The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Herby]

Herby putters in, a couple of audiobooks on CD tucked safely in the passenger's seat.

*Erika rips off her top*

Sigh. Why oh why am I always attracted to the slutty ones?

"So may that be," says Gerald angrily, "but my argument has feet below its shoulders regardless. Our own delegation did nothing to sway the results of the vote on our condemnation."

Which condemnation are you talking about? It isn't the one for that poor, poor region that just so coincidentally shares a name with the WA, is it?

[Wallenburg]

Herby putters in, a couple of audiobooks on CD tucked safely in the passenger's seat.

*Erika rips off her top*

Sigh. Why oh why am I always attracted to the slutty ones?

"So may that be," says Gerald angrily, "but my argument has feet below its shoulders regardless. Our own delegation did nothing to sway the results of the vote on our condemnation."

Which condemnation are you talking about? It isn't the one for that poor, poor region that just so coincidentally shares a name with the WA, is it?

"Nay, rather speak I of that bastard libel against mine own country--if thou mayest decorate that with such an official title as 'condemnation'."

[Wadden-Amrum]

Herby putters in, a couple of audiobooks on CD tucked safely in the passenger's seat.


Sigh. Why oh why am I always attracted to the slutty ones?


Which condemnation are you talking about? It isn't the one for that poor, poor region that just so coincidentally shares a name with the WA, is it?

"Nay, rather speak I of that bastard libel against mine own country--if thou mayest decorate that with such an official title as 'condemnation'."

OOC:
Why is Gerald speaking like a medieval person?

[Herby]

"Nay, rather speak I of that bastard libel against mine own country--if thou mayest decorate that with such an official title as 'condemnation'."

Oh yes, I heard something about that. Some nonsense about you killing an ambassador, was it? Funny, I must admit, you don't look like the sort of fellow who would hurt a fly. Unless of course it got squashed on your windshield, but that doesn't count of course.

[Wallenburg]

"Nay, rather speak I of that bastard libel against mine own country--if thou mayest decorate that with such an official title as 'condemnation'."

OOC:
Why is Gerald speaking like a medieval person?

OOC: He's getting drunk, and he's 137 years old.

"Nay, rather speak I of that bastard libel against mine own country--if thou mayest decorate that with such an official title as 'condemnation'."

Oh yes, I heard something about that. Some nonsense about you killing an ambassador, was it? Funny, I must admit, you don't look like the sort of fellow who would hurt a fly. Unless of course it got squashed on your windshield, but that doesn't count of course.

"Not myself," said Gerald, shaking his head. "No, if such lies had been against myself they should not have insulted me so. But the slanderous charges were layed against the reputation of a woman, my daughter by all manners apparent. I can tolerate attacks on myself, or combat them in good fashion, but to attack my comrades is to unleash monstrosity from the chains I so carefully bind it by."

[Herby]

"Not myself," said Gerald, shaking his head. "No, if such lies had been against myself they should not have insulted me so. But the slanderous charges were layed against the reputation of a woman, my daughter by all manners apparent. I can tolerate attacks on myself, or combat them in good fashion, but to attack my comrades is to unleash monstrosity from the chains I so carefully bind it by."

Wait, that drunk little who-- er, that young lady with the fake sword on her back? That's your daughter? I thought she said her father was dead.

[Elke and Elba]

OLAFSEN:
*Hic* I swear Neville mops the floor every single day with kegs of Bavarian beer and bottles of Krug. I feel dr-*hic*-unk. Did I just called Alethea Norrland Moreland just now? *Hic* I don't know!

(the Hon. Gabriel Dzichpol enters the Bar)

DZICHPOL:
Ah, there you are. Alethea said you've arrived, but I couldn't find you anywhere. Even in the female toilets where drunkards usually reside. Guess you didn't drink so much eh?

OLAFSEN:
*Hic* I didn't! *Hic*

DZICHPOL:
Ah well, whatevs. I need to fly back to the Elba to takeover my ministry - interestingly they got me to become their Foreign Minister despite serving as an ambassador of a foreign and once-hostile land to them. I guess time fades everything eh?

(Ambassador Dzichpol sighs as he tries to haul Ambassador Olafsen out, they fade out and exit the bar whilst Dzichpol shouts 'damn you and your muscles and your beer' every few ten seconds or so.)

[Wrapper]

(Ahume joins Erika on the bar and dances with her. Ari and Arya just laugh and shake their heads at their strange countryman. After all these years, Ahume's behavior still amazes Ari. How can a guy who's so paralyzed by fear whenever he needs to speak in an official capacity, be so outgoing and nutty and charismatic once the music is turned on?)

Sigh. Why oh why am I always attracted to the slutty ones?

Isn't it obvious? All of us, at one level or another-- (he smiles and points to Ahume) --are attracted to the slutty ones. Whether we admit it or not.

[Wallenburg]

"Not myself," said Gerald, shaking his head. "No, if such lies had been against myself they should not have insulted me so. But the slanderous charges were layed against the reputation of a woman, my daughter by all manners apparent. I can tolerate attacks on myself, or combat them in good fashion, but to attack my comrades is to unleash monstrosity from the chains I so carefully bind it by."

Wait, that drunk little who-- er, that young lady with the fake sword on her back? That's your daughter? I thought she said her father was dead.

Gerald had a mind to trash the car for what it had almost said, but he left it be. "Aye, her father of blood died before he could even indulge himself one look upon her. But her father of spirit and time--myself--lives on. And that sabre is most honest and sharp, 'tis no pretender."

[Ferret Civilization]

Furettium took in everything that was happening around the bar now, he was pretty sure he got some things down. Though Gerald seemed to be full of surprises still.

Gerald had a mind to trash the car for what it had almost said, but he left it be. "Aye, her father of blood died before he could even indulge himself one look upon her. But her father of spirit and time--myself--lives on. And that sabre is most honest and sharp, 'tis no pretender."

Seeing Gerald like that for a moment scared him a little, since he was his only defense from getting thrown out the window again. "Is there some special history with that sword?"

[Herby]

Gerald had a mind to trash the car for what it had almost said, but he left it be. "Aye, her father of blood died before he could even indulge himself one look upon her. But her father of spirit and time--myself--lives on. And that sabre is most honest and sharp, 'tis no pretender."

Herby rolled his headlights a bit. Yet another delusional fool who doesn't acknowledge the power of the weapons nullifier.

Yeah, cool story, pops. Anyway. Uh, have you seen the ferret around anywhere?

[Herby]

Oh, Furettium, there you are. Got your audiobook right here. Hope it's not too heavy for you, twelve CDs in all.

[Renewed Imperial Germany]

"Lets make the most of the night like we're gonna die young...."
Erika continues singing.

[Wallenburg]

Furettium took in everything that was happening around the bar now, he was pretty sure he got some things down. Though Gerald seemed to be full of surprises still.

Gerald had a mind to trash the car for what it had almost said, but he left it be. "Aye, her father of blood died before he could even indulge himself one look upon her. But her father of spirit and time--myself--lives on. And that sabre is most honest and sharp, 'tis no pretender."

Seeing Gerald like that for a moment scared him a little, since he was his only defense from getting thrown out the window again. "Is there some special history with that sword?"

Gerald nodded. "A particularly bloody one. Her father had been in the Red Army, commanding a troop of infantrymen. At the Battle of the Otis--the battle most crucial to the survival of the unborn Republic--his troop found itself trapped between the river Otis and exploding shells. The imperialist scum mowed down his men like cattle. He and his comrades fought valiantly, and he met pale Death with himself stationed at an abandoned artillery piece, shelling the enemies of the people until an Imperial bullet tore through his heart. He had worn the sword my Helen now carries. After his comrades buried him, they were sure to see that the sword arrive to his wife, along with a few letters he never managed to send back home. It's all Ambassador Trevanyika has of her father--of a man she has never known but knows fought for her right to a better life." Gerald leaned back in his chair, rubbing his head. "I guess that's it, then. Does that help?"

[Ferret Civilization]

Oh, Furettium, there you are. Got your audiobook right here. Hope it's not too heavy for you, twelve CDs in all.

"Oh, good." Furettium looked at Herby, not sure if he had to get them or not from somewhere. "Um?"

Gerald nodded. "A particularly bloody one. Her father had been in the Red Army, commanding a troop of infantrymen. At the Battle of the Otis--the battle most crucial to the survival of the unborn Republic--his troop found itself trapped between the river Otis and exploding shells. The imperialist scum mowed down his men like cattle. He and his comrades fought valiantly, and he met pale Death with himself stationed at an abandoned artillery piece, shelling the enemies of the people until an Imperial bullet tore through his heart. He had worn the sword my Helen now carries. After his comrades buried him, they were sure to see that the sword arrive to his wife, along with a few letters he never managed to send back home. It's all Ambassador Trevanyika has of her father--of a man she has never known but knows fought for her right to a better life." Gerald leaned back in his chair, rubbing his head. "I guess that's it, then. Does that help?"

"Yes." He looked back at Gerald, "History is important, very valuable." He smiled and nodded, "And that is quite a history. It must make your people proud to have such a thing."

[Wallenburg]

"Less pride flows from our wounds than you may imagine, Ambassador," said Gerald sadly. "It's hard to feel proud in our victories when so many died for them."

OOC: I'm a vicious worldbuilder.

[Herby]

"Yes." He looked back at Gerald, "History is important, very valuable." He smiled and nodded, "And that is quite a history. It must make your people proud to have such a thing."

Ain't that the truth.

Anyway, speaking of history, got your CDs. Go through the window. No, no, chill out, little dude, not the bar window, my passenger's side window. See? Right on the front seat.

You know if you want, I could take you cruising for awhile. Got a built-in CD player, I could give you a few of my own observations as we listen. I got time to kill and....

He looks at Erika dancing on the bar with the Wrapperian.

And, I just... need to get out and get some fresh air for a bit.

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled warily into the Strangers' Bar, having been gone for quite a long time. He saw his favorite booth still sitting in the corner and happily plopped down, taking a drink from a passed out ambassador nearby. Without his translator who he had left chained in his office he couldn't understand what was being said around him, but the OBM still hadn't fixed the WA's Universal translator to include Walrussian.

[Ferret Civilization]

"Less pride flows from our wounds than you may imagine, Ambassador," said Gerald sadly. "It's hard to feel proud in our victories when so many died for them."

Furettium looked at him while cautiously walking over to Herby, "I'm sorry, my people have never had a war. Or lost for a cause." He climbed up into the window of Herby, and grabbed the audiobooks.

You know if you want, I could take you cruising for awhile. Got a built-in CD player, I could give you a few of my own observations as we listen. I got time to kill and....

"No." He said as he climbed back down, "Thanks for offer, but I'll press my luck here a little longer."

[Separatist Peoples]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled warily into the Strangers' Bar, having been gone for quite a long time. He saw his favorite booth still sitting in the corner and happily plopped down, taking a drink from a passed out ambassador nearby. Without his translator who he had left chained in his office he couldn't understand what was being said around him, but the OBM still hadn't fixed the WA's Universal translator to include Walrussian.

Bell gets up and hands Walter his own Universal Translator. "You can have my spot. It's getting loud at the bar, anyway. I suggest buying the topless lady a bottle of something strong."

Bell settles himself in a corner where the noise is a little less jarring.

[The Wary Walrus]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled warily into the Strangers' Bar, having been gone for quite a long time. He saw his favorite booth still sitting in the corner and happily plopped down, taking a drink from a passed out ambassador nearby. Without his translator who he had left chained in his office he couldn't understand what was being said around him, but the OBM still hadn't fixed the WA's Universal translator to include Walrussian.

Bell gets up and hands Walter his own Universal Translator. "You can have my spot. It's getting loud at the bar, anyway. I suggest buying the topless lady a bottle of something strong."

Bell settles himself in a corner where the noise is a little less jarring.

Walter gratefully accepted the Translator and attached it to one of his tusks.

Thanks for that! I can't seem to get the WAHQ's OBM to include Walrussian in their official database, so I'm forced to bring around a human translator everywhere I go. No offense to your species of course but he isn't particularly bright.

Walter downed his drink and eyed the bar greedily, wondering if Neville still stocked any One Big Island beer.

[Herby]

"No." He said as he climbed back down, "Thanks for offer, but I'll press my luck here a little longer."

No sweat, my friend. If you ever want a ride, just let me know.

Bell settles himself in a corner where the noise is a little less jarring.

Hope you're happy. And no I'm not talking about your new resolution.

[Renewed Imperial Germany]

Walter the Wary Walrus waddled warily into the Strangers' Bar, having been gone for quite a long time. He saw his favorite booth still sitting in the corner and happily plopped down, taking a drink from a passed out ambassador nearby. Without his translator who he had left chained in his office he couldn't understand what was being said around him, but the OBM still hadn't fixed the WA's Universal translator to include Walrussian.

Bell gets up and hands Walter his own Universal Translator. "You can have my spot. It's getting loud at the bar, anyway. I suggest buying the topless lady a bottle of something strong."

Bell settles himself in a corner where the noise is a little less jarring.

"Pfffft.... really? Leaving? If you didn't wanna come why did you pay for a ticket?!"

[Separatist Peoples]

"No." He said as he climbed back down, "Thanks for offer, but I'll press my luck here a little longer."

No sweat, my friend. If you ever want a ride, just let me know.

Bell settles himself in a corner where the noise is a little less jarring.

Hope you're happy. And no I'm not talking about your new resolution.

"With what?" Bell calls back. "What the hell have I done to offend you so, that you'd criticize me offering my space to an ambassador in need? Or to have you insinuate to the weasel that I'm somehow untrustworthy? I overheard that earlier, you know.

"No, perhaps I would just prefer to drink around those who don't feel like disparaging me?"

[Herby]

No sweat, my friend. If you ever want a ride, just let me know.


Hope you're happy. And no I'm not talking about your new resolution.

"With what?" Bell calls back. "What the hell have I done to offend you so, that you'd criticize me offering my space to an ambassador in need? Or to have you insinuate to the weasel that I'm somehow untrustworthy? I overheard that earlier, you know.

"No, perhaps I would just prefer to drink around those who don't feel like disparaging me?"

Herby's engine revs a little. It sounds like a chuckle.

Okay, okay, Bennie, you're right, so just, just chill a bit. Just, you know. Just keep your liquids of indeterminate toxicity away from my fuel filler.

He turns to watch Erika dance and sing on the bar.

And that goes for the ferret, too. Unless it's warm milk. He's made only good decisions so far and except for the silly old man, everyone's treated him like roadkill. It ain't right.

He watches Erika some more, then turns toward Bell.

Deal, Ambassador? Or is there something you want in return? I'd offer you an audiobook of my nation's history but I just lent it out. Sorry.