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by Black Marne » Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:50 pm
by Sovreignry » Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:55 pm
Black Marne wrote:Weebam-Na went to the bar. "One whiskey, Neville. I need to clear my head. Much has seemed to change. Where is the ambassador of Connopolis? Dizyntk?"
by The Andromeda Islands » Tue Jan 10, 2012 12:39 am
by Smullania » Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:38 am
Black Marne wrote:Weebam-Na went to the bar. "One whiskey, Neville. I need to clear my head. Much has seemed to change. Where is the ambassador of Connopolis? Dizyntk?"
by Astro-Malsitari WA Seat » Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:12 am
Black Marne wrote:Weebam-Na went to the bar. "One whiskey, Neville. I need to clear my head. Much has seemed to change. Where is the ambassador of Connopolis? Dizyntk?"
by Invisible Wabbits » Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:59 am
Arbites wrote:Ortega makes his way over to the jukebox and yanks the power cord out of the wall. "Such noise. And what lewd behavior..." He grabs a few empty glasses and throws ice on the floor where David and Bruce are dancing. "Now then, shall we discuss terms of prisoner transfer? Our demands are simple, return the Imperial subjects living in Camp Liberty to our soil."
Finally, he approaches the bar. "Oh, and by the way, the Imperial Truth forbids drinking to excess. We're human, after all."
by The National Front Disco » Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:37 pm
by Dilange » Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:46 pm
The National Front Disco wrote:Finally, the salon is ready for business and the time has arrived for the Grand Opening of the World Assembly's first Nazi Hair Salon.
(Image)
A large sign has been erected in front of the World Assembly HQ to direct customers to the new business. David has flown in a friend from Munich, noted hair-designer Franz Bugstrahlruder, to assist in the shop. Some upbeat techno music is playing softly over the salon's state of the art sound system.
David: "Well, looks like we're ready for business. Why don't you go find Neville and bring him here. I'm sure he'll be thrilled."
Bruce: "Oh I know he will be! I'll go find him and we'll be right back."
Bruce walks to the bar and finds Neville. "Neville, could you come and have a look at something?" he says. The two walk down the hall and on the way Bruce explains, without specifics, that they would like Neville's input on their new business venture. Bruce opens the door and the two walk in.....
Bruce: "So what do you think?"
by Hittanryan » Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:53 pm
Arbites wrote:A smirk crossed the Inquisitor's face. "Yes, you may assume that. I realize this isn't the most appropriate setting, but I thought it was important for some of the wider international community to hear this. I'm sure you'll deny everything, as per usual, but we have more evidence that your regime is funneling resources to unbelievers in the western Imperium. Specifically, we have detained several sympathizers confirmed to be citizens of the Republic. We feel it is in their best interest for them to bear witness to the Imperial Truth."
Ortega makes his way over to the jukebox and yanks the power cord out of the wall. "Such noise. And what lewd behavior..." He grabs a few empty glasses and throws ice on the floor where David and Bruce are dancing. "Now then, shall we discuss terms of prisoner transfer? Our demands are simple, return the Imperial subjects living in Camp Liberty to our soil."
Finally, he approaches the bar. "Oh, and by the way, the Imperial Truth forbids drinking to excess. We're human, after all."
by Arbites » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:12 pm
Hittanryan wrote:"Imprisoning foreign citizens and threatening to torture them as blackmail, huh? Can't say I'm surprised, Ortega. Do Inquisitors hand out business cards with 'international criminal' stamped on them?" Friedman plugs the jukebox back in and "Sympathy for the Devil" resumes. He stands in front of the electrical outlet to prevent Ortega from pulling the plug again.
"As for the camps, I think you are in desperate need of a hearing aid, unless those are the products of 'blasphemous science' as well. I'll explain this again for the five millionth time: residents of all the camps have applied for and received refugee status in accordance with international law. Refugees are defined as being displaced from their native country out of a well-founded fear of persecution, in this case, at the hands of your buddies in the Inquisition. They're not going back, especially not after the trick you pulled "legalizing" freedom of expression to draw them into the open. Given your genocidal tendencies, I'm surprised you have any minorities left."
by The National Front Disco » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:12 pm
Dilange wrote:Vaash looks down the hall to find the source of the techno music. He finds the Nazi-run hair salon.
"Whats with the hair salon? And why wasnt there any signs about this?" Vaash said.
by Ardchoille » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:45 pm
The National Front Disco wrote:Bruce: "So what do you think?"
by The Republic of Lanos » Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:54 pm
Ardchoille wrote:The National Front Disco wrote:Bruce: "So what do you think?"
"Ach, du lieber Gott in Himmel!"
After a few breathless seconds, however, Neville's natural good sense came to the rescue.
"So, naturally Bar staff get a 25% discount, Dazza gets a contract for nibblies and we supply drinks for the clientele? Oh, and if you want nail and beauty technicians, Madame Zamunda's might be willing to negotiate, if they get a discount for quantity on hairstyling. Though, naturally, I can't speak for Madame."
Indeed, nobody could, he added to himself. Bast's eldest daughter was a law unto herself.
"So, how'd you square this with the Building Management?" he asked. "I thought they kept this section closed, because of the ... because ... well, I just thought they kept it closed," he faltered.
by The National Front Disco » Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:30 pm
Ardchoille wrote:The National Front Disco wrote:Bruce: "So what do you think?"
"Ach, du lieber Gott in Himmel!"
After a few breathless seconds, however, Neville's natural good sense came to the rescue.
"So, naturally Bar staff get a 25% discount, Dazza gets a contract for nibblies and we supply drinks for the clientele? Oh, and if you want nail and beauty technicians, Madame Zamunda's might be willing to negotiate, if they get a discount for quantity on hairstyling. Though, naturally, I can't speak for Madame."
Indeed, nobody could, he added to himself. Bast's eldest daughter was a law unto herself.
"So, how'd you square this with the Building Management?" he asked. "I thought they kept this section closed, because of the ... because ... well, I just thought they kept it closed," he faltered.
by Soviet Canuckistan » Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:36 pm
by The Republic of Lanos » Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:58 pm
The National Front Disco wrote:Bruce turns to Candle Jack.
Bruce: "Sir would you please take that boombox elsewhere. That.....music will frighten off the clientèle and it's giving me a headache. Thank you."
by Ardchoille » Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:52 pm
The National Front Disco wrote:David: "... We were hoping that since this space is technically part of the Bar, that your blessing is all that would be needed."
Bruce: "Why would they keep this section closed? It seems perfectly usable and there's even an elevator across the service corridor." <snip>
by The National Front Disco » Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:55 pm
Soviet Canuckistan wrote:Simone walked into the salon and said to Bruce and David, "What do you think you can do with my hair, I think it's time to give me a new style."
OOC:She has long brown,soft, straight his that is about shoulder-length.
by Soviet Canuckistan » Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:01 pm
by The Palentine Pirates » Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:55 am
Ardchoille wrote:"Now there's an idea," said Violet. "A Bar cricket team! Healthy minds in healthy bodies, and all that!"
"But not with baseballs," complained Lillian. "Too big. Where's the skill in that?"
by New Leicestershire » Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:45 am
The Palentine Pirates wrote:"Cricket? Isn't that a game played by nations who's menfolk can't throw a ball overhand, and speeds of 90+MPH?"
by The Palentine Pirates » Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:11 am
New Leicestershire wrote:The Palentine Pirates wrote:"Cricket? Isn't that a game played by nations who's menfolk can't throw a ball overhand, and speeds of 90+MPH?"
David Watts, an avid cricket fan if there ever was one, overhears this.
My good man, I'll have you know that the delivery speeds are similar for both sports with the fastest bowlers and pitchers propelling the ball in the region of 150 to 160 kilometres per hour. The fastest recorded cricket delivery is 161.26 km/h, with baseball's record slightly quicker at 169.0 km/h. The increased velocity in baseball, which is really just grown men playing the children's game of rounders, is due to the pitchers cheating by throwing overhand and the ball in cricket being harder and heavier. In addition, baseball pitchers are permitted to bend and then straighten their arm by more than 15 degrees in delivering the ball. And that's not cricket!
David Watts
Ambassador
The Dominion of New Leicestershire
by New Leicestershire » Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:30 am
The Palentine Pirates wrote:Another Ballplayer chimes in,
"I don't get the need for all the padding one of your crickters...if thats what you call them.. wear? Its not as if the thrower is going to send one high tight and inside to knock you on your ass for digging in. You're not exaclty facing Early Wynn, Three Fingers Brown, or Burleigh Grimes. In Baseball all you've got is a helmet, a shin protector, and quick reflexes."
by The Palentine Pirates » Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:04 pm
New Leichestershire wrote:Have you, by any chance, ever been struck by a cricket ball travelling at full speed?
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