The United Nations Strangers' Bar [Archive] - Page 14

[NS]Dastardly Stench

11-12-2005, 19:57

"do your thing to him Gurgle san" Kaigan says to the dragon refering to the assasin "and then we can let Angelina's people deal with him"

Kaigan didn't know what Gurgles thing was but he hoped it wasn't fatal.

The breaking news had drawn his attention and as he observed the barlords rite he wondered how he would react if the Kirisuban emperor died. Perhaps he should go to the funeral and leave Midori behind.

she would be back by then and could look after things on her own.

"'My thing,' Mr. Kaigan," the dragon replies, "is an enchanted flatulance that renders its bearer permanently maloderous. I can apply an antedote fart within the first 72 hours. Are you certain that you wish for this to be done to the poor chap?"

Kirisubo

11-12-2005, 20:07

Avarhierrim

12-12-2005, 01:08

Kaigan shakes his head and says "what Angelina is putting him through now is more than enough"

"really? An Avarhierrine Assasin, if caught, would recieve much more for his/her carelessness"

Kirisubo

12-12-2005, 01:22

"I wouldn't expect a Kirisuban assasin to be caught alive. Ninja's are supposed to commit sepuku rather than be captured" Kaigan replies and using his mobile phone calls the UN HQ security.

"they're on their way, but I still think Angelina's people should take care of this assasin. the attempt was on her life"

Galloism

12-12-2005, 03:04

Angelina realized that some of the patrons don't care for this sort of thing, and pulled out her personal communicator. She calls for her bodyguards, who come in and drag the assassin out of the bar.

"Don't get too comfortable, assassin. I'll deal with you later."

Bazalonia

12-12-2005, 14:24

John had finished his drink, he pulled up his briefcase and took out his schedule for the week...

"Bah... " he thought aloud, and then continued the train of thought quietly in his brain "... I'm here in a bar here to have a good time, relax and socialise... and I am looking at work documents...."

He put the schedule back in his briefcase without properly looking at it and turned around, putting his back to the bar just in time to see someone being dragged off by someone's security forces... "And I thought this was a place to relax..." John thought....

John was slouching on the bar stool, leaning back and supporting himself on the bar. Trying very much to put out a very approachible vibe. For the moment he sat and watched as various groups continued their conversations, just soaking in the atmosphere and the personalities around him.

Kirisubo

12-12-2005, 14:33

Kaigan suddenly remembers he's got an appointment to keep and says to Angelina and Gurgle "i apologise for running out on you both but i've just remembered i've got an apointment to keep.

Angelina, I haven't forgotten about our fencing. How about tomorrow morning in the UN gym. i'll supply the wooden swords and hopefully none of us will get hurt.

If you can it make can you phone Reiko, my secretary.

Gurgle san we'll get talking properly sometime"

he bows and leaves in a hurry. as soon as he walks out the door his dagger changes back into its normal form and he shakes his head wondering as he walks quickly to the lift..

Galloism

12-12-2005, 19:52

"I'm looking forward to it Kaigan."

She turns to the assembled crowd.

"I have business as well it seems. I bid you all adeiu."

Angelina then turns and exits the bar, following the same route that her bodyguards had taken.

The Big Elephant

12-12-2005, 23:53

That Would Be A Great Social Event Place To Be At. I'd Come!:sniper: :mp5:

Love and esterel

13-12-2005, 03:13

Avarhierrim

13-12-2005, 03:41

"assasin" *explained Adaine to the newcomer who appeared to have several pieces of paper spread on his table.*

Venerable libertarians

13-12-2005, 03:48

Lady Sophia Grey, PA to the Chief Negotiator for the Delegation of the Realm of Hibernia in the UN entered the bar. She nerviously approached the kareoke microphone and turned it on.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Delegates and Members, UN Staffers and Gnomes, Prince Esheram Byron on the eve of his uncles internment in the family tomb has stated as his final act as Regent to the King that all drinks are on the Realm of Hibernias tab until midnight tomorrow. In his Absence he has asked me to raise the first glass in celebration of the Kings life and he has asked that i convey a message of thanks to all the members of the Strangers Bar who have sent messages of condolences." Sophia switched off the micro phone and walked to the bar where Violet had a glass of Hibernian Whisky waiting. She took the glass in her hand and raised it and as loud as her sorrowful little voice could call she said," To the memory of a fine king, to the coronation of another and to absent friends and family." She lowered her arm and swallowed the contents of the glass in one movement before slamming it back on the bar. A tear broke her eyes glassy stare and trickled down her cheek. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed loudly. The tears now streaming down her ivory cheeks danced around the crystal whiskey glass as they hit the bar beneath her.

[NS]The-Republic

13-12-2005, 04:32

Gorgias moved quickly to Sophia, putting an arm around her shoulder and sitting her down next to him at the bar.

"A fine toast there, milady," he said, blinking back tears. "Yes yes, well done. There, there, shh, it'll be all right. The King's in a better place now, don't you worry. I know you were close to him; in fact, I envy you for being so close to such a great man."

His effort at holding back his tears was beginning to fail.

"Now now, Sophia," he laughed through his tears. "I bet the good King is up there chuckling at us right now; we're down here, weeping over a dead body when we should be celebrating a vibrant and very much alive soul. That soul may be no longer with us, but trust me, the King is much better off up there; surrounded by good people, well taken care of, no pain, no fear... we should be happy for him, Sophia."

Patting her on the shoulder, he stood up and ordered a Hibernian whiskey for himself. Taking the drink, he sat back down next to Sophia and called out to the bar:

"Three cheers for the good King!"

[NS]Dastardly Stench

13-12-2005, 07:38

Kaigan shakes his head and says "what Angelina is putting him through now is more than enough."

he feels his dagger getting heavier in the scabbard and notices the handle has changed into white jade.

hoping it'll it'll change back into steel when he leaves the bar he turns to Gurgle and asks "Gurgle san would you be interested in an exchange of embassies?"

"Quite," the dragon replied. "It's a bit early to tell, but our nations seem to have certain...cultural similarities, not the least of which is a strong belief in the rule of law."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

13-12-2005, 07:43

The-Republic']Gorgias moved quickly to Sophia, putting an arm around her shoulder and sitting her down next to him at the bar.

...

Patting her on the shoulder, he stood up and ordered a Hibernian whiskey for himself. Taking the drink, he sat back down next to Sophia and called out to the bar:

"Three cheers for the good King!"

From there, Gurgle took up the call:

"Hip hip...HOORAAAAAYYY!
"Hip hip...HOORAAAAAYYY!
"Hip hip...HOORAAAAAYYY!"

Bazalonia

13-12-2005, 07:44

"Ahhh.... I don't know whether to be glad that the assasin got caught or to be scared that an assasin got in here in the first place...."

John trailed off in his statement... it was partly to the person that addressed him ot but mostly to no one at all...

Then there was an announcement of the PA... "Hmm.... The dead king must have been quite a man....", John thought aloud... "pitty I had not had the chance to meet him."

OOC:He virtually pulled the papers out and put them right back into his briefcase... He is now lounging, well attempting too any way :)

Kirisubo

13-12-2005, 08:55

The government of the Most Serene republic of love and esterel send its condolences to the Venerable libertarians people and its royal family.

We wish to the Hibernian Kingdom a smooth political transition.

Vigdís Tirfinnbogadót, the Vice-President and co-founder of our Republic will assist to the funerals and the Coronation and represent our Most Serene republic.

Our Minister of Foreign-Affairs and (de facto) UN Ambassador, Pazu-Lenny Kasigi-Nero will probably also attend, but he want to check with his wife, Midori Kasigi-Nero, deputy UN Ambassador of the Empire of Kirisubo, before.

Midori Kasigi-Nero breezes through the door muttering something about 'why did that beastiality proposal have to be drafted' her mood dark.

however she looks a lot happier when she finds her husband. Wearing her favourite pale green skirt suit and a white blouse she looks totally different from the person she was a few weeks ago.

She hugs Pazu-Lenny and says softly "darling, was there something you wanted to say to me earlier on?"

Cybertoria

13-12-2005, 22:14

Jeremy of Cybertoria keeps chugging down his jug of fine Irish Wiskey.

Galloism

14-12-2005, 17:59

Angelina reentered the bar, again missing her bodyguards. She walks straight up to the bar, "Give me whatever the strongest thing you have is that won't turn me some wierd color."

Neville promptly mixed the drink and asked, "Rough day?"

"Just tired, that's all. Interrogation is very hard work."

Angelina then pulled out a small communications device and said into it, "Send the assassin back to Galloism and indict him. It's time for the courts to do their job."

Love and esterel

14-12-2005, 18:36

Midori Kasigi-Nero breezes through the door muttering something about 'why did that beastiality proposal have to be drafted' her mood dark.

however she looks a lot happier when she finds her husband. Wearing her favourite pale green skirt suit and a white blouse she looks totally different from the person she was a few weeks ago.

She hugs Pazu-Lenny and says softly "darling, was there something you wanted to say to me earlier on?"

Pazu-Lenny answered "Yes baby, our Vice-president will represent LAE to VL coronation, i was thinking to attend also, will you come with me and represent your empire, it could be great we go there together"

Kirisubo

14-12-2005, 19:27

Midori smiles and gets out a little diary from her jacket pocket.

Skimming over the kirisuban text she checks this week and says "I think I can make that darling. I'm sure Kaigan will be agreeable since he wants me to gain as much experence as I can"

marking in a few pages with the little pen supplied with the diary she writes a little and says "I'm sure he can look after things here for a few days. I just need to ring him first"

Midori gets out her cellphone and calls her boss up whose on his way to a meeting.

****

As Kaigan walks up a few flight of stairs (the lifts are out of order again) he discusses the situation with his deputy for a few minutes and agrees that she can go to represent the Empire at the funeral of King James and the crowning of Prince Byron.

"don't let me down" he adds "and remember to bring black for the funeral. Your formal kimono should do for the corination.

My meetings about to start Midori san so i'll leave you to sort out what you need to do. Sayonara"

****

Midori finishes her call and remembering whats going on around her says quietly to Pazy-Lenny "Kaigan's agreed to let me go. Now when do we need leave?" guiding her beloved to a quiet alcove so they can talk without annoying the others.

Avarhierrim

14-12-2005, 23:59

"Ahhh.... I don't know whether to be glad that the assasin got caught or to be scared that an assasin got in here in the first place...."

"Anyone he would have killed would be brought back to life-the bar has a machine that does it" *explained Adaine

Venerable libertarians

15-12-2005, 01:37

Sophia felt a lot better having Speaker Georgias Console her. She could see he was honestly showing his emotion for a man he had only ever witness speak once. Anyone who had witnessed the kings Final speach was touched by the mans devotion to his Nation and the Region he had worked so hard to Unify. He was so obviously sick that day, so very frail so very feeble yet he had spoke his words with the authority and power of a young Monarch. She lifted her head and spoke to Georgias.
"The Realm has a Booking in an Hour to use the portal for our delegation to return for the Kings Burial and for the prince Regents Coronation. Would you like to Join us?" She asked braving a smile.

[NS]The-Republic

15-12-2005, 02:53

Gorgias smiled back at Sophia.

"I'd be honored to attend both the King's burial and Prince Byron's ascension to the throne. Unfortunately, I'm not properly dressed, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."

Squeezing her hand comfortably, Gorgias leaped off the couch, raced down to the basement, found the portal leading to The-Republic, and hurried through.

"Halt! Who goes there?" asked a Republican Guardian as Gorgias stepped through.

"It's me, fool," Gorgias laughed at the Guardian, flashing his ID. He hurried through the door on the far side of the room, which led into his private domestic office. Gorgias ran through the room, out the door, and into the busy center of New Athens. He headed into "Damn Good Suits," a store not two blocks from his office, purchased the appropriate formalwear*, and returned to his office to change. While doing so, he noticed that his secretary had added "International Diplomatic Liaison" underneath his name on the door.

After changing, he raced back through the portal, bounded up the stairs, and re-entered the Stranger's Bar. Taking a seat near Sophie again, he apologized for his absence and ordered some egg nog.

*Gorgias' Sexy Mourning Suit(TM) looks like this, but without the pirate:

http://www.bestlifeonline.com/images/cma/art_tux02.jpg

Venerable libertarians

15-12-2005, 03:13

OOC> :D I dont Know. The eye patch looks de rigueur. Thats something i can see Byron wear.

Love and esterel

15-12-2005, 15:30

Gruenberg

15-12-2005, 15:33

OOC: Right, that's it.

http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/7990/crad47ch.png

Venerable libertarians

15-12-2005, 15:37

Sophie Stood. Its time she said sadly to The Speaker. She opened her Communicator and called her associates to make sure they had assembled for transport. The Funeral begins in a hour and i have arranged for the Portal to appear on the roof of the Gothic Cathedral. The press Photographers want to see the delegation arrive home. Sophia linked her arm into Georgias' and they left for the Portal to Libertaria.

OOC. events here are a little behind events in the Realm.

Love and esterel

15-12-2005, 15:41

Pazu-lenny kissed her softly and added:

"After all, Coronation day in a Libertarian Kingdom, we have to honour these great libertarians people"

[NS]The-Republic

15-12-2005, 18:07

As they headed out the door, Gorgias turned and called out, "Pazu, I'm sure you two wouldn't mind taking this to the 69.75 floor, would you? Thanks!"

Kirisubo

15-12-2005, 20:31

Midori looks round and wonders what Gorgias is on about but first she has to deal with her fiance.

She smiles and says "my dear i want to see the whole thing and i'll be going onto Libertaria once i get my case packed.

I'll need to be at the funeral anyway so why don't we arrange a time back here and we can leave together.

If LAE have an embassy in Liberaria we can stay in a guestroom there and then once our work is finished we can have some fun"

Love and esterel

15-12-2005, 21:55

The-Republic']As they headed out the door, Gorgias turned and called out, "Pazu, I'm sure you two wouldn't mind taking this to the 69.75 floor, would you? Thanks!"

Pazu-Lenny was entertained by the Strangers' Bar supervisor and stopped to kiss his wife, he didn't want to shock anyone.

Midori looks round and wonders what Gorgias is on about but first she has to deal with her fiance.

She smiles and says "my dear i want to see the whole thing and i'll be going onto Libertaria once i get my case packed.

I'll need to be at the funeral anyway so why don't we arrange a time back here and we can leave together.

If LAE have an embassy in Liberaria we can stay in a guestroom there and then once our work is finished we can have some fun"

He didn't really expect Midori will accept his foolish coronation option with the housands of Paparazzi around, it was more a game between them.

"There is no LAE embassy in Libertaria, but is this hotel ok for you?"
http://enchantingireland.com/Accommodations/Images/17.jpg

"Ok also need to get some clothes before we go, what kind of clothes do i need for a royal funeral and coronation, it will be my first time"

Kirisubo

15-12-2005, 22:15

Midori replies "Kaigan said wear black at the funeral and I would assume that means a suit and tie for you. i've got enough black clothes to put a skirt suit together so thats not a problem.

I remember as a little girl watching the crowning of Emperor Akahito on TV and everyone wore military uniforms, formal kimonos or western suits.

I'll be taking my formal kimono for the coronation but if you can hire a black suit over there that will do you for both. all you need to do is change ties"

she ponders the pictures of the hotel and says "it looks like a nice hotel. How long will we need to book it for?"

Love and esterel

15-12-2005, 23:17

Love and esterel

15-12-2005, 23:27

They left the bar, collected their stuff, changed into their funeral clothes, meet back at the UN portal and arrived at the beautiful and stunning Libertaria gothic cathedral

http://www.thisisthelife.com/photos/experiences/large/sagrada-familia.jpg

VL, if you find this one too much excentric, feel free to choose another one:
http://www.cs.uvic.ca/~mserra/image/Duomo4.jpg
http://www.pilipalapress.com/images/bigimages/burgoscathedral.jpg
http://www.longpassages.org/images/Beautiful%20gothic%20cathedral.jpg

The Lynx Alliance

15-12-2005, 23:30

OOC: Right, that's it.

http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/7990/crad47ch.png
i second

Kirisubo

16-12-2005, 19:34

Kaigan returns to the bar after his video conference with the Kirisuban foreign office.

however he had a lot more than work on his mind and was nursing a headache.

He enters and heads straight to the bar asking Neville for a black coffee and a small pizza. He swallows two painkillers whille he waits and hopes they'll kick in soon..

Venerable libertarians

17-12-2005, 04:28

Bazalonia

17-12-2005, 07:43

John looks around the bar and just spying through the mass of people he can see some sort of machine off to one side... he tries to get a good look at it but the movement of the people inthe way prevents him from doing so...

John orders another drink and sips it while just being on the periphery of the local conversation...

Kirisubo

17-12-2005, 11:51

Kaigan's pizza and coffee arrive and he sits at the bar.

he can't help noticing a new face and introduces himself to John.

wearing his navy blue Kirisuban army uniform he says "Welcome to the Strangers Bar. My Name is Kaigan Miromuta, the delegate from the Empire of Kirisubo"

Vitalinia

18-12-2005, 06:29

Hakim Zilativ walked into the bar for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

However, a different feeling whelmed his soul as he sat down at his regular spot on the bar. It was a feeling of liberation.

Since meeting Bridgette that night when he came to the UN Strangers' Bar for the very first time and exited his life as swiftly as she had entered, there was not a day that went by that he did not stop and think about her. But tonight was different. He was ready to let her go.

"Pick your poison," the bartender said to Hakim as he always had.

"Whiskey sou..." Hakim trailed off. "No. Make that a scotch on the rocks."

"You got it boss," the bartender replied as he went off to make his drink. Hakim looked at his goldplated lighter with which he used to light his cigarettes. He had again quit smoking, and this time, he was certain that he had overcome it for good. He fumbled around with the lighter for a few moments more until a figure of one that he knew a long time ago came and sat down beside him.

He turned to his right. It was Bridgette.

Hakim looked at her and said nothing. He then looked down and continued to play with his lighter.

"Hakim, look at me," Bridgette beseeched.

Hakim turned to look at her. She was as beautiful as ever. Her long, golden locks fell over her bare petite shoulders. Tears gently flowed from her blue eyes as they met his brown eyes with a deep passion that could not have been described by Lord Byron himself. She wore a stunning red dress that could have stopped a man dead in his tracks.

"What do you want from me?" Hakim asked. "You come into my life and leave me with nothing. I needed you, but you left me all alone. And now you're here. Why?"

"I am so sorry," Bridgette began to explain. "That night was the most passionate of my life. I got scared. I've never felt anything for anyone as much as I have for you. I just couldn't handle it, and I had to get away."

"Do you realize how much you have hurt me?" Hakim responded. "I loved you. I can honestly tell you that much. I came here tonight to let you go for good. I need you to know that. I need to let you go."

"But Hakim..." Bridgette began as tears continued to flow from her eyes. Before Bridgette could continue any longer, Hakim gently placed his index finger to her lips.

"No, I can't." Hakim said. "You cannot fathom how hard this is for me to do. But my heart cannot and will not survive if you leave me again. So I must say goodbye."

Hakim placed his gold plated lighter in her hand. He paid his tab to the bartender and walked away. He looked back one more time at the beautiful woman sitting alone on the bar with his lighter in her left hand.

As he continued to make his way through the door, he sees Midori in a blue kimono sitting alone on a table with a cup of sake. Their eyes meet for a second, before Hakim finally looks away and exits through the front door.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

18-12-2005, 08:05

"Mr. Kaigen, so glad you've returned," the dragon calls from across the bar.

He summons the barlord and has flowers sent to Bridgette along with a gift card expressing condolences.

Ardchoille

18-12-2005, 08:32

The deaths of kings made people do strange things, Neville observed to himself, and he wasn't just meaning that bunch in the corner who were sitting upon the ground and telling sad stories.

How fortunate that Delegate Zilativ was untouched by the general disjointedness. Neville enjoyed their brief encounters, with their 1930s private-eye dialogue -- whisky sours and gold-plated lighters, indeed. The small drama Hakim and Bridgette had just played out positively screamed for ... Cary Grant and Myrna Loy? James Stewart and ... damn, what was her name ...

Pazu-Lenny's litter of brightly coloured postcards killed all thoughts of black-and-white screen mastery. Annoyed, Neville was picking them up fussily when Violet appeared at his elbow.

"Well, are you going?" she asked.

"Going?"

"To the funeral. After all, Byron did give you a medal. You're probably actually obliged to go. And it's not as if we're going to be all that busy, what with all the usual suspects sticking around for the coronation ..." Violet caught herself up on that. She'd almost said 'usual troublemakers'.

"True, true." Violet's persuasive words pushed Neville in the direction he wanted to go. And he was, as she had pointed out, a holder of the Hibernian Medal for Honourable service of a Foreign Diplomat. Besides, Hodgelett had offered to stick around.

Neville was packed and on his way in two shakes of a goat's tail, the goat being Pansy, down below in the courtyard. He paused for just one last-minute instruction:

"Be especially nice to Adaine, will you?"

The representative of Avarheirrim had done him a favour recently by explaining to the newcomer John how the anti-assassination machine worked. Just as Neville should have explained it to Angelina of Gallo, but he hadn't, and look at all the worry that had caused ...

But that was then, and this was now. Neville was off to a nice funeral, and he wasn't going to let anything depress his spirits.

Kirisubo

18-12-2005, 11:41

Kaigan bows and says "i'm glad to be back Gurgle. dealing with the Kirisuban foreign office pickles my brain. At least I can get home soon for new year"

noticing the crying Bridgette he says quietly to Gurgle "I'm sure you heard already but Midori got engaged to Pazu-Lenny Nero. When loves on your side its a marvelous feeling and Midori's been blissfully happy since they got back from Kirisubo.

When it breaks down although its a different story"

He eats some of his his pizza and drinks some coffee as he feels the pain killers finally kicking in.

Compadria

18-12-2005, 21:57

It had been a long time since Otterby had entered the Strangers Bar, yet when he re-entered its walls, he felt in a generous mood. Swanning up to the counter, he ordered a Guinness 39 and leaned back on his stool.

He pondered for a moment the best way to commemorate his return and came up with an idea:

"Ladies and Gentlemen", he announced, "I shall by a drink for anyone who can beat me at a game of Compadrian chess. I should warn you it is a challenging game, yet very mentally stimulating and enjoyable. Are there any takers on this offer"?

He looked around him hopefully and expectantly.

Ardchoille

19-12-2005, 04:10

Violet nudged the new delegate from Bazalonia. She'd been studying Neville's Manual of Customer Interaction, and had just got up to the chapter headed 'An involved Customer Is A Happy Customer'. She wasn't too sure about this dictum -- what if it was a bar brawl the customer was involved in? -- but she was willing to give it a try, and who better to practise on than a complete newcomer?

"Why don't you take him on, John?" she whispered. "It's not as if you have to know anything about it. You can always say you don't fully understand the rules of Compadrian chess. And besides, if he beats you he's more likely to feel friendly towards you. That sort of thing comes in handy in the Assembly."

Like most spectators, Violet was sure she knew a hell of a lot more about the UN game than the players did.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

19-12-2005, 08:17

Kaigan bows and says, "I'm glad to be back, Gurgle. Dealing with the Kirisuban foreign office pickles my brain. At least I can get home soon for new year."

Noticing the crying Bridgette, he says quietly to Gurgle, "I'm sure you heard already, but Midori got engaged to Pazu-Lenny Nero. When love's on your side, it's a marvelous feeling, and Midori's been blissfully happy since they got back from Kirisubo.

When it breaks down, although, it's a different story."

He eats some of his his pizza and drinks some coffee as he feels the pain killers finally kicking in.

"I've studied your species' mating habits," the dragon replies.
They're almost as peculiar as your method of locamotion. Still,
it breaks my heart to see one of your hearts broken.

"And I understand some of what she must be going through.
We Musk Dragons are an endangered species in the Magic Realm.
I don't have a breeding partner, and there is some doubt as to
whether I'll ever find one. My propensity to associate with other
species does not help matters, either. That is why the card I
sent the poor young lady is so woefully inadequate. Perhaps,
in time, both of us will find love again. She has plenty to choose
from, and I still have a good 500 years of night life left in me."

Kirisubo

19-12-2005, 09:25

Kaigan nods and swallows another mouthful of pizza.

After chewing it he replies "she may well find love again. How come there so few musk dragons left?"

Compadria

19-12-2005, 10:23

"Why don't you take him on, John?" she whispered. "It's not as if you have to know anything about it. You can always say you don't fully understand the rules of Compadrian chess. And besides, if he beats you he's more likely to feel friendly towards you. That sort of thing comes in handy in the Assembly."

Overhearing her interesting words, Otterby perked up and looked with interest at John:

"My fine fellow, do not be afraid to come and challenge me to a game, I can explain the rules quite simply. Think of it as normal chess except for three key differences:

1). Instead of King, Queen, Bishop, Knight, Rook and Pawn; we have Lontra, Lontris, High Priest, Paladin, Battlement and Infantryman.

2). Instead of the aim being to force the Lontra into defeat, the aim is to destroy as many players on the other team as possible, within 30 minutes of starting play.

3). Pieces can only be moved a maximum of 4 places at a time.

Otherwise it's identical to regular chess, still care for a game"?

Naviblah

19-12-2005, 18:15

Walks up to the bar, places his foot on the brass rail. And gets the bartenders attention. "Gin and Tonic, and don't use that well crap." Dherik Navi tells the bartender.

As the bartender hands him his drink, he tells the young man, "just start me a tab" He takes his drink across the room, finds an empty table, and has a seat.

"Hey sweetheart, can I get a menu?" The brash dimplomat asks a passing waitress. She nods and comes back right away with a sticky menu. "I'll let you know when I know what I want" He takes a slow draw from his drink, and sits back looking for a TV to catch some scores.

He pulls an envelope from his jacket pocket and places it on the table. "This guy better show up."

Bazalonia

20-12-2005, 05:57

Part of the reason John had agreed to become the Un Ambassador was so that he could see and experience many oher cultures... This game of chess sounding like a quite interesting experience...

"Alright I accept... Though I do have a few questions.. Can I let's say... move my quee... I mean ... Lonters... two 4 different locations on the board one after the other.... and is there a time limit for moves?"

He got up and made his way towards the Compadrian Ambassador... looking forward to this experience...

"Btw the way.. My name is John McKay.. Nice to meet you.... Arg... I've been on the Internet for just too long...." *sigh*

Intangelon

20-12-2005, 09:05

There's a ban on alcohol being propsed. Good luck with that.

'Nother round!

Compadria

20-12-2005, 12:38

Cluichstan

20-12-2005, 18:52

Sheik Nadnerb bin Cluich storms into the bar, grumbling loudly. "Banning legislation with legislation would require legislation to ban the legislation when the legislation to ban the legislation banning legislation is banned by itself because you banned legislation but banned that legislation too so you could ban legislation but also not ban legislation since the legislation you wanted to ban was banned by the legislation that was banned by the original legislation...what in the name of the Great Cluich is that?!?"

He grabs a bottle of Cluichstani whiskey and heads back to the floor of the UN.

Cybertoria

21-12-2005, 01:17

Jeremy of Cybertoria was enjoying himself by playing Dance Dance Revolution in the back of the bar for 8 hours strait.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

21-12-2005, 01:53

"Hi", replied Otterby, "always a pleasure to make the aquaintance of a new representative. I believe you had some questions about Compadrian Chess".

"May I sit in on this one?" asks the Dragon, momentarily excusing himself from Mr. Kaigen. "I've never seen the game played, and would like to get a feel for it before trying to play."

OOC: I hope I spelled the gentleman's name right. I can spot a misplaced comma at twenty paces, but I'm a miserable speller. (Rules good, lists bad!)

Kirisubo

21-12-2005, 08:49

Kaigan finishes his pizza and watches the game with interest while he phones Midori.

Currently in Libertaria for the funeral and coronation she brings him up to date.

Compadria

21-12-2005, 16:30

Dastardly Stench']"May I sit in on this one?" asks the Dragon, momentarily excusing himself from Mr. Kaigen. "I've never seen the game played, and would like to get a feel for it before trying to play."

OOC: I hope I spelled the gentleman's name right. I can spot a misplaced comma at twenty paces, but I'm a miserable speller. (Rules good, lists bad!)

"You're more than welcome Gurgle, pull up a chair or whatever it is that Dragons normally sit on. What do you think of this "Sapient Rights" bill being voted on then"?

Wyvern Falls

21-12-2005, 20:52

"Hmm... never saw this place before..."

Stant, the UN Ambassador from Wyvern Falls, walks over to the bar, and orders a drink.

Randomea

21-12-2005, 21:03

Neville seemed to have misunderstood her intention. However the Bar had been emptying due to the number wishing to pay their respects to the new king. As he made his way out the Bar with numerous suitcases of goodness knows what Hodgelett gave Violet a tap on the shoulder.
"Go on, you go too. Here's my invitation, you can be an honourary Randomean for the day" and gave her a wink. "I've been told that UN invitations give access to any room in the palace for the post-coronation party. I'm sure early access would be allowed. Now scram and tell his barlordship I gave you the weekend off if he sees you."
As Violet started to climb the stairs to her room Hodgelett asked "By the way, did that new guy in the corner order anything?" A shake of the head and she was gone.

While one tv remained devoted to world news headlines, another to Skylian Sports as the new member seemed so interested in them, and the far one in the corner had some strange MusikTelly channel with gyrating dancers, a large white screen had been erected by the ever-helpful gnomes with the funeral/coronation projected live.

A mournful bleat sounded from below. Obviously the Findhornian goat didn't want to miss out on the show either.

Optischer

21-12-2005, 21:52

DRINKS ARE ON ME
I'm paying tonight! So place any orders on the bar. I'm gonna get bladdered.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

22-12-2005, 01:22

DRINKS ARE ON ME
I'm paying tonight! So place any orders on the bar. I'm gonna get bladdered.

"That's one way to break the mood of a funeral," Gurgle said. "A keg of whiskey this time, please."

The Lynx Alliance

22-12-2005, 01:26

Lynx Raven Raide saunters up to the bar, after the rep from Optischer's call
"Make mine a Dark and Stormy, using the finest Tai Lao rum and the finest Tai Lao ginger beer!"

OOC: the dark and stormy i know is actually using RL Bundaberg Rum and Bundaberg ginger beer, but this isnt real life, so i had to substitute

Bazalonia

22-12-2005, 06:45

Kirisubo

22-12-2005, 08:19

Compadria

22-12-2005, 12:25

"Questions... oh yes... the questions..." he reminded himself...

"For each of my 4 moves do I have to move a different piece? and what are the names of the pieces again?" John asks with a slight grin on his face as he pulls out his notebook and rights... "Compadrian Chess"...

"Queen = "
"King = "
"Bishop ="
"Rook = "
"Knight ="
"Pawn ="

While he was furiously scribling down this things ready for Otterby's reply.. He heard some other person wanting to sit in and watch this specticale... it was unlike any other voice he had heard... and "Gurgle"... what an interesting name.... John looked up to see Gurgle the Dragon.

He stared for a moment... puzzled mainly by the reason that e did not see him before than anything else.

John gave a quick "Hi!" to the dragon as he began to prepare for a game of chess unlike any other he had played before.

"Oh don't worry, it's perfectly normal to be confused when you first play Compadrian Chess, I'll go over the rules again:

"Queen = Lontris (after the traditional Compadrian Latin word for "Queen")
"King = Lontra (ditto above, except "King")
"Bishop = High Priest
"Rook = Battlement
"Knight = Paladin
"Pawn = Infantryman

The aim is to destroy as many opposing pieces as possible, in 30 minutes after starting the game. Players are limited to one minute maximum, per turn. You can move a maximum of four spaces with a High Priest (diagonally), three with a Paladin (up one, across two or vice-versa), five with a Battlement (straight) and 6 with a Lontra or Lontris (all directions). If you forfeit a turn, you loose a player, which you pick yourself. After three forfeits, the opposing player gets to choose the lost piece.

Otherwise, in all other respects, it's identical to regular chess, ready"?

Compadria

23-12-2005, 00:44

"Care for a drink whilst you digest all that"?

Avarhierrim

23-12-2005, 01:07

*Adaine orders a scotch on the rocks and sits to watch the chess game*

Wyvern Falls

23-12-2005, 02:27

Intrigued, Mr. Notten wanders over in the direction of the chess game. Adopting a space near the table, he begins to watch.

Compadria

23-12-2005, 02:31

"Anyone know what's happened to Bazalonia"?, asked Otterby.

Sheknu

23-12-2005, 03:03

The Sheknuite ambassador seated himself wearily. The barman nodded inquistively at him.

"I don't care. Just make it big, wet, and very alcoholic."

Randomea

23-12-2005, 03:12

A bit disgruntled at being mistaken for a man, Hodgelett started on the gentleman's drink. 'Must have had a few already.'
She took a large bottle of rum and various other bottles, crushed ice and a large glass.
"One Plantation Punch. Watch out for the kick. All drinks are currently on the Representative from Optischer's tab, but might I enquire to where I should bill any future drinks to?"

Bazalonia

23-12-2005, 07:43

(OOC: Sorry... I had not had access to the net for a bit... I'll be fine from now on...)

John finished the relating the names of compadrian chess to the normal chess and the other variations... staring at his notes for a while not seeming to notice how long it actually took him... He replied... "Yes... I'm ready... I think"

"So... all that remains is to determine who goes first..."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

23-12-2005, 10:54

Kaigan finishes his call to Midori and happy with the way things are going he relaxes with his coffee making a call to the office.

A few minutes later his secretary Reiko Sakura enters the bar. A typical young Kirisuban woman she's smaller than her boss (but not by much) and has the classic long raven hair and dark eyes.

Wearing a dark red dress and a black jacket she joins her boss at the bar and orders a beer. Both Kirisubans talk briefly in their own tongue and then Kaigan introduces Reiko to Gurgle.

"Gurgle, may I introduce the newest member of our staff Miss Reiko Sakura whom you may well have the pleasure of dealing with in the future"

Reiko bows totally unphased at the prescence of a dragon in the bar.

"Pleased to meet you, madam," the dragon said, bowing his head low. "It seems to be the time for greetings," he continued, a liesurely smile playing
across his face as he looked at John. I hope that the showing of my
teeth doesn't frighten the chap, he thought, this is a gesture
I learned from humans, after all. He seems such a thoughtful chap.

"So, Miss Sakura, how is it that I have the pleasure of your company, and why is it that I may have this pleasure on an ongoing basis? Does this mean that Mister Kaigen will be leaving us?"

All the while, the dragon kept one eye on the chess match.

Whereas European Chess had evolved from a simulation of ancient warfare, this version was more like a simulated barroom brawl. Rather than removing the leader from power, the object of the simulation was to just plain kick as much enemy butt as one could in the melee.

No doubt, the Compendians had a very decentralized military. This would make them very difficult to fight against. There would be no leaders to depose. Any seargent could pick up the pieces after what, to a more centralized military, would have been a crushing defeat.

The Lynx Alliance

23-12-2005, 11:42

Lynx Raven Raide, the Archduke of TLA staggers around the bar, drunk on Tai Lao rum. He staggers up to Rose, from The Black New World, and drapes his arm around her. "Merry Christ-mas and 'appy New Ear" he slurs, giving her a sloppy kiss, before being promptly ejected from the bar by Neville

Compadria

23-12-2005, 14:01

Galloism

23-12-2005, 16:23

Angelina watched the game with intense interest.

After a few moments, she says "This looks fascinating. Is there a 3-dimensional version of this game, as there is with chess?"

Realizing she had left her drink on the bar, she pulled it to herself using the force, spilling 3 distinct drops on the barroom floor.

Kirisubo

23-12-2005, 17:30

Reiko chuckles and shakes her head.

"Kaigan sama isn't leaving Gurgle san. I'm the secretary for himself and Midori sama and will be looking after their appointments and admin needs"

she samples some of her beer and nods in approval.

Bazalonia

23-12-2005, 21:33

"Hmm... I think I take my kn... paladins out"... John said catching and correcting himself in mid sentence... he had played chess and enjoyed the game on the odd occasion he found someone to play with but generally was a defensive player... this was not a game that favoured defensive styles .. John thought as he moved both the paladin pieces in their L shape 2 spaces out from his side of the board and both heading to the center of the board.

After having a John quickly decided that all out warfare was required he moved the two infantryman infront of the Lontris and Lontra forward two spaces.... leaving both his Lontra and Lontris open to attack... but also more vulnerable to attack...

"There... let's see the results of that move..."

John sat back in his chair his concentration on the game temporarily vanished... He looked around to see their game drawing quite abit of attention to it... "Why did I have to open my big mouth.... well... At least since I'm probably going to lose I'm going to have a good reason for doing so." He thought....

It was at this time that he noticed Gurgles smile... At first he did not recognise it and was slightly puzzled... at no time did he fear that it was menacing until it finally clicked... What made it difficult was purely the translation of the facial expression into it's human equivalent... not knowing anything about dragon anatomy and only knowing the basics (ir muscles pull bones) of human... he thought that there was most likely muscles that both had muscles that niether had a counterpart for...

Venerable libertarians

23-12-2005, 23:42

News Center Report......
Libertaria........
Venerable Libertarians........
The Realm of Hibernia.........

*************
King James Interred........
Byron Hosts NS Worlds Representatives in Huge Pre-coronation PARTY.....
Massive Fireworks Display............
International Incident involving Rose of the Black New World and Byron of Veneral Libertarians (Possible Love interest).......
Coronation to begin at 12:00 noon CHT...........
Massive post Coronation party to follow........
More updates to follow.............

***************END

Compadria

23-12-2005, 23:51

"Hmm... I think I take my kn... paladins out"... John said catching and correcting himself in mid sentence... he had played chess and enjoyed the game on the odd occasion he found someone to play with but generally was a defensive player... this was not a game that favoured defensive styles .. John thought as he moved both the paladin pieces in their L shape 2 spaces out from his side of the board and both heading to the center of the board.

After having a John quickly decided that all out warfare was required he moved the two infantryman infront of the Lontris and Lontra forward two spaces.... leaving both his Lontra and Lontris open to attack... but also more vulnerable to attack...

"There... let's see the results of that move..."

John sat back in his chair his concentration on the game temporarily vanished... He looked around to see their game drawing quite abit of attention to it... "Why did I have to open my big mouth.... well... At least since I'm probably going to lose I'm going to have a good reason for doing so." He thought....

Craftily sweeping in one of his Paladins behind the two infantrymen, Otterby found that he now had the Lontra in vice, caught in the crossfire between the Paladin, a High Priest angling up should he move to his right and a series of other pieces swarming round. This left only one option, backwards, which would expose the Lontris. Having seen the move done, he pushed his High Priest in to take the Lontris and then simultaneously set up an infantryman to corner of Balzonia's Paladin's. He then heard a click and realised his time was up for the minute. He quickly sat back and watched Balzonia.

He too noticed the strange smile on Gurgle's face and pondered that the rascal was probably studying his technique for a future challenge. He would certainly be an interesting opponent, Otterby reflected.

Ecopoeia

24-12-2005, 01:16

Varia Yefremova entered with Mathieu Vergniaud at her side. As they walked towards the familiar faces at the bar, they passed the Sheknuite ambassador. Varia paused, briefly rested a hand on his shoulder, then continued. While Mathieu ordered drinks, she coughed self-consciously and addressed those close to her.

"Uh, I don't like grand speeches or... too much attention, so I'll make this brief. I've just won an election back in Ecopoeia; a promotion, I guess. The upshot of this is that my time as Speaker to the UN has come to an end."

She smiled nervously.

"Enough of this. Since this is my last visit to the Bar, I wish to toast you all and give you my thanks for making my time here so pleasurable. I'm afraid Mathieu won't be leaving - you're stuck with him."

Mathieu, who had begun distributing glasses of Old Ochayeopoeian to the assembled delegates, rolled his eyes at this playful affront.

"I understand that for some of you the coming days are a time for celebration. Enjoy yourselves and take some time to relax."

Varia sighed, muttered "enough," and raised her glass.

"To you, delegates."

Kirisubo

24-12-2005, 01:44

Kaigan looks up from the games and says to Varia "congratulations on your election. Will Ecopoeia be sending anyone over to help Mathieu out?"

He accepts the drink and joins in the toast.

Bazalonia

24-12-2005, 02:52

Craftily sweeping in one of his Paladins behind the two infantrymen, Otterby found that he now had the Lontra in vice, caught in the crossfire between the Paladin, a High Priest angling up should he move to his right and a series of other pieces swarming round. This left only one option, backwards, which would expose the Lontris. Having seen the move done, he pushed his High Priest in to take the Lontris and then simultaneously set up an infantryman to corner of Balzonia's Paladin's. He then heard a click and realised his time was up for the minute. He quickly sat back and watched Balzonia.

He too noticed the strange smile on Gurgle's face and pondered that the rascal was probably studying his technique for a future challenge. He would certainly be an interesting opponent, Otterby reflected.

John was not sure whether to be glad only one of his pieces had got 'eaten' or sad that it was his Lontris... John as soon as it was his turn took the
High Priest with his Paladin... recalling it back and moving an infantryman up to cover the position he left with the infantryman.

Then there was the paladin still behind the infantryman, John pulled out the appropriate High Priest and Squashed the paladin... "For the Queen... err ...Lontris" he said as he did so...

John both liked and hated Paladins... They have great power and are very useful in overcoming defenses but are a pain in your side if your enemy knows how to use them....

He could not leave his paladin vulnerable to the infantryman so he pulled his infantryman that was infront of a battlement out and got the potentially nasty little imp... Though they are usually nothing but annoyances in normal chess even the pawn can be used to great effect... and this more so for infantrymen in Compadrian chess... This was not such an occasion but it allowed John to pull out his Battlement and take out another infantryman that seemed to provide defenses for the swarm of pieces. And just as he was moving some infantrymen up and just took another piece with an infantryman before his time ran out and the ding was heard

Kirisubo

25-12-2005, 23:15

Theres a strange loud wheezing sound and seemingly out of nowhere a blue box gradually appears. on all four sides of the box in white lettering is 'Police Box'.

A girl with shoulder length dark hair opens the door, pops her head out and takes a look round.

"Doctor" she calls into the box "are you sure this is Space Station Terra Alpha?"

OOC: i couldn't resist doing this :)

Compadria

26-12-2005, 01:02

John was not sure whether to be glad only one of his pieces had got 'eaten' or sad that it was his Lontris... John as soon as it was his turn took the
High Priest with his Paladin... recalling it back and moving an infantryman up to cover the position he left with the infantryman.

Then there was the paladin still behind the infantryman, John pulled out the appropriate High Priest and Squashed the paladin... "For the Queen... err ...Lontris" he said as he did so...

John both liked and hated Paladins... They have great power and are very useful in overcoming defenses but are a pain in your side if your enemy knows how to use them....

He could not leave his paladin vulnerable to the infantryman so he pulled his infantryman that was infront of a battlement out and got the potentially nasty little imp... Though they are usually nothing but annoyances in normal chess even the pawn can be used to great effect... and this more so for infantrymen in Compadrian chess... This was not such an occasion but it allowed John to pull out his Battlement and take out another infantryman that seemed to provide defenses for the swarm of pieces. And just as he was moving some infantrymen up and just took another piece with an infantryman before his time ran out and the ding was heard

Otterby was impressed with John's resillience. He quickly swapped an exposed Battlement of his own for an infantryman, then pushed a High Priest in to take a infantryman who looked rather forlorn, with the massed black pieces in front of him. Otterby now found himself stuck, but he decided to swap the arena of battle and pushed forwards his Lontris into a previously unused part of the board. Then he heard his bell go ting.

The Protus Corporation

26-12-2005, 04:52

A low rumbling could be heard outside, as the noise grew louder it was quite clear it was an approaching helicopter. The noise reached its loudest point and slowly died down, the door swung open, an unnaturally cold breeze blew into the bar, everyone present felt a slight tingle down their spines as a tall, thin, dark-haired man stepped in. He wore an incredibly black suit and looked around the room. His eyes were cold and empty his face equally as emotionless. He gave everyone in the bar the impression that he could kill them just with his mind. He was flanked by two tall guards, they too were emotionless and wore matching uniforms with a small emblem and lettering that read "Protus Corporation Private Guard". They both carried rather large automatic weapons.

The man in the suit turned to them, "Wait outside for me."

The one on the riht objected, "But Mr. Wunderlich, corporate law states that the CEO must be guarded at all times."

"I don't care, go, I'll be fine."

They left slowly, eyeing everyone present suspiciously. When they had gone Mr. Wunderlich turned back and beemed, "Merry Christmas to all! Barkeep, eggnog for everyone! Celebrate, it is a glorious day!"

Suddenylh e looked slightly less evil.

Ardchoille

26-12-2005, 07:24

Neville had seldom enjoyed a funeral more. Not that he bore any ill-will to the deceased King; but, after all, they'd never met. So he felt free to marvel at how well many of his Strangers' Bar clients scrubbed up for such an occasion. No-one would think, to see them in their formal uniforms or mourning robes, that any one of them had ever let a drop of excess alcohol, a smidgin of undesirable stimulant or a note of bawdy song pass their lips. They did the Bar proud, he felt.

He, too, was doing the Bar proud. To his surprise, the Hibernians seemed to give some importance to the decoration Byron had wished upon him. To his even greater surprise, so did the delegation from Barlord University. Swept firmly into their ranks, tucked prominently beside the Ubarlord himself, Neville found himself for the first time on the right side of the High Table. Innocently enjoying his new status (if only they didn't find out about ... various things), he looked contentedly about the banqueting hall as the country prepared to celebrate its new King. Fondly Neville remembered white nights in the Bar, Byron uproariously leading a rebel chorus, Violet perched merrily on his knee ...

Violet! His drifting attention snapped back in focus. That was her, there, at the centre of the Randomean delegation! And there was no Hodgelett in sight. Which meant that she, the super-efficient, able to deal with anything, impromptu bartender-from-Heaven Hodgelett, had taken Violet's place back home.

There wasn't a jealous bone in Neville's body. Mistily he pictured Hodgelett at the bar, doling out drinks with never a slip, encouraging the shy, gently repressing the ebullient, herself surely a Barlord in all but name ... a-HAH!

Barlords were born, not made; it was a basic article of faith. All Barlord U could do was polish the rough diamonds who came for to them for facetting. Thus it came about that, on occasion, incredibly gifted individuals of superior abilities had been identified and promoted on the spot, without ever attending those august halls. Spotted in some backstreet dive, one day they would be washing glasses, the next day washing glasses as a Barlord, with the full rights and privileges thereof, signatories to that solemn oath that none could break or weasel out of, the Vow of Unchastity.

It was this vow, Neville was sure, that had come between him and his beloved. But if she were a Barlord too; if she, too, were vowed to the pursuit of practically everything, she might have time even for his unworthy self. And surely, if any of the professionals gathered here today were to see her in action, they would recognise her instantly as one of the great naturals, a Barlord in spite of herself.

Am I really going to do this? Neville asked himself. Am I really going to prostitute the great truth on which I have built my life, in order to indulge in a bit of houghmagandie on Hogmanay?

You bet I am!

"Er, Master," he began respectfully, leaning towards the Ubarlord, "I wonder if you might find time to observe a truly promising candidate I've discovered. She's in charge of the Strangers' Bar now, as a matter of fact. Yes, I had no hesitation in leaving her with such a responsibility ..."

Bazalonia

26-12-2005, 08:27

Otterby was impressed with John's resillience. He quickly swapped an exposed Battlement of his own for an infantryman, then pushed a High Priest in to take a infantryman who looked rather forlorn, with the massed black pieces in front of him. Otterby now found himself stuck, but he decided to swap the arena of battle and pushed forwards his Lontris into a previously unused part of the board. Then he heard his bell go ting.

Now John had a real decision to make... Go after the Lontris or try and deal with the swarm of enemy pieces? The swarm of chess pieces looked formidible compared to the lonely Lontris... One lone piece could do alot of Damage... He'd seen it before in other games of chess... He gave a quick analysis of weaknesses in the swarm and there where none that he could see that he could easily exploit...

So he started to move pieces around... in a threatening formation and he nearly got to the stage where he set up his pieces to attack the Lontris before his bell tinged and his turn was over... There was a bit of noise around... but John was concentrating on the game and did not notice the sudden appearance of a police box standing not too far away from one of the bar's wall's.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

26-12-2005, 09:15

Now John had a real decision to make... Go after the Lontris or try and deal with the swarm of enemy pieces? The swarm of chess pieces looked formidible compared to the lonely Lontris... One lone piece could do alot of Damage... He'd seen it before in other games of chess... He gave a quick analysis of weaknesses in the swarm and there where none that he could see that he could easily exploit...

So he started to move pieces around... in a threatening formation and he nearly got to the stage where he set up his pieces to attack the Lontris before his bell tinged and his turn was over... There was a bit of noise around... but John was concentrating on the game and did not notice the sudden appearance of a police box standing not too far away from one of the bar's wall's.

"Madam," the dragon called over to the woman in the police box, "please tell the doctor that he's not yet at his destination, but that he told me to say that, if you'll just shut the door and re-energise the faulticator, everything will work out just fine! Oh--and make sure that you're INSIDE the Tardis before closing the door! Could be a bit of a problem otherwise.

"Oh--and tell him I'll see him sooner. Wonderful chap the doctor. Very high moral standards."

Bazalonia

26-12-2005, 11:47

(OOC: Sorry but I'm probably going to be offline for a couple of days... may have access to the net or may not have... I'll try to if I can.. but I can't be certain.... Just to let you know)

Kirisubo

26-12-2005, 12:58

Sarah-Jane nodded now used to seeing a lot of strange things on her travels.

She vanishes inside the box and emerges with a tall man with white hair and dressed in a velvet suit and a shoulder cape.

"Ah Gurgle my good chap, good to see you again" he says with an english accent. Looking round him he says "we're definately not where we're supposed to be but it looks friendly enough whereever it is"

noting the bar he asks "do you need to be a member to get a drink here? the old girl needs to cool down between journeys so we might as well wait"

Randomea

26-12-2005, 15:15

Oblivious to Neville's scheming Hodgelett had just sent out the steaming glass mugs of eggnogg, each accompanied by a ginger biscuit or chocolate-mint according to preference. Although she'd heard of Kings crowned on christmas Day before it hadn't occurred to her that this could be a case. 'Goodness! It will be New Year soon, I wonder if the celebrations will be over by then...might need to call in Andrews for back-up.' she thought as you took down the cover bar-man's number, now dusty from disuse, from the pinboard of important notices, such as the calender of special days, which covered each day of the year at least twice.

Overhearing the Doctor's question, she smiled. "Greetings Doc, order what you will, if I don't know how to make it I'm sure Neville kept the recipe in his big 'book'. In fact...there'll be no bill if you could just fix this machine for us," she said, indicating the troublesome product. "Sometimes the time-reverting function on the event of an assassination goes on the blink, and also it sometimes forgets to render weapons safe. Pretty inconvenient as you can guess."

Kirisubo

26-12-2005, 15:24

"Doctor John Smith at your service my dear" the man replies "and the lady is Miss Sarah-Jane Smith my companion. It looks simple enough to fix" He rummages in his jacket pocket until he finds a tool and activates it close to the defective machine.

A few noises later and after hitting it with the side of his hand he announces "it's working again. i haven't seen one of these in ages"

Sarah-Jane says "may I have a cup of tea" and looking over to the Doctor she adds "better make that two, Darjeeling if you have it"

Compadria

26-12-2005, 15:49

Now John had a real decision to make... Go after the Lontris or try and deal with the swarm of enemy pieces? The swarm of chess pieces looked formidible compared to the lonely Lontris... One lone piece could do alot of Damage... He'd seen it before in other games of chess... He gave a quick analysis of weaknesses in the swarm and there where none that he could see that he could easily exploit...

So he started to move pieces around... in a threatening formation and he nearly got to the stage where he set up his pieces to attack the Lontris before his bell tinged and his turn was over... There was a bit of noise around... but John was concentrating on the game and did not notice the sudden appearance of a police box standing not too far away from one of the bar's wall's.

Also oblivious of the Police Box, Otterby looked at the formation and decided that it looked threatening, yet he could see a vulnerability. He quickly pushed his Lontris forwards, into the trap, then, craftily, swung a Paladin round to threaten one of the High Priests of John's team, who sat in a rather crucial position to the whole trap.

It was then that his bell tinged and looking up and saw the mysterious Doctor standing nearby.

"Ah, my dear Doctor" he uttered, unsure of what else to say, "I am Leonard Otterby, Ambassador for the Republic of Compadria to the U.N. And you are"?

Kirisubo

26-12-2005, 16:09

[NS]Dastardly Stench

27-12-2005, 00:57

"Doctor John Smith, at least when i'm on Earth" he replies "i'm glad to see my favourite planet still in one piece"

Sarah-Jane waits at the bar for their tea and takes a good look round. As well as humans of all races she also sees a dragon and and members of other races too.

"good to know we've moved on a bit" she says to herself

I haven't seen him in that body before. It looks elderly, but strong. Still, he finds conspiracies everywhere. Best to let him know where we are.

Gurgle turned from the game.

"Doctor," he said, "this is the UN Strangers bar. Diplomats recline here in their off hours. Certainly, we can make room for someone of your stature, though." He looked to the barlord. "Be a good chap and put these two on my tab," he further said. "And if you've anything broken, give it to this gentleman. He can fix anything."

He turned back to the doctor.

"If you'll pardon me, I was spectating a game of--well, I'm still having the same old trouble with names--Compendian Chess, is it? Interesting game."

Kirisubo

27-12-2005, 01:17

Sarah-Jane arrives over with two cups of tea and gives one to the Doctor.

"thank you Sarah-Jane" he replies and takes seat beside Gurgle.

"I've never seen that variant before" the Doctor comments quietly as not to disturb the players concentration.

"How are things in Dastardly Stench these day?" he asks sipping his tea. Sarah-Jane sits close to the Doctor taking in all she sees with her reporters curiosity.

Compadria

27-12-2005, 02:03

"Doctor," he said, "this is the UN Strangers bar. Diplomats recline here in their off hours. Certainly, we can make room for someone of your stature, though." He looked to the barlord. "Be a good chap and put these two on my tab," he further said. "And if you've anything broken, give it to this gentleman. He can fix anything."

He turned back to the doctor.

"If you'll pardon me, I was spectating a game of--well, I'm still having the same old trouble with names--Compendian Chess, is it? Interesting game."

"Thank you for your praise Gurgle", stated Otterby with gratitude, "you know, I haven't met many Doctors before, they're in perenially short supply in Compadria you know. Too many Daleks eh to bother coming to visit us"? He chuckled at the hilarity of his own joke.

"Mind you, Gurgle is wrong about one thing: Not all of us here are diplomats per se. I for instance, am on temporary leave whilst they decide whether or not to keep me on the diplomatic corps of Compadria. Long story really. Anyway Doctor, since my chess partner appears to have left, would you care to take up his game till he returns"?

Bazalonia

27-12-2005, 06:59

(OOC: The spectre of no internet access failed to materialise... so Here I am ... I'll leave the chess game though just to keep the situation flowing)

Just as John had made his move... His mobile phone rang... He looked at the Caller ID to see that it was Sir Richard Menazse.. The head of Bazalonia's Diplomatic core.... This was a call that he had to answer...

"Excuse me, Otterby... It seems that work has called.... Sorry, but that is where I am going to have to leave our game... It certainly was an experience... Thank you."

John left the table.. and lent up against a wall... noticing a police box was now in the bar thatn wasn't there before... This Strangers bar is certainly unlike any bar he had been to before..

He was started to get used to the strangeness... He had seen gurgle talk to a strange man with some kind of a tool and a short black-haired lady hanging around... "Hmm... They seem interesting... maybe later."

While he was leaning he answered the phone and started talking to Sir Richard

Cobdenia

27-12-2005, 08:38

Sir Cyril entered the bar, for the first time in a while and immeadiately spotted the rather odd looking box. He recognised it immeadiately. The last time he saw it was two years ago, just after independence, in Port Sir Richard, when it strangely appeared in the corner of the Governor's office. He though for a minute, and was worried. The last time he saw it it had led to good news and bad news, for it was due to the man that was travelling in it (whom he spotted at the bar) that they had finally won the Dull and Fairly Short War, but on the other hand the box, upon leaving, had caused the temporal rift that had caused Cobdenia to project 75 years into the future.

He walked over to the man, whom he knew to be known as the "Doctor".

"I say, Doctor, we met two years ago, you remember? His Excellency Sir Cyril MacLehose-Strangways-Jones, The Ambassador Extraordinaire and Plenipotentiary of His Excellency The Governor-General of Cobdenia to the United Nations, although back then I was just a high level functionary at the Foreign and Regional Office. You sorted out that war for us, as I'm sure you remember"

Kirisubo

27-12-2005, 10:29

Compadria

27-12-2005, 14:36

The doctor smiles and says "Sir Cyril, you haven't changed too much since our last meeting. May I introduce Miss Sarah-Jane Smith? I suppose sorting out wars is my job round here and how is Cobdenia these days?"

He drinks more of his tea while he relaxes with his old aquaintances.

he turns back to Leonard Otterby and accepts the challenge. After a brief rundown of the rules he hits his bell and makes his move.

Otterby acknowledged both Miss Sarah-Jane Smith and Sir Cyril, before proceeding to examine the opening moves of the Doctor. Intriguingly, the Doctor was now swapping round his last Paladin and putting it in a thicket of his infantrymen, whilst simultaneously bringing up a Battlement in support. He now had Otterby's Lontris and one High Priest pinned down. Then the Doctor's bell rang.

Otterby quickly pulled out his Lontris, but realise their was little he could do to save his High Priest. Sacrificing it in exchange for an infantryman, he then pushed up his own Battlement to challenge the Doctor's, but just prior to completing the move, his bell rang and he had to stop.

"Guinness my good Doctor"? He offered his exemplary opponent.

Kirisubo

27-12-2005, 14:58

"thank you Mr Otterby" The Doctor replied "the last time I had a guinness was with the Brigader in UNIT HQ. I'm sure he's retired by now"

Sarah-Jane looks surprised at the year on the calender. "2005" she says to herself wondering what she's missed..

Bazalonia

28-12-2005, 02:20

"What? Do you mean that...?" John nearly shouted down at the phone.. He was no longer leaning on the wall but standing up right... The phone call obviously contained some worrying news.. He never finished that sentence as it was finished by the person on the other end.

"Hmmm... I don't think they are a UN Member.. But I'll have to check..."

"Yes... it is certainly a worrying issue that could damage Bazalonia's international reputation even though it's spurious at best..."

"Okay.. I monitor how things are going here and if those allegations come up here then I'll handle it... Thanks for the warning..."

He closed the call to notice that a tall white-haired man had taken his position at the chess table...

"Sorry... I've got to dash off for a second and check a few things.... I'll be back soon."

With that statement to the people around the chess table John made a dash for the exit... Darn... why did those stupid accusations had to be made...

Avarhierrim

28-12-2005, 07:43

*after being intially shocked at the blue box suddenly appearing in the bar, Adiane curiously watched its inhabitants.*

Ardchoille

29-12-2005, 00:45

A slight "whuff" of displaced air marked the magical arrival of Dicey Riley, co-president of Ardchoille.

"Yes, I know I'm not supposed to use magic here," she said crossly to the questioning glances of several old-stagers. "But what else can the Coven do to me? Being co-president is punishment enough for practically anything. Besides," she added breathlessly, "I heard The Doctor was here. I've adored him ever since I was little."

Her eyes swept the room, coming to rest at last on the enigmatic figure chatting to Otterby.

"Oh, no, it's the wrong one!" she cried. "I thought it was the one with the scarf!"

Pausing only to snatch a bottle of decent Ardchoille usiquebaugh from the display at the back of the bar, she popped out of existence again, her return to Byron's banquet marked by a comment trailing behind her: "The Hibernians do a great funeral, and they're not bad at coronations, but, ye gods, their liquor!"

Kirisubo

29-12-2005, 00:51

[NS]Dastardly Stench

29-12-2005, 09:24

Kaigan Miromuta is now discussing office matters with his secretary over a drink while the Doctor gets all the attention.

considering all the strange things he'd seen since arriving in headquarters nothing would surprise him now.

"Hello, Mr. Cyrill," Gurgle says. "I presume that we have an acquaintance in common. Any friend of The Doctor is a friend of mine.

"This is another of my new acquaintances, Mr. Kaigan. He seems quite the competant diplomat. Even talks shop in the middle of the bar. Why not tell me about your nation, Mr. Cyrill?"

Bazalonia

30-12-2005, 10:35

[NS]Dastardly Stench

01-01-2006, 08:33

John McKay walks back into the bar with his mobile phone still to his eye...

"Yeah.. that's right. They're not a member. Huh? Oh.. Yeah I'll do that.. I'll keep an eye out... Okay. Thanks Bye." John spoke into the phone then pulled it away from his ear then closed the connection...

John Sighed as he pulled up a seat and sat next to Gurgle watching Otterby and the Doctor playing the game of Compadrian chess...

"Sorry I had to leave, there was something I had to do... So how's the game going?"

"I'm no expert--in fact, I've never played the game--but, if I read it right, Otterby's superior experience is showing, but the Doctor's strategies are so complex that he keeps running out of time while trying to counter them."

With that, the dragon grasps his keg of whiskey in his mouth, lifts it, and, turning it on its side, drinks a long, satisfying chug. He then puts the keg down and shakes his head back and forth a few times.

"Nothing like a good, strong drought of whiskey," he says.

Randomea

01-01-2006, 20:32

Replacing the bottle on the shelf and placing a cold bottle of 'gold top' next to it in case Dicey popped back again if she ran out of alcohol before the festivities ended, hodgelett mused to herself.
Time seemed to be dragging peculiarly. It might just have been the emptiness of the bar. Or the fascination many of the members had with the game of chess.
She glanced over the board while replacing the teapot with a freshly brewed one. "Could take a while," she muttered to herself.

Kirisubo

01-01-2006, 21:27

Sarah-Jane heads finishes her tea and heads back into the Tardis.

She emerges a few minutes later to find the Doctor drinking a guinness and nodding approvingly while talking to Leonard Otterby.

"Have they changed the recipe?" he asks "it tastes different"

Shrugging her shoulders Sarah-Jane heads back to the bar and asks for another cup of tea.

Avarhierrim

02-01-2006, 07:42

"Have they changed the recipe?" he asks "it tastes different"

"Guiness 39, its very popular, I've never tried it." *having overheard the teleporting Riley, Adaine agreed that the scarf wearing Doctor was more amusing*

OOC: I'm back from holidaying!

[NS]Dastardly Stench

03-01-2006, 08:14

"Sarah," Gurgle calls after the young lady, "could you be a darling and bring some back for myself and Mr. Kaigen? Would you be interested in some tea, Sir Cyrill?"

Bazalonia

03-01-2006, 08:30

"hmmm. Tea. I think I could do with some as well. I'll go get some... If anyone else wants some Tea, coffee or some other drink just let me know."

*John gets up in preperation to go get some drinks, waiting to see if anyone else wanted anything as well.*

Randomea

03-01-2006, 12:32

It apparently seemed that the pot of tea Hodgelett had placed by the chess board had gone unheeded. Sighing she took it, now cold, and went out back to the kitchen.
After a bit she returned and set up a side-board and threw a snowy white table cloth over it. One side shone with a silver pots of tea, freshly roasted coffee, Mexican hot chocolate and hot and cold milk, froth optional. Cups and saucers, sugar, brandy and cream were lined up neatly. On the other side she laid out side plates, napkins and cake forks before setting out petit-fours, sandwiches, scones, flapjacks, tiffin cake, caramel slices, freshly buttered toast and jam.

ooc: who said working in a coffee shop gives you no experience ;)

Bahgum

03-01-2006, 17:14

Belch

Ecopoeia

03-01-2006, 18:41

The mellifluous utterance from Sir Albert was sweet music to Mathieu Vergniaud's ears. He smiled and idly composed a few lines of verse in honour of the venerable ambassador.

If he should die, think only this of him:
That there's some booth of the Strangers' Bar that is forever Bahgum.
There shall be in that sweet booth a sweeter ale concealed.
An ale whom Bahgum drank, returned to th'air.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

03-01-2006, 22:52

Belch

::GURGLE!!::

Hodgelett suddenly found that her tea was no longer cold.

Avarhierrim

04-01-2006, 02:28

Mexican hot chocolate, petit-fours, sandwiches and scones.

*Adaine face lit up as the food was placed on the table, and soon was eating petit fours and drinking hot chocolate.*

Bazalonia

04-01-2006, 03:37

John's eyes boggled when he saw the array of goodies on the tray that Hodgelett bought out... He went and poured himself a cup of tea and took a piece of toast and enjoyed the toast.. It was some of the best jam that he had tasted. He added a bit of milk and suar to his tea and then sat back and relaxed eating his toast and drinking his tea...

He'll enjoy come and visiting here.

Ardchoille

04-01-2006, 07:51

Neville's homecoming heart swelled with pride as he returned to the Bar. The snowy white tablecloth, the gleaming silver and translucent china, the dazzling array of dainties mixed with good solid comfort foods, all spoke of Barlordian intuition at its best. Hodgelett, though completely unprepared, was unconsciously demonstrating that total devotion to the clients' comfort that was the goal to which all true Barlords strove.

And the customers could not have made a better impression if they'd been drilled for days. Sir Albert, upright, was always an imposing figure, whatever his condition. But to find Mathieu composing poetry aloud while other delegates gathered with intellectual fervour around the (Compadrian) chess-board -- not to mention the grace-note of having someone as celebrated as The Doctor chatting casually to all comers -- gave the already elegant scene an added cachet.

"I told you so! She's a natural!" Neville whispered to the Ubarlord. The Master, in response to his former student's entreaties, had abandoned the Hibernians to weigh up Neville's candidate.

The older man's hooded eyes swept the Strangers' Bar. Neville hoped he would observe how comfortably so many different species came together, how relaxed everyone seemed despite the presence of a declared assassin ... or was Adaine more into really covert covert ops these days? ... anyway, the clientele was plainly confident that in the Bar there was no danger of sudden extinction.

(An anxious thought sent Neville's glance towards the Acme Time-Line Transposer, but every light on it glowed a reassuring green, and it even seemed to be humming contentedly. Hodgelett must have been making it behave, too.)

"Are you going to ask her now?" Neville whispered urgently.

"Has it occurred to you, my son, that she might not wish to become a Barlord?" the Master queried. With the assurance of one who knows his own worth, he settled himself in the honoured rocking-chair that had been, until now, traditionally reserved for the delegate from Komokom. Waving the stem of his pipe at his acolyte, and extracting what gave every promise of being a pouch-full of a particularly foul-smelling blend, he dismissed the crestfallen Neville.

"You go say hello to everyone, lad. I'm sure they'll be eager to welcome you back," he said.

Violet, who had entered behind them, snorted and tied on her apron with a snap of the strings. Hodgelett might be -- indeed, was -- as competent as all get-out, but she knew perfectly well why Neville wanted her en-Barlorded.

"Raise the standards of the profession, indeed!" she muttered rebelliously.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

05-01-2006, 05:59

The dragon's nostrils lifted slightly as he sampled the air.

"Ahhh," he said. "Welcome back, Neville."

He turned his head to the barlord--and noticed something in the distance beyond him.

"Who's the chap in the rocking chair?" he asked.

Ardchoille

05-01-2006, 14:51

"He's the Ubarlord," Neville explained. "The head of Barlord U. Sort of like the Chancellor, or the President, or the Dean, or whatever you call them. Anyway, he's one of the greats of Barlordism. I mean, this is the guy who invented 200 new cocktails in one day! Totally new, not in the least derivative!"

He cast an admiring glance toward the figure in the rocking-chair.

"And yet you can talk to him as if he was just anyone, you know? I was telling him about ..." Neville paused guiltily ..."about, uh, this place, and he just came back with me, no fuss, for a visit. I bet he's really impressed with how Hodgelett kept things going while Violet and I were away."

Regardless of how the Ubarlord felt, it was evident that Neville was impressed. But then, as Violet observed sotto voce to Leonard Otterby, Neville was impressed when Hodgelett breathed in and out. She'd never seen such an infatuation.

Unless it was Giordano's for Neville. Or the Green Tentacled Thing's for Jeremy. Or, let's face it, her own for Byron. Or that delegate who came in a few weeks ago for his lost -- what was her name? Brigette? Or ...

The more Violet thought about it, the more she felt that there was something in the air at the Strangers' Bar.

"And it's nothing to do with you, Gurgle," she told the dragon.

Leaving the Bar's clientele to muse over this apparently unprovoked and seemingly irrelevant remark, she bustled off to make sure the Valentine's Day decorations were ready for next month.

The Black New World

05-01-2006, 15:34

Deep breath.

Samuel checked his reflection in his hand mirror. There wasn't much wrong with it. Eyes lined subtly, hair out of place only to make you want to brush it back, stubble highlighting the striking features of his face, lips tinted a bitten red. Perfect. He positioned his shirt to make him seem a little more rugged and made his entrance.

"What would you suggest to a man who has had a very bad day?"

Ardchoille

05-01-2006, 15:43

"A very good night!" came the inebriated chorus.

Subtlety, though valued in the Strangers' Bar, was not obligatory.

The Black New World

05-01-2006, 15:46

Samuel grinned.

"In that case give me something incredibly alcoholic. And we'll see what happens after that."

Kirisubo

05-01-2006, 22:28

the Doctor nods approvingly as he samples the guinness 39.

Sarah-Jane nudges the time lord so he notices the food that arrived.

"thank you may dear" he politely says to Hodgelett "that was very thoughtful".

Sarah-Jane takes some of the hot chocolate and wonders if they'll ever to where they planned to go.

Kaigan talks to the Doctor leaving Raiko briefly.

She shrugs her shoulders and heads to the bar looking for another beer.

Bazalonia

06-01-2006, 00:31

John is looking over the chess board seeing moves and counter moves by the Compadrian, Leonard Otterby and this man, The Doctor, that is obviously well respected and admired.

"Well, I think I need a stronger drink." John exclaimed as he got up and went to the bar. He sat down next to Sarah-Jane as he ordered a drink. He struck up the conversation by asking

"So... have you known The Doctor long?"

Compadria

06-01-2006, 00:35

Samuel grinned.

"In that case give me something incredibly alcoholic. And we'll see what happens after that."

"My good fellow", exclaimed Otterby, "I shall buy you the finest drink from the bar, according to your choice, be it Yeldan Ale, Guinness of any variety, Compadrian Oskhy, whatever you so desire. Then we'd be honoured if you could join us in our little discussion of chess here, the Doctor and I. If you like, I'll even take you up on a game of Compadrian chess".

His smile, though drunken, was ingratiating and rather indulgent. Clearly he was a man for whom excess was just another way of phrasing "more please", at least for his idea of living things up.

"Now," thought Otterby to himself, "I could swear I've forgotten something, in the..."

Oh yes, he'd forgotten his wretched briefcase in the committee room.

"Could you excuse me for a moment, you can order your drink on my tab, I shan't be long" and with that he scurried off, somewhat swaying, towards the exit.

Randomea

06-01-2006, 01:14

Neville had a guilty look in his eye. She'd been around him long enough to spot it a while away, more often than not she'd provoked it, and Hodgelett wasn't sure she wanted to know why, especially with this 'Ubarlord' in tow. iWell it's not to retire, he wouldn't have suddenly married some Hibernian with Giordano throwing himself at him.'
Keeping her speculations to herself she smiled as Violet made came back to the bar. "Have a nice time? These lot have been no trouble," she said with a wink "I don't suppose my secretary said anything, did he? And I want all the gossip. All of it. But first I'd better check in on my office."
As she passed him she tapped Neville on the shoulder. "Are you staying long Neville? I'll be back quickly if you still need me."

ooc: As I have exams next week online presence might be unlikely...but then knowing me I'll probably still be here.

Karpoich-Ocon

06-01-2006, 04:47

[NS]Dastardly Stench

06-01-2006, 07:34

Kyle Skyler, current Prime Minister of Karpoich-Ocon, wanders into the Stranger's Bar, having no idea what he is in for. He sees a group of fellow national leaders in a corner, and makes a beeline for them.

"Greetings, the name is Kyle. How are y'all doing?" Kyle asked, with a grin on his face.

"Quite well," one of them replies. "My name is Gurgle the Dragon.

"We've recently witnessed the coronation of one of our members, and the drink has flowed freely!"

Kirisubo

06-01-2006, 08:10

"a fair while" Sarah-jane replies "although time is irelevant where the Doctor is concerned.

After I sneaked into a conference using my Aunts invite I met up with him, had an adventure against a medieval warlord and a Sontaran and it all started there"

She drinks some coffee managing a little smile.

Cybertoria

07-01-2006, 02:03

Hey Neville, throw me a brewski!

Bazalonia

07-01-2006, 02:54

"So... Your punishment for going to a place instead of your Aunt was spending time with the Doctor?" said John with a little laugh and a smirk, trying to get a laugh out of Sarah-Jane.

"You don't seen to be enjoying yourself much here. Are you eager to get on and go somewhere in particular? or is there something I can do to help you enjoy yourself?"

Kirisubo

07-01-2006, 03:07

Wyldtree

07-01-2006, 03:53

Wallace Kylemore of Wyldtree enters the bar for the first time and has a look about, feeling a bit out of his element in this UN setting. New to the game of politics and more used to preaching to his own people, he was none the less chosen by the administration for being a perfect representation of the Wyldtree spirit.

Wallace finds a seat somewhere secluded and quietly observes for the moment, unsure of what to make of this rather varied collection. He is a pale man with long fiery red hair, dressed in seemingly outdated clothing to some. A black fur cape flows down over his green shirt marked with the tree of Wyldtree and a black and green kilt with only sandles on his feet.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

07-01-2006, 07:18

Sarah-Jane chuckles and says "I wouldn't say being with the Doctor is a punishment. I've seen so much with him that I'd never seen otherwise"

She shrugs her shoulders and adds "I don't suppose this little stopover will make him late. When you've a time ship you're never late for anything"

Reiko Sakura heads to the bar and orders another beer. The young oriental woman gives John a smile and introduces herself to Sarah-Jane and John while she waits.

"That reminds me," says the Dragon, "how exactly did the TARDIS come to be here, anyway? I hope the CIA isn't medling again, is it?

"I've been turning the equations over in my head, and I think I know how they're doing it, by the way. The symptoms you describe can only be achieved by using a giant time displacor to actually lock onto your TARDIS in mid-stream and...well, displace it. I think you mentioned something to me about the CIA having--well, I think you called it a 'time scoop.' Such a device could also be used to force a TARDIS off of its trajectory. It's VERY detectable, though. In the intertemporal void, ee equals em cee cubed, so the energy requirement would be tremendous. It would show up as a heat discharge in the fluxor coils."

Avarhierrim

08-01-2006, 03:58

Bazalonia

08-01-2006, 04:52

Sarah-Jane chuckles and says "I wouldn't say being with the Doctor is a punishment. I've seen so much with him that I'd never seen otherwise"

She shrugs her shoulders and adds "I don't suppose this little stopover will make him late. When you've a time ship you're never late for anything"

Reiko Sakura heads to the bar and orders another beer. The young oriental woman gives John a smile and introduces herself to Sarah-Jane and John while she waits.

John could not help but think what it would be like to constantly travel through time... but then he thinks of the UN... Yeah it seems it is the best way to make a day go past without achieving anything.... Well such is international diplomacy and politics.

As the Asian looking Reiko introduced herself to John and Sarah, John welcomed Reiko as she sat next too him...."Wow I've got two women " he laughedf to himself... with only a smile there to give him away .

"So Reiko what do you do?" he asked

Wyldtree

08-01-2006, 06:15

*Adaine joins the newcomer and says* "hello"
*Wallace looks up and brushes his hair aside casually with a smile* "Merry Meet"

[NS]Dastardly Stench

08-01-2006, 08:05

*Wallace looks up and brushes his hair aside casually with a smile* "Merry Meet"

Now a bit tipsy from his keg of whiskey, the Gurgle the dragon sighs in contentment.

"Neville," he says, "would you kindly insure that a round was put on the Dastardly Stench tab in honor of our newcomer? I think I'd best stick to a goodly vat of decaf this time, though."

Compadria

08-01-2006, 12:54

Bursting back into the Strangers Bar, suitcase in tow, Otterby spotted the new delegate and a warm fuzzy feeling came over him.

"Anthony", he remarked to his deputy who was sharpening a knife with unusual concentration, "could you be so good as to go and chat with that new delegate and buy him a round. I have to find the Doctor you see, there is something I must ask him".

Kirisubo

08-01-2006, 13:52

Wyldtree

08-01-2006, 16:54

Dastardly Stench']Now a bit tipsy from his keg of whiskey, the Gurgle the dragon sighs in contentment.

"Neville," he says, "would you kindly insure that a round was put on the Dastardly Stench tab in honor of our newcomer? I think I'd best stick to a goodly vat of decaf this time, though."

*Orders up a nice pint of newcastle and raises it to the kind dragon in thanks* *seeing the deputy Anthony heading over Wallace gives a kindly bow and pushes out a seat at his table*

Bahgum

08-01-2006, 17:32

Sir Albert in a rare moment of almost sobriety leaves the bar (also a newsworthy event by Bahgumian standards) and returns quickly (not very surprising at all by Bahgumian standards) with a particularly efficient and worryingly eager looking detachment of the infamous Bahgumian mother in law squadron.
Sir Albert gives some quiet instructions and the fearsome ladies disperse, passing a cool disapproving steady glare (to be fair this is the only kind of stare a mother in law possesses) over the inhabitants of the bar as they begin a meticulous search and scouting operation.
Sir Albert smiles to the bars patrons " don't worry, too much, chaps and chapesses, they are carrying out a survey for nominations to the Bahgumian order of merit, drink up"
With that he returns to his well worn seat, calls Neville over for a Bahgumian blue brandy and takes a quick nap under his flat cap. The mellow tsk, tsking of the mother in laws as they take notes helping him drift away.....

[NS]Dastardly Stench

08-01-2006, 22:10

Sir Albert smiles to the bars patrons " don't worry, too much, chaps and chapesses, they are carrying out a survey for nominations to the Bahgumian order of merit, drink up"
With that he returns to his well worn seat, calls Neville over for a Bahgumian blue brandy and takes a quick nap under his flat cap. The mellow tsk, tsking of the mother in laws as they take notes helping him drift away.....

Gurgle lets loose a resounding belch as one of them passes, just to hinder his chances. He doesn't know what a "Bahgumian order of merit" is, and he doesn't want to find out.

Though he pretends to look the other way, he can see the woman's reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He got her attention. Good. One can never be too careful. In fact,

"Neville," he says, feigning annoyance, "are you sure this coffee is black? I'm not a bloody mammal, you know. Milk doesn't sit well with me!" Of course, his body can handle milk in small amounts--but they don't know that. Hopefully, if he seems irritable enough, they'll move on.

Bazalonia

08-01-2006, 23:42

Reiko replies back to John "be carefull what you wish for. I'm the Secretary of the Kirisuban UN Office. My Ambassadors over there talking with the Doctor ad the deputy Ambassadors on a mission.

Kaigan sama thought it would be a good idea if I got to know some people down here"

Sarah-Jane takes more of her drink and admired the oriental womans answer and adds "Reiko's right. We've got you outnumbered" chuckling

"heh..." John replied "So I suppose if I made an inappropriate remark you'd both gang up on me?" as he added a little wink. "But that would be something I'd never do. Well.., I'm new to the UN so I am just getting to know people as well."

Compadria

09-01-2006, 19:12

"heh..." John replied "So I suppose if I made an inappropriate remark you'd both gang up on me?" as he added a little wink. "But that would be something I'd never do. Well.., I'm new to the UN so I am just getting to know people as well."

"Oh come now dear boy", Otterby chortled with a mixture of port-induce bonhomie and lechery, "surely you've succumbed to your foibles on at least one occasion, I must say I am often guilty of being too fulsome in my praise of the opposite sex, especially when in such a state as I am now".

The Black New World

09-01-2006, 19:35

Samuel ordered something resembling a brandy and found a table that was far enough away from the bar that he would be bothered regularly.

Then he practiced his smoking technique.

Bazalonia

09-01-2006, 23:17

"Oh come now dear boy", Otterby chortled with a mixture of port-induce bonhomie and lechery, "surely you've succumbed to your foibles on at least one occasion, I must say I am often guilty of being too fulsome in my praise of the opposite sex, especially when in such a state as I am now".

"I'm sure that Miss?"he said as looking towards Sarah-Jane looking fr confirmation... "Sarah-Jane.. and the Kirisubo Ambassador here, Reiko. Would not like to hear any stories like that... even if I had any."

There was something about his voice that hinted at the fact that he had stories but did not want to say so around Reiko or Sarah-Jane for some reason.

Compadria

10-01-2006, 00:02

"I see", Otterby said, suddenly strangely sober, "I have some old war stories if you'd be more interested in that. Nothing violent you understand, just some interesting things that happened whilst I was serving in the Compadrian Navy".

Kirisubo

10-01-2006, 01:16

Compadria

10-01-2006, 20:26

Reiko chuckles and says "it takes a lot to shock us Kirisubans. what do you expect from a nation that has nude mixed sex bath houses and still has traditional courtesans"

she drinks from her glass of beer and Sarah-Jane raises an eyebrow.

Otterby, whose nation for all its much vaunted progressiveness and laissez-faire attitude to personal conduct, was shocked into a stunned silence.

Bazalonia

10-01-2006, 23:48

John was stunned at Reiko's statement... mixed nude public baths....

Wow...

John could not think of anything to say.. buthe wanted to say something so his mouth opened and closed itself

The Black New World

10-01-2006, 23:57

Samuel took one look at stunned representatives.

'Care for a cigarette?'

Kirisubo

11-01-2006, 00:03

Reiko looks in puzzlement at the stunned delegates. She notices Sarah-Jane was more open minded when she noticed the lifting eyebrow.

she calmly takes another drink of beer and says "its normal for us and its been that way for centuries. Why should we change?"

Bazalonia

11-01-2006, 00:16

"Uh... no thanks.. Id don't smoke." john replied to the offer of a cigarette.

"I'm sorry, but back home public nudity is very much frowned upon... And things like that.. Well.. Quite frankly have not confronted me before. But now I have had a bit of time to get used to it... I see no problem. and to answer your question.. Which I know was rhetorical anyway. No you should not change." he said as he faced towards Reiko....

Kirisubo

11-01-2006, 00:41

"good for you" Reiko replies "Bazalonia has its ways and we have ours"

She dosen't notice Mr Otterby's stunned look as she drinks more of her beer turning to Samuel saying "no thank you. i don't smoke either"

Randomea

12-01-2006, 00:28

Hodgelett's head popped back in the Bar, soon followed by the rest of her. "Looks like they didn't miss me...much. My department's doing a wonderful job coping, even though the workload's been surprisingly low."
ooc: I wish.
Noticing Mr.Otterby's bemused and rather dreamy expression, tinged with shock she gave the Doctor's pretty travelling companion a wink. "Has he been flicking through the tv channels again?"

ooc:I haven't got an exam on EU Law that I haven't revised for in 15hrs...honestly 0:-)

Wyldtree

12-01-2006, 00:28

*Wallace walks up to the bar for another drink and overhearing the conversation going on with Reiko he cant help but comment* Honestly I find these clothes so... confining. Few in my country wear clothing in fair weather *shrugs and gives a slight sigh* Such is this political world I suppose... *takes a sip of a fresh newcastle* ...But I'd still rather be skyclad.

Kirisubo

12-01-2006, 00:29

Sarah-jane chuckles and says "He wasn't. Reiko just shocked him thats all"

Bazalonia

12-01-2006, 00:42

"And what an interesting shock it was too..." John added....

He after the initial shock of the comment had quickly recovered and now looked very relax as he leaned on the bar.

Kirisubo

12-01-2006, 03:06

While Kaigan talks with the Doctor his phone goes off and he excuses himself to answer it.

He finds out Midori is returning to UN HQ after the coronation in Libertaria. He thinks 'that means Pazu-Lenny isn't far away'.

He gets back to his conversation saying "sorry about that. The deputy ambassador is returning from her trip. I'll better meet her at the portal"

Kaigan leaves excusing himself and leaves Raiko to enjoy herself in the bar.

Hou Mian

12-01-2006, 06:28

*A new, slightly confused looking fellow walks in and goes to the bar. Sits down and proceeds to listen, with a plate of fish and a glass of yellow liquid. He nods to any who look his way.*

[NS]Dastardly Stench

12-01-2006, 08:45

Hmmmmm, the dragon thought to himself, another opportunity to get in good with the girls. He checked, and, indeed, the mothers-in-law were still scampering about, pen and paper in their mits.

"I really don't understand this preocupation that you mammalian types have with clothing," he said. "I'm all but totally nude right now, and have been for some time. No one seems to have complained that I'm showing off too many of my shiny little scales, now, are they?"

It was true. Gurgle wore only a large sack around his neck, which he used for a few personal affects--cell phone, identification and the like. Other than that, it was all freshly-buffed bronze-colored scales.

Compadria

12-01-2006, 18:45

Hodgelett's head popped back in the Bar, soon followed by the rest of her. "Looks like they didn't miss me...much. My department's doing a wonderful job coping, even though the workload's been surprisingly low."
ooc: I wish.
Noticing Mr.Otterby's bemused and rather dreamy expression, tinged with shock she gave the Doctor's pretty travelling companion a wink. "Has he been flicking through the tv channels again?"

"I must inform you that I by no means watch the disreputable sort of programmes you imply I watch by that sentence", Otterby spluttered, "at least...not regularly".

Kirisubo

12-01-2006, 21:35

"I must inform you that I by no means watch the disreputable sort of programmes you imply I watch by that sentence", Otterby spluttered, "at least...not regularly".

Reiko chuckles and drinks more beer and having been the one who embaressed him in the first place goes over and starts asking about Compadria and its customs.

Ardchoille

14-01-2006, 02:15

Hodgelett's head popped back in the Bar, soon followed by the rest of her.

The Ubarlord observed quietly. He could see why his impetuous follower believed that Hodgelett was worthy of Barlordism. Unobtrusively he beckoned her, and waved her to a comfortable wicker chair.

"It has been suggested to me that you should be inducted into the ranks of Barlords," he began, formally. "It has definitely not been suggested to me that I should tell you why the suggestion was made, but I'm going to anyway," he added, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Carefully he explained Neville's pitifully obvious plan. "So he thinks that, if you, too, are vowed to Unchastity, you and he will inevitably end up lovers," he concluded. "I have to give him points for both deviousness and persistence."

He observed the young woman curiously, wondering what vengeance (if any) she would extract on the unsuspecting Neville.

"He really doesn't understand what your relationship to your poli-Princess means," he added, hoping to avert anything too dire. "I must say, if, after your responsibilities in that direction have eased, you chose at any time to become a Barlord, I would induct you that same day," he smiled. "You have every quality our order would wish to find in its members. But it is clear that others also appreciate those qualities, and it is understandable that you may wish to employ them in other ways."

He sank back comfortably into Komokom's rocking-chair, not wishing to press Hodgelett for an answer, and his gaze flicked around the Bar. It came to rest on Violet as she dealt happily with her thousand-and-one tasks. A close observer might have noticed his sudden concentration.

Kirisubo

14-01-2006, 12:15

Kaigan returns with Midori Kasgi-Nero, carrying the deputy ambassadors small case.

Midori is dressed in her favourite dark green skirt suit and the pair talk in Kirisuban as they enter the bar.

Hou Mian

16-01-2006, 00:00

Bazalonia

16-01-2006, 00:25

An alarm goes off on John's mobile phone.... He picks it up and looks at it...

"Ugh... I forgot... I've got an urgent meeting that I need to be at..."

What did not ssay is that the meeting was with his wife. He picked up his stuff and ran out of the Bar...

"Nice meeting you all..." yelled as he ran.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

16-01-2006, 07:25

*The previously mentioned confused looking man picks up his drink, a yellowish liquor in a cermaic cup, and walks starts looking around*

My nation is looking to modernize its commercial trading fleet, and I was told that this might be the best place to look for contacts that could lead to contracts. Would anyone be willing to aid me?

"Certainly," the Dragon replies. "We of Dastardly Stench have a variety of innovative technologies, including a fleet of submarines whose hulls are made of Pykrete. Our Information Technology sector is of great quality, and we have abundant supplies of...natural gas, should your energy needs also not be met.

"Can our countries begin negotiations in the near future?"

Hou Mian

16-01-2006, 07:58

Dastardly Stench']"Certainly," the Dragon replies. "We of Dastardly Stench have a variety of innovative technologies, including a fleet of submarines whose hulls are made of Pykrete. Our Information Technology sector is of great quality, and we have abundant supplies of...natural gas, should your energy needs also not be met.

"Can our countries begin negotiations in the near future?"

"We are not so interested in submarines, as these are for a commercial fleet. However, I have never heard of this Pykrete? What is this?

And as for IT, ours is not very cutting edge. Despite my best efforts, I have had difficulty in attracting IT investment. That could be most useful.

My name is Fu Huangdi. *small bow* As the Khaghan of my nation and Khan of my tribe, I invite you to come join me for some refreshment."

Carisbrooke

16-01-2006, 10:13

Greetings to all member of the Strangers Bar, I am new here, although I have been delegate for a goodly long time. I have never wandered down the particular alley way that seems to bring one to this place of refinement and sophistication. Is it ok for ladies to purchase a round of drinks? If so I would be most pleased to offer a drink to all present as a cordial greeting and indroduce myself to you....

I am Cari, The most scandalous Queen and UN delegate for the Free States of Gaia.

:D

Ardchoille

16-01-2006, 15:08

"Scandalous queens are always warmly welcomed in the Strangers' Bar," Neville enthused, casting a stern look at the giggling Violet.

"And traditionally, petal, your first drink is always on the house. So, what'll it be? I can recommend the Ennish shandy, though Findhorn scrumpy has a way of creeping up on you with a sledgehammer behind its back ..."

As he waited for Cari to choose her favourite among the many exotic beverages available, the Barlord puzzled over her introductory statement. Predictably, his curiosity overcame his good manners.

"When you say you're the most scandalous queen, do you mean Gaia is a region full of disreputable female monarchs, of whom you're the top, er, dog?" he enquired.

"Or are you most scandalous in a long line of merely 'scandalous', or are you just a reasonably normal person after a succession of uptight harpies?"

Neville had never really mastered the art of being relaxed with those who were Queens in their own right, though he got on quite well with princesses.

Carisbrooke

16-01-2006, 15:19

Why thank you for your kindness Sir. I would be most obliged if I could impose on your goodself to choose an appropriate first drink...as I am unused to ordering drinks for myself....I leave myself totally in your most capable hands.......

*The Queen smiles demurely and gazes at Neville

As for the reason for my title....you need to get to know me and discover it for yourself

Cari

;D

Ardchoille

16-01-2006, 16:07

Neville's eyes sparkled. "Ah, the thrill of discovery!" he said. But, just as he reached out to open the flap in the counter ...

"Down, boy!" said Violet firmly, thumping something fluffy with cocktail umbrellas down in front of the Queen.

"Oh, dear, did I splash you?" she added sweetly. "I'm sooo sorry!" She dabbed ineffectually at the sticky mark with a damp and slightly smelly bar-towel.

It wasn't that she disapproved of blatant seduction; it was all very well in its place, and the Strangers' Bar was certainly that. But no-one was going to be allowed to distract Neville until he'd signed off the staff pay-sheets.

Carisbrooke

16-01-2006, 16:20

Cari looks down at her decollatage and watches a bead of the sticky splashed drink as it snakes its way down her cleavage.....

She looks up and smiles sweetly, takes a long and elegant finger and slowly collects the bead of drink and puts it to her lips....

"thats quite alright" she says to the woman who is clearly annoyed by her mere presence..as she sucks her finger she turns her attention to the man at her side once more, she slowly removes her finger and smiles

"thank you for being so welcoming, as a newcomer I wondered if you could show me the ropes?"

Ardchoille

16-01-2006, 16:51

"Oh, there's plenty who'll do that," said Violet heartily. "Neville's got a job to do, but there's no end of delegates who have far too much time on their hands. I'll introduce you to some of them."

She looked around the Bar, her glance summoning as many of the regulars as she could. She wasn't sure whether Otterby could still walk, and Mathieu, damn him, was actually in the UN debating abortion -- wasted effort, but bound to get him some publicity to keep the home folk happy -- oh, where was Jeremy of Cybertoria when you needed him?

If things get desperate, I can always introduce her to a Bahgumian Mother-in-Law, she thought.

But in her heart, Violet knew, she was too nice a girl to do that to anyone.

(OOC: Sorry, Carisbrooke, gotta go)

Wyldtree

16-01-2006, 20:26

*Wallace pipes up from his place at the bar*

"The Free States of Gaia you say? An intriguing name. Any friend of the earth mother is a friend of Wyldtree"

*smiles pleasently*

"But where are my manners... my name is Wallace Kylemore of Wyldtree, delegate of the Sea Of Madness. Pleased to make your aquaintance my lady. I am somewhat new here myself. In fact I'm somewhat new to this business all together I must admit."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

17-01-2006, 07:06

"We are not so interested in submarines, as these are for a commercial fleet. However, I have never heard of this Pykrete? What is this?

And as for IT, ours is not very cutting edge. Despite my best efforts, I have had difficulty in attracting IT investment. That could be most useful.

My name is Fu Huangdi. *small bow* As the Khaghan of my nation and Khan of my tribe, I invite you to come join me for some refreshment."

Well, thought the Dragon, it's not every day I get the chance to show off some of my intellect. Too often, mammalians think I'm a stupid beast, anyway. This one's just scored some points in my game.

He joined the gentleman.

"Pykrete," the Dragon said, "was developed in Brittain in the late 1930's, by a gentleman by the name of Pyke. Its ingredients are simplicity itself: ice and sawdust. Turns out the stuff can be made stronger than cement, and almost as strong as steel--and its boyancy properties make it an ideal material for the hull of a cold-water ship. In the middle of World War II, it was proposed that the allies would build a fleet of aircraft carriers out of the stuff. More or less fortunately, the war changed and this was never necessary.

"Nonetheless, we at Dastardly Stench found that it made an ideal material for our caterpillar-drive sumbarines, the Exhausters. By being lighter and more boyant than a metal submarine of similar size, the Exhausters compete favourably with smaller, prop-driven ships, negating the chief disadvantage--the size requirement--of the caterpillar drive. The Exhauster is also almost twenty per cent less expensive to construct than her steel-hulled counterpart, the Squeezer."

"Now, please excuse this question, but I am not sure whether your family name is 'Fu' or 'Huangdi.' Do you follow the western tradition of using your given name first, or the oriental tradition of using your family name first?"

"And what, precisely, would Khan offer in trade for our considerations? Knowing what Pykrete is, now you can understand that our needs include a supply of good, low-quality timber, among other things."

Carisbrooke

17-01-2006, 10:46

Hou Mian

17-01-2006, 15:27

Dastardly Stench']

"Now, please excuse this question, but I am not sure whether your family name is 'Fu' or 'Huangdi.' Do you follow the western tradition of using your given name first, or the oriental tradition of using your family name first?"

"And what, precisely, would Khan offer in trade for our considerations? Knowing what Pykrete is, now you can understand that our needs include a supply of good, low-quality timber, among other things."

Fu is my family name, good sir. My usual mode of address back home would be Fu Khaghan, but as equals you may call me Fu Xiansheng. And I do not believe I have caught your name or title as of yet?

As for what we can offer, our timber industry is, sadly, very small. As a nation of islands, there is no room for large amounts of forest. However, we have a great Soda industry, as well as possibly paying for it outright. Our economy is booming, but overall our industries, with one exception, are not of the grand sort. And we do not export our uranium to any outside of our alliance, for obvious reasons.

Oh, and what are you drinking? I'll gladly give you a refill."

OOC: I didn't realize you were non-mammalian...could you give me a brief description? I'm just an ordinary guy, in a suit.

Wyldtree

17-01-2006, 23:56

Turning and smiling warmly at the man who had introduced himself, the Queen offers her hand

"Wallace Kylemore of Wyldtree, I am thrilled to make your aquaintance Sir, I am Cari"

"Do you have any objections to my joining you? I am uncomfortable in a bar as an unaccompanied lady, as I am sure you can understand"

Looking around the Strangers Bar, the Queen moves to sit beside him...

"SO Mr. Kylemore, you are new here too?"

*Wallace takes her hand and presses his lips to it with a kindly bow*

"Object to you joining me? Hardly m'lady. The next drink is on me"

*Wallace pushes out a stool next him at the bar for her*

"Indeed I am newly arrived as well. New to the bar, new to the UN, new to this whole business really. In fact, the nation of Wyldtree & the islands of the Sea of Madness were only recently settled. Politics only recently became my affair... I do believe you have me at an advantage in that respect. Perhaps it is you who should be showing me the ropes."

Randomea

18-01-2006, 01:41

Ooc: He's a big, green, gas producing dragon, who drinks by the keg! :D
Ack..ok decision time....
ic:

Hodgelett was slightly taken aback. For one thing, she'd thought Neville had abandoned any ideas that involved her and thrown himself into Giordano's arms...or vice-versa.
She considered her options a moment, watching the Ubarlord rock to and fro.
"I'm certainly flattered, by both his and your opinions of me. But I can't just abandon my political career. Especially, as you said, with the little princess - it would be an embarassment to the Royal Family to have to choose another Poli-parent. Perhaps when she's old enough I'll consider it, but that's a few years ahead yet." She paused for a moment to breathe, considering Neville and Violet behind the bar. "I'd be more than happy to cover again if they wish, and he relies on her so much that he doesn't remember she's there sometimes." Violet seemed to have chosen exactly the wrong time to spill a drink onto a customer. "Although she does seem to have jealous tendencies."

Thessadoria

18-01-2006, 04:45

All male eyes assembled are instantly diverted to the pair of blinding headlights that enter the bar as their notorious owner grasps Jack Riley by his loosened necktie and pulls him out of his barstool.

"Hey!" gasps the "diplomat," having nearly lost his cigarette in his tumbler of Fine Yeldan Whiskey™.

"I hear the Gruenbergers have sent up a disgusting new deputy (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10261140&postcount=111)!" snarls the Thessadorian.

"Oh, yeah," stammers the Kennyite. "Some 'privateer' dude. Haven't heard much about him. Why, what have you heard?"

"That he's filthy, profane, obscene, lecherous, repulsive lowlife pirate scum!" Her eyes blazing, a faint smile crosses her luscious lips. "And I've never been more intrigued! How can I meet him?"

"Erm, Moltan says he's gonna be spending a lot of time here, so he should be around shortly. I'll buy you a drink, if you're willing to wait."

The Thessadorian regards Riley with a far amount of distaste. "Oh, I suppose so," she grudgingly consents. "Just stop staring at my chest."

"I wasn't ..."

"Stop staring!"

Carisbrooke

18-01-2006, 10:00

*Wallace takes her hand and presses his lips to it with a kindly bow*

"Object to you joining me? Hardly m'lady. The next drink is on me"

*Wallace pushes out a stool next him at the bar for her*

"Indeed I am newly arrived as well. New to the bar, new to the UN, new to this whole business really. In fact, the nation of Wyldtree & the islands of the Sea of Madness were only recently settled. Politics only recently became my affair... I do believe you have me at an advantage in that respect. Perhaps it is you who should be showing me the ropes."

"You are a gentleman sir, thank you"

*Sitting down next to Mr. Kylemore, the Queen takes a sip of her drink and smilingly listens to him as he explains that she is not the only newcomer to the bar

"I have had the honour of being the UN representative to the Free States of Gaia for over a year Sir, but I am sure that you are as able in your post as I, and as for ...."

*There is a commotion along the bar and all eyes turn to watch

"My goodness" The Queen turns back to Wallace and nervously smiles with widened eyes "I wonder who that is?"

Kirisubo

20-01-2006, 08:09

Kaigan and Midori look over and Midori hides a chuckle.

they return to the bar and drink their coffees and Kaigan introduces the pair of them to the new lady delegate from Carisbrooke.

"good evening" he says "welcome to the strangers bar. My name is Captain Kaigan Miromuta, The Ambassador from the Empire of Kirisubo. The Lady is Captain Midori Kasagi-Nero, the deputy ambassador"

Wyldtree

20-01-2006, 12:18

"You are a gentleman sir, thank you"

*Sitting down next to Mr. Wyldtree, the Queen takes a sip of her drink and smilingly listens to him as he explains that she is not the only newcomer to the bar

"I have had the honour of being the UN representative to the Free States of Gaia for over a year Sir, but I am sure that you are as able in your post as I, and as for ...."

*There is a commotion along the bar and all eyes turn to watch

"My goodness" The Queen turns back to Wydtree and nervously smiles with widened eyes "I wonder who that is?"

*Wallace shrugs looking a bit befuddled*

"Aggressive one isn't she? I don't know whether to be jealous of this man she's taken an interest in or feel sorry for him." *chuckles softly*

*Mutters half to himself, thinking out loud* "Gruenberg's new deputy a pirate eh? Making friends with that Law of the Sea repeal it would seem... or is it the other way around?"

(OOC Ugh finally... I've been trying to reply to this for AWHILE lol)

Carisbrooke

20-01-2006, 13:27

Bazalonia

20-01-2006, 13:57

Vorenii

20-01-2006, 16:36

i find it annoying how whenever a proposal is made, the majority always vote for it. It doesnt seem to matter what the proposal is about.

Omigodtheykilledkenny

20-01-2006, 16:53

"That majority always votes yes?" Riley whispers to his companion. "I wish I'da known that, 'cause it would have made those two failed repeals I authored a lot easier to pass!"

"Don't talk to me," growls the Thessadorian.

Kirisubo

20-01-2006, 23:58

*Watching the slightly envious look flicker across Kylemore's face, Cari Smiles to herself...Men, they are all so predictable....

A couple approach and the impressive looking man offers his hand and introduces them.....The Queen rises to her feet and smilingly looks from one to the other....

"Captain Miromuta and Captain Kasagi-Nero, I am most thrilled to make your aquaintance! This is Mr. Kylemore of Wyldtree, we both seem to be new here"

She indicates to them both to join them

(ooc I had trouble logging in too and appols for getting the name wrong, I have corrected it :D)

the two oriental delegates accept the invitation, both in civilian suits.

"We were all new once" Midori replies in perfect unaccented English. she looks at her boss and he says "We're here less than 4 months ourself. It does take a while to find your way around and even longer to secure an office.

Thats unless you want to take your chances with the man eating mutants down in the sublevels. With the UN Portals although it is possisble to commute here in the blink of an eye"

Kaigan then takes a drink of his coffee and adds "Neville runs this place along with Violet. they can do any drink known and seemingly any known food as well as long as its a snack"

[NS]Dastardly Stench

22-01-2006, 08:12

Fu is my family name, good sir. My usual mode of address back home would be Fu Khaghan, but as equals you may call me Fu Xiansheng. And I do not believe I have caught your name or title as of yet?

As for what we can offer, our timber industry is, sadly, very small. As a nation of islands, there is no room for large amounts of forest. However, we have a great Soda industry, as well as possibly paying for it outright. Our economy is booming, but overall our industries, with one exception, are not of the grand sort. And we do not export our uranium to any outside of our alliance, for obvious reasons.

Oh, and what are you drinking? I'll gladly give you a refill."

OOC: I didn't realize you were non-mammalian...could you give me a brief description? I'm just an ordinary guy, in a suit.

The dragon is forty feet long, from head to tail. He is a quadruped, descended, apparently, from the mammal-like reptiles that left the earth three extinction cycles ago--his legs point downwards instead of sideways. He also has a pair of bat-like wings that are neatly folded along his back. If spread out, the wings could easily span forty feet in and of themselves, but they are not, so that the dragon can actually fit in the bar.

His neck is at least ten feet long. He has been using this feature of his anatomy to take part in several local conversations. Though his features are reptilian, his eyes are soft and kind.

He wears no clothing. Instead, his body is covered in shiny, copper-bronze scales. If asked, the dragon would indicate that these require constant polishing to maintain their lustre.

When he speaks, it is with a vaguely--some would say artificially--Brittish accent, and his voice is deep but soft. Between this and his eyes, he somehow seems to render upon others the feeling that he is a compassionate creature--and this is not far from the truth.

He has one other characteristic that others find noteworthy. With a huge set of intestines, he relies on a daintiness spell to prevent himself from constantly flatulating. There are two exceptional characteristics of this spell. First, the dragon can cause the air around it to smell like anything that he desires--he has currently chosen the scent of lilacs in spring--and second, those who inspire his wrath may find themselves the victims of a "permanent" flatulence, whose aroma will never wear off. During the first 72 hours of the "permafart," it is possible for the dragon to remove the curse with an "antidote fart," but this must be administered from extremely short range and that is quite a harrowing experience in and of itself.

Though Gurgle has administered one "permafart" while lounging at the bar, this was done in private, and no one has seen the workings of this particular aspect of the spell in all its grudging respectability. He normally reserves this for the worst of villains, and the recipient in this case had taken part in the kidnapping of a diplomat from the bar. He will forever bear the mark of his...offense.

Gurgle smiles his most cordial smile at Mr. Fu. The dragon is quite friendly, if a little high-strung.

"I'm just having decaf right now, Mr. Fu," he says. "It seems I was imbibing the whiskey a bit too quickly, so I needed something to help take the pressure off.

"Certainly, our nations can come to terms. Trade and the sharing of culture is, after all, what we diplomats do."

OOC:

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Phone's been out for a couple of days.

77 Camaro

22-01-2006, 08:47

[NS]Bazalonia

22-01-2006, 09:01

A tall lanky black haired woman with her long haired tied back and wearing glasses and a black work suit entered the bar. The woman looked around seemingly looking for someone... She sees notices Gurgle before continueing the search... The person she was looking for was not here

She walked up to the bar and asked the bartender... "Excuse me sir, I am looking for John McKay... The Bazalonian Ambassador to the UN. He told me he'd stop off here before meeting his wife, It's their anniversary today."

"Does anyone know, John McKay... He said he'd be here... I need to find him. He's going to be late for his wedding anniversary dinner." said the suited women in a louder than usual voice trying to get the attention of people in the bar.

OOC: WTF.... Why do I now have the [NS] infront.... weirdness...

[NS]Dastardly Stench

22-01-2006, 09:07

Mickey Special staggers into the bar, wearing an empty 12-pack box on his head. Being extremely drunk, as well as incredibly dimwitted, he doesn't realize that he is wearing an empty 12-pack box on his head. Rather, he is convinced that he has, in fact, blinded himself with excessive alcohol consumption.

"Hey!
Man, this is screwed up.
I gone and drank myself blind.
I need more beer!
You know, 'hair of the dog that bit ya'?
It's like curin' a hangover, you drink more beer and the hangover goes away.
Booze blinded me, booze'll cure me!"

Using the full length of his (prehensile) tail, the dragon deftly removes the cardboard from Mr. Special's head.

"Back so soon," he says. "I thought you'd been kidnapped." He snickers, a friendly but contemptuous smile playing across his features. Then he sobers. Another thought has occurred to him.

"Excuse me," he says to Mr. Fu. "I think I've got an antidote to administer--if the poor bloke will have it. Oh...and, if you'll pardon my saying so, I've been drinking from this lately." The dragon clenches a small barrel in his jaws and lifts it from the bar. "I certainly won't hold it against you if you balk at paying the barlord to refill it."

He sniffs at the air, and then seems to follow his nose in the direction of whatever it is detecting.

"I'll be back," he says as he lumbers away. "And don't worry about the mammal--he thinks I'm a hallucination! He'll probably want another drink just to get me off whatever passes for his mind!"

Hou Mian

23-01-2006, 02:45

Bartender! A barrel of decaf for my friend here. (pointing to Dastardly Stench).

And a round of Bai Jiu for any who wants one!

Ardchoille

23-01-2006, 16:02

Bazalonia']"Does anyone know, John McKay... He said he'd be here... I need to find him. He's going to be late for his wedding anniversary dinner." said the suited women in a louder than usual voice trying to get the attention of people in the bar.

Neville hastily recalled his wandering attention from Hodgelett and the Ubarlord. He shot a quick glance at Violet. Her intervention had rescued him from that predatory Cari woman, surely she had an answer to this?

Your problem, mate, I just work here, said Violet's expression, clear as speech. She busied herself with filling Fu Xiansheng's order. The Bai Ju round might well accomplish the extinction of Mickey Special for the night, and the thought appealed to her orderly mind.

Bereft of ideas, Neville tried delaying tactics.

"Uh ... John ... John McKay ... er ... maybe he had to work late at the office?" the Barlord suggested. He didn't know much about marriage from the inside, but from the outside he was fairly certain that being late for a wedding anniversary dinner was Not a Good Idea.

That being the case, it was obviously his duty to cover for a good customer.

"Ah ... while you wait, perhaps you'd like to try a relaxing drink? On the house, of course," Neville offered.

If worst came to worst, the right alcoholic combination might put the 'anniversary' business out of this oddly-dressed woman's mind. She didn't look like someone heading for an evening of romantic reminiscing, but, well, you never knew, did you?

Surreptitiously, Neville flipped open his Crisis Cocktails book.

[NS]Bazalonia

23-01-2006, 23:00

Neville hastily recalled his wandering attention from Hodgelett and the Ubarlord. He shot a quick glance at Violet. Her intervention had rescued him from that predatory Cari woman, surely she had an answer to this?

Your problem, mate, I just work here, said Violet's expression, clear as speech. She busied herself with filling Fu Xiansheng's order. The Bai Ju round might well accomplish the extinction of Mickey Special for the night, and the thought appealed to her orderly mind.

Bereft of ideas, Neville tried delaying tactics.

"Uh ... John ... John McKay ... er ... maybe he had to work late at the office?" the Barlord suggested. He didn't know much about marriage from the inside, but from the outside he was fairly certain that being late for a wedding anniversary dinner was Not a Good Idea.

That being the case, it was obviously his duty to cover for a good customer.

"Ah ... while you wait, perhaps you'd like to try a relaxing drink? On the house, of course," Neville offered.

If worst came to worst, the right alcoholic combination might put the 'anniversary' business out of this oddly-dressed woman's mind. She didn't look like someone heading for an evening of romantic reminiscing, but, well, you never knew, did you?

Surreptitiously, Neville flipped open his Crisis Cocktails book.

"Well.... I tried. It's his own fault if he misses it, I'm not going to baby him." exclaimed the women.. "My name is Johanna Skite, I'm the secretary for the Bazalonian UN Ambasador... who's name just happens to be John McKay. As for a drink, Just a Gin & Tonic actually, thanks."

Johanna found a seat at the next table away from the dragon and those around. Even as she sat down she was still nearly sitting completely upright... It seems she does not know how to relax... which in a way is both true and false.

Bahgum

24-01-2006, 00:31

Sir Albert, looks around, a little panicked, then his gaze settles on the pint which he had placed two inches further to the left than usual, the panic leaves him, and is replaced with a mild look of satisfaction and bemusement. A good job no strange folk where watching, who knows what they would have thought....

Avarhierrim

24-01-2006, 08:53

*Wallace shrugs looking a bit befuddled*

"Aggressive one isn't she? I don't know whether to be jealous of this man she's taken an interest in or feel sorry for him." *chuckles softly*

*Mutters half to himself, thinking out loud* "Gruenberg's new deputy a pirate eh? Making friends with that Law of the Sea repeal it would seem... or is it the other way around?"

(OOC Ugh finally... I've been trying to reply to this for AWHILE lol)

*Adaine sits down at Wallace and the Queens table, watching the new arrivals in amusement*

OOC:I have had no trouble logging in, but I haven't been able to use the forums, which is why I haven't posted in ages sorry.

Wyldtree

25-01-2006, 22:27

*Adaine sits down at Wallace and the Queens table, watching the new arrivals in amusement*

OOC:I have had no trouble logging in, but I haven't been able to use the forums, which is why I haven't posted in ages sorry.

*Wallace nods in acknowledgement and orders up another pint*

*Wallace sighs and shakes his head* "I need it. Have you seen they're going at it about abortion again in the UN? This bit will never go away. I'm all for it being left to individual nations, but whether this latest repeal gos through or not it will never end. There will always be another repeal or resolution on it being proposed."

"People know it will never end... why not just do what they will with their own nations? I just recently got here and I'm tired of this issue."

*Wallace grumbles a bit*

"Oh well... as it's never going to end either way I'll vote for the latest repeal again and hope to shoot down any other resolution on the topic. The people of Wyldtree would surely be upset if I did otherwise."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

28-01-2006, 07:53

In the distance, there was a noise.

It sounded like a man screaming. Then, it sounded as if the scream was drowned out by the sound of flatulance. Then, the scream seemed to change to a sigh of relief.

[NS]Bazalonia

28-01-2006, 08:45

Johanna recieved her drink from the Barlord and gulped it down in one shot... Though the glass was really too big for it to realistically happen, Johanna seamed to manage it.

Ignoring the noise in the distance, she drew her attention to the people and one dragon sitting at the table... Maybe they knew John. She seemed to be drawn to the Dragon.. probably because he was the odd one out, though another reason is that it seemed that he'd take more notice of happenings around then the others.

"Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you knew of a John McKay? Bazalonia's Ambassador to the UN." she said in a fairly distant tone of voice.

Enn

29-01-2006, 05:43

The doors of the Strangers' Bar opened. A great triumphal chorus was heard, proclaiming the Grand Return. This attracted so much attention that few noticed the pair of 30ish women wandering in the back door.

"Let's see," the first began, "what's changed? Neville's still here, that dragon's still emitting odours, and..."

"Is that... Sir Albert?" her companion replied. "He's come back too? Who else is around?"

And with that, Stephanie Fulton and Hannah Sikura returned to the UN, and the Strangers' Bar.

Kirisubo

29-01-2006, 14:32

the Doctor and Sarah-Jane give their farewells and enter the blue box again.

the TARDIS wheezes and vanishes as if it was never there.

Kaigan and Midori keep chatting to the Carrisbrooke and Wyld Tree ambassadors and answering their questions as much as they can.

Ardchoille

29-01-2006, 15:35

Enviously Neville watched the Time Lord's craft disappear; then wondered what he was doing staring into space like that, though he was sure he was supposed to be remembering something ... to have remembered ... ah, forget it.

He forced his mind back to Barlords. Specifically, the Ubarlord. And Hodgelett.

It was all too clear what her decision had been. There was no congratulating going on, no awarding of diplomas, no vesting with the mystical symbols. Hodgelett wasn't going to become a Barlord. Instead, the two of them were staring fixedly at Violet as she hurried over to refill their glasses. Now the Ubarlord was standing; putting his hands ritually on her shoulders; solemnly asking her something.

Violet, a Barlord? One of the chosen ones, so naturally talented they didn't need to attend Barlord U? Neville felt a brief spike of jealousy, overwhelmed within seconds by an enormous pride in his co-worker. Excitedly he found a bottle of the finest champagne, the most delicate glasses, the purest ice for the best silver ice-bucket, and hurried over ...

Just in time to hear her say no. Working in the bar was fun, she said, but she was just doing it to pay for her studies. Flattered though she was, she had other plans.

"And might one ask what those plans are?" said the Ubarlord, with a friendly smile.

Violet blushed. "I'm going to be a trade union advocate," she confessed.

As she talked, Neville could see how her eyes glowed and her fair skin flushed. Eagerly she told Hodgelett and the Ubarlord of what she hoped to find in her life.

And, without words, without even knowing it, she told Neville what he had lost.

[SIGNIFICANT VIOLINS]

[/SIGNIFICANT VIOLINS]

The bitter-sweet moment passed, as bitter-sweet moments will. Neville had his pride. He popped the cork, poured the champagne, cleared the litter, lifted the tray, and took up, once again, the Barlord's burden.

Besides, he couldn't help but feel that only a very interesting and romantic person could possibly have a life as filled with ups and downs as his was. Greatly cheered by the thought, he went to see what havoc he could wreak on Stephanie's and Hannah's equilibrium. They might think they each had a head for Ennish shandy, but they were out of practice, surely ...

[NS]Dastardly Stench

30-01-2006, 08:14

A large head slinked through the tavern's huge bay doors and surveyed the bar scene. Gurgle the Dragon had returned, and he was surveying the audience to determine how to set the atmosphere.

He noticed that his barrel had been refilled with decaf, black and strong, as he liked it, and that it was still warm--also as he liked it. Mr. Fu was still sitting in the bar, so the dragon had not lost the opportunity to negotiate for the betterment of his an other nations. It was good that he was still able to set the world right after he had finished setting the world right.

Toward that end, the dragon noticed that Neville appeared to be recovering from a slight shock to his system.

As he re-entered the bar and went over to his place by Mr. Fu, the Dragon sought to add aid and comfort to his recent acquaintance.

In a moment, the entire barroom smelled of lightly roasted cinnamon.

"So, Mr. Fu," the Dragon said upon his return, "where were we?"

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OOC: the NATION is "Dastardly Stench." The DRAGON is "Gurgle."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

01-02-2006, 23:56

Mr. Fu did not answer. The dragon looked around.

"Neville," he said to the barlord, a grin playing across his face, "is there something in the drinks that I should know about?"

[NS]Bazalonia

02-02-2006, 00:36

The dragon didn't seem to notice Johanna...

"EXcuse me..." she said in a firm and demanding tone of voice...
her voice returned to normal as she continued"..but do you know of a John McKay?"

Hou Mian

02-02-2006, 04:27

Dastardly Stench']Mr. Fu did not answer. The dragon looked around.

"Neville," he said to the barlord, a grin playing across his face, "is there something in the drinks that I should know about?"

OOC: Sorry, just saw both posts.

IC: We had been talking about what you would want in return for this miracle compound of yours. Most of what I have to offer are sodas, trout, and money. Also, there are certain other services I can render that may not be discussed so publicly. What is your pleasure?

Ardchoille

02-02-2006, 04:37

Neville waved distractedly to Gurgle. It was all he could do, given the sudden rush that had descended on the Bar. The doors of the lift thumped open so regularly that anyone standing near would have sworn they were parked next to a bogan at the traffic lights; it was exactly the same "thumpTHUMP" effect that overdone sub-woofers would have.

The smell of ozone sparked the air as teleport-capable delegates popped into existence. Violet, her champagne abandoned, was already on her feet again, fiddling with the dials on the Acme Chat-Roar Dampener. Even the Ubarlord, old war-horse that he was, snatched a spare apron and threw himself into the fray.

"What the hell's going on here?" he gasped to Neville as their paths intersected.

"Gay rights resolution repeal," answered the vanishing Barlord over his shoulder. "Gay rights always draws a crowd. And there's always a fight in the Assembly, and someone always needs to calm down. This is where they do it."

"Calm down? It's a bloody Mardi Gras!" the oldster thought as he surveyed the room. In one corner a person in some sort of do-good-organisation uniform was handing out teddy-bears to all and sundry. At a table sat a gloomy man in a stovepipe hat, scribbling out, writing, scribbling again and making involuntary oratorical gestures as he worked on what was obviously intended to be a stunner of a speech. Nearby, someone was sitting with his hand poised over a Big Red Button, terrifying the visiting expert until he realised that the wires trailing from it weren't connected to anything.

At the front of the stage, a pair who'd been drinking in perfect and obviously long-time amity when he came in were now slogging it out in the pit; no need to break it up, the Ubarlord thought professionally, they won't hurt anyone but themselves in there. The piano which would normally have been at risk had been dragged up onto the stage, and a group of variously clad people were doing wonderfully limber high-kicks to a repetitive four-line rhyming chant that ended in the word, "Beer!" At least, the Ubarlord thought it was "Beer!"

Meanwhile a conga line was snaking through the crowd. Though it seemed carefree, the Ubarlord realised it was moving with malicious intent. "This one's gon-na vote FOR!" the line was chanting, and at each "FOR!" they were bumping one by one into this or that startled delegate. As if that wasn't enough, another conga-line had started at the opposite corner and was now chanting, "This one's gon-na vote NO!" while concentrating their bumps on anyone the first line had left standing.

The lines were about to meet in the middle of the Bar. Anyone who could do anything -- like that dragon over there, who could obviously have stopped an elephant if necessary -- was too far away. But wait! His eye fell on the automatic music system, which was generally left turned off because delegates hated competing with musical schmaltz. Luckily, though, that wasn't all it had in its repertoire.

"Show some respect, damn you!" bawled the Ubarlord, in the voice that had halted the legendary Great Fluffy Duck Cocktail Recipe Riot.

Shamefaced delegates halted in mid-punch as the great anthem of the United Nations, with all its awesome freight of love, peace and brotherhood, (and an awful lot of terribly well-meaning nonsense) rang out at deafening volume.

Avarhierrim

02-02-2006, 06:41

*Adaine picked himself off the floor, not bothering to pick up the teddy bear, which was also on the floor, he dusted himself off, and stared stony faced at the people who had pushed him over*

[NS]Dastardly Stench

02-02-2006, 23:04

OOC: Sorry, just saw both posts.

IC: We had been talking about what you would want in return for this miracle compound of yours. Most of what I have to offer are sodas, trout, and money. Also, there are certain other services I can render that may not be discussed so publicly. What is your pleasure?

Just as Gurgle was about to resume his coversation, three gnomes teleported into the bar right in front of him. They were pleasant little fellows, with lipstick, rouge and push-up bras.

Gurgle didn't understand the commotion. The laws of Dastardly Stench described marriage as being between two sentient creatures. Since it had entered The Magical Realm, it had become a safe haven for elves, dwarves, even an occasional ogre, and they were mixing and matching freely.

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OOC: The man behind the nation is a US citizen, whose grandparents include a the French wife of a German husband. Between the wars, them damn Krauts and them damn Frogs just plain didn't mix. Period. That's why the two of them ended up HERE.

So...if it wasn't for a place with a more Liberal viewpoint, that man wouldn't have ever been born!
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IC: It should have come as no surprise, then, that Gurgle had, with the full approval of his Government, cast his nation's vote...in favor of the repeal.

The Dominion of Dastardly Stench does not believe in tyranizing other nations, and that's all there is to it. Those wishing to flee tyranical regimes are always welcome at Dastardly Stench's borders, just so long as they stop in at the Hall of the Wizardry of Naturalization to get the basics of citizenship.

As the dragon watched, a gargoyle in a business suit and horn-rimmed eyeglasses (do they ever wear any other kind?) appeared on his right side. In a moment, a heated argument had started, and any hopes of negotiating with Mr. Fu were at least temporarily scuttled. As the argument spread, things threatened to get nasty. This would not do.

Gurgle's tail reached over to a nearby--unbelievably unoccupied--table and deftly plucked a candle off of its centerpiece. Raising his hindquarters, he moved the candle to a spot at just the proper distance from The Dispenser and let one loose. Though the detonation was quite harmless, it was heard more than plainly throughout the bar.

"Thank you for giving me your attention," the dragon called out sarcastically. "New rule in the bar: if you're going to get violent, take it outside. Some of us are trying to conduct diplomacy in here. Thank you for your consideration. Those desiring to threaten the atmosphere of communication in this place will have their feelings duly noted and suitable accomodations provided." As he spoke, the dragon set down the candle, picked up the gargoyle and set him gently down in the pit. The gnomes followed.

Things got a little bit quieter. There were still teddy bears being handed out and congo lines forming, but, with a champion of moderation on the floor, other diplomats suddenly found they once again had the ability to do the things that diplomats do.

"So, Mr. Fu," the dragon said, rejoining the conversation, "first of all, Pykrete isn't a miracle, it's a building material. For heaven's sake, it's just ice with sawdust in it! It has an obvious limitation: it has to be kept cold or..."

The arguers started to argue, the dealers dealing again, and, for a change, it seemed that everybody was winning. Gurgle eventually requested the first exchange be an Exhauster for double her weight in trout--which, to him, seemed a fair bargain. That quantity of food would last for months, and provide a much-needed international flavor to the establishments that served it.

Ahhh, the art of the deal...

Hou Mian

03-02-2006, 01:20

Dastardly Stench']
"So, Mr. Fu," the dragon said, rejoining the conversation, "first of all, Pykrete isn't a miracle, it's a building material. For heaven's sake, it's just ice with sawdust in it! It has an obvious limitation: it has to be kept cold or..."

The arguers started to argue, the dealers dealing again, and, for a change, it seemed that everybody was winning. Gurgle eventually requested the first exchange be an Exhauster for double her weight in trout--which, to him, seemed a fair bargain. That quantity of food would last for months, and provide a much-needed international flavor to the establishments that served it.

Ahhh, the art of the deal...

Oh, dear, it has to be kept cold? We're a tropical nation, and I would hate to have our ship fall apart in our own waters.

However, if you would still like the trout, we'll gladly trade that for any other kinds of food you have. Unless there is a way to keep this Pykrete from melting.

On the other hand, your IT sector has also come to my attention. Another way we could upgrade our fleet would be to better our communications between ships. As it is, some of our straits end up in gridlock because we have no way to direct the barges and houseboats.

Randomea

04-02-2006, 03:57

Hodgelett was surprisingly amused at all the commotion. Perhaps it was residual merriment from the previous situation or a grin at the shocked faces of several delegates who hadn't contemplated the implications of a dragon, an annoyed dragon, in fact an annoyed dragon with extraordinary methane production powers, being in their vicinity, or maybe a sense of mischief usually hidden behind the normal friendly smile.
Whatever its cause she beckoned a fairly resident gnome over, whispered in his ear, before returning to the job of replacing a tablecloth that was slightly scorched due to it's proximity to the dragon's rear end.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

04-02-2006, 11:03

Oh, dear, it has to be kept cold? We're a tropical nation, and I would hate to have our ship fall apart in our own waters.

However, if you would still like the trout, we'll gladly trade that for any other kinds of food you have. Unless there is a way to keep this Pykrete from melting.

On the other hand, your IT sector has also come to my attention. Another way we could upgrade our fleet would be to better our communications between ships. As it is, some of our straits end up in gridlock because we have no way to direct the barges and houseboats.

"Certainly," the dragon replied. "I understand. We also DO produce the steel-hulled counterparts, though the heavier hull makes for a less agile vessel. It also ups the price--the heavier vessel will mean more trout. Compensates slightly for the higher production costs, don't you think?"

"We also have both computer, radar and transponder technologies..."

At this point, Gurgle normally called in his underlings to dot all the I's and cross all the t's, but there was something about Mr. Fu's earnestness that kept him going. He had no idea why the human would want to croud his mind with all the mind-numbing details that such a deal would invoke, but...Gurgle was a dragon with a signifigant intellect, and no mammal would ever accuse him of being an ignorant brute and get away with it.

In the meantime, the Mardi Gras was swirling around the bar, Gurgle's little demonstration of temper having actually made the partiers start to party hardier, now that the arguers were either toning it down or being deposited in the pit. The intoxicants flowed; the party, while not becoming violent, got wilder and wilder.

Neville, of course, was completely in his element.

Unfortunately, while there were plenty of humans on hand, there was only one dragon...and there were no female dragons taking part in the party.

Oh well. Some deals are simply not meant to be made.

[NS]Bazalonia

04-02-2006, 12:07

Johanna was standing there the dragon seemingly unaware of her prescence just as she was unaware of the party going on around the bar....

She went back to the bar, she had to go through a conga line but the dragon's show of anger and a steely gaze combined with an "ahem!" the line parted easily enough and she got through....

Well now she was officially off work.... so she took her hair out and let it flow naturally down from her head down the back, past her shoulders. She ordered another gin and tonic and took some coins ouit of her purse to pay for it.

Hou Mian

04-02-2006, 14:08

Dastardly Stench']"Certainly," the dragon replied. "I understand. We also DO produce the steel-hulled counterparts, though the heavier hull makes for a less agile vessel. It also ups the price--the heavier vessel will mean more trout. Compensates slightly for the higher production costs, don't you think?"

"We also have both computer, radar and transponder technologies..."

At this point, Gurgle normally called in his underlings to dot all the I's and cross all the t's, but there was something about Mr. Fu's earnestness that kept him going. He had no idea why the human would want to croud his mind with all the mind-numbing details that such a deal would invoke, but...Gurgle was a dragon with a signifigant intellect, and no mammal would ever accuse him of being an ignorant brute and get away with it.

In the meantime, the Mardi Gras was swirling around the bar, Gurgle's little demonstration of temper having actually made the partiers start to party hardier, now that the arguers were either toning it down or being deposited in the pit. The intoxicants flowed; the party, while not becoming violent, got wilder and wilder.

Neville, of course, was completely in his element.

Unfortunately, while there were plenty of humans on hand, there was only one dragon...and there were no female dragons taking part in the party.

Oh well. Some deals are simply not meant to be made.

Swell. I'll have my minister of trade, Lao Laoban, meet with your delegation, to get all of the formal stuff signed, etc. We should be able to put together enough trout, and perhaps we can from there expand into other areas? Hou Mian has been a backward nation for a long time, and is just now getting to know the outside world.

On that note...would it be possible to set up a permanent embassy in your nation?

Fu Huangdi

[NS]Dastardly Stench

05-02-2006, 07:56

Swell. I'll have my minister of trade, Lao Laoban, meet with your delegation, to get all of the formal stuff signed, etc. We should be able to put together enough trout, and perhaps we can from there expand into other areas? Hou Mian has been a backward nation for a long time, and is just now getting to know the outside world.

On that note...would it be possible to set up a permanent embassy in your nation?

Fu Huangdi

"Possible, but not easy," the dragon replied. "The Dominion of Dastardly Stench is located in the Magical Realm, which is accessible to this world only through magic portal. There is a permanent portal leading from the United Nations Headquarters to the Supreme Hive in the nation of our neighbor, the Republic of Worsened Life. I say 'Hive' because the entire nation is populated by sentient wasps--but our nations are fast friends and staunch allies, and, provided that your diplomats don't pick the flowers, they'll find their journey an uneventful one.

"Trust me, no one runs a better security detail than the wasps.

"Though our facilities are top-notch, the portals themselves are notoriously tempermental. They broke down completely a few weeks ago, and I had to get a specialist wizard to bring me back just so that I could do my job. Our diplomats, of course, face the same situation. Helps us maintain our honesty and neutrality--it makes spying rather difficult.

"If your diplomats can tolerate the communication black-outs, I'm sure that Dastardly Stench would have no objections to an exchange of embassies."

The dragon smiled and took another drag from his barrel of decaf. At least the brass wouldn't be hounding him to justify his expense account this month. They might even look less unhappily upon the expense of a singed tablecloth or two that had, no doubt, been put on their account. A thought occurred to him.

"Tell me, Mr. Fu, do you think that my handling of those arguers was...undiplomatic?" he asked with a smile.

While he was talking, he noticed that the young lady who had been helping out with the bar had removed her apron and let her hair down. As he spoke, he reached his tail into the pouch around his neck--a magic pouch that could produce small trinkets at his whim--and procured a red rose. Slowly and deftly, the tail extended, handing the flower to her, a token of respect for all that she had done. A wink told her that her contribution was not missed.

Hou Mian

05-02-2006, 18:42

Dastardly Stench']"
"If your diplomats can tolerate the communication black-outs, I'm sure that Dastardly Stench would have no objections to an exchange of embassies."

My diplomats are trained to endure almost anything. Moreover, I will find my most competent and trustworthy diplomat to send to you. Most likely, it will be Fu Guanxi. He has my utmost confidence.

"Tell me, Mr. Fu, do you think that my handling of those arguers was...undiplomatic?" he asked with a smile.

To me, diplomacy is best measured by its effect. You were effective, were you not?

With that, I believe I should return to my nation soon. There is apparently a bit of unrest beginning, and my presence is needed. I may soon appoint a UN ambassador, but know that you are always welcome in Hou Mian. *takes a last sip from his huangjiu, rises, and bows*

[NS]Bazalonia

06-02-2006, 01:50

The tip of the Dragon's tale deftly manouvered the rose it was carrying towards the bar and to Johanna. The tale placed the flower right in front of her. She looked at the rose slightly lifting up her glases to get a better look. For those that have seen Johannah without her glasses on and her hair down, she actually looked quite beautiful, though she never took her glasses off and rarely let her hair down at all. She picked up the rose, turned around to face the dragon. She smiled, thanking him for the rose and then turned back to the bar...

"Do you have a vase that I could use for this rose?" she asked the barstaff.

Randomea

06-02-2006, 02:34

Hodgelett overheard the question, shook her head and laughed.
"A vase? Honestly, are you going to carry it around with you like that, water spilling everywhere?" she appraised the young delegate, marking the dent in the flowing hair which showed she normally wore it up. "Not going back to the office for a while I see...come with me, I think I can do something special for you. Violet, can I borrow some items from the emergency supplies cupboard?" she asked, taking the key with a wink as she shepherded the delegate from Bazalonia to the ladies' room.

"Now we can either half put up your hair, using the rose as decoration, perhaps in a twist of hair at the back, tucked behind the ear...or...something more racey. There's a few gorgeous dresses in the emergency cupboard, and a rose at the breast compliments any woman..." the closing of the door muffled any further conversation to listeners.

[NS]Bazalonia

06-02-2006, 06:33

Johanna was curious about Hodglett's plans as she followed her to the semi-privacy of the ladies'. As she listened to the options there was really only one that really interested her. Having the rose adorn her hair, usually she was totally practical with her hair, having it tied up and out of the way but now she was relaxing and why not you only live once.

Hodglett worked her magic and once they where finished Johanna came back out... still in the same black business suit and glasses but now her hair was half way up with a twist in the back and with it tuccked under behind the ear.

There was something different as she emerged from the bathroom, her stride was somehow more feminine and she had a sparkle in her eye, and she had a smile on her face...

She went and thanked the dragon for the the rose.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

06-02-2006, 07:07

Gurgle's jaw was on the floor. Literally. He was returning Mr. Fu's bow.

Time would tell the effectiveness of his impatience. There were some firebrands out there who would not be satisfied unless the entire bar was in a state of uproar, and his attempts to discipline these elements would no doubt have him marked as a target of sorts. Still, it was preferable to losing the kind of deal that could lead to massive benefits for two nations' economies.

It was at this point that the young lady came back and thanked the dragon for the rose that he had given her. Unfortunately, all he could do initially was grunt an acknowledgement.

With another grunt, he lifted his head off of the floor. Mr. Fu had left, but Gurgle's respect for the gracious manner of his fellow diplomat remained.

"You're welcome m'lady," he finally said. "And, if I may say so, you've put the gift to excellent use holding your hair the way it does. I dare say you'll be turning some heads this evening." Of course, the dragon felt no attraction to the strange, bipedal creature that stood before him. It was a profound--and profoundly pleasant--mystery that they could communicate at all. Still, as one who interacted with humans on a regular basis, it had been almost a requisite that he learn those queues that made a female attractive to the males in her presence--and vice versa. As best he could tell--and he admitted that his divination skills were far from perfect--this one would fare quite well in that regard.

"Care to join me for some refreshment?" the dragon asked. He was actually quite thirsty, and wished to take another drag from his barrel.

[NS]Bazalonia

06-02-2006, 13:10

"Yes... I think I will I need a bit of a break." Johanna said... she looked towards one of the workers in the bar and asked at an appropriate loudness... "Could I get a pot of tea, please?".

She found the seat that Mr Lu had just vacated and sat down, she smilied and sad "It has been a long time since anyone has said that I was beautiful... maybe it was because of the way I had my hair. Who knows and to be honest I don't really care as long as long as things get done when they should."

[NS]Dastardly Stench

07-02-2006, 08:03

Bazalonia']"Yes... I think I will I need a bit of a break." Johanna said... she looked towards one of the workers in the bar and asked at an appropriate loudness... "Could I get a pot of tea, please?".

She found the seat that Mr Lu had just vacated and sat down, she smilied and sad "It has been a long time since anyone has said that I was beautiful... maybe it was because of the way I had my hair. Who knows and to be honest I don't really care as long as long as things get done when they should."

"Ahhh," the dragon said, a relaxed smile playing across his face, "another worshiper of those wonderful words, 'The Right Way.'

"If you don't mind my asking, what things do you need to be done right, and why should you be concerned about them if...they're now, at least temporarily, the responsibility of others?"

I remember when I had to micromanage the world, the dragon thought. I learned to ease off. Good thing I did. I'm an endotherm. All that running around would have killed me. I agree with the young lady that some things have to be done right, but there's a line between quality and overkill. Then again, I could have entirely misinterpreted the young lady's statements. That's why I asked the question rather than simply presuming that my first impression was the correct one. Either way, she seems to have a passionate opinion, and, in this pretentious atmosphere, I welcome something that's genuine for a change.

[NS]Bazalonia

07-02-2006, 10:11

Dastardly Stench']"Ahhh," the dragon said, a relaxed smile playing across his face, "another worshiper of those wonderful words, 'The Right Way.'

"If you don't mind my asking, what things do you need to be done right, and why should you be concerned about them if...they're now, at least temporarily, the responsibility of others?"

I remember when I had to micromanage the world, the dragon thought. I learned to ease off. Good thing I did. I'm an endotherm. All that running around would have killed me. I agree with the young lady that some things have to be done right, but there's a line between quality and overkill. Then again, I could have entirely misinterpreted the young lady's statements. That's why I asked the question rather than simply presuming that my first impression was the correct one. Either way, she seems to have a passionate opinion, and, in this pretentious atmosphere, I welcome something that's genuine for a change.
"Very few people seem to understand that there is no point, when you want to acheive anything, in going about it the wrong way; but, however, as much I would like things to be perfect, life just always gets in the way. I try to acheive perfection, but, when life prevents reaching that perfection, well, that's to be expected and there's nothing that can be done. As to what's happening now back at the Bazalonian UN office...well, not much is going to happen when John McKays, our Ambassador, is having a romantic dinner with his wife... well,should be, anyway. So I'm sure Jason can handle whatever comes his way."
Even as Johanna was saying the last statement, she was thinking about what Jason Candlewell might be upto... however all the images that came into her mind where those of Jason slacking off, mostly sleeping on the job.. She wrestled he mind away from that and back towards Gurgle... finally she realised that she had not introduced herself to the dragon.

"Oh, and my name is Johanna, Johanna Smith." she forced a slight smile as once again images of what Jason was really upto played across her mind, but she dismissed them as John was away celebrating his wedding aniiversary with is wife and the things that still had to be done could be done tomorrow, so it does not really matter if Jason gets it done or not.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

08-02-2006, 00:58

Not as it was spoken, but as Gurgle heard it:

Bazalonia']"Very few people seem to understand that there is no point, when you want to acheive anything, in going about it the wrong way; but, however, as much I would like things to be perfect, life just always gets in the way. I try to acheive perfection, but, when life prevents reaching that perfection, well, that's to be expected and there's nothing that can be done. As to what's happening now back at the Bazalonian UN office...well, not much is going to happen when John McKays, our Ambassador, is having a romantic dinner with his wife... well,should be, anyway. So I'm sure Jason can handle whatever comes his way."

"Oh, and my name is Johanna, Johanna Smith." She forced a slight smile.

"Jason, I presume, is your undersecretary?"

I'm boring the poor dear, and--see the painted smile?--she's scared of my appearance. For the life of me, I wish I could convince these two-legs that I'm not the heaving brute they so often take me for! I'll try to be gracious.

"It sounds like you're very industrious. Still, it also sounds like you need the chance to unwind a bit. What do you say? Stay around? Join a congo line?"

As Gurgle spoke, he perfumed the air with the scent of a rather expensive French cologne.

[NS]Bazalonia

08-02-2006, 01:28

"Yes, Jason is my undersecretary though sometimes I wonder what he actually achieves.... It has been a hard few days but Conga Lines are just not me. I will stay, though, for when I find I need to unwind, sitting down on my own with a good book, or relaxing with company and a nice cup of tea usually does the trick, and well I've ordered the tea and I've got you for company."

Her body seamed to groan for the tea, the tray with the pot of tea, a cup and saucer, as well as a bowl of sugar cubes and a little jug of milk was brought to the table quite quickly. She thanked the person that brought it over and she noticed something.... a smell, yes there was the tea... but there was something else... a perfume. She poured herself the tea and put one cube of sugar and a dab of milk in the tea. She picked up the teaspoon while she tried to determine what that smell was... no it was not perfume it was colonge, some sort of french cologne too.

"Do you have some sort of cologne on?" she asked as she stired her tea.

OOC: Sorry... I have terrible Grammar.. particularily when I train of thought...And let's just assume that what you heard was that which was spoken... P.S. I replaced my dodgy grammar with your proper grammar... She would have definately spoken like that.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

09-02-2006, 12:10

Bazalonia']"Yes, Jason is my undersecretary though sometimes I wonder what he actually achieves.... It has been a hard few days but Conga Lines are just not me. I will stay, though, for when I find I need to unwind, sitting down on my own with a good book, or relaxing with company and a nice cup of tea usually does the trick, and well I've ordered the tea and I've got you for company."

Her body seamed to groan for the tea, the tray with the pot of tea, a cup and saucer, as well as a bowl of sugar cubes and a little jug of milk was brought to the table quite quickly. She thanked the person that brought it over and she noticed something.... a smell, yes there was the tea... but there was something else... a perfume. She poured herself the tea and put one cube of sugar and a dab of milk in the tea. She picked up the teaspoon while she tried to determine what that smell was... no it was not perfume it was colonge, some sort of french cologne too.

"Do you have some sort of cologne on?" she asked as she stired her tea.

OOC: Sorry... I have terrible Grammar.. particularily when I train of thought...And let's just assume that what you heard was that which was spoken... P.S. I replaced my dodgy grammar with your proper grammar... She would have definately spoken like that.

OOC: No need to apologise. I edit fiction as a paid hobby--in fact, I just collected $30 for a short story that I helped an author set in order for a contest today. I don't expect everyone to agree with my sense of grammar--in fact, I'm surprised that you did. Besides, I'm trying to point out the difference between Johanna's perception and Gurgle's. Feel free to stream away. I am NOT criticising.

The dragon is just...a little different from us humans. He has different senses and slightly different sensibilities.

Hmmmmm...haven't gotten into the infrared sense yet, have I? Thanks for reminding me.

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IC:

"I don't wear the stuff," the dragon replied sociably, "but I'm under the influence of a magic spell that allows me to produce whatsoever scent I desire and fill the air around me with it. It has a few other nuances, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. I've taken the liberty of producing an aroma that I felt would be conducive to a nice, relaxed conversation. If you'll pardon my saying so, dear, you could use the chance to unwind."

Snaking his tongue out of his mouth, the dragon noticed that his decaf had started to go cold. He picked up the barrel in his mouth, inverted it and emptied its few remaining contents with a single gulp.

"May I recommend a cammomile variety--preferably decaffienated. Neville, the barlord, can be a bit free-spirited at times, but he takes his calling in life very seriously and his beverage stocks--alcoholic and otherwise--are the envy of the world.

"Speaking of which, Neville, could you change the decaf for some orange-chocolate tea? I've heard good things about it but never had the chance to try any."

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OOC: They don't make the stuff. You either have Orange rind or Chocolate in your tea. The two are quite delicious when mixed, however. You just have to be careful to get the right proportions. :) :) :)

[NS]Bazalonia

10-02-2006, 01:02

Johanna took a sip of her Tea while the dragon was talking.. she put her cup down on the saucer and replied, saying "I've heard good things about Camomile Tea, in fact I had organised some Camomile Tea in the office.... though I am usually very busy and when I do get breaks, well let's just say making a cup of tea is not high on the Agenda."

Johanna could feel the day's, the week's, tension slowly drip away. Whether it was the hair, the smell magically produced by the dragon, or just the tea and the dragon's company, who knows. Whatever was the reason (or combination of) she knew that she needed it.

"Chocolate and Orange Tea? Sounds interesting... oh why not... " she said as she went and looked towards Neville "and can I get a mug of that too, please" she finished off, talking to the Barlord. Normally she would not have done anything so spontaneous, and Tea in a mug? she never used a mug, particularily for Tea.

"Hmm... So you drink Coffee and Tea... I have not known anyone that drinks both of those. Usually people drink Coffee for the Caffiene hit and as Tea has no where near the amount of Caffiene that Coffee has, well Coffe drinkers just don't drink Tea and Tea Drinker's usually find Coffee to not agree with their tastebuds." she took another sip of her normal cup of Tea until the Chocolate & Orange arrived.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

10-02-2006, 07:35

Bazalonia']
"Hmm... So you drink Coffee and Tea... I have not known anyone that drinks both of those. Usually people drink Coffee for the Caffiene hit and as Tea has no where near the amount of Caffiene that Coffee has, well Coffe drinkers just don't drink Tea and Tea Drinker's usually find Coffee to not agree with their tastebuds." she took another sip of her normal cup of Tea until the Chocolate & Orange arrived.

She seems to be relaxing a little. Perhaps she's come to the realization that I'm here to talk and negotiate for my country, not to devour her. It's good that some of these greggil, at least, respond to therapy. For that matter, I don't even hoard things! Ohhh, the livid beauty of those miserable stereotypes! Maybe I'll hazard a little reminder...

"I see. So...which do I look like to you, a coffee drinker or a tea drinker?" the dragon asked, again playfully.

[NS]Bazalonia

11-02-2006, 01:39

Dastardly Stench']She seems to be relaxing a little. Perhaps she's come to the realization that I'm here to talk and negotiate for my country, not to devour her. It's good that some of these greggil, at least, respond to therapy. For that matter, I don't even hoard things! Ohhh, the livid beauty of those miserable stereotypes! Maybe I'll hazard a little reminder...

"I see. So...which do I look like to you, a coffee drinker or a tea drinker?" the dragon asked, again playfully.
"It might not surprise you, but," she said to the Dragon with a slightly bigger smile than she had given before " I have not meet any dragons before, so as a Dragon I can't say whether or not you look like a tea or coffee drinker but I'll see if I can't work it out anyway..."

Johanna thought back, trying to think and remember any clues - That's one thing that reading detective novels in her downtime that Johanna taught herself - She thought back ... "change the decaf for some orange-chocolate tea?" she remembered that as he asked for a barrel of Orange-Chocolate tea.... Meaning... Decaf Coffee must be his usual therefore he is a coffee drinker... a wide grin worked itself along Johanna's face and she answered...

"Well, from your request for the Orange-Chocolate Tea from Neville I'd have to say that Decaffinated Coffee is your usual beverage of choice and that is also possibly the reason that you can also enjoy some Tea."

Pleased with herself Johanna took a number of sips from her cup of tea.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

11-02-2006, 06:41

"Interesting deduction--and, given your perspective, a reasonable one indeed," the dragon said. "Still, if you'd been here before the barrel held coffee, you would have noted that I was drinking whiskey, my true beverage of choice. There was some commotion and I decided that I needed a little more blood in my alcohol stream."

"Of course, I was only joking. I don't let myself get TOO drunk. I can't deal effectively if I do. Like you, Ms. Smith, it seems that I am, at least in some small part, always on duty.

"A toast, then. To the wonderful worlds of work and play. May they ever remain together."

Gurgle grabbed the barrel, which Neville had somehow found a way to fill with exactly what he had ordered, in his teeth, raised it for a ritual gulp, and waited to see if Johanna would do the same.

Wyldtree

11-02-2006, 20:20

*Wallace wanders back in and grabs a seat at a table, hoping for some relaxation after another day of abortion debate on the floor*

*Sighs, content with the much more light hearted atmosphere about the bar and buries himself in a book... occasionally glancing about, looking for a friendly face*

*Wallace orders up a cup of tea, thinking it better not to have anything hard at the moment since there is surely more work yet to come today*

Kirisubo

11-02-2006, 20:48

Midori Kasigi-Nero enters the bar and orders a cup of green tea looking rather pale.

she wearing a dark green sleeveless dress which drops just past her knees and matching wrap round jacket. a pair of black leather shoes finishes her outfit.

removing the jacket she looks round for a familar face and drinks her tea, finally getting a break from work. the Ambassador Kaigan Miromuta was in the debating chamber and Midori was dealing with other things.

"I hope this isn't what I think it is" she mutters as she sits at the bar sipping her tea.

Bahgum

11-02-2006, 21:02

Tea? Tea? splutters a shocked Sir Albert as he quickly asks Neville to bring over a whole keg of Bahgumian Blue Brandy to help him overcome the horror at realising that non-alcoholic beverages have found their way into the Strangers Bar.

[NS]Bazalonia

11-02-2006, 23:18

Dastardly Stench']"Interesting deduction--and, given your perspective, a reasonable one indeed," the dragon said. "Still, if you'd been here before the barrel held coffee, you would have noted that I was drinking whiskey, my true beverage of choice. There was some commotion and I decided that I needed a little more blood in my alcohol stream."

"Of course, I was only joking. I don't let myself get TOO drunk. I can't deal effectively if I do. Like you, Ms. Smith, it seems that I am, at least in some small part, always on duty.

"A toast, then. To the wonderful worlds of work and play. May they ever remain together."

Gurgle grabbed the barrel, which Neville had somehow found a way to fill with exactly what he had ordered, in his teeth, raised it for a ritual gulp, and waited to see if Johanna would do the same.

"Hear! Hear!" Johanna said as she also noticed that a mug of Chocolate-Orange Tea seemed to be in front of her as if some kind of magic, but probably just the magic-like skills of the Barlord. She raise the mug and took a large sip. The Tea was not too hot and she like what she tasted.

"You never know when you may be needed." She looked back down at her Tea... Not only did she like the chocolate-orange tea... be she really enjoyed it. "mmm.. I am glad I tried this Tea." she said as she took another sip from it , the Tea was actually quite relaxing as well....though she still had a long way to go before she was as relaxed as Jason, or even as the Dragon, as Jason seemed to be always relaxed. That sometimes infuriated her, particularily when it came to work but realised that they needed him to balance her out. Without him the office would not have an atmosphere suitable for work.

[NS]Dastardly Stench

12-02-2006, 06:33

"It seems," Gurgale said to Johanna, "that there is another affictionato of our current beverage at the bar. If I remember correctly, I saw her with my new friend Mr. Kaigen recently. Perhaps we should invite her over for a bit more tea and cheer. Perhaps we can even charm her into divulging a few state secrets, like her name, for example."

[NS]Bazalonia

12-02-2006, 06:48

Johanna laughed... it had been a long time since he had a proper laugh for she was usually either at home with a good book,sleeping,eating or getting dressed, at the office making sure work was getting done or in between the two. As a result she was not in an environment where she could or feel like it was appropriate to laugh..

"I'll go and invite her over." Johanna said with a smirk

She pushed back her chair as she got up and made her way over to the bar.

"Good day" Johanna said to Midori "My Dragon friend and I where wondering if you and your Tea would like to come and join us at our table? My name is Johanna." she smiled, usually her face would have been dead pan, but something about the time she spent in the Strangers bar made her less... well... herself, she even has not worried as much about Jason slacking off, usually her worries compound over time but not today.

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