The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Wallenburg]

"Oh." Helen looks at Kay inquisitively, then back at Bell and Dressler. "So...you're in the same boat I'm in, huh?" Her eyes communicate heartfelt sympathy for Kay. "I'm so sorry, Kay, I had no idea, and--and I am afraid I just don't feel that way. Oh Notch, Kay, I'm sorry."

Still somewhat stunned, she puts her arms around Kay and hugs her protectively.

[Ferret Civilization]

Pink, having gone back to the bar, witnesses this, spitting the scotch in his mouth all over poor Neville's face. Neville does not look amused. "Oh. Umm, apologies, Neville. Handkerchief?" K-9, meanwhile, rolls over to Chuckie. K-9 bleats. Pink is careful to keep his scotch in his mouth this time, only doing a double take.

Furettium joined Pink at the bar as the events continued to go on as they always had in intensity. Given how not many where here that were not apart of it in one way or another, watching it all had been quite a learning experience to say the least. "Quite a time isn't it."

[The Doomed Planet of Tollana]

"Oh." Helen looks at Kay inquisitively, then back at Bell and Dressler. "So...you're in the same boat I'm in, huh?" Her eyes communicate heartfelt sympathy for Kay. "I'm so sorry, Kay, I had no idea, and--and I am afraid I just don't feel that way. Oh Notch, Kay, I'm sorry."

Still somewhat stunned, she puts her arms around Kay and hugs her protectively.

(After a brief moment -- during which Kay thinks, ohh, she smells so nice -- she pulls away.)

Oh, no no, it's okay, Helen! Please, don't be sorry, I already knew you didn't feel the same way. But... I still... I had to let you know, because I still want you to come with me. Not because I'm hoping for something to happen between us, I know it won't, but... I know there's nothing left for you here. You are one of the bravest, most devoted people I've ever known. And you believed in me. Even as I was falling to pieces. You picked me up off the floor when I was at my lowest. And... and you treated me like a friend, even after I treated you like shit. Helen. You are the best friend I've ever had. Well. Ummm. Except maybe Polly, but she's a parrot. As you well know. But that's besides the point. What I'm trying to ask, Helen, is, now, knowing all that you know.... come with me?

[Herby]

Nooooooooooooo! You guys need a Hollywood ending, you know, like, we go together like shoo bop shoo bop shoo bop dingity ding dong or however the fuck that song goes.... Eh. Never mind. I prolly have a concussion, let's blame it on that.

[The Doomed Planet of Tollana]

Nooooooooooooo! You guys need a Hollywood ending, you know, like, we go together like shoo bop shoo bop shoo bop dingity ding dong or however the fuck that song goes.... Eh. Never mind. I prolly have a concussion, let's blame it on that.

You... are... NOT helping, Herby.

What do you say, Helen? Come with me anyway?

[Wallenburg]

Nooooooooooooo! You guys need a Hollywood ending, you know, like, we go together like shoo bop shoo bop shoo bop dingity ding dong or however the fuck that song goes.... Eh. Never mind. I prolly have a concussion, let's blame it on that.

You... are... NOT helping, Herby.

What do you say, Helen? Come with me anyway?

Helen is about to say "yes" when Gerald intervenes.

"Wait, little one! Where are you going?"

Helen looks up at him. "With Kay. My career and my love life are over. At least I can escape the aftermath if I go now."

"Eleyna, please don't do this. What about your friends? Your family? Your country? What about me? Are you just going to give us up and leave us behind?"

"Please, Gerald, I can barely stand this place. I will try to visit, but I don't want to be stuck here as some sorry deputy representative. I did my best to serve Wallenburg. Now I'm done. I hope you can understand that. All right, Kay, I'm coming with you."

[Whovian Tardisia]

Pink, having gone back to the bar, witnesses this, spitting the scotch in his mouth all over poor Neville's face. Neville does not look amused. "Oh. Umm, apologies, Neville. Handkerchief?" K-9, meanwhile, rolls over to Chuckie. K-9 bleats. Pink is careful to keep his scotch in his mouth this time, only doing a double take.

Furettium joined Pink at the bar as the events continued to go on as they always had in intensity. Given how not many where here that were not apart of it in one way or another, watching it all had been quite a learning experience to say the least. "Quite a time isn't it."

"Always." replied Pink. "Fun, but sometimes shocking. Diverse as the world itself, yet there is very little hatred. Quite wonderful, I think. And the service isn't bad either. Neville! A round of milk for the ferret and I. And get yourself a beer, too, I'll cover it." Neville, quite astounded, hurries back to get the drinks.

[The Doomed Planet of Tollana]

You... are... NOT helping, Herby.

What do you say, Helen? Come with me anyway?

Helen is about to say "yes" when Gerald intervenes.

"Wait, little one! Where are you going?"

Helen looks up at him. "With Kay. My career and my love life are over. At least I can escape the aftermath if I go now."

"Eleyna, please don't do this. What about your friends? Your family? Your country? What about me? Are you just going to give us up and leave us behind?"

"Please, Gerald, I can barely stand this place. I will try to visit, but I don't want to be stuck here as some sorry deputy representative. I did my best to serve Wallenburg. Now I'm done. I hope you can understand that. All right, Kay, I'm coming with you."

Gerald, she'll be okay, I promise. We're well-hidden by The Nox -- (she picks up the plant) -- and the PPU hivemind has offered to help us learn how to sustain ourselves without modern conveniences. She's in very good hands. And, you can contact her anytime through Wad Ahume. (She looks to The Nox woman.) Besides, the tranquility of our new home will be good for her heart. Er, so to speak.

[Wallenburg]

Helen is about to say "yes" when Gerald intervenes.

"Wait, little one! Where are you going?"

Helen looks up at him. "With Kay. My career and my love life are over. At least I can escape the aftermath if I go now."

"Eleyna, please don't do this. What about your friends? Your family? Your country? What about me? Are you just going to give us up and leave us behind?"

"Please, Gerald, I can barely stand this place. I will try to visit, but I don't want to be stuck here as some sorry deputy representative. I did my best to serve Wallenburg. Now I'm done. I hope you can understand that. All right, Kay, I'm coming with you."

Gerald, she'll be okay, I promise. We're well-hidden by The Nox -- (she picks up the plant) -- and the PPU hivemind has offered to help us learn how to sustain ourselves without modern conveniences. She's in very good hands. And, you can contact her anytime through Wad Ahume. (She looks to The Nox woman.) Besides, the tranquility of our new home will be good for her heart. Er, so to speak.

Gerald looks at Helen with concern, but at last he sighs and nods sadly. "Please, Helen, be safe. Kay, try not to throw her into your people's technology. It would completely dumbfound even me, and I've seen some strange things. And do visit us again, soon."

Helen nods and walks over to hug Gerald. He returns her embrace. "Farewell, little one."

"Goodbye, papa. All right, Kay, I'm ready."

[The Doomed Planet of Tollana]

Gerald looks at Helen with concern, but at last he sighs and nods sadly. "Please, Helen, be safe. Kay, try not to throw her into your people's technology. It would completely dumbfound even me, and I've seen some strange things. And do visit us again, soon."

Gerald... how do I explain this... perhaps Wad Ahume can relate an old Tau'ri story about beating swords into ploughshares. It's a parable, Helen, don't worry, no one's touching your sword. Tollana Gamma is now, by necessity, an agrarian society. Most of our technology has been destroyed, in the devastation of our previous home. If anything, Helen could teach us a few things we don't know. Like... (she winks at Helen) ...how to feed goats.

(Kay smiles for a moment, then briefly hugs Gerald.) You're a fine man, sir. I know you've taught her well.

Helen nods and walks over to hug Gerald. He returns her embrace. "Farewell, little one."

"Goodbye, papa. All right, Kay, I'm ready."

(Kay takes a deep breath, and nods to Lya.)

[Herby]

Heh. Heh heh. Kay and Helen sittin' in a tree, K-I-ehhhh-ehhhhh never mind, concussion, definitely a concussion I swear.

[The Nox]

"Goodbye, papa. All right, Kay, I'm ready."

(Kay takes a deep breath, and nods to Lya.)

Lya nods to the two of them and slowly lifts her hands above her head. The three women slowly dematerialize. Within moments, the bar doors open, then close.

[Herby]

"Goodbye, papa. All right, Kay, I'm ready."

(Kay takes a deep breath, and nods to Lya.)

Lya nods to the two of them and slowly lifts her hands above her head. The three women slowly dematerialize. Within moments, the bar doors open, then close.

Uh. Yep. Definitely a concussion. Definitely definitely a concussion. Eh. I really ought to get checked out. Eh. Hey. I could really use a designated rider right now. Any volunteers?

[Whovian Tardisia]

Heh. Heh heh. Kay and Helen sittin' in a tree, K-I-ehhhh-ehhhhh never mind, concussion, definitely a concussion I swear.

As Neville returns with the milk, Out of pure frustration, Pink pulls out his sonic and points it at the sentient automobile. Confetti bursts from the end. Pink sighs. "I suppose it was a weapon in that moment, yes." He mutters whilst looking at the weapons nullifiers. "Can't even turn off his voice chip. I suppose he means well." Pink takes a sip of milk. "Most of the time."

[Wallenburg]

Lya nods to the two of them and slowly lifts her hands above her head. The three women slowly dematerialize. Within moments, the bar doors open, then close.

Almost immediately, a man in military uniform enters the bar. He is dressed in brown and red and carries an officer's cap with gold laurels and the illuminaire standing out proudly on its face. Soon, another military man enters the bar, dressed in green and black and also wearing an illuminaire, but on his breast. They sit down in front of the counter and begin to talk.

"So, yer the new Eastie, eh?" says the man in green. "I suspected you invertebrates would cave and reject that Trevanyika for the nomination."

The man in brown answers in an accent similar to Trevanyika's. "She's a fine woman, Lotusk. She has served us well so far, and I plan to appoint her as my deputy."

"You say that as if you're going to beat me in front of the Grand Council. As to that wench that you Easties like so much, I suppose she's a fine woman if you want an easy piece of--"

"Please, sir, refrain from that kind of talk!"

The man in green is silent for a moment, then completes his thought with a different word. "--legislation."

"Oh, real funny. Bartender, could we get some vodkas over here?"

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Lya nods to the two of them and slowly lifts her hands above her head. The three women slowly dematerialize. Within moments, the bar doors open, then close.

Uh. Yep. Definitely a concussion. Definitely definitely a concussion. Eh. I really ought to get checked out. Eh. Hey. I could really use a designated rider right now. Any volunteers?

"Me! If for no other reason than I been watching my cousin tinker with old cars since I was a kid and I am damned if I can figure out what part o' ya got whacked and concussed while leaving you perfectly able to navigate. So count me in!"

Steph turns to Gerald for a moment.

"I know it seems sudden, but she'll do OK, I think. Knowing she's out helping a people rebuild their lives is better than watching her wither at the hands of a damn myopic, useless bureaucracy, backed by a citizenry that has no fucking comprehension of what, or who, they've casually dismissed."

She claps him on the shoulder and turns toward #53, reaching her hand toward the front portside door. The d-----'s side door.

"If you're concussed, I want the steering wheel in front o' me and the brake pedal at my foot. You understand."

[Herby]

"If you're concussed, I want the steering wheel in front o' me and the brake pedal at my foot. You understand."

Eh. Sure. If you want. C'mon, my friend, after my facelift, I'll buy ya a giant cherry coke at the mini mart.

[Wrapper]

ARI: See, Ahume? Told you. Like sisters.

AHUME: If you say so.

ARI: HEY! You know what would make a fitting ending to this day?

(Ahume's face brightens, he looks toward the karaoke stage... but then sighs.)

AHUME: A nap.

[Ferret Civilization]

As Neville returns with the milk, Out of pure frustration, Pink pulls out his sonic and points it at the sentient automobile. Confetti bursts from the end. Pink sighs. "I suppose it was a weapon in that moment, yes." He mutters whilst looking at the weapons nullifiers. "Can't even turn off his voice chip. I suppose he means well." Pink takes a sip of milk. "Most of the time."

Furettium thanked Pink for the milk as they watched the situation continue on, chuckling a bit at the failed attempt to silence Herby and as the goodbye continued along. He took a drink of his milk,

"Well, to better beginnings then.

May the path ahead always be bright,
And the best of the highest right shine through.

For the greater good of all individuals,
Tomorrow calls out for a trail to follow.

Good luck to all of you,
Future tales are awaiting."

[Imperium Anglorum]

Parsons, who is covered in dust, gets a drink and starts talking with the bartender about how he's dug up some of the old archived Jolt papers and put them into the printed World Assembly resolutions book.

[The Silver Sentinel]

A cloaked mysterious figure walks in the door. (sorry I suck at roleplay, that is usually why I avoid posting in this thread)

"You may have been misinformed Cyril. Back when we were using Jolt, we were still under the jurisdiction of that organization we are not supposed to breathe a word about under penalty of permanent defenestration."

[Imperium Anglorum]

A cloaked mysterious figure walks in the door. (sorry I suck at roleplay, that is usually why I avoid posting in this thread)

"You may have been misinformed Cyril. Back when we were using Jolt, we were still under the jurisdiction of that organization we are not supposed to breathe a word about under penalty of permanent defenestration."

Parsons: Go to the bookstore and check the latest version of the Passed Resolutions book. Check the first resolution and look at the footnote at the bottom. (to everyone) Also! Does anyone happen to know if the transcripts for the debate on Law of the Sea (the original one) still exist somewhere? I can't find them in the Ermarian archives.

[Wrapper]

A cloaked mysterious figure walks in the door. (sorry I suck at roleplay, that is usually why I avoid posting in this thread)

"You may have been misinformed Cyril. Back when we were using Jolt, we were still under the jurisdiction of that organization we are not supposed to breathe a word about under penalty of permanent defenestration."

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

[Imperium Anglorum]

A cloaked mysterious figure walks in the door. (sorry I suck at roleplay, that is usually why I avoid posting in this thread)

"You may have been misinformed Cyril. Back when we were using Jolt, we were still under the jurisdiction of that organization we are not supposed to breathe a word about under penalty of permanent defenestration."

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)'.

[Separatist Peoples]

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)'.

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.