The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Rotwood]

Jericho walks into the bar, needing a drink after dealing with some heavy issues back home and needing a relaxing drink before taking on the rabid masses. He notices Cesario laid out on the floor, once again, and then notices the bottle of tequila in his hand
"This would explain why tequila is illegal in Rotwood..."
*Hello Boss, want a drink* Cesario groggily offers the bottle to Jericho.
"Oh, Mel made a translator for you." Jericho takes the bottle and returns it to the Barkeep. He then says something in Rotan into a com, and two Rotan security member come to take their boss back to their quarters. "Dark and Stormy, thanks." Jericho looks around. "Okay, who accidentally poisoned the Rotan delegacy?"

[Wrapper]

(returns to his seat at the bar) You know, someone should really do something about that "for a good time call" phone number written all over the bathroom walls... and the hallways... and the debate chamber... and on the ceilings... and on the ass of that alpaca that just walked by... and....

(OOC: mods alerted)

[Port blood]

Walter E Irdo walks into the strangers bar,being the newest stranger in town,overhearing someone mentioning a good time

Alpacas having a good time? sign me up!

[Mosktopia]

(returns to his seat at the bar) You know, someone should really do something about that "for a good time call" phone number written all over the bathroom walls... and the hallways... and the debate chamber... and on the ceilings... and on the ass of that alpaca that just walked by... and....

(OOC: mods alerted)

We mustn't do that! Those scribblings are valuable works of art, priceless and irreplacible examples of our fine WA culture. Besides, how else will people know about the "Husband Wife Problem Solution molviji" or the "best doll magic spell by aghori baba ji "?

[Sierra Lyricalia]

(returns to his seat at the bar) You know, someone should really do something about that "for a good time call" phone number written all over the bathroom walls... and the hallways... and the debate chamber... and on the ceilings... and on the ass of that alpaca that just walked by... and....

(OOC: mods alerted)

We mustn't do that! Those scribblings are valuable works of art, priceless and irreplacible examples of our fine WA culture. Besides, how else will people know about the "Husband Wife Problem Solution molviji +91-9829118458 ??" or the "best doll magic spell by aghori baba ji +91-9829118458" ?

Nah, but I don't think I want anyone else learning the number for Enemy Kill. Black Magic Specialist. ...on second thought, I want everyone to have that number. Maybe a few of them will spend resources on that instead of, you know, snipers? One can hope.

Anyway. Buy you guys a drink? Or three?

[Port blood]

"Sure,buy me a keg of margaritas!"

Walter gets his straw ready:

"Meanwhile,i had the idea for making funny names for the resolutions that have passed,anyone in for that?"

[Normlpeople]

We mustn't do that! Those scribblings are valuable works of art, priceless and irreplacible examples of our fine WA culture. Besides, how else will people know about the "Husband Wife Problem Solution molviji +91-9829118458 ??" or the "best doll magic spell by aghori baba ji +91-9829118458" ?

Nah, but I don't think I want anyone else learning the number for Enemy Kill. Black Magic Specialist. ...on second thought, I want everyone to have that number. Maybe a few of them will spend resources on that instead of, you know, snipers? One can hope.

Anyway. Buy you guys a drink? Or three?

Clover smiles "I trust only my own magic though." before accepting the offer of a drink "One more couldn't hurt, Right? Just watch the Rotan delegation, They may have had enough..."

[Frustrated Franciscans]

A Robed Man with a tonsure and walking stick steps into the Bar.
"is this the infamous Stranger's Bar? That den of vile infamy in the great festering snake pit? I should hope so, because I could use a drink."
He walks up to the bar. "My good and noble barkeeper," he beings. "Do you know what libation I would prefer?"
Upon hearing a response, the man frowns. "I am a friar, not a monk, and certainly not a Benedictian. Francelico on the Rocks, if you please."

[Rotwood]

Nah, but I don't think I want anyone else learning the number for Enemy Kill. Black Magic Specialist. ...on second thought, I want everyone to have that number. Maybe a few of them will spend resources on that instead of, you know, snipers? One can hope.

Anyway. Buy you guys a drink? Or three?

Clover smiles "I trust only my own magic though." before accepting the offer of a drink "One more couldn't hurt, Right? Just watch the Rotan delegation, They may have had enough..."

Jericho raises an eyebrow "This is my fourth dark and stormy, and I'm feeling fine. On the other hand, someone gave my fellow ambassador and head of security tequila, which is outlawed in Rotwood due to something in the Rotan biology which causes... Well, you saw. Even migrants who have been there for a few years end up having this reaction to tequila." Jericho holds up his drink and smiles. "Cheers."

[Separatist Peoples]

Nah, but I don't think I want anyone else learning the number for Enemy Kill. Black Magic Specialist. ...on second thought, I want everyone to have that number. Maybe a few of them will spend resources on that instead of, you know, snipers? One can hope.

Anyway. Buy you guys a drink? Or three?

"That's like what happens when you use the inter-office phone directory here to call an office with a negative extension. The numbers become ancient runes and all you hear is strange chanting. I think those numbers just reroute you to Dr. Castro's office..."

[Rotwood]

Nah, but I don't think I want anyone else learning the number for Enemy Kill. Black Magic Specialist. ...on second thought, I want everyone to have that number. Maybe a few of them will spend resources on that instead of, you know, snipers? One can hope.

Anyway. Buy you guys a drink? Or three?

"That's like what happens when you use the inter-office phone directory here to call an office with a negative extension. The numbers become ancient runes and all you hear is strange chanting. I think those numbers just reroute you to Dr. Castro's office..."

"Can that get past the nullifiers though?"

[Wrapper]

Saturday night. A much quieter than usual Saturday night. And what a strange week for the Wrapperian delegation, as it has been for most of the Assembly members.

The highs of generosity, prosperity, and goodwill, followed by the lows of... the crash.

How could the world markets be so volatile? How could the fourth-richest stock exchange in the entire world be atomized in the blink of an eye? How can a fortune worth trillions of chewing gums become worthless overnight?

"Eh... sir? Usual."

The halfhearted smile from the bartender says it all. It may be unspoken, but everyone knows, from observing every sullen face, that fortunes have reversed, that many will forego the numerous exotic cocktails and instead wallow in the sadness of fewer, smallish drinks, which in turn will result in smallish tips... or worse. The bartender, of course, has been on his toes for days.

"Oh... er, very sorry, good man, we didn't realize those were ByteCoins. Hang on a moment, please..."

The Wrapperian Ambassador sighs as he digs through his wallet. He has just enough in his pocket for one more drink -- damn that hyperinflation! -- so he's going to have to make it last.

He pays the bartender -- supplementing it, of course, with a very smallish tip -- and checks his watch. Still an hour and a half until the last wormhole home.

There is plenty of time. Plenty of time... plenty of time to make this work, he repeats to himself.

There's so much work to do. His key piece of legislation -- "the one they'll remember us for," he remembers thinking a week ago, on another melancholy Saturday night -- has come under attack. Useless, they called it. Rubbish, they called it. Pointless, and costly, and worthless, they called it.

Worthless.

Another sigh as he checks another empty pocket. Another deep sigh as he contemplates the work in front of him. He says it aloud... because, perhaps if he hears himself say the words, he may actually believe it this time.

"Plenty of time... to make this work."

[Rotwood]

Jericho looks at the Wrapperian Delegate and can't help but laugh
"Mad dra kuut desac numm!"^† he says before knocking back his drink. "Barkeep, another round! Lraanc!"^‡


† translaton: Let the good times roll!
‡ translation: Cheers!

[Rotwood]

Jericho walks in and grabs a full bottle of dark rum
"Screw this, Felicia can deal with the second wave of the shitstorm..."

[Separatist Peoples]

Jericho walks in and grabs a full bottle of dark rum
"Screw this, Felicia can deal with the second wave of the shitstorm..."

Bell stomps in and grabs the bottle of dark rum from Jericho.

"Seniority before...um...people who work with catgirls? Whatever, lets split this bad boy."

[Normlpeople]

Clover enters the bar, noticing Ambassador Jericho inside. She seats herself next to him, ordering a bottle of scotch, and begins drinking "If your Ambassador Felicia comes back from that debate still sane, I will spring for the bottle of Tequila" she said to the Rotan ambassador. Raising her glass, she said simply "Cheers. To victory".

[Wrapper]

Barkeep, Methanol Cocktail, and keep them coming. No no, not much going on next door, really, just a lot of... er... dogs barking. You know, how once one starts barking the rest follow....

[Rotwood]

Clover enters the bar, noticing Ambassador Jericho inside. She seats herself next to him, ordering a bottle of scotch, and begins drinking "If your Ambassador Felicia comes back from that debate still sane, I will spring for the bottle of Tequila" she said to the Rotan ambassador. Raising her glass, she said simply "Cheers. To victory".

Jericho looks at Clover
"I'm not sure she is sane to begin with. And please, I don't want her off work because of tequila again... I wonder if it would cause an international issue though, considering as stated it is considered a poison and illegal in Rotwood."
Jericho takes another swig then hands the bottle to Ambassador Bell

[Defwa]

OOC: I know this isn't the thread for it, but this is the best crowd to ask. I'm working on a nation that will play a world news service and report on events in the WA, international incidents, and so on. But before that I need a logo to attract people and a name to base the logo on. Anyone have clever suggestions?

[Separatist Peoples]

Clover enters the bar, noticing Ambassador Jericho inside. She seats herself next to him, ordering a bottle of scotch, and begins drinking "If your Ambassador Felicia comes back from that debate still sane, I will spring for the bottle of Tequila" she said to the Rotan ambassador. Raising her glass, she said simply "Cheers. To victory".

Jericho looks at Clover
"I'm not sure she is sane to begin with. And please, I don't want her off work because of tequila again... I wonder if it would cause an international issue though, considering as stated it is considered a poison and illegal in Rotwood."
Jericho takes another swig then hands the bottle to Ambassador Bell

"Please, oh please, don't take action on the sweet nectar that is tequila." Bell takes a long draw and passes the bottle back, "Victory? What victory? This place is being shredded by partisan bickering. Abortion and then GAR#2...I haven't seen this many inter-office acid-flinging attacks in months. The smell of seared flesh and butthurt will never go away. None of us is coming out of this victorious."

[Normlpeople]

Jericho looks at Clover
"I'm not sure she is sane to begin with. And please, I don't want her off work because of tequila again... I wonder if it would cause an international issue though, considering as stated it is considered a poison and illegal in Rotwood."
Jericho takes another swig then hands the bottle to Ambassador Bell

"I wouldn't want to cause an international incident, it just looked like she, well, enjoyed it last time. Until the next morning I'm sure"

"Please, oh please, don't take action on the sweet nectar that is tequila." Bell takes a long draw and passes the bottle back, "Victory? What victory? This place is being shredded by partisan bickering. Abortion and then GAR#2...I haven't seen this many inter-office acid-flinging attacks in months. The smell of seared flesh and butthurt will never go away. None of us is coming out of this victorious."

"I agree, but the partisan bickering will never truly go away. I met more along the lines of the current issue.. small victories, for we will never win the war in this snakepit." She takes another sip, finding her glass empty, ordering another. She was drinking quickly and was sure she would regret it. "At the very least, a lot of ambassadors are showing their colors. Perhaps my month of military service won't be so bad compared to this place."

[Rotwood]

Jericho looks at Clover
"I'm not sure she is sane to begin with. And please, I don't want her off work because of tequila again... I wonder if it would cause an international issue though, considering as stated it is considered a poison and illegal in Rotwood."
Jericho takes another swig then hands the bottle to Ambassador Bell

"I wouldn't want to cause an international incident, it just looked like she, well, enjoyed it last time. Until the next morning I'm sure"

"Try five days..."
Jericho takes another swig of rum then passes the bottle

[Separatist Peoples]

"I wouldn't want to cause an international incident, it just looked like she, well, enjoyed it last time. Until the next morning I'm sure"

"Try five days..."
Jericho takes another swig of rum then passes the bottle

"Everybody likes tequila until the sun comes up. Still, she really liked it in the mean time..." Bell takes another swig, keeping the rhythm.

"Ambassador Clover, I assure you from personal experience that there is nothing a member state's military can legally do to a soldier that is as bad as the Snakepit. Excepting the Stranger's Bar, of course."

[Normlpeople]

"Try five days..."
Jericho takes another swig of rum then passes the bottle

Clover smiled "I guess it hits some worse than others. So how did you two end up here anyway?" Turning to Ambassador Bell, she smiled "After surviving the revolution, believe me, I know. I thought I'd seen it all until some of the debates in here" she chuckled.

[Separatist Peoples]

"Try five days..."
Jericho takes another swig of rum then passes the bottle

Clover smiled "I guess it hits some worse than others. So how did you two end up here anyway?" Turning to Ambassador Bell, she smiled "After surviving the revolution, believe me, I know. I thought I'd seen it all until some of the debates in here" she chuckled.

"Running away from the debate. I thought that was why we're all here!"