love to her tonic and gin
She says: "Son can you play me a memory?"
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger girl's clothes

La-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now Jimmy at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says Philo I believe this is killing me
As a smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

And Violet is practicing politics
As the ambassadors slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone...

Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And Neville gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say man what are you doin' here?

Oh, la-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us the song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright"

The Untecnan ambassador walks in with a large bag on his back. He approaches the bar.
"Neville, I'll have my usual. Philo, you mind helping a bit?"
He pulls out a guitar and begins playing an acoustic version of "Dream On."
"Every time when I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone

And it went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way?
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books, written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true, oh
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for a year
Sing for the laughter, and sing the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear
Sing it with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream until the dream come true

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream until your dream come true

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on, ah

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear
Sing it with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away"

Philo accompanies the Ambassador from his piano, and when the song is done, he says,

"Well as long as we're doing accoustic. I might as well try out an arrangenment of a song by Slade I've been working on. So please follow along on your guitar."

Philo give the Ambassador the key to start out on. Then the gorilla starts playing and singing a slightly "loungey" version of the song...

"So you think I got an evil mind, well I'll tell you honey,
And I don't know why...
And I don't know why...
So you think my singing's out of time, well it makes me money
And I don't know why...
And I don't know why...
Anymore
Oh no

So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
We get wild, wild, wild,
So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
At your door

So you say I got a funny face, I ain't got no worries
And I don't know why...
And I don't know why...
Say I'm a scruff bag well it's no disgrace, I ain't in no hurry
And I don't know why...
I just don't know why...
Anymore
Oh no

So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
We get wild, wild, wild,
So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
At your door

So you think we have a lazy time, well you should know better
And I don't know why...
I just don't know why...
And you say I got a dirty mind, well I'm a mean go getter
And I don't know why...
And I don't know why...
Anymore
Oh no

So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
We get wild, wild, wild,
So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
At your door."

As Groot once again snoozes at the bar, there is a buzz in his head. Not the figurative buzz that signals he's had one too many root beers, but an audible, muffled buzz. Groot opens one eye, reaches into the short, dense thicket that comprises his hair, and removes his cell phone. He groggily taps the screen and answers: "I am Groot." He listens for a second or two, then snaps to attention. "I am Groot!" he exclaims. He nods at the voice on the other end of the call and, after a minute or two, he responds, "I am Groot!" Groot presses the screen to hang up, looks around for the bartender and motions that he has to leave. As he ambles through the doorway, he breathes on a hand-like twig, smells it, and recoils, and hopes that devoting about three minutes to his personal hygiene will be enough.

Vanny slips on a pair of headphones and plugs them into her smartphone. She finds her favorite playlist she had made on Spotify which started with Dance to Forget by Tryhardninja. She singing in a soft but beautiful voice,
"It seems like a lifetime ago
That I saw the gold sunshine glow
No it doesn't reach down below

Shadows become the light
Here where the monsters hide

Normal is just a dream
For all the ghosts like me

I hate my metal bones
My bones and gears creak in my chest
My chest forever cold
A cold and maddening descent
Descending down so far
Fall farther 'til there's nothing left
I'm left here in the dark
The dark
I dance to forget

It seems like a lifetime ago
That I saw the gold sunshine glow
No it doesn't reach down below

Shadows become the light
Here where the monsters hide

Normal is just a dream
For all the ghosts like me

I hate my metal bones
My bones and gears creak in my chest
My chest forever cold
A cold and maddening descent
Descending down so far
Fall farther 'til there's nothing left
I'm left here in the dark
The dark
I dance to forget
I dance to forget

Come now dance with me
As the song plays
Down down dance with me
Stuck on replay

Come now dance with me
As the song plays
Down down dance with me
Stuck on replay

I hate my metal bones
My bones and gears creak in my chest
My chest forever cold
A cold and maddening descent
Descending down so far
Fall farther 'til there's nothing left
I'm left here in the dark
The dark
I dance to forget
I dance I dance I dance
I dance to forget
I dance I dance
I dance to forget
I dance
I dance to forget
I dance
I dance to forget."