The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

*Mr. Darke sauntered into the Strangers' Bar, feeling somewhat more comfortable than usual. He had already been smoking one of his special 'cigars,' and his mood was elevated as he sat down and ordered a whiskey. As was his custom, the Ambassador took long, dedicated hits of his 'cigar,' taking care to hold the fragrant smoke deep within his lungs. As he paid for his whiskey, Mr. Darke noticed a friend sitting against the wall on the other side of the tavern...*

"Well hello there, Mr. Heir. I hope everything is right and proper for you this evening. Can I interest you in one of my special 'cigars?'"


*With that, Mr. Darke withdrew his satchel, and after some laboring, produced one of his 'cigars'. Laying the skunky blunt on the adjacent barstool, the Ambassador eyed Mr. Heir devilishly, beckoning him to come and have a smoke.*

[Unibot II]

*Mr. Darke sauntered into the Strangers' Bar, feeling somewhat more comfortable than usual. He had already been smoking one of his special 'cigars,' and his mood was elevated as he sat down and ordered a whiskey. As was his custom, the Ambassador took long, dedicated hits of his 'cigar,' taking care to hold the fragrant smoke deep within his lungs. As he paid for his whiskey, Mr. Darke noticed a friend sitting against the wall on the other side of the tavern...*

"Well hello there, Mr. Heir. I hope everything is right and proper for you this evening. Can I interest you in one of my special 'cigars?'"


*With that, Mr. Darke withdrew his satchel, and after some laboring, produced one of his 'cigars'. Laying the skunky blunt on the adjacent barstool, the Ambassador eyed Mr. Heir devilishly, beckoning him to come and have a smoke.*

Eduard looked up from his puzzle with a boyish grin on his face. "I suppose a cigar never hurt an-- actually, I'm not sure if I'm suppose to make such disclaimers anymore.. Wadsworth?"

Wadsworth, Eduard's assistant whose personality had been surgically removed at birth, approached Eduard. "Yes, sir?"

"Am I suppose to say that cigar never hurt um.. you know..?" Eduard said.

"No sir."

"Well, why not? I forget now."

"I believe Ms. Steenbrink stated recently in a boardroom meeting that the litigation that would ensue if the company explictly ignored the health risks of smoking, would be astronomical." Wadsworth explained.

"The stockholders elected a female to an executive position!? Why didn't I know about this..?" Eduard said.

"No, sir. The stockholders did not elect a female, Ms. Steenbrink recently underwent a surgical gender change. You weren't aware of this change, because, *cough* you either have been intoxicated beyond sensibility or semi-unconscious during the last *cough* seven executive boardroom meetings, sir." Wadsworth explained.

"Huh. I forgot I had a gender-adequation procedure written into the sub-frame construct of the computational cosmetic-technological singularity mainframe, oh wait, yes I made the addition to the code following the passage of GA#91. A Convention on Gender." Eduard mused.

Wadsworth frowned, "Sorry sir? I don't follow? I haven't got you booked for any convention on trans-gender peoples? Should I?"

"Jesus, Wadsworth, it's a resolution! Actually, it's quite silly really. It's sort of a tradition in the WA, our conventions are lame pieces of paper with debates attached them." Eduard explained.

Heir turned back to Mr. Darke, who was still producing one of his 'cigars' forward towards him, Eduard hesitated for a second till he remembered what began the conversation. Eduard relaxed and took the cigar from Mr. Darke, with a grin on his face. ".. thank you. It's not like a cigar ever hurt anyone before."

Wadsworth rolled his eyes and returned to his table across the room where many of the other assistants sat and gloomily surveilled their depressed or bizarre or depressingly bizarre employers.

[United Marktoria]

Marktorian Ambassador Henry Bradford entered the Bar. Recently, Henry had been suffering from some stress related hives. A very nasty experience he doesn't want to repeat. Being in his early 50's, a night out at a pub he has never been to isn't exactly his idea of fun.

Oh well. Henry reasoned, It wouldn't hurt to try something new, and maybe make a habit of it.

He strode to the nearest barstool and contemplated what he should drink...

Chirst, Henry! he thought to himself, It shouldn't be that hard of a decision!
"Ummm... I think I will have..."he began.

Suddenly, something terrible dawned on him.
My god... I have never had an alchoholic drink in my life!

Henry began to turn red from embarresment. His initial reaction was to leave, but that would make things awkward. He would have to think of something... quick.

"Umm... On second thought... I think i'd rather not drink right away."
The bartender walked away, confused.

[East Klent]

After just barely preventing his head from colliding with the bar-top, Stevens decided it was time to pay up and leave, but when he reached for his wallet in his back poket, it wasn't there. He searched his various other pokets, and he still couldn't find it, "I could have sworn I put there this morning." he gurgled to himself as he began to panic.

In his mind, with help from his photographic memory, Stevens began to retreace his steps throughout the day; Drove to the office, got out, dropped laptop, laptop broken, went up to office, gave laptop to secretary, entered main office, saw stacks of paperwork, started working, hours passed, decided to come here, bumped into intern on the way, walked into the pu... "The intern!" he realized, snapping his fingers, "Why that no good little money grubbing son of a bi..." he remebered that he still had a tab to pay.

Stevens drunkingly looked about te pub. He saw that Heir was still there, along with Delegate Darke. He also saw a complete stranger next to what appeared to be armed bodygaurds, and finally Delegate Bradford, the newbie to the place. He turned back to facing the bar, "Heir, Cigar Man, Bodygaurds, Newbie. Not likely to get any favors from them. Oh well, it's worth a shot."

Stevens straightened his suit and tie as best he could and slowly began to raise himself from the barstool. Maintaing his balance somewhat, Stevens began sliding towards Heir and Darke. He was about five feet infront of them when he started to open his mouth, not noticing conveniently placed banana peel right under his left foot.

Before he knew it, Stevens was face flat on the pub floor, his face surrounded by warm, sticky, pooling blood, Probably the nose, he thought to himself, Good thing I'm numb!

[Bears Armed]

A young man wearing dark aviator glasses and a black suit walks in with 2 large armed men i sit down in the back and order german ale

A rather large anthropomorphic Bear coughs to attract the young man's attention and then points at a sign on the wall.

Ambassadors are requested to leave all bodyguards
in one of the adjacent wating rooms.

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OOC: You won't need them in here, because the place is fitted with Acme Weapons Neutralisers that prevent any use of lethal force, and so the management stated long ago that they'd prefer it if bodyguards were left outside... [Not-the-management]

[Retired WerePenguins]

Flash Blonde rushes into the bar, "My good sir," he calls out. "I need twelve shots of the best tequilla you have right away, line them up!"

The bartender complies wondering if this the old joke about not being able to afford a single one. "That seems like a lot of them," he replied.

"They are not for me." Suddenly twelve scantly clad ladies enter the bar heading towards Flash and chanting things about chopping off his junk.

"Ladies," Flash replies, "Tequilla shots at the bar."

Flash turns to the bartender, "Keep them flowing, I have to avoid these ladies until I a certain resolution fails to pass."

"And what if it doesn't?"

"I may have to seek asylum in The Pleiades, I hear the sanctity of junk is prized there."

Flash Blonde runs out of the bar,

[East Klent]

Stevens managed to bring himself to his senses and pushed himself up off the floor.

When he turned towards the entrance, he saw twelve rather not modestly dressed women knocking back shots of tequila, "How long was I out of it?" he asked no one in particular.

[Ethel mermania]

“Nathan Detroit at your service, Ethel mermanian ambassador in charge of ‘special interests’” says Nathan, extending his hand and offering a firm hand shake. “I will be happy to share a drink with you, Nathan turns and says to the other members of the delegation, "Help clean up that mess, that mop bucket sure does come in handy, glad it came into the place”.

Nathan turns back to the creature and says “So, Mr. Kaoriki, what brings a nice feathered roo like you, to a place like this?”

"Just Kaoriki will be fine; our people find human honorifics a little awkward in translation," the creature replied, hop-stepping back towards its partner's table. As they approached, the black-feathered being gestured to the blond one and said, "Mepa, we have a guest. This is Nathan Detroit, the ambassador from that rather musical sounding delegation we spotted earlier, remember?"

The blond creature stood, and, brushing back the stiff-feathered frill on its head, said, "An honor. I'm Yasushipa Toruhayashipa, Ambassador Plenipotentiary of the Triune Republic of Jankenjin. I see you've already met my oki, er 'husband'." Gesturing to the large red-feathered creature occupying the other chair around the table, the creature added, "And this is Shigegu Nobunorigu, my megu, er, 'wife'."

The red creature nodded and said simply, "Pleased to meet you."

Nathan took his hat off, and slightly bowed to shigegu, and said “pleased to meet you”, and asked “may I sit?”

Without waiting for an answer Ambassabor Detroit sat in the empty chair, put his hat on the table, took out his hankerchief and wiped his brow and said.

“Your Husband seems to be an excellent judge of human behavior, which I find surprising on that it seems you have such different kinds of relationships from where you come from. For example In our world only the one called “charlie sheen” has 2 partners from what seems to be different species. Is this a trait in your … your … ummm peoples?”

The ambassador pauses “peoples would seem to be the wrong word, but it would be the word I would use if you were humans”


ooc: sorry i missed your response last week, it must be the blue drinks

[Lokemburg]

Walking into the bar, Thomas took a seat at one of the back tables. He wore his formal clothing. A white button-up, long sleeve shirt with black formal trousers. Over the button-up shirt, however, he wore a bullet resistant vest with his nation's emblem in the top right corner of the chest. Strapped to his ankle, under the trousers, he had a compact 9mm pistol holstered. When Thomas sat down at the table he took off his fedora and set it on the table as a waitress approached him.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked him.

"Water, please" he answered as he looked around the bar at the conversing individuals.

[East Klent]

Stevens walked into the pub in a much better mood than the day before. His nose was as good as new, thanks to a surgeon down the road who owed him a favor, and he had his wallet back, thanks to a private investigator who also owed him a favor.

Stevens looked around. He saw some familiar faces, and others that were new to him, "Ah, the beauty of the WA, new members almost everyday." he chuckled. He walked to the back of pub and ordered a glass of ice water, "I'd perfer to stay sober today." he joked to the waitress.

Stevens leaned back in his chair and sighed, "This day couldn't be any better."

[Lokemburg]

Steavens walked into the pub in a much better mood than the day before. His nose was as good as new, thanks to surgeon down the road who owed him a favor, and he had his wallet back, thanks to a private investigator who also owed him a favor.

Steavens looked around. He saw some familiar faces, and others that were new to him, "Ah, the beauty of the WA, new members almost everyday." he chuckled. He walked to the back of pub and ordered a glass of ice water, "I'd perfer to stay sober today." he joked to the waitress.

Steavens leaned back in his chair and sighed, "This day couldn't be any better."

Thomas saw another person sit down at a table near him. He had heard what he said about new members. Thomas was one of those members. He had to admit that the pub was a lot nicer than his war torn country. Well... coalition of factions better describes Lokemburg. His eyes had a slight hint of suspicion that his people were renowned for. He turned his attention to the waitress as she brought him his water. Thomas nodded his thanks as he took a sip from the glass.

[East Klent]

The waitress put down Stevens' drink, "Thanks." he told her. He took a sip and put it back down to look ahead a few tables where a new delegate was sitting, studying the various other patrons of the bar.

"You know, when I was new here, a little over a year ago, I was cautious about the others also. Some them were from nations I had never heard of, let alone met a citizen from one of them. It took me a few months to get used to it, but with a little guidence from the staff of this fine establishment, I remebered why I was appointeed to represent East Klent to the World Assembly; so that we as a people may join the international community, a learn more about the other peoples of the world. So, I decided to mingle with the others, and, well, lets just say the job became a bit more interesting."

Stevens gave the newcomer the same advice that he got from another delegate on his first day, and as he sat down in front of the freshman delegate, he continued, "I regretted not takeing that same advice sooner."

[Lokemburg]

Thomas studied the man. He was obviously comfortable here as the first sign being the lack of a bullet resistant vest like the one Thomas had on. It was also how he walked and talked to the staff. Thomas took another sip from his water before answering,

"And the fact that I come from a nation where you best friend may stab you while your asleep counts for nothing right?"

He asked the man calmly as he took another sip from his drink, awaiting his answer.

[East Klent]

Thomas studied the man. He was obviously comfortable here as the first sign being the lack of a bullet resistant vest like the one Thomas had on. It was also how he walked and talked to the staff. Thomas took another sip from his water before answering,

"And the fact that I come from a nation where you best friend may stab you while your asleep counts for nothing right?"

He asked the man calmly as he took another sip from his drink, awaiting his answer.

"As long as you're not the one who's stabbing people, no. Look at this way, you were given your position because you were desearving of it. Since you are aware of your nations problems, you are in control of at least preventing similiar instances here." Stevens informed Thomas.

"About two years ago, my country was engulfed in the flames of revolution, with brothers fighting brothers, innocent people being murdered on the streets with out any legitimate cause what so ever. But within the following two years, we have had a stable and democratic government, our first free elections, and we have the fifth fastest growing economy in our region. If that can all happen to East Klent, surely it can happan to your nation."

Stevens paused to finish off his drink, "Anyway, the delagates here, while their ways can be at times, eccentric to say the least, their intentions and motives are peaceful. No one delegate here wishes illness upon another no matter how much they disagre with one another, with a few exceptions. I assure you, you and your staff are safe here at the World Assembly, fell free to make friends and feel safe. Plus we have enough security here to fight a small war, so I don't think you'll be needing that vest of yours."

Stevens looked at his watch, "Time for lunch. Mind joining me?" he inquired to Thomas.

[Lokemburg]

Thomas nodded as he downed the rest of his water. "I'll keep my vest, thank you" he muttered as he grabbed his hat and stood.

"Lead the way" he said as he put the fedora on his head.

[East Klent]

Thomas nodded as he downed the rest of his water. "I'll keep my vest, thank you" he muttered as he grabbed his hat and stood.

"Lead the way" he said as he put the fedora on his head.

"Great. There's this place up the road that literally makes anything you want, it's amazing. You just order your favorite dish from home and next thing you know, you'll think you're back home eating in your childhood kitchen." Stevens explained their destination as he got up from the chair and left a tip for the waitress.

As they walked outside, Stevens asked Thomas, "So, how's the job going so far?"

[Lokemburg]

"Just the fact that I'm not riding in a convoy filled with Police is great" Thomas replied, chuckling. He than frowned slightly,

"But than there's all of the political nonsense that you have to deal with" he added as he walked along. He tucked his thumbs under his vest as he walked. Getting a weird feeling, he looked behind him to see a man in a black trench coat with a fedora on his head following the two of them. Even though it was pitch black outside, the man wore sunglasses. The obvious thing was glint coming off of the necklace that hung around his neck. The necklace had a pair of dogtags hanigng from it as well as a medallion of Lokemburg's emblem. Turning back around he shook his head with a smirk,

"And when you think your out of it. Your right back in..." He muttered, loud enough for only the veteran delegate to hear.

[East Klent]

"Just the fact that I'm not riding in a convoy filled with Police is great" Thomas replied, chuckling. He than frowned slightly,

"But than there's all of the political nonsense that you have to deal with" he added as he walked along. He tucked his thumbs under his vest as he walked. Getting a weird feeling, he looked behind him to see a man in a black trench coat with a fedora on his head following the two of them. Even though it was pitch black outside, the man wore sunglasses. The obvious thing was glint coming off of the necklace that hung around his neck. The necklace had a pair of dogtags hanigng from it as well as a medallion of Lokemburg's emblem. Turning back around he shook his head with a smirk,

"And when you think your out of it. Your right back in..." He muttered, loud enough for only the veteran delegate to hear.

Stevens studied Thomas' face closely, "I see, well, there's a saying where I come from, when you can't get out, sometimes you've just go to punch your way through." he whispered in response.

Stevens took them down a path that he knew lead to a dead end. He could hear the shadow's footsteps right behind them, "Another saying we Klentians have is sometimes you outthink your oppenent, and other times you've just got to blow them out of the water." he was emphisizing his words, hoping to get his message across to Thomas.

[Lokemburg]

"We have a saying of our own. Those that shoot without talk are no better than bandits and raiders" Thomas told him as he turned straight around. The shadow stopped and the two locked eyes. Kneeling down, Thomas pulled the pistol out of it's holster while the shadow opened his trench coat and pulld out a supressed P90 SMG. Within seconds the two had their weapons pointed at each other.

"Ya here to kill me?" Thomas asked of the man, unafraid of the P90. The shadow merely nodded.

"Who sent you?" Thomas asked. The shadow looked at the other delegate before answering,

"The Iron Curtain" The shadow responded simply. Thye shadow started speaking again, but before he could finish, Thomas put two rounds in his head. The body fell to the ground with a thump.

"Of course" Thomas said, as he turned back to the other delegate and knelt down to holster his pistol back in the ankle holster before standing back up.

"Socialists... gotta love their tenacity though" Thomas said calmly, as if he wasn't just looking down the barrel of a fully-loaded weapon.

[East Klent]

"Okay then. That was... eventful." Stevens muttered as he looked down upon the body. He had gotten used to not seeing people shot in front of him, after all, the Revolution was two whole years ago.

Stevens cleared his throat and turned to Thomas, "It would probably be best if we headed to the restaurant now, just incase anybody heard that." he suggested while picking up the still warm shell casings. He also ripped the necklace from the assassin's neck and took the blood-stained fedora off of him, all of which he made sure were buried deep in a nearby dumpster.

Dusting off his hands, Stevens was calm again, "Well, shall we?" he asked as he motioned towards the restaurant.

[Lokemburg]

"Okay then. That was... eventful." Steavens muttered as he looked down upon the body. He had gotten used to not seeing people shot in front of him, after all, the Revolution was two whole years ago.

Steavens cleared his throat and turned to Thomas, "It would probably be best if we headed to the restaurant now, just incase anybody heard that." he suggested while picking up the still warm shell casings. He also ripped the necklace from the assassin's neck and took the blood-stained fedora off of him, all of which he made sure were buried deep in a nearby dumpster.

Dusting off his hands, Steavens was calm again, "Well, shall we?" he asked as he motioned towards the restaurant.

Before the delegate could throw away the necklace, Thomas stopped him. Taking hold of the necklace he held it in front of his face and closed his eyes, the dog tags and medallion clanking silently. "May his blood better Lokemburg" he quietly said before re-opening his eyes and unzipping the front of his vest. He than stuffed the necklace into an inner pocket before zipping the vest back up. "Right, let's head to the resturant" Thomas agreed as he started moving towards the resturant.

[East Klent]

As they started walking again, Stevens began to think, "You know, there's perfectly good 'food' back at the Stranger's Bar, let's go back." he suggested.

[Cool Egg Sandwich]

*Mr. Darke sat quietly and began to wonder why he could still hear the Ambassadors who had left the bar. Their conversation had carried them out to the street.... they weren't even in the bar anymore. Mickey turned to the barkeep and inquired about the noise...*

"Did the Strangers' Bar recently expand? I can hear those guys all the way down the street..."


* Turning back to his isolated corner, Mr. Darke slowly caressed the rim of his glass with his fingertips, and considered having another 'cigar'. He ultimately decided against it, and resumed his perusal of the 'Hot Singles' ads in the daily paper.*

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OOC: Could you please keep the RP bar-related? I'm not so sure this is the best place for you to RP, unless you are in the bar...

Thanks!

[East Klent]

*Mr. Darke sat quietly and began to wonder why he could still hear the Ambassadors who had left the bar. Their conversation had carried them out to the street.... they weren't even in the bar anymore. Mickey turned to the barkeep and inquired about the noise...*

"Did the Strangers' Bar recently expand? I can hear those guys all the way down the street..."


* Turning back to his isolated corner, Mr. Darke slowly caressed the rim of his glass with his fingertips, and considered having another 'cigar'. He ultimately decided against it, and resumed his perusal of the 'Hot Singles' ads in the daily paper.*

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OOC: Could you please keep the RP bar-related? I'm not so sure this is the best place for you to RP, unless you are in the bar...

Thanks!

OOC: I was beginning to have worries about that. I apologize. Expect them to come rushing back any minute.

[East Klent]

When re-entering the bar, Stevens noticed that the barkeep and Mr. Darke had questioning looks on their faces, "Guess we were louder than we thought." he murmured.