The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Imperium Anglorum]

Parsons: As those chucklers from OMGTKK wrote in the margins of the great book, 'the old NationStates United Nations (yeah, I know, I said the name, I'm going to jail, heh-heh)'.

Several men in slightly-darker-black turtlenecks and night vision goggles proceed to scale down ropes from the ceiling of the bar, tackle Cyril, and toss him out the window. They silently high-five and ninja-roll out of the bar.

Cyril pops out of the closet, entirely fine, looking at the decoy in the pool and yelling down, 'Thanks!'.

[Wallenburg]

"Wait," asks the man in the green uniform. "What's the United Nations? Sounds dorky."

[Wrapper]

ARI: (raises an eyebrow at Ahume, speaks softly) The Mafia?

Parsons: As those chucklers from OMGTKK wrote in the margins of the great book, 'the old NationStates United Nations (yeah, I know, I said the name, I'm going to jail, heh-heh)'.

ARI: Oh, them. I thought they were a myth. Or a punk rock band. Or both.

[Sapient Hammers United]

"Wait," asks the man in the green uniform. "What's the United Nations? Sounds dorky."

It is at this moment, that a Hammer enters the Bar, at quite high velocity, hitting said man in a green uniform, knocking him soundly out the same window the honourable Cyril Parsons' decoy just passed through.

[Wallenburg]

Several men in slightly-darker-black turtlenecks and night vision goggles proceed to scale down ropes from the ceiling of the bar, tackle Cyril, and toss him out the window. They silently high-five and ninja-roll out of the bar.

Cyril pops out of the closet, entirely fine, looking at the decoy in the pool and yelling down, 'Thanks!'.

OOC: Ah-ha! Caught you writing in standard prose!

[Separatist Peoples]

Several men in slightly-darker-black turtlenecks and night vision goggles proceed to scale down ropes from the ceiling of the bar, tackle Cyril, and toss him out the window. They silently high-five and ninja-roll out of the bar.

Cyril pops out of the closet, entirely fine, looking at the decoy in the pool and yelling down, 'Thanks!'.

"DAMMIT, CYRIL! This is why we can't have nice things, you...uh...dammit, I swear I had something for this..." says one of the slightly-darker-black clad men as he rolls out the door.

[Imperium Anglorum]

"Wait," asks the man in the green uniform. "What's the United Nations? Sounds dorky."

It is at this moment, that a Hammer enters the Bar, at quite high velocity, hitting said man in a green uniform, knocking him soundly out the same window the honourable Cyril Parsons just passed through.

Parsons-decoy*

[Sapient Hammers United]

It is at this moment, that a Hammer enters the Bar, at quite high velocity, hitting said man in a green uniform, knocking him soundly out the same window the honourable Cyril Parsons just passed through.

Parsons-decoy*

OOC:
Yep, already got it.

[Wallenburg]

"Wait," asks the man in the green uniform. "What's the United Nations? Sounds dorky."

It is at this moment, that a Hammer enters the Bar, at quite high velocity, hitting said man in a green uniform, knocking him soundly out the same window the honourable Cyril Parsons just passed through.

"Aaaah!!!" screams the man in green as he splashes into the reflecting pool. "Aargh, you idiots!"

Meanwhile, the man in brown looks at Parsons and Ari, an expression of mild fright over his face. "Well, um...does that happen every day?"

[Separatist Peoples]

OOC: Wow, I see we all elected to shift gears for the last page of the thread. Hard.

[Whovian Tardisia]

Pink looks over to the man in brown. "You'd be surprised how often people fly out the window. Or threaten to chuck people out of it. Stay on your toes." Pink chuckles as he takes another sip of milk.

[Wrapper]

It is at this moment, that a Hammer enters the Bar, at quite high velocity, hitting said man in a green uniform, knocking him soundly out the same window the honourable Cyril Parsons just passed through.

"Aaaah!!!" screams the man in green as he splashes into the reflecting pool. "Aargh, you idiots!"

Meanwhile, the man in brown looks at Parsons and Ari, an expression of mild fright over his face. "Well, um...does that happen every day?"

ARI: Oh, no, no, no, of course not. Sometimes it's a giant stapler.

[Whovian Tardisia]

"Aaaah!!!" screams the man in green as he splashes into the reflecting pool. "Aargh, you idiots!"

Meanwhile, the man in brown looks at Parsons and Ari, an expression of mild fright over his face. "Well, um...does that happen every day?"

ARI: Oh, no, no, no, of course not. Sometimes it's a giant stapler.

OOC:

[Wallenburg]

Pink looks over to the man in brown. "You'd be surprised how often people fly out the window. Or threaten to chuck people out of it. Stay on your toes." Pink chuckles as he takes another sip of milk.

"Oh." He swirls his drink around in its glass. "I'm beginning to understand why Ms. Trevanyika resigned."

ARI: Oh, no, no, no, of course not. Sometimes it's a giant stapler.

The man gives Ari a suspicious stare, then stands up and takes the next chair further away from the Wad.

[Imperium Anglorum]

Pink looks over to the man in brown. "You'd be surprised how often people fly out the window. Or threaten to chuck people out of it. Stay on your toes." Pink chuckles as he takes another sip of milk.

"Oh." He swirls his drink around in its glass. "I'm beginning to understand why Ms. Trevanyika resigned."

Parsons walks over and says, 'I don't think we've met'.

[Tinfect]

Markhov quietly takes the hammer off the floor, and places it within one of the many pockets of his coat, then exits the Bar.

[Wallenburg]

"Oh." He swirls his drink around in its glass. "I'm beginning to understand why Ms. Trevanyika resigned."

Parsons walks over and says, 'I don't think we've met'.

The man in brown extends his hand. "My name is Ogenbond. Mikael Alex-Oliva Ogenbond. I am here as a nominee for the office of chief representative of Wallenburg. That man who just got hammered out of the bar is my opponent. And you are?"

[The Silver Sentinel]

OOC: Wow, I see we all elected to shift gears for the last page of the thread. Hard.

OOC: Well.... At least no one is being condemned this time.

[Wrapper]

Parsons walks over and says, 'I don't think we've met'.

The man in brown extends his hand. "My name is Ogenbond. Mikael Alex-Oliva Ogenbond. I am here as a nominee for the office of chief representative of Wallenburg. That man who just got hammered out of the bar is my opponent. And you are?"

ARI: Erm. Excuse me for interrupting. Wad Ari Alaz, and this is my sidekick-slash-assistant, Wad Ahume Orliss-Dorcke. Perhaps you've heard of us? Anyway. What, erm, what happened to the weird gentleman, the de facto ambassador from Wallenburg? I cannot recall his name; haven't seen him in quite awhile.

[Wallenburg]

The man in brown extends his hand. "My name is Ogenbond. Mikael Alex-Oliva Ogenbond. I am here as a nominee for the office of chief representative of Wallenburg. That man who just got hammered out of the bar is my opponent. And you are?"

ARI: Erm. Excuse me for interrupting. Wad Ari Alaz, and this is my sidekick-slash-assistant, Wad Ahume Orliss-Dorcke. Perhaps you've heard of us? Anyway. What, erm, what happened to the weird gentleman, the de facto ambassador from Wallenburg? I cannot recall his name; haven't seen him in quite awhile.

"Mr. Krein, you mean? I'm not sure. He isn't a very public fellow. I know he was involved in protecting a certain individual from your government, but that's really the only thing that comes to mind. That, and his office is full of dart boards."

[Wrapper]

"Mr. Krein, you mean? I'm not sure. He isn't a very public fellow. I know he was involved in protecting a certain individual from your government, but that's really the only thing that comes to mind. That, and his office is full of dart boards."

AHUME: (mumbles) He's heard of us.

ARI: (waves his hand dismissively at Ahume) Yes, Krein, that's the fellow. Has he been recalled as well? I'm reminded I still owe him a stern lecture on interfering in Wrapperian affairs.

[Wallenburg]

"Mr. Krein, you mean? I'm not sure. He isn't a very public fellow. I know he was involved in protecting a certain individual from your government, but that's really the only thing that comes to mind. That, and his office is full of dart boards."

AHUME: (mumbles) He's heard of us.

ARI: (waves his hand dismissively at Ahume) Yes, Krein, that's the fellow. Has he been recalled as well? I'm reminded I still owe him a stern lecture on interfering in Wrapperian affairs.

"Well, neither Ms. Trevanyika nor Mr. Krein were recalled, per se, but I don't plan on reappointing him once I become the chief representative."

Mikael asks Neville for another drink and then returns his attention to Ahume. "I'm sure the office could reach him if you so desire to scold him, or whatever you want to do."

[Wrapper]

AHUME: (mumbles) He's heard of us.

ARI: (waves his hand dismissively at Ahume) Yes, Krein, that's the fellow. Has he been recalled as well? I'm reminded I still owe him a stern lecture on interfering in Wrapperian affairs.

"Well, neither Ms. Trevanyika nor Mr. Krein were recalled, per se, but I don't plan on reappointing him once I become the chief representative."

Mikael asks Neville for another drink and then returns his attention to Ahume. "I'm sure the office could reach him if you so desire to scold him, or whatever you want to do."

(Ahume, surprised, points to himself in an inquisitive manner, shakes his head and points definitively to Ari.)

ARI: Ah, no, I suppose the moment has passed, since our fugitive ex-intern was killed in action trying to defend her adopted homeworld. (He shrugs.) Kids. Right?

[Wallenburg]

The military officer gives Ahume a "that's bullshit and we both know it" kind of look before taking a sip from his drink.

[Wrapper]

The military officer gives Ahume a "that's bullshit and we both know it" kind of look before taking a sip from his drink.

(Ahume shrugs nervously. Why does he keep looking at me? Ari's the one making these silly statements.)

ARI: So, judging by your uniform, you and Miss Trevanyika were compatriots before the unification, yes? Perhaps you can--

AHUME: (interrupting) What about Gerald?