The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Tinfect]

"I highly doubt that there's any chance of that, and you also know what I suspect of him. Could you perhaps send an official inquiry to your home nation, to ask about whether they know why some strange foreign entities - much stranger than myself - might be asking about him by name?"

"Of course." Markhov said, "But, what entities are inquiring?"

[Imperium Anglorum]

"They cans get past your fence an' steal your creams and tunas and best sleeping spots?"

OOC: I almost read this as fishing spots. The Draynor village botting is real!

[Whovian Tardisia]

OOC:
as I apparently managed to edit the apology out of the other post as well, I'll put it here... I am sorry I just sort of abandoned that, it wasn't intentional.

No worries. They ran off eventually, and I implied that something went wrong. If it comes up again you're free to decide whether to explain or not. Communication across several star systems takes awhile, after all, and that Fleet's probably got bigger concerns right now.

With a gesture not dissimilar to a half-hearted salute, Ambassador Pink returned to his booth, acknowledging the privacy the language change implied. No sooner had he sat down, however, did a buzzing noise come from his pocket. Pulling out a device similar to that attached to the drone, he began to speak into it.
"Hello? Ah. Not good, then. Here? Well I suppose that makes sense. Coincidentally, there's someone here who... Yes. They're busy right now... hang on." He went to the window, and pointed a different device at the courtyard below, before turning it to the phone. "Coordinates. Yes, the temporal one's missing, I'll text it when they're free. No problem. Make sure to check in with tracking, they're- You have, good. See you soon then. Tell him they're on me. Bye!"
By this point he was back at the booth. He turned to Sarah. "Incident report forms, Bureaucratic Nonsense folder, if you would be so kind. Gang's coming 'round."

[Potted Plants United]

"Of course." Markhov said, "But, what entities are inquiring?"

"They're the source or some of the technology of a friend of one of my allies, I've never met them in person myself. The request for information came through that chain of acquaintancies, as well."

[Skylus]

Madi was hanging out by the TARDIS' doors, merely watching a few ambassadors talk about a "Imperium", whatever that was.
She turned to face the doors and to any passerby, it would appear as if she was talking to the box itself.
However, she was actually speaking to the TARDIS.
"Any idea of what's going on? Oh, and what do you think of the Doctor being a woman?"

[Windalorianan]

Madi was hanging out by the TARDIS' doors, merely watching a few ambassadors talk about a "Imperium", whatever that was.
She turned to face the doors and to any passerby, it would appear as if she was talking to the box itself.
However, she was actually speaking to the TARDIS.
"Any idea of what's going on? Oh, and what do you think of the Doctor being a woman?"

Alasse, wearing a pale green tunic and skirt of simple design but high quality, entered as the young woman asked her questions. With a slow blink of shock (as elves find asking direct questions rude), she pauses. "I see you, ambassador. I do not know what is going on. I have no opinion on your doctors. I believe it is the law that gender is no bar to profession in the Assembly, even for physicians."

[Sierra Lyricalia]

... But aside from that, I was wondering if you could perhaps help me to decipher something of a mystery; why would certain people who I'm quite sure have never had any dealings with the Imperium be asking me for a character reference of one of your countrymen? I'll display the name on the smartphone screen for you."

The screen read, using Marrov alphabet: Illaren Errent.

Markhov considered questioning what, exactly, a smart-phone is, or how a rudimentary communications device could have Intelligence in the first place, no matter how vaguely defined. Such questions were immediately abolished, however, when the name appeared on the screen. He recognized it, almost, and its mention seemed quite important for some reason...

Ooh! Ooh! Does this mean we're back up and running?!?

goes to look... finds nothing...

Oh. Oh well.

Leo lifts his head off of the arm it was resting on, and unbends his spine from sprawling over the table. He winces with pain for a moment, but stands up without groaning too loudly when his back gives a <creeeak> loud enough for several nearby patrons to hear. He takes his phone from the pocket of his suit pants and fiddles with it briefly, before giving a very small nod and putting it away again. He trundles over toward Steph.

"Good day, madam ambassador! Join me for a mimosa?"

Steph looks at him askance. "Hell, it's your liver. Uh, apple cider in mine, not OJ. So... Any particular occasion?"

Leo grins. "The sun has come up! Is that not sufficient occasion for you? You realize spending all your waking hours in darkness won't make you an immortal vampire or give you protomolecule powers." He raises an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"

Steph grins back. "At least I don't hop around on horseback hoping some time traveler will take pity on me and send me back to 1876 or whatever."

"Bah."

[Skylus]

Madi was hanging out by the TARDIS' doors, merely watching a few ambassadors talk about a "Imperium", whatever that was.
She turned to face the doors and to any passerby, it would appear as if she was talking to the box itself.
However, she was actually speaking to the TARDIS.
"Any idea of what's going on? Oh, and what do you think of the Doctor being a woman?"

Alasse, wearing a pale green tunic and skirt of simple design but high quality, entered as the young woman asked her questions. With a slow blink of shock (as elves find asking direct questions rude), she pauses. "I see you, ambassador. I do not know what is going on. I have no opinion on your doctors. I believe it is the law that gender is no bar to profession in the Assembly, even for physicians."

Madi blinked in response.
"...Who are you?"
She looked the elf up and down and continued.
"You must be new here. I guess. The Doctor I was referring to is a time traveler, you might have met Pink before, basically they're both Time-Lords, which means that if they die, they regenerate into a new person, but keep their previous incarnation's memories. The Doctor was always a man, but now, for...uh...her 13th regeneration, she's a woman."

[Whovian Tardisia]

snip

As Sarah approached the box, she looked quizzically at the young witch. "I doubt you'll get much out of her." she mused, fumbling for her key. "She's more... subtle than that." With that, Sarah entered the box, shutting the door behind her.

The visual interface bit was an exceptional circumstance. I hadn't posted in a while and was playing with ideas. She doesn't do that often, so Sarah's never seen it. Personally, I'm quite excited to see what 13 will bring.

[Skylus]

Yeaaahhh....13 might be good, we shall see.

[Naqil]

Ixhua wanders into the bar and plops down in the nearest seat with an audible "bluh." "I need something that will get me drunk and keep me that way," she says to the bartender. "This day just is not going the way I had hoped it would."

[Bruke]

Ixhua wanders into the bar and plops down in the nearest seat with an audible "bluh." "I need something that will get me drunk and keep me that way," she says to the bartender. "This day just is not going the way I had hoped it would."

Ambassador Nega waved hello to his fellow ambassador. When last the two spoke, they were having a fascinating conversation comparing their two countries' histories.

[Tinfect]

"Of course." Markhov said, "But, what entities are inquiring?"

"They're the source or some of the technology of a friend of one of my allies, I've never met them in person myself. The request for information came through that chain of acquaintancies, as well."

"I see." Markhov would have been lying if he'd said that he didn't suspect that the Hivemind was not quite telling the truth with that; but he had come rather too far to distrust the Hivemind now. "Well, I am afraid I cannot imagine why any foreign entity would be asking about him, if not for his brief deployment here. I will certainly send this inquiry, however; I am quite interested to know the answer myself, I must admit."

[Naqil]

Ambassador Nega waved hello to his fellow ambassador. When last the two spoke, they were having a fascinating conversation comparing their two countries' histories.

Ixhua waves back in a rather limp and uninspired way. "So. I am officially still stuck in the metaphorical doghouse," she says with the air of someone about to start working up to a good rant. "I don't know why- there were people with much greater offenses than mine who've all been forgiven- but what is is what is, and what is is I'm still stuck here rolling my eyes at all you WA folks."

[Potted Plants United]

"I see." Markhov would have been lying if he'd said that he didn't suspect that the Hivemind was not quite telling the truth with that; but he had come rather too far to distrust the Hivemind now. "Well, I am afraid I cannot imagine why any foreign entity would be asking about him, if not for his brief deployment here. I will certainly send this inquiry, however; I am quite interested to know the answer myself, I must admit."

"I doubt it has anything to do with him having been here back then, but rather to do with something much more recent and "close to home", so to say," the hivemind said, "but could you add to the inquiry that I will sooner rather than later provide the information to my distant acquaintances anyway, based on my dealings with him, if your people should decide to be dragging their heels with an answer. But I will wait for a sensible time to let them deal with the unavoidable bureaucracy."

[Tinfect]

"I doubt it has anything to do with him having been here back then, but rather to do with something much more recent and "close to home", so to say," the hivemind said, "but could you add to the inquiry that I will sooner rather than later provide the information to my distant acquaintances anyway, based on my dealings with him, if your people should decide to be dragging their heels with an answer. But I will wait for a sensible time to let them deal with the unavoidable bureaucracy."

Markhov nodded and produced a rather dense looking form from his coat, "Yes, speak of the bureaucracy..." he said with a sigh, "But I will be certain to add that to the inquiry. I am afraid, however, that it may be the case that Intelligence does not respond to it for some time, given the current circumstances, regardless of any assurances on your part."

[Potted Plants United]

Markhov nodded and produced a rather dense looking form from his coat, "Yes, speak of the bureaucracy..." he said with a sigh, "But I will be certain to add that to the inquiry. I am afraid, however, that it may be the case that Intelligence does not respond to it for some time, given the current circumstances, regardless of any assurances on your part."

"Let me guess, they're busy looking for someone to blame for letting a Subspace Barrier-passing spaceship end up in the hands of the enemy?"

On the table, the Chief Inshpekshuuner polished off the last of the fish from the can and then sat back, starting to groom himself.

[Bruke]

Ambassador Nega waved hello to his fellow ambassador. When last the two spoke, they were having a fascinating conversation comparing their two countries' histories.

Ixhua waves back in a rather limp and uninspired way. "So. I am officially still stuck in the metaphorical doghouse," she says with the air of someone about to start working up to a good rant. "I don't know why- there were people with much greater offenses than mine who've all been forgiven- but what is is what is, and what is is I'm still stuck here rolling my eyes at all you WA folks."

Nega was going to try and say something encouraging, like the good-natured fellow he was, but figured that it was best to stay quiet and let Ixhua blow off some steam.

[Naqil]

"But no," Ixhua continues. "They don't think I'm "sorry enough" to be reassigned back to something useful. I could do great things in Nitch! I learned Nischa, I know their greetings and how their bizarre presidency works. But just because one instructor thought I was leaning too much on my family and less on my own merits..."

[Tinfect]

"Let me guess, they're busy looking for someone to blame for letting a Subspace Barrier-passing spaceship end up in the hands of the enemy?"

"Well, the Ship certainly doesn't pass through the Barrier." said Markhov, "I believe such would be an altogether different problem. Still, you are correct; if a single vessel is unsecured, many more may be awaiting whoever finds them."

On the table, the Chief Inshpekshuuner polished off the last of the fish from the can and then sat back, starting to groom himself.

"Now," said Markhov, turning towards the Cat, "I do hope that was adequate to your tastes?"

[Whovian Tardisia]

Space, near Methuselah:

The Atlas rolled and looped among the Bydo craft, firing off a shot every now and again. It wasn't doing much good; the bolts were a bit too weak to do much damage to the strange, almost organic ships. The console room was a frenzy. Captain Amy Wilson rushed about, trying to dodge incoming projectiles with very limited success. "This isn't working!" came a shout over the internal communications. "I can see that!" was all Captain Wilson could reply before the room was rocked by another hit. "This was a terrible idea!" She added, desperately searching for the stabilizers, trying not to trip over her unconscious Second Mate. "Agreed!" came the voice over the intercom again, as a few more shots rang into the void. "I highly suggest we retreat." he continued. "Suggestion accepted. Dematerializing!" Captain Wilson answered, quickly flipping the Helmic regulator. The ship began to wheeze as it entered the vortex, and First Mate Jack Dawson came running into the console room. Captain Wilson picked up the phone and frantically dialed.

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Back at the Bar:
Ambassador Pink decided that now was as good a time as any. Despite his best attempts to tune it out, he couldn't help but absentmindedly listen to Markhov's conversation. "I'm going to have to re-jig the privacy settings on that matrix", he thought, as he flicked another message out on his communication device. Almost instantly, a familiar wheezing and groaning could be heard from the courtyard below, as a box nearly identical to that which sat under the TV appeared there. As Sarah hurried out the door to meet the new arrivals, Rupert turned to the bar. "Neville, five cups of-" he hesitated, then continued. "not tea, not tea... Coffee, please. Just Americano, if you could."

[New Vragoltinus]

Vernard stumbles into the bar, looking around, his uniform visibly being torn and burnt.

He walks to the bar, collapsing into a seat and groaning.

"Screw my life right now... I'll take a water."

[Naqil]

Vernard stumbles into the bar, looking around, his uniform visibly being torn and burnt.

He walks to the bar, collapsing into a seat and groaning.

"Screw my life right now... I'll take a water."

Ixhua pauses in her complaining to address the newcomer. “If you’re as beat up as you look, you need something stronger than water. Have a beer on me.”

[New Vragoltinus]

Vernard stumbles into the bar, looking around, his uniform visibly being torn and burnt.

He walks to the bar, collapsing into a seat and groaning.

"Screw my life right now... I'll take a water."

Ixhua pauses in her complaining to address the newcomer. “If you’re as beat up as you look, you need something stronger than water. Have a beer on me.”

"I would rather not... The reason I'm like this was from drinking. Y'see, I drank one glass of brandy in my office, then another... And before I knew it I had finished the whole bottle, then everything went black, and I wake up to find a limo through my roof and crashed in my desk, doughnuts are apparently illegal, my pool was filled with chocolate frosting and everyone in the whole government building were dressed like peasants with some random guy calling himself "Steve" saying he was now the king of the country! Next thing everyone's shooting and attacking me so I had to smash the window of the limo, climb in, then climb to the other end poking out the roof, smash the next window, climb through. THEN THERE'S A DIGGER ON MY ROOF, so I climb in that and with people still chasing me, drive it off the roof and into the front garden, run out, barely survive a giant explosion from the digger blowing up, then I came here to try and figure out what the hell I'm gonna do."

After finishing the gigantic rant he sighs

"So yeah, long story short, I screwed myself and I probably shouldn't drink..."

[Industrial West Virginia]

Vernard stumbles into the bar, looking around, his uniform visibly being torn and burnt.

He walks to the bar, collapsing into a seat and groaning.

"Screw my life right now... I'll take a water."

Ixhua pauses in her complaining to address the newcomer. “If you’re as beat up as you look, you need something stronger than water. Have a beer on me.”

Maria Goddard wandered in to the bar, pushing through the crowds of people. She eventually makes her way to the table and sits herself down. She looks at the people around her and sees Ixhua sitting right beside her.

"Good afternoon," She said, not actually quite sure what time of day it was. "How are you today?"

She slams a 10 on the counter. "Beer me."

Universal currency exchange. Cool. she thinks.