The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Abacathea]

Chombers entered the bar and looked for a seat, any seat amidst those scarpering from the debate currently being hosted in the main chambers. Grabbing a bottle of the bar and tossing a gold coin across the room with such force it nearly burrowed into Neville's head he made a beeline for the first friendly ambassador he saw.

[Normlpeople]

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

"Does hiding count as running away?"

[Wrapper]

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

"Does hiding count as running away?"

Both have quite cowardly connotations. Perhaps "abstaining" would be the proper term?

[Kingdom of the Polar Bear]

Aurora walks up and sits at the bar. She is wearing a blouse with a formal skirt and matching flats, Standard business attire for women in the KOPB. "I need some whiskey, straight up, in a shot"

The bartender looked at her strangely,

"What?" Aurora said as she smiled,

"Well, its not everyday that a half Polar Bear and half Human hybrid thing walks up to my bar and orders straight up whiskey." The Bartender said as he handed her her shot glass. She grabbed the glass and drank the yellow beverage in one motion. And said, "Hun, I have been coming in here ever since the KOPB became a WA member back in 2011." She then ordered some food and ate at the bar, listening in on all of the fellow diplomats conversations.

[Snefaldia]

Regarding quietly the exchange between a rather ursine human (or humane ursine depending on the angle and if you'd be drinking heavily, which given that this was a bar was highly likely) and a strange, unfamiliar person called The Bartender, a sloshed Wemiya Tarku winked (in a way that she felt was salacious but, due to her deepening state of inebriation, resembled the action of a water-starved mollusk caught at low tide) at Neville.

"Ja hire a new azzzzzziztant Nevvy love?" The words seemed to be sliding out of her mouth all on their own. "An, an, an, an, whoze this, whoze this, whoze this... uh. Bearosapien. Yeah? Thinkgss zhe's weird-looking. Ain't see weird in here, no siree. Nevv-neville-nevvy, didncha have a draaaaaahgon livin' in that clozzzzzzet?"

She lifted a painted nail from her glass of gin and pointed in the general direction of a small, dark door, and also at boxes of liquor, and also a the wainscoting, and then back to the door.

"A draginn. S'wat I heard."

[Applebania]

Claire enters the bar.
"Helix! I need a drink or twelve with how things are going at the Voting Chamber."

[Ardchoille]

"Ja hire a new azzzzzziztant Nevvy love?" The words seemed to be sliding out of her mouth all on their own. "An, an, an, an, whoze this, whoze this, whoze this... uh. Bearosapien. Yeah? Thinkgss zhe's weird-looking. Ain't see weird in here, no siree. Nevv-neville-nevvy, didncha have a draaaaaahgon livin' in that clozzzzzzet?"

"I believe it's Ms Aurora," Neville said. "I may not remember faces -- at least, not if I met them during that terrible time I'd rather not talk about -- but I never forget the drink that goes with them. And yes, dear Wemiya, there was a dragon. A little white one. But he grew up."

Neville looked a little sad as he remembered the tiny Randomean who had caused so much trouble, but so much joy (though he'd never worked out what physical process had given the beastie the right to call him "Daddy"). But even in the midst of his nostalgia he worked on automatically, dispensing drinks with a speed that made some think of the many-armed goddess Kali, some recall fondly the octopus that had once played in the Bar's rafters, and some just assume that the BarLord was having a good day.

Which he wasn't. The new chandelier he was so proud of -- the one he had carefully obtained by low fraud and vile deception, not to mention taking advantage of a relatively innocent customer -- was giving him a blinding headache. But there was no way in the world he was going to admit that. Wincing, he donned his new sunglasses and swallowed two more of the pills that Dicey Reilly had assured him were an old Ardchoillean folk remedy.

Funny, he could swear he heard seagulls.

[Wrapper]

We are we are we are we are
We are the Wads of Wrap
We can we can we can we can
We cannot give a crap
We'll drink and drink and drink again
So come along with us
For we don't give a damn for any old man
Who don't give a damn for us

[Defwa]

Angela marches through the door, her pumps clacking loudly against the hard floor.
She leans against the bar in her usual fashions and orders, "Three handles of vodka to go. Do you think I could rent your barback? I'm going to need a better assistant than my regular intern with all the door to dooring Auralia's new face is making me do."

[Normlpeople]

Both have quite cowardly connotations. Perhaps "abstaining" would be the proper term?

Clover smiled "I like it. I am beginning to see however, that there is no victory to be had in there, and there is no shame from retreating from an unwinnable battle. Especially when that retreat takes you to a place with so much fine Whisky to try."

[Rotwood]

"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.

Jericho chuckles
"Felicia referred to an iredea as 'salad' in parliament, and I challenged another MP to a duel with water pistols. This is our, ahem, punishment."

[Hakio]

"Hey ho, there goes Repeal GAR#2,
It feels so good now that's all through.
Now thing can go back to how they used to be,
Just like a liberation, it's defeat has set us all free."

Sia finishes her song and sits by the bar.
"In the mood of celebration, I think I'll order... shots of tequila! That sounds divine."

[Applebania]

Claire sips her pint of beer in a rather sombre mood.

[Separatist Peoples]

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.

Jericho chuckles
"Felicia referred to an iredea as 'salad' in parliament, and I challenged another MP to a duel with water pistols. This is our, ahem, punishment."

"A duel with water pistols? That got you fired reassigned?! What, did you hook yours up to a fire hydrant?"

[Defwa]

Claire sips her pint of beer in a rather sombre mood.

Angela sits by Claire, drink already in hand.
"You did better than anyone else. I swear, the delegates must be asleep of late."

[Hakio]

Claire sips her pint of beer in a rather sombre mood.

Moderately intoxicated, Sia hands the Applebanian ambassador a shot of tequila.
"What's wrong with you?"

[Applebania]

"Yeah, but with the shit that went down over the whole Repeal GAR #2 fiasco, sometimes you just need a freaking drink."

[Hakio]

"Yeah, but with the shit that went down over the whole Repeal GAR #2 fiasco, sometimes you just need a freaking drink."

"Indeed, but you know Aralla was really in the wrong and you can't blame Door-io for doin' what he did in there. Another shot, bartender!"

[Applebania]

"Yeah, but with the shit that went down over the whole Repeal GAR #2 fiasco, sometimes you just need a freaking drink."

"Indeed, but you know Aralla was really in the wrong and you can't blame Door-io for doin' what he did in there. Another shot, bartender!"

"Hey, I'm not Mr Russell's biggest fan (In fact, if he ever steps foot in the WA again, I'm probably going to have him arrested), but I still think that the Dourian delegacy's actions were uncalled for!"
She pauses a bit. A smile creeps upon her face.
"Even if they confirm that he was a brilliant, evil bastard even more than Liberate St Abaddon."

[Franxico]

Vicente Fernández walks into the bar, removes his sombrero, and places it on the hat rack by the door. He orders a pint of Bohemia Obscura and a shot of tequila, then takes them to a corner table where he hopes he will not be noticed. He has many things to think about.

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

Lord Richard Whittingrey, escaping from a temporal mishap, re-entered the bar, dressed in yet another wonderful velvet cloak and with a silvery wig that scraped on the ceiling and had several paper aeroplanes nesting in it. He was not at all sure that he had exited the bar yet, and felt inclined to look for himself.

His attentions, however, were distracted as he noticed that there was a cactus going round nailing people. He looked affronted, and said, in a surprisingly loud voice and to nobody in particular, "What's all this then?"

By a remarkable coincidence, the Ausitorian ambassador had slipped precisely one year forward through time from precisely one year previously. Glancing at a newspaper paper aeroplane that was flying through the air and correctly divining the date from it, he let out a squawk of annoyance and disappeared back into a time-stream in a puff of smoke.

[Cardoness]

Lord Richard Whittingrey, escaping from a temporal mishap, re-entered the bar, dressed in yet another wonderful velvet cloak and with a silvery wig that scraped on the ceiling and had several paper aeroplanes nesting in it. He was not at all sure that he had exited the bar yet, and felt inclined to look for himself.

His attentions, however, were distracted as he noticed that there was a cactus going round nailing people. He looked affronted, and said, in a surprisingly loud voice and to nobody in particular, "What's all this then?"

By a remarkable coincidence, the Ausitorian ambassador had slipped precisely one year forward through time from precisely one year previously. Glancing at a newspaper paper aeroplane that was flying through the air and correctly divining the date from it, he let out a squawk of annoyance and disappeared back into a time-stream in a puff of smoke.

Lord Andreas steps up to the bar waving smoke out of his face. He takes a large book with a red cover out of a warn brown satchel and sets it on the bar, being mindful of the numerus small lakes of spilled drinks. He opened it to a page about a third the way through and started skimming the pages as if looking for the place he left off when the barkeep walked up. A scotch, neat, please. He turned a few pages, found what he was looking for and started reading while sipping his drink.

[Normlpeople]

"Felicia referred to an iredea as 'salad' in parliament, and I challenged another MP to a duel with water pistols. This is our, ahem, punishment."

"Water pistols? Such a duel would have been fun, should you follow Ambassador Bell's idea and fight to win. There must be no humor in your parliament. From what I've seen of their dis-functionality in the examples I have seen, I'm glad we don't have one. In any case, I do wonder if I am the only one foolish enough to have agreed to come here.

[Kingdom of the Polar Bear]

Regarding quietly the exchange between a rather ursine human (or humane ursine depending on the angle and if you'd be drinking heavily, which given that this was a bar was highly likely) and a strange, unfamiliar person called The Bartender, a sloshed Wemiya Tarku winked (in a way that she felt was salacious but, due to her deepening state of inebriation, resembled the action of a water-starved mollusk caught at low tide) at Neville.

"Ja hire a new azzzzzziztant Nevvy love?" The words seemed to be sliding out of her mouth all on their own. "An, an, an, an, whoze this, whoze this, whoze this... uh. Bearosapien. Yeah? Thinkgss zhe's weird-looking. Ain't see weird in here, no siree. Nevv-neville-nevvy, didncha have a draaaaaahgon livin' in that clozzzzzzet?"

She lifted a painted nail from her glass of gin and pointed in the general direction of a small, dark door, and also at boxes of liquor, and also a the wainscoting, and then back to the door.

"A draginn. S'wat I heard."

Aurora looked at the being with a strange look, "Are you talking to me?" she said.

[Rotwood]

"Felicia referred to an iredea as 'salad' in parliament, and I challenged another MP to a duel with water pistols. This is our, ahem, punishment."

"Water pistols? Such a duel would have been fun, should you follow Ambassador Bell's idea and fight to win. There must be no humor in your parliament. From what I've seen of their dis-functionality in the examples I have seen, I'm glad we don't have one. In any case, I do wonder if I am the only one foolish enough to have agreed to come here.

Jericho chuckles
"I think I might have been slightly inebriated and totally frustrated that day, and it was during a serious discussion. For what it's worth, my colleague took up the challenge five days later and I lost..."