NationStates Jolt Archive

Ambassador Pinkston walks into the room. Infuriated at being defenestrated for HRH speaking the truth. He has retaken his seat. As a member of Minilla Islands elite LASER corps, he has his compliment of throwing stars with him. He is quite good. He pulls two out. Backhand flings one, catching Iron Felix's delegate on the back of the knee. The Iron Felix delegate screams in pain as he drops down. Next is this mad "Doctor", Jules Hodz of Akimonad. He has an idea of going for his throat, but goes for the back of his legs, and the star takes down the good "doctor" in his PCL. Ambassador Pinkston gets up and leaves the chamber to meet with HRH.

OOC: Well, if we're going to use weapons...

Dr. Hodz had his personal shield on, as he generally did in the GA. The star bounced harmlessly off the shield and then screamed back the way it came, aiming for Pinkston.

Dr. Hodz walked calmly over to the ambassador, holding his phaser. "No-no. We don't tend to hurt people here, but since you started it, I'll play along." Dr. Hodz fired the phaser, sending a spark of blue lightning that would stun whatever it hit.

Ambassador York walks over to the limp form of Ambassador Pinkston and then heads towards the DEFENESTRATINATOR V.2 and loads him in securely. He presses the button and launches the delegate through the Forgottenlord Memorial Stained Glass Window...again.

While the delegates are fighting amongst themselves, and with Felix no longer there to give the robot destructor bunnies their orders, invisible hands gather up a number of the mechanical lagomorphs and -- despite their struggles -- force them into the Defenestratinator. Anybody who's fairly close to that machine might hear a voice quietly say something about "Bloody tin-plate imitations!", as the 'Fire' button is pressed and the whole load of robots is sent flying through the air... only to crash into a wall, rather than through a window, and slide janglingly to the floor.

"Oops! Missed..."

Lured by the sound of celebration (and possibly by rumours of the cheerful Wabbits), Dicey Reilly sidled into the GA just in time to notice the weaponry.

"Tsk!' she fussed, and waved her hand reprovingly.

"In the name of peace, and all of its backers,
Weapons today will shoot firecrackers," she announced, magically amplifying her voice.

A further "tsk!" and a muttered, "Cookesland! Naturally!" greeted the discovery of the shattered Forgottenlord Memorial Window.

"Let not these efforts be in vain;
We all must suffer FL's pane," she added.

The window reassembled and Dicey disappeared.

Dr. Hodz lobbed his now-useless weapon through the FL memorial window, breaking it again.

"O Window, you may cease to tremble;
Whene'er you're broken, REASSEMBLE!"

Dicey shot Dr Hodz a look suggesting she'd like to apply the converse spell to him, but clamped down on the impulse. After all, the doctor spent almost as much time in the Strangers' Bar as she did; who better to bring her up to date on all the gossip?

"Why are we wasting time here when the debate's over and the Bar's calling?" she said. "I've brought back a crate of the '98 uisquebaugh, Dr Hodz, the one they say lets you hear the Pipers at the gates of Dawn -- care to join me in road-testing it?"

She linked arms with the Akimonadian and drew him towards the Bar portal.

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OOC: Sorry abt posting in my modly hat before: forgot my manners.

Ardchoilleans;12923139']"O Window, you may cease to tremble;
Whene'er you're broken, REASSEMBLE!"

Dicey shot Dr Hodz a look suggesting she'd like to apply the converse spell to him, but clamped down on the impulse. After all, the doctor spent almost as much time in the Strangers' Bar as she did; who better to bring her up to date on all the gossip?

"Why are we wasting time here when the debate's over and the Bar's calling?" she said. "I've brought back a crate of the '98 uisquebaugh, Dr Hodz, the one they say lets you hear the Pipers at the gates of Dawn -- care to join me in road-testing it?"

She linked arms with the Akimonadian and drew him towards the Bar portal.

Dr. Hodz stared at the arm uncomfortably, and then released himself. If there's one thing that Dr. Hodz had a problem with, it was women. He hadn't been quite comfortable with them since his wife died.

OOC: Another layer to Hodz's story.

"Whaddya want, an engraved invitation?" Dicey noticed the hesitation; what was wrong with this guy -- free grog and he wasn't running?

"C'mon, man, while we dither here, the good stuff's being wasted on the Kennyites!" she insisted. "This is the past, Dr Hodz; look to the future!"

Her vague gesture, meant to indicate the now almost deserted General Assembly, did at least activate the Bar portal. Without waiting to see whether Hodz followed, she swept out, a sense of homecoming strong within her.

Ardchoilleans;12923257']"Whaddya want, an engraved invitation?" Dicey noticed the hesitation; what was wrong with this guy -- free grog and he wasn't running?

"C'mon, man, while we dither here, the good stuff's being wasted on the Kennyites!" she insisted. "This is the past, Dr Hodz; look to the future!"

Her vague gesture, meant to indicate the now almost deserted General Assembly, did at least activate the Bar portal. Without waiting to see whether Hodz followed, she swept out, a sense of homecoming strong within her.

Dr. Hodz followed nervously, fidgeting with his Fisher pen through the portal.