The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Hulldom]

“Well, Mr. Bell, that’s not exactly a surprise. What’s surprising is the surfeit of people who can seem to handle alcohol in the World Assembly.”

"Ambassador Bell. I work hard to abuse this position, dammit.I won't have that work undone by overfamiliarity."

“As you wish, your excellency.”

[Jedinsto]

He sighs. "How about some punch?"

Trevanyika punches DuBois in the gut.

DuBois recoils from the hit.
"Ow." He then swings back, how he got into this situation.

[Wallenburg]

Trevanyika punches DuBois in the gut.

DuBois recoils from the hit.
"Ow." He then swings back, how he got into this situation.

Helen had expected the man to fall down immediately, but through his pain he managed to counter with a swing to the side of her head. Helen staggers and crashes into the nearest table. Her thoughts drifting freely in her head, she smiles. "That was pretty good."

[Trellania]

DuBois recoils from the hit.
"Ow." He then swings back, how he got into this situation.

Helen had expected the man to fall down immediately, but through his pain he managed to counter with a swing to the side of her head. Helen staggers and crashes into the nearest table. Her thoughts drifting freely in her head, she smiles. "That was pretty good."

Startled by the punching going on and the crashing, the bird veers away from Van Roy at the last moment. Instead, it heads straight for Helen, where it plops down hard on the table closest to her.

The bird ruffles its feathers in irritation at all of the noise, then fixes Helen with a steady gaze and opens its mouth to voice its opinion of the happenings.

"CAW!"

[Imperium Anglorum]

Elsie Mortimer Wellesley. (muttering offhandedly) So this is the sort of thing why ol' Parsons had a cavalry squadron posted here during his term? Seems a bit overreactive to me.

[Wallenburg]

Slick listened intently as Jennifer spoke. There was a sensitivity and understanding to her words that seemed to soothe him. At her mention of the reservist she dated, McCooley nodded in understanding.

"There are two constants right there that I would like for in a partner. Intelligence, and courage. Ideally, I'd find such a person's company to be refreshing. To pass them down to my children- if I have any-, would be another reason why." He considered her words again. "I must say, I'm flattered you see what you do in me. Maybe it's because I don't particularly have, ah, the greatest self-esteem. But, of course, I manage, and have been doing much better than I have been in years past."

At this, his gaze fixates again on the child. "Do you, ah, mind if I could hold her? Provided you're okay with that, of course."

Jennifer's face fills with pride. "Of course. Sit still, here you go." Gently, she lifts her child and puts her in Slick's lap. She grabs Slick's hand and rests it underneath the child's head. "Just keep it there." Her voice immediately shifts. "Hey, sweetie, this is Slick. He works here. He and mommy are making friends."

The child gurgles a curious laugh. She grabs at a button on his shirt and refuses to let go.

Startled by the punching going on and the crashing, the bird veers away from Van Roy at the last moment. Instead, it heads straight for Helen, where it plops down hard on the table closest to her.

The bird ruffles its feathers in irritation at all of the noise, then fixes Helen with a steady gaze and opens its mouth to voice its opinion of the happenings.

"CAW!"

"Go fuck yourself, stupid bird," mumbles Helen. "Mmm, I don't think I'm up for more punch. Call it even, fella?"

[Jedinsto]

"Mmm, I don't think I'm up for more punch. Call it even, fella?"

"Aye, but maybe I teach that loud-mouth bird over there a lesson..."

[Separatist Peoples]

He sighs. "How about some punch?"

Trevanyika punches DuBois in the gut.

"Good strike, Helen! Way to put your hips into it!"

Bell watches Helen stagger from the returning blow. "No, you're supposed to duck!"

[Trellania]

"Go fuck yourself, stupid bird," mumbles Helen. "Mmm, I don't think I'm up for more punch. Call it even, fella?"

"Aye, but maybe I teach that loud-mouth bird over there a lesson..."

The crow ruffles its feathers even more, then gives an impromptu launch from the table, attempting to land on Helen's head. The entire time, it's voicing its opinion.

"CAW! CAW! CAW! CAW!"

[Jedinsto]

"Go fuck yourself, stupid bird," mumbles Helen. "Mmm, I don't think I'm up for more punch. Call it even, fella?"

The crow ruffles its feathers even more, then gives an impromptu launch from the table, attempting to land on Helen's head. The entire time, it's voicing its opinion.

"CAW! CAW! CAW! CAW!"

Ambassador DuBois begins mimicking the bird's motions by violently flapping his arms and screaming "CAW! CAW! CAW to YOU, bird." He grabs the bird and begins peeling off its feathers.

[Wallenburg]

The crow ruffles its feathers even more, then gives an impromptu launch from the table, attempting to land on Helen's head. The entire time, it's voicing its opinion.

"CAW! CAW! CAW! CAW!"

"Aw, fuck, it's in my hair!" Helen runs this way and that, mostly trying to keep the bird out of her eyes.

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell watches what is probably a genuine crime against what could easily amount to a sapient representative of a member state with mild concern before waving over a bartender.

"Somebody call the Security Golems, would you? I have odds against the bird pecking somebody's eyes out before they get here, and I don't intend to lose."

[Greater Cesnica]

Slick listened intently as Jennifer spoke. There was a sensitivity and understanding to her words that seemed to soothe him. At her mention of the reservist she dated, McCooley nodded in understanding.

"There are two constants right there that I would like for in a partner. Intelligence, and courage. Ideally, I'd find such a person's company to be refreshing. To pass them down to my children- if I have any-, would be another reason why." He considered her words again. "I must say, I'm flattered you see what you do in me. Maybe it's because I don't particularly have, ah, the greatest self-esteem. But, of course, I manage, and have been doing much better than I have been in years past."

At this, his gaze fixates again on the child. "Do you, ah, mind if I could hold her? Provided you're okay with that, of course."

Jennifer's face fills with pride. "Of course. Sit still, here you go." Gently, she lifts her child and puts her in Slick's lap. She grabs Slick's hand and rests it underneath the child's head. "Just keep it there." Her voice immediately shifts. "Hey, sweetie, this is Slick. He works here. He and mommy are making friends."

The child gurgles a curious laugh. She grabs at a button on his shirt and refuses to let go.

"Awwww," Slick says softly under his breath, overcome with a happy swell of emotion. "Hello, sweetie. You're such a cute little girl, y'know that?" he croons. He slowly moves his thumb across the child's head.

"What's her name?" he asks.

Out of his line of sight, the Bar seemed to have descended into rowdiness and chaos. Not my problem. He was too fixated on this precious infant he was holding to care for anything else at this moment.

[Trellania]

Ambassador DuBois begins mimicking the bird's motions by violently flapping his arms and screaming "CAW! CAW! CAW to YOU, bird." He grabs the bird and begins peeling off its feathers.

"Aw, fuck, it's in my hair!" Helen runs this way and that, mostly trying to keep the bird out of her eyes.

The crow just barely lands on Helen's head before it is grabbed, mostly ignoring the cawing back until that point. At which point, as DuBois holds it, the crow begins to caw in alarm. Once he starts to pluck the bird, it lets out a murderous screech and then probably startles everyone.

"Assault! Assault! Drone will explode! Explode!"

It is, of course, just an ordinary crow. But Dame Allania is going to be both surprised to learn the crow can speak and very displeased at her dark-haired assistant at what the crow has been taught to say.

Of course, not to be out done, the crow immediately begins trying to peck at DuBois's hand and arm, trying to force him to let go. The crow has no idea Bell is trying to get security involved.

[Wallenburg]

"Awwww," Slick says softly under his breath, overcome with a happy swell of emotion. "Hello, sweetie. You're such a cute little girl, y'know that?" he croons. He slowly moves his thumb across the child's head.

"What's her name?" he asks.

Out of his line of sight, the Bar seemed to have descended into rowdiness and chaos. Not my problem. He was too fixated on this precious infant he was holding to care for anything else at this moment.

"Semona," she answers. "Semona Mikael-Jennifer Ogenbond. I know you're supposed to name your child after someone important to you or after a virtue, but it just seemed to fit."

[Greater Cesnica]

"Awwww," Slick says softly under his breath, overcome with a happy swell of emotion. "Hello, sweetie. You're such a cute little girl, y'know that?" he croons. He slowly moves his thumb across the child's head.

"What's her name?" he asks.

Out of his line of sight, the Bar seemed to have descended into rowdiness and chaos. Not my problem. He was too fixated on this precious infant he was holding to care for anything else at this moment.

"Semona," she answers. "Semona Mikael-Jennifer Ogenbond. I know you're supposed to name your child after someone important to you or after a virtue, but it just seemed to fit."

"Semona..." Slick says, taking in each syllable slowly. "Well, it's quite a beautiful name, fitting for a lovely girl like her." he says.

The commotion seems to be getting louder. "I'm surprised you weren't warier about having your daughter in here with luna- well, certain dignitaries."

[Imperium Anglorum]

I know you're supposed to name your child after someone important to you

Elsie Mortimer Wellesley. So that's why Gaius Julius Caesar was named after his father Gaius Julius Caesar, who was named after his father Gaius Julius Caesar, who was named after his father Gaius Julius Caesar, who was named after his father Gaius Julius Caesar.

[Wallenburg]

"Semona," she answers. "Semona Mikael-Jennifer Ogenbond. I know you're supposed to name your child after someone important to you or after a virtue, but it just seemed to fit."

"Semona..." Slick says, taking in each syllable slowly. "Well, it's quite a beautiful name, fitting for a lovely girl like her." he says.

The commotion seems to be getting louder. "I'm surprised you weren't warier about having your daughter in here with luna- well, certain dignitaries."

"Fair enough," she nods. "But the nullifiers seem quite dependable here, even more so than in the office. I haven't seen someone actually hurt another person here since Neville accidentally burned the Tinfectian ambassador with a hot dish."

[Greater Cesnica]

"Semona..." Slick says, taking in each syllable slowly. "Well, it's quite a beautiful name, fitting for a lovely girl like her." he says.

The commotion seems to be getting louder. "I'm surprised you weren't warier about having your daughter in here with luna- well, certain dignitaries."

"Fair enough," she nods. "But the nullifiers seem quite dependable here, even more so than in the office. I haven't seen someone actually hurt another person here since Neville accidentally burned the Tinfectian ambassador with a hot dish."

"Huh. Well, it's always good to be vigilant regardless. Though, I suspect you probably know more about this whole 'raising a kid' thing than me." Slick chuckles softly, looking down at the girl in his arms.

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled back into the bar, having finally cashed out enough TuskCoin to pay off his substantial tab. Walter maneuvered past the other patrons, taking a seat in his favorite corner. His translator followed after, absentmindedly apologizing to the various members of other delegations that Walter had bumped into, all the while staring with dread at the various bottles already waiting at the corner table.

Walter settled in to his preferred seat and let forth a hearty:

OROOO OROH ROH

His translator winced at the blast of warm walrus breath (though in fairness, smelling only slightly of fish) and directed the statement to the bar:

Well it's good to be back, folks. Trouble on the home front has taken up much of my time lately, but with a little bit of luck I think I should be able to stick around this time.

[Wallenburg]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled back into the bar, having finally cashed out enough TuskCoin to pay off his substantial tab. Walter maneuvered past the other patrons, taking a seat in his favorite corner. His translator followed after, absentmindedly apologizing to the various members of other delegations that Walter had bumped into, all the while staring with dread at the various bottles already waiting at the corner table.

Walter settled in to his preferred seat and let forth a hearty:

OROOO OROH ROH

His translator winced at the blast of warm walrus breath (though in fairness, smelling only slightly of fish) and directed the statement to the bar:

Well it's good to be back, folks. Trouble on the home front has taken up much of my time lately, but with a little bit of luck I think I should be able to stick around this time.

Trevanyika looks from the walrus to his translator and back to the walrus. "I'd offer to buy you a drink as a welcome-back gift, but I'm not entirely sure that would be responsible of me. It looks like you've stocked up ahead of time."

[American Pere Housh]

Vanny looked at what appears to be an old style Volkswagen Bug and jumped off the stage to where the talking car sat, "You better be glad you're in this bar because I have killed people for less than what you said. Now if you would kindly fuck off. I need a drink after hearing that bullshit."

"I guarantee you that wouldn't go your way," Bell calls from his spot at the Bar. "That Bug is better liked on its worst day than you on your best. Half the people who matter in this Bar owe Herby their lives. Threats against Herby are threats against us all and our sovereign positions.

"Now, who's up to play something tolerable?"

Vanny looked the Ambassador with a long look, "Did I ask for your opinion in this? If not then kindly shut the fuck up and butt out of other peoples business."

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled back into the bar, having finally cashed out enough TuskCoin to pay off his substantial tab. Walter maneuvered past the other patrons, taking a seat in his favorite corner. His translator followed after, absentmindedly apologizing to the various members of other delegations that Walter had bumped into, all the while staring with dread at the various bottles already waiting at the corner table.

Walter settled in to his preferred seat and let forth a hearty:

OROOO OROH ROH

His translator winced at the blast of warm walrus breath (though in fairness, smelling only slightly of fish) and directed the statement to the bar:

Well it's good to be back, folks. Trouble on the home front has taken up much of my time lately, but with a little bit of luck I think I should be able to stick around this time.

Vanny notices a walrus of all things enter the bar with a raised eyebrow, "Greetings Sir, what kind of war were you fighting in?"

[Invisible Wabbits]

Some assorted pieces of clothing, distributed as though being worn by several people whom you cannot actually see, enter the Bar...

[WA Kitty Kops]

"Awwww," Slick says softly under his breath, overcome with a happy swell of emotion. "Hello, sweetie. You're such a cute little girl, y'know that?" he croons. He slowly moves his thumb across the child's head.

"What's her name?" he asks.

Out of his line of sight, the Bar seemed to have descended into rowdiness and chaos. Not my problem. He was too fixated on this precious infant he was holding to care for anything else at this moment.

"Semona," she answers. "Semona Mikael-Jennifer Ogenbond. I know you're supposed to name your child after someone important to you or after a virtue, but it just seemed to fit."

A half-grown dark grey kitten trots by her, muttering something about the stupidity of naming a child after a grain^OOC, looking for the weird human called Gerald. From what he'd learned from his predecessor, the Head Inshpekshuuner knew the man was usually cat-friendly. And infinitely safer than tiny hairless monkeys with grabby paws.

OOC: The cat's thinking of semolina. Also, infants and cats are rarely a good combination. And I know base-Wallenburgians aren't primates, but I don't think the cat knows or cares even if he knew.

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled back into the bar, having finally cashed out enough TuskCoin to pay off his substantial tab. Walter maneuvered past the other patrons, taking a seat in his favorite corner. His translator followed after, absentmindedly apologizing to the various members of other delegations that Walter had bumped into, all the while staring with dread at the various bottles already waiting at the corner table.

Walter settled in to his preferred seat and let forth a hearty:

OROOO OROH ROH

His translator winced at the blast of warm walrus breath (though in fairness, smelling only slightly of fish) and directed the statement to the bar:

Well it's good to be back, folks. Trouble on the home front has taken up much of my time lately, but with a little bit of luck I think I should be able to stick around this time.

Trevanyika looks from the walrus to his translator and back to the walrus. "I'd offer to buy you a drink as a welcome-back gift, but I'm not entirely sure that would be responsible of me. It looks like you've stocked up ahead of time."

Walter examined his vast stores of liquor, beer, wine, and hard seltzers on ice before offering a craft beer to the Wallenburgian ambassador.

Vanny notices a walrus of all things enter the bar with a raised eyebrow, "Greetings Sir, what kind of war were you fighting in?"

Walter scratched one of his long tusks with mild embarrassment while explaining

ROH OROO ROH

His translator, scrambling to pick up the ever-growing pile of bottles, cans, and glasses accumulating around Walter, hurredly stated

Oh not a war at all - things with the Mrs. back home were getting tense. Not enough time spent with the little ones. "They won't be young and tuskless forever, Walter!" So I took a break and spent more time with the family.