NationStates Jolt Archive

"Carol, you were wondering what my real name was? now i can tell you, i have my memory back"!
"Really?" Her eyes were wide in excitement. She suddenly hugged him tight, never restraining the urge or thinking about it. She felt warmth, and a sense of joy flooded her heart.

But at the back of the bar, there was somebody who looked at her rather spitefully. Immediately feeling self-conscious, she broke off the hug, and blushed. That wasn't how a proper Brutland gal should act, she thought to herself.

Still, Carolina was absolutely relieved. Despite the earlier rush being extinguished by the event, a new, different kind of excitement filled her. She was very happy for him, and curiosity started to take over the reins of her mind.

"Tell me," she said softly, "I want to know about you more."

Christelle smiled lovingly, relaxing with a sigh into his arms.
"For you, I've got all the time in the world." She caressed his cheek, then pressed her lips very softly, teasingly, against his. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting," she whispered. "I'll make it up to you."

Christopher chuckled a bit, gently placing a kiss on Christelle's cheek before pulling away from her. Taking her hand, he led her back towards the table and to her seat, pulling it out for her when they reached it, "You always do. But it should be me apologizing for keeping you waiting. And me making it up to you."

Taking his own seat across from her, he reached out to take her hands, holding them gently and stroking them with his thumbs, "How have you been, Christelle?"

Serifina looks up as cookies and whiskey is delivered to her, and smiles. She turns to look in Akia's direction, and bows her head slightly. "Thank you. That's most appreciated. And whom do I have to thank for this generosity?"

Akia extends her hand for the purpose of shaking. "My name is Akia Liam. I am President of the Community of Intellect and Art and UN Representative Delegate for all those nations in the Region of Rayne international alliance. I am pleased to meet you."

Christelle smiled at Christopher again, holding his hands and gazing into his eyes, quietly enjoying the caress of his thumbs.

"Tired," she said. "The General Assembly does that, doesn't it? But other than that, fine. And being with you makes everything all right again. How have you been?" she asked gently. "How are things in Islenska?"

As John looked around the bar there was only one person that he recognised, Christelle from Ariddia, however she was in what looked like a romantic embrace with someone else...

It looked relatively quiet, well, people were talking, anyway he got his beer and started drinking

Akia extends her hand for the purpose of shaking. "My name is Akia Liam. I am President of the Community of Intellect and Art and UN Representative Delegate for all those nations in the Region of Rayne international alliance. I am pleased to meet you."
Serifina shakes the offered hand, and bows her head again. "I am Serifina Karin, ambassador for the Sacred Kingdom of Karianis. A pleasure indeed. And, again, thank you." She smiles, and picks up one of the cookies. "Just the sort of thing to cheer me up, although my cousin would have rather sharp words with me if she saw me eating these."

"Really?" Her eyes were wide in excitement. She suddenly hugged him tight, never restraining the urge or thinking about it. She felt warmth, and a sense of joy flooded her heart.

But at the back of the bar, there was somebody who looked at her rather spitefully. Immediately feeling self-conscious, she broke off the hug, and blushed. That wasn't how a proper Brutland gal should act, she thought to herself.

Still, Carolina was absolutely relieved. Despite the earlier rush being extinguished by the event, a new, different kind of excitement filled her. She was very happy for him, and curiosity started to take over the reins of her mind.

"Tell me," she said softly, "I want to know about you more."

He then told her the stroy of everything that had happened to him, "I'm not from Cookesland, but a nation bordering it. was in it's navy and one night there was a tremendous storm and i securing a plane to the flight deck when i must have been blown off of the ship and hit my head.

I washed up on the beach in Cookesland.I must have gotten my memory back when i hit my head on the floor after that last drink.

Let's see, about me...hmm i have a younger sister and an brother. Oh!and my name is Richard York

He then told her the stroy of everything that had happened to him, "I'm not from Cookesland, but a nation bordering it called Yokaria (http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w107/Cookesland/DSC00130.jpg). I was in it's navy and one night there was a tremendous storm and i securing a plane to the flight deck when i must have been blown off of the ship and hit my head.

I washed up on the beach in Cookesland.I must have gotten my memory back when i hit my head on the floor after that last drink.

Let's see, about me...hmm i have an older sister and a younger brother. Oh!and my name is Richard York
Carolina was deeply engrossed in his story. It was indeed a good thing that his memory is back, she was learning more and more about him, but one question lingered in her head, and she let it slip...

"What about the future?"

Christopher nodded, understanding the feeling that Christelle felt considering he too shared it. Her presence was comforting to him, made everything seem serene even when the Assembly might make him want to go crazy, paint himself red, and go on a war path.

Squeezing Christelle's hands gently, he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm alright. But you make me feel a lot better. Things were getting a little hairy in Islenska. A sepratist group attempted to overthrow the monarchy, but luckily they didn't get anywhere. So, it's relatively peaceful back home."

"I really missed you, Christelle."

"Oh, I missed you too!" she said, with feeling. She reached over and hugged him, then kissed him gently. "Seperatists? Plots to overthrow the government? Promise me you'll always be careful! I'll be worried now when I don't know where you are." She stroked his cheek softly, trailing her fingers over his lips, and looked at him, her eyes filled with concern.

Carolina was deeply engrossed in his story. It was indeed a good thing that his memory is back, she was learning more and more about him, but one question lingered in her head, and she let it slip...

"What about the future?"

"I don't know, but if i asked you would you be in it?"

Serifina shakes the offered hand, and bows her head again. "I am Serifina Karin, ambassador for the Sacred Kingdom of Karianis. A pleasure indeed. And, again, thank you." She smiles, and picks up one of the cookies. "Just the sort of thing to cheer me up, although my cousin would have rather sharp words with me if she saw me eating these."Akima pulls up a chair next to the rather charming ambassador and smiles unusually warmly. "Now why in the world would she do that? I find absolutely nothing wrong with a good cookie now and again. After all, it isn't as if the extra calories are difficult to work away. All one needs to resolve these silly things is a dancefloor."

Dr. Hodz looked around, and, so far as he could tell, he was in a soap opera.

He quietly moved towards Wolfgang and told him, "This place is getting all mushy. It's creeping me out."

Dr. Hodz consumed the rest of his drink and retrieved some hard liquor.

"Did you see we've changed from a commonwealth to an empire?"

*****

He then told her the story of everything that had happened to him, "I'm not from Cookesland, but a nation bordering it called Yokaria. I was in it's navy and one night there was a tremendous storm and i securing a plane to the flight deck when I must have been blown off of the ship and hit my head.

I washed up on the beach in Cookesland. I must have gotten my memory back when i hit my head on the floor after that last drink.

Let's see, about me...hmm I have an older sister and a younger brother. Oh! And my name is Richard York

"I knew the whole time." Hodz said, trying to disrupt whatever the heck was going on.

Javar walks up to the bar avoiding the obvious situation. Orders his pint of Saul Abel Ale and quietly sips at it.

He quietly moved towards Wolfgang and told him, "This place is getting all mushy. It's creeping me out."

Ailyn overhears the comment to Wolfgang, and pushes her glass away. "Yeah, Hodz, it's starting to make me ill. I'm out of here."

Ailyn stands, taking a moment to gain her balance, then heads out of the bar, her armored bodyguard following right behind.

Akima pulls up a chair next to the rather charming ambassador and smiles unusually warmly. "Now why in the world would she do that? I find absolutely nothing wrong with a good cookie now and again. After all, it isn't as if the extra calories are difficult to work away. All one needs to resolve these silly things is a dancefloor."

Serifina laughs softly, and shrugs. "She's rather strict on anything that might smell of 'too much fun'. At least for those of us in her family. She doesn't even know I'm in here. And dancing?" She pauses for a moment, then grins. "Actually, that she might approve of, now that I think of it."

Finding Neville busy, one of the nekomusume (cat-eared girls) that formed the current diplomatic corps of the Eternal Kawaii decided to help herself to the game boards behind the bar. Pretty soon a selection of mah-jongg, parchisi and good old-fashioned card games were being set up among the slowly growing number of catgirls that were filtering in following the collapse of the "Artists' Benefit" resolution. It wasn't long before the Nuncia of the Eternal Kawaii, looking for a much-needed break in her hectic schedule, decided to join them.

These being Kawaiians, notorious for their fondness for (and promotion of) gambling, it wasn't long before there was a regular little casino going on, with penny-ante wagering on the various games as the nekomusume decided which of their more skilled sisters to support.

Serifina laughs softly, and shrugs. "She's rather strict on anything that might smell of 'too much fun'. At least for those of us in her family. She doesn't even know I'm in here. And dancing?" She pauses for a moment, then grins. "Actually, that she might approve of, now that I think of it."

Akia laughs. "Well that doesn't sound like much of a family, if you ask me. I suppose they forbid you from the company of men, too, in case they might be 'too much fun'? I say you order yourself a slice of cake and three more glasses of alcohol and grab yourself a dancing partner. You may be quasi-royalty, but that doesn't mean you're not entitled to enjoy yourself. In fact," she states, rising from the table and offering her hand to the Lady, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "I believe it makes you more entitled to do so. May I have this dance, my Lady, or is the music not loud enough yet?"

Akia laughs. "Well that doesn't sound like much of a family, if you ask me. I suppose they forbid you from the company of men, too, in case they might be 'too much fun'? I say you order yourself a slice of cake and three more glasses of alcohol and grab yourself a dancing partner. You may be quasi-royalty, but that doesn't mean you're not entitled to enjoy yourself. In fact," she states, rising from the table and offering her hand to the Lady, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "I believe it makes you more entitled to do so. May I have this dance, my Lady, or is the music not loud enough yet?"

"My family's all big egos and stuffed shirts. That's why I'm out here, I don't quite fit in. Although men are acceptable. Matter of fact, my cousin, the royal interferer, has been making noises at me to find a husband. Not likely to happen." Serifina rolls her eyes, and drinks her shot of whiskey, almost choking at the sudden offer. She finishes her drink, and clears her throat, before standing and taking the offered hand. "You certainly may, although, please, call me Serifina, or Seri, for short."

"I don't know, but if i asked you would you be in it?"
Her face brightened with a sweet smile. "Yes, I would," she said. "I'll be with you whatever may come."

The new representative from The Yellow Sea Islands Yuru Namari walked in through the club doors. He quietly made his way to the bar and ordered a glass of saki. He drank deeply. The recent debate was proving to be a strange and stressfull one. So stressfull he had mooned the UN representative known as Bob Flibble after his opponent had threatened to throw people out the window. He smiled to himself. Not quite the United Nations he was expecting.

Ace was quietly sitting at a table, enjoying a common pleasure in life: consuming a beverage paid for by the fruits of one's own labor -- or at least one would have been enjoying such a pleasure, if one had a job of his own. And who'd want to do that, really, when one had access to Sammy's bar tab? And thus it was for the "special assistant to the ambassador," sipping his drink while picturing the digits on his superior's tab rolling over and over like a speedometer, when his friend, the other "assistant to the ambassador," wandered into the drinking establishment and came sashaying up to join him.

"Dude, you seen Sammy lately?" Ace inquired. "That annoying intern from Witch Land keeps bugging me about him."

"Man, I keep telling you, I don't know!" replied Rico. "I saw him last week, and he had this ugly-ass gash on his arm. He said it was from a bike messenger in the streets outside, but you and I both know he's a terrible liar."

"It's just that I'm starting to worry--"

"Dude, fuck Sammy!" Rico commanded as he produced a futuristic-looking gizmo from his pocket. "Look what I jacked off one of them Kivistan guys!"

Ace took a good look at the device, reading "GODMODER v1.0." "What's it do?" he asked.

"I think it actually lets you control other peeps without them knowing! Here," Rico continued as he handed over the remote to his redheaded buddy. "Type in a name."

Ace silently considered some of their fellow barmates happily buzzing around them before finally entering, on a mini keypad: "NEVILLE "NOT THAT ONE!" CHAMBERLAIN."

"What happens if I push 'Play'?" he asked.

"I dunno. Hit it and see what happens!" Rico suggested. Both were unable to contain their drunken and slightly weed-influenced giggles as Ace complied.

Instantly Neville emerged from the kitchen, holding a server's platter aloft. He was donning a short skirt, stiletto boots, a tied-up white shirt, and a rather becoming brunette wig complete with a cute little hat on top. Bar patrons may have been delighted to discover that it was a pair of very sexy legs their beloved Barlord was gunning. Flirtatiously Neville leaned over counter toward the Yellow Sea Islands' rep, revealing a plentiful amount of hairy cleavage, and cooed, "What'll you have, sailor?"

From their post, Ace turned to Rico, now laughing heartily aloud. "Dude," said the former, "you got this thing stuck on 'Cocktail Waitress'!"

[OOC: Never fear, drunken regulars of the UN's favorite social hub! Despite Ardchoille's uneventful absence, your Neville's still here, thanks to my deft skill at acquiring all the necessary tools to control him (namely, permission from Ardchoille).]

Yuru Namari was naturaly taken aback by this crazed transvestite. He was begining to think the weed smoke was getting to him. He quietly but quickly walked away. He began to hear laughter coming from a table holding two slightly drunk assistants to ambassadors. Yes indeed. Not the UN he was expecting. He lit up a maliki a native invention which was basicly dried fruit wrapped in rice paper. His countries form of cigar. He needed it to calm his nerves. Yes very disturbing. The crossdresser continued to wander through the bar. People were starting to leave. Those two half-drunks were fumbling with a strange little gadget. Yuru's curiosity was aroused.

OOC: I just realized I've cornered myself into a RP situation I have no idea how to go about roleplaying....that'll teach me to attempt flirtatious dancing in a forum...

Yuru walked over to the table where the assistants were looking over and clicking swiches on their little device. "Excuse me gentlemen might I join you?"

"I don't know," said Rico, who had by now commandeered the device and was studying its controls more closely. Not looking up from his new toy, he asked, "Ace, you want some company?"

"Uhh, sure," Ace replied. "You want a beer or something, Yellow Islands guy?"

"Look at Neville dance!" Rico giggled as he turned a dial on his GODMODER, and both Kennyites broke into laughter as the barkeep dropped his tray and proceeded to entertain bar patrons with his rendition of the Macarena.

OOC: I just realized I've cornered myself into a RP situation I have no idea how to go about roleplaying....that'll teach me to attempt flirtatious dancing in a forum...

(OOC:So we gloss over the dancing in one post, with stated general actions, and move along. Not to worry!:) )

"I don't know," said Rico, who had by now commandeered the device and was studying its controls more closely. Not looking up from his new toy, he asked, "Ace, you want some company?"

"Uhh, sure," Ace replied. "You want a beer or something, Yellow Islands guy?"

"Look at Neville dance!" Rico giggled as he turned a dial on his GODMODER, and both Kennyites broke into laughter as the barkeep dropped his tray and proceeded to entertain bar patrons with his rendition of the Macarena.

"Thank you." said Yuru. "I'll have a glass of saki." He puffed on his maliki until looking over at the bar he saw the former transvestite dancing on top of it. He choked on his smoke laughing. "I don't suppose either of you might be involved with this persons behavior?" He said looking suspiciosly at them.

"Did he lose a bet or something?" asked Yuru slightly amused by the idea.

IX-8492 walked into the room, and went over to sit next to Wolfgang.

"That was interestingly unproductive, Commander," he said in his delightful two-tone harmonic voice.

"I know. Some people don't care for logic. And I'm not your commander, so don't call me that," Wolfgang mumbled. "The place has been a bit sillier than usual recently."

"Affirmative, Beta," the AI said. "I look forward to my experiences here. Even in their lack of practical productivity, they will better inform me of how this institution functions."

"Uh..." Wolfgang glanced sideways at the hologram, seeing the truly earnest expression on his face. "Yeah."

"Thank you." said Yuru. "I'll have a glass of saki." He puffed on his maliki until looking over at the bar he saw the former transvestite dancing on top of it. He choked on his smoke laughing. "I don't suppose either of you might be involved with this persons behavior?" He said looking suspiciosly at them."I got a question for you," Rico replied with a surly tone. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" His fingers danced over the controls, and Neville jumped from the counter and sauntered across the dance floor, dodging the delicious girl-on-girl tango as he approached the handsome young interspecies Guardian delegate and his AI partner. Leaning over the table to wipe a little grime off of it, and flashing a bit more furry cleavage (you have to remember, he's still in his cocktail waitress uniform), he asked the wolf-man if he'd like the usual.

"Did he lose a bet or something?" asked Yuru slightly amused by the idea."You wanna know what happened to him?" Rico demanded, turning back to his nosey new drinking partner. "He asked too many fuckin' questions!" He paused. "And what kinda man drinks saki, anyway?!"

"Alright, I think you've had enough!" Ace observed, seizing his friend's bottle of Arrogant Bastard Ale and knocking him off his chair, grabbing the Godmode device as Rico fell. "Uhh, don't worry 'bout him," Ace told Yuru. "He's just an asshole. Now, didn't you say wanted a saki? I'm sure Neville can help out there." Fiddling with the buttons, he looked up with satisfaction to see Neville strolling through the tables and chairs to their table, and setting down a fine porcelain tea set before the Yellow Sea Islands diplomat.

"Er, he already knew what you wanted," Ace explained nervously. "Neville knows all."

"You're fuckin' dead, Ace!" Rico proclaimed as he leapt from the floor and threw his friend onto the table. As the two wrestled each other, a table leg snapped, and they were sent rolling back down to the floor. As he witnessed the forbidden display at his feet, Neville was momentarily snapped free from his Godmoded spell. "Brawling is illegal," he calmly told them, before lifting his tray again and casually riding his stiletto heels back behind the counter.

"Weary and hoarse from two days of debating, Javar walks into the bar. He slides his way to the bar and tries to flag Neville. When the bedazzled barlord arrives Javar ordered "Margarita on the rocks with salt please" barley even noticing Neville's new apparent uniform.

Javar sat staring into space with visions, of repeals, illegal amendments, and new resolutions dancing in his head. He wiped his brow, and waited for his drink.

'eeeeh bahhh gum' slurred Sir Albert, wobbling through the door on returning from his recent fact finding drinking tour of the world, 'ahh goes away for a just a lil while and there's bad language and fighting, ere Neville, shall ah call back the mother in law security squad back early from their extended bingo leave? They'll be reet cranky mind....'

As usual a short, shocked silence at the mention of the dreaded MILs pierces the bar.

Sir Albert settles on what seems like a very soft and squishy seat 'oh...sorry lad, ahh didn't realised tha'd decided to pass out just there, ah'll find a stool instead......'

"I got a question for you," Rico replied with a surly tone. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" His fingers danced over the controls, and Neville jumped from the counter and sauntered across the dance floor, dodging the delicious girl-on-girl tango as he approached the handsome young interspecies Guardian delegate and his AI partner. Leaning over the table to wipe a little grime off of it, and flashing a bit more furry cleavage (you have to remember, he's still in his cocktail waitress uniform), he asked the wolf-man if he'd like the usual.


Before the strangely-behaving Neville was whisked away, Wolfgang and IX both scanned him, trying to figure out why he'd act in such a way.

"Uh... yes, please, Mister Neville," Wolfgang replied.

"I would like a fine wine of your selection please, Citizen," IX piped up in his soothing voice.

They then watched in awe as he scooted away, witnessed an incident, and then continued on behind the bar as though nothing had happened.

IX turned the head of his holographic avatar to Wolfgang. "I seem to be operating under the assumption that this institute does, in fact, function."

"Quite."

OOC: I'm sure Wolfgang is flattered to be called "young," and while he certainly appears to be in his younger years, he is 172 years old. :D

"I got a question for you," Rico replied with a surly tone. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" His fingers danced over the controls, and Neville jumped from the counter and sauntered across the dance floor, dodging the delicious girl-on-girl tango as he approached the handsome young interspecies Guardian delegate and his AI partner. Leaning over the table to wipe a little grime off of it, and flashing a bit more furry cleavage (you have to remember, he's still in his cocktail waitress uniform), he asked the wolf-man if he'd like the usual.

"You wanna know what happened to him?" Rico demanded, turning back to his nosey new drinking partner. "He asked too many fuckin' questions!" He paused. "And what kinda man drinks saki, anyway?!"

"Alright, I think you've had enough!" Ace observed, seizing his friend's bottle of Arrogant Bastard Ale and knocking him off his chair, grabbing the Godmode device as Rico fell. "Uhh, don't worry 'bout him," Ace told Yuru. "He's just an asshole. Now, didn't you say wanted a saki? I'm sure Neville can help out there." Fiddling with the buttons, he looked up with satisfaction to see Neville strolling through the tables and chairs to their table, and setting down a fine porcelain tea set before the Yellow Sea Islands diplomat.

"Er, he already knew what you wanted," Ace explained nervously. "Neville knows all."

"You're fuckin' dead, Ace!" Rico proclaimed as he leapt from the floor and threw his friend onto the table. As the two wrestled each other, a table leg snapped, and they were sent rolling back down to the floor. As he witnessed the forbidden display at his feet, Neville was momentarily snapped free from his Godmoded spell. "Brawling is illegal," he calmly told them, before lifting his tray again and casually riding his stiletto heels back behind the counter.

Yuru decided he didn't much like these arogant drunks. For the third time he realized this wasn't the UN he was expecting. As this strange couple started to brawl on the table which collapsed and spilled his saki Yuru decided to move. "I'll find another table." he said. And on his way he added, "Saki is a cultural drink for my country. The Japanese weren't the first to invent it." But before he left without the drunks noticing he picked their device off the table and slipped it into his pocket.

Lucky for Rico, he had spied the little klepto pilfering his device (which he himself had stolen, but he didn't let that part bother him) as Ace continued to pummel his chest. Rico waited till Yuru had taken a few steps toward another table before he pushed Ace off of him and leapt up from the floor, tackling the foreigner from behind and sending him crashing to the floor beneath his weight.

"That wasn't very nice!" Rico growled in Yuru's ear as he retrieved the twice-jacked device (maybe thrice-jacked -- knowing the Kivistans, they themselves probably acquired it through not-so-legal means, anyway ...). "Did you see a sign on the table that said, 'Free! Help Yourself!'? Huh?" Having grasped Yuru by the hair, he lurched his captive's head forward and climbed off him. "Com'on, Ace, let's bail!" Rico told his friend as he brushed himself off.

Ace shrugged and followed. He had nothing better to do, anyway.

Lucky for Rico, he had spied the little klepto pilfering his device (which he himself had stolen, but he didn't let that part bother him) as Ace continued to pummel his chest. Rico waited till Yuru had taken a few steps toward another table before he pushed Ace off of him and leapt up from the floor, tackling the foreigner from behind and sending him crashing to the floor beneath his weight.

"That wasn't very nice!" Rico growled in Yuru's ear as he retrieved the twice-jacked device (maybe thrice-jacked -- knowing the Kivistans, they themselves probably acquired it through not-so-legal means, anyway ...). "Did you see a sign on the table that said, 'Free! Help Yourself!'? Huh?" Having grasped Yuru by the hair, he lurched his captive's head forward and climbed off him. "Com'on, Ace, let's bail!" Rico told his friend as he brushed himself off.

Ace shrugged and followed. He had nothing better to do, anyway.

Yuru got up from behind and wrenched the Kenianite backward by his neck. He threw him to ground and started kicking him repeatedly in the face. The strange barkeeper came by and broke it up. "What did I just say! Brawlings illegal!" "You don't have to worry." said Yuru as he cautiously walked past the drunks freind. "I'm done here anyway." But before he exited the bar he turned and showed the device which he re-stole to the other Kennyanite. "I think I know where this belongs." he said smugly and walked out.

Lord Edward bursts into the bar, looking more pissed off than usual, if that's possible. "You know," he says to nobody in particular as he sits down, "I kinda wish that period with no resolutions at vote had lasted longer."

Would just like to add that Yuru turned the device off when he left and returned it to it's owners.

Dr. Hodz felt the passing urge to pull out his holopistol and blow this new foreigner, at least temporarily, into tiny bits.

Bazalonia;12780038']"Bob" he nodded to the Bob Fibble, and seeming bumped into an invisible rabbit...

"Oh, hi, nice to er, see you." he said... never really knowing what to say to a creature that is invisible.

OOC: "Hello, can I buy you a drink?" is usually considered acceptable... ;)

Lord Edward bursts into the bar, looking more pissed off than usual, if that's possible. "You know," he says to nobody in particular as he sits down, "I kinda wish that period with no resolutions at vote had lasted longer."

"Yeah but then all we'd be doing is coming up here and getting drunk er......more drunk. No defenestrations, No lightsaber or fish fights in the GA, and what kind of a UN is that?" pauses briefly "On second though...you're right." said Richard to Lord Edward.

Alexei Gramiko entered the bar after the long long long debate in the General Assembly. He was followed his Deputy Antranig Zylovnov. And they took seats at the bar.

Neville questioned their presence. "Planning on paying with something besides that Monopoly money you call Zyrwickian Leke?"

Gramiko responded. "No, of course not. Perhaps you haven't heard the news about our latest opening of a marble quarry and as such our currency has spiked in value and is now freely convertible with most other socialist and communist nations. I'm afraid you will get to see Comrade Ulyanov's portrait in your till." He said as he pulled out a bundle of 500 Leke bank notes.

Neville sighed. "Well in that case I might as well have a sale so I can put it up on the wall of currencies."

Zylovnov spoke up next. "That Mr. Neville would be a good Idea. And if you don't mind Comrade Gramiko and I would like to have an ashtray and two liters of J. V. Stalin Vodka, if it managed to arrive yet."

The two Zyrwickians simultaneously pulled out their cigarettes, both brands, the only brand in Zyrwick Proletarii, and lit them. Neville mean while pulled out the bottles of vodka and charged them a total of 1500 Leke based on the latest currency converter.

"About time I had you serve me." Gramiko said as he happened the screw top of the vodka and drank directly from the bottle.

"So Comrade, what is the point of being here. I'm sure there is work to be done at the hut that Vladimir is constructing." Zylovnov said shortly after opening his own bottle.

"The point my dear Comrade Zylovnov is to mingle and to observe. It might be possible to get our draft passed following the repeal of UNR15 but be prepared to fight for it." Gramiko said.

"Always business aren't you comrade?" Zylovnov said slowly feeling the burn of the J. V. Stalin. He preferred the wines of his home region over the vodka which seemed to be favored by the Slavic Zyrwickian.

"When am I not? Anyway. I will need to be good and drunk when it gets submitted. I'm going to have a lot of people who wont read the resolution after my blood." Gramiko said quietly. "However, we can now sit back and watch the mayhem in the bar while Vladimir is busy. I just hope that there is enough thatching for doing the roof."

"Actually comrade, Vladimir found some discarded corrugated steel. It appears that the UN Mission will be living the high life." Zylovnov said.

"Indeed, a toast to our General Secretary." Gramiko said taking a shot of vodka from the bottle.

"Indeed to our General Secretary." Zylovnov said taking a rather large shot, for him it was best to get drunk on the vodka and then worry about what he was doing to his body.

OOC: As the player who owns Neville previously requested (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12767331&postcount=5969), if you require immediate assistance with your order, consult Violet or Jimmy. Neville's temporarily out of commission.

OOC: Thanks Kenny for bringing that to my attention. Im sure that he will serve me now and be "generally useful" or whatever.

The Wolf Guardians;12800804']
IX turned the head of his holographic avatar to Wolfgang. "I seem to be operating under the assumption that this institute does, in fact, function."


Dr. Hodz burst out laughing. Once he stopped, he said, "Well, I hope you pick up knowledge quicker than... some people."

Noticing that his glass was empty, he took steps to rectify it.

"Neville, I'll have a bourbon whiskey."

Dr. Hodz gently inserted his hand into his pocket and fingered the holopistol contained within.

IX blinked at this comment, and looked at Wolfgang, who shrugged.

"Don't look at me, can't help you with that one," Wolfgang subvocalized, the sound completely inaudible.

IX blinked again, and took a drink of his wine, analyzing it to determine why others thought it was good. Wolfgang continued to half-mope over his nonalcoholic drink, reading reports and news from the Commonwealth in his head.

Shelob grew tired of the tkti arguments in the great hall. Even tormenting delegates with her clicking maw failed to amuse her after awhile.

Squeezing her bulbous belly through the doors, and leaving a puddle of stench behind, she began to wander the hallways of the UN building. Her spider senses found nooks and crannies, dead-ends and dank hallways suitable to snacking, a veritable arachnid food court. Despite her aversion to bright lights, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the doors of the Strangers Bar...

--and nearly knocked down by the hasty exit of two less than upstanding denizens. Walking easily through the double doors, Shelob made her way to the bar.

"Exzcusze yessz. I me pleasze to have a grasszhopperz."

Shelob gently chuckled at her pun only to be pleasantly surprised when Violet placed a pint of blenderized grasshopper parts on the bar within her reach.

Poking deftly at a leathery fold in her thorax, Shelob placed a piece of gold on the bar.

"Thissz yessz shouldz sufficze?"

Violet, to her credit, winced only slightly upon realizing the gold had at one time adorned a tooth. Turning, she weighed the nugget on the small scales underneath the bar and opened an account for the spacious spider.

Shelob, wedging her 250 pound self on a bar stool, surveyed the scene before her. The catgirls and their impromptu gambling den, the lovers, the drunks... and shivered with delight.

Dr. Hodz noticed the rather large spider in the bar and instinctively pulled out his holopistol. He didn't like bugs - no matter what form they took.

"I need a very stiff drink."

Yuru Namari's assistant Paalu walked through the clubs doors. He saw the large spider and decided to keep his distance. He'd heard some nasty rumors about this race and he didn't want to see if they were true. moving several seats away from his eight legged coworker he sat at the bar and ordered a drink from his country. it was a drink that was half English brandy and half mango juice. He looked over at the tables and saw the representative Dr. Hodz holding a gun in his hand and edgily keeping his eye on the spider. It definitely looked as though he was so disturbed by this arachnid being he was willing to shoot it. Though he was terrified by this thing, he certainly didn't want someone to shoot it. Or did he? At least then he wouldn't have to keep his eyes peeled on the ceiling when he was walking down those hallways. No, as much as he'd like that it wasn't right. He cautiously approached the spider, ready to jump back if this thing decided it wanted more than bugs. "Excuse me." He finaly said utterly terrified. "I'd avoid Hodz if I were you he's so scared he could snap." Speak for yourself he thought to himself. At this moment he was starting to wet himself.

Dr. Hodz holstered the pistol and looked rather disapprovingly in the general direction of the Yellow Sea Islands' reps. It was more of a reflex action on his part, anyway, as he was unaccustomed to seeing large insects.

Dr. Hodz was trying to think of something to talk about, but presently the whole UN was so boring that there wasn't anything to talk about for more than three minutes.

"This places sucks on the weekends, doesn't it?" he said to Wolfgang and IX.

"Oh, I missed you too!" she said, with feeling. She reached over and hugged him, then kissed him gently. "Seperatists? Plots to overthrow the government? Promise me you'll always be careful! I'll be worried now when I don't know where you are." She stroked his cheek softly, trailing her fingers over his lips, and looked at him, her eyes filled with concern.

Christopher smiled and returned the kiss. It was difficult to keep from chuckling, but he kept it to a minimum. He always enjoyed being reminded of how much Christelle cared about him, "It was just a small revolt, nothing to be worried about, darling. But, I promise that I will always be careful. And I'll make sure you know where I am at all times, if it makes you feel better."

He gently clasped her cheek, and placed a kiss on her forehead, "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be alright."

A drink, and a few moments of well placed silence upon the ears. That's all the grizzled form of Raphiel Yustogovich was looking for when he steps into the Bar. Rubbing his face for a moment with a hand, it trails down to loosen the red necktie from it's hold on him, taking that time to breathe a little better. The blazer he wears is checked at the door, too, before he heads on inside.

"Whatever the house suggests tonight," he remarks, "save for anything that'll kill me, of course," he adds with a bit of a chuckle as he slides onto one of the barstools, resting his arms on the bar and looking around at some of the other patrons sitting nearby...

"Well..." Gently, Christelle trailed her fingers over Christopher's cheek, through his hair. "Sometimes it's difficult not to worry. But I'll try." She smiled. "Are you free all evening now, love? It's been too long since we've really been able to... spend some time together.'"

The diplomatic delegation from the Eternal Kawaii was thick in the midst of a cutthroat parchisi session, with quite a few unicos riding on the Nuncia. (Despite her youth, the Nuncia was acknowledged as one of the best board gamers among her country's diplomatic staff.) Because of this, it was a good five minutes before the one of the nekomusume turned around and noticed a 250-lb spider sitting at the bar.

The catgirl diplomat was soon joined in staring by her sisters. Ten seconds later, the room was filled with an ear-piercing shriek from their combined throats.

"This places sucks on the weekends, doesn't it?" he said to Wolfgang and IX.

"Pretty much," Wolfgang said, bemused by the giant spider. "Could be worse."

IX nodded thoughtfully. "We could be surrounded by Stripper Commandos and Karmicarians," he intoned.

Wolfgang thought about this a second, and sighed. "Nevermind. It couldn't."

"Excuse me." He finaly said utterly terrified. "I'd avoid Hodz if I were you he's so scared he could snap." Speak for yourself he thought to himself. At this moment he was starting to wet himself."Smellz the fear, yessz. All the fearssz. Smellz tasszty." If it could be said that spiders winked, Shelob gave Paalu a conspiratorial one as she crunched the random grasshopper leg.

"I me am Shelob. Buysz you a drinksz, ye-- "

Shelob felt the stares of a roomful of catgirls a microsecond before their piercing scream startled her into adding her own screech to the uproar. "Aaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!"

Clapping two hairy appendages over her gaping maw, and hunching to cover her thrichobotria, Shelob hoped the catgirls would stop stop stop. And she had so wanted to play parchisi.

IX innocently turned towards the Kawaiians. "That's not very becoming of delegates of the United Nations," he soothed, half to them, and half to no one in particular. He was having difficulty understanding the reactions of most of the people in the room to the spider, noting the increased pulse of some delegates, and some more overt actions, such as Doctor Hodz of Akimonad unholstering his weapon, which he was glad to see after a scan was nonlethal. There was no reason for such behavior that he could find. His only solace came in realizing that Wolfgang hadn't flinched either, and was pleased that this might be a Guardian reaction to the situation, rather than the result of his being inorganic.

Shelob felt the stares of a roomful of catgirls a microsecond before their piercing scream startled her into adding her own screech to the uproar. "Aaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!"

Clapping two hairy appendages over her gaping maw, and hunching to cover her thrichobotria, Shelob hoped the catgirls would stop stop stop. And she had so wanted to play parchisi.

Paalu was more disturbed by this spiders wink than anything else in the world. When the catgirls started screaming he decided he didn't want to see how the spider would react when they stopped. All done. His bladder was empty now. His pants were not. He half scrambled half ran to the far side of the club and sat down in one of the dark corners.

Dr. Hodz activated the sound-cancellation field on his PDA. Immediately, a shield could be seen around Dr. Hodz, and, if you looked closely, you would have seen its very light purple coloration. Dr. Hodz was immune from the discombobulating ruckus happening.

Serifina, dancing with Akia, had been fairly oblivious to the events in the bar... including the appearance of a giant spider, until the screaming started. She broke away from her dance partner, and dashed for her briefcase, yanking it open, pulling out a pair of ear plugs, and stuffed them into her ears as quickly as she could.

Pain receding from her head, she turns to the catgirls and directs a glare at them.

Realizing the flight of her dancing partner, Akia pouts slightly and realizes she cannot hear anything. Puzzled, she puts a finger to one ear and remembers the micro-sponge auto-activated sonic protectors she'd put in on the way to a recent international meeting with The Sons of Kortoth. Seeing she had forgotten to remove them, she does so and is immediately accosted by screaming. An annoyed look finds it's way across her face, as well as the pained expression she often wears when memories of her old Middle Academy parties waft into her mind. These unnecessary vocalizations couldn't even hold a candle to those Junior Society girls. Akia sighs at it all and walks over to the bar's music controls. She turns on one of her favorite thumping, beat-heavy rock songs and turns the volume loud enough to drown out the screeching. Satisfied with this, she begins body-dancing with her eyes closed and her glasses tucked in her purse by her table.


OOC: "Body-dancing" is a popular form of dance in Intellect and Art similar to a combination of RL bellydancing, 'dirty dancing', and that stuff they do at rock concerts and in music videos.

Unlike others in the bar, Shelob had no way to stop the hairs on her legs from picking up the sound of the shrieking catgirls. Little by little she lost control of the thin veneer of civilization. Seeing red and only red through her many-faceted eyes, she grasped at the one remaining thread of sanity..

"Whyz yessz whyz the tkti catgirlssz not shutssz up??!

Christelle stood, walked over to the music controls, and turned the volume down almost completely. She then walked over to the feline women, holding her hands over her ears, stood facing one of them, and said, articulately and loud enough to be heard:

"Excuse me? Other people are trying to have a conversation."

Noticing the lack of music, Akia walks over to the music controls and initializes a PSF (personalized sound field) around herself so she can hear the music as loudly as she wants without offending the others in the bar. "Barkeep, please give the house a round on my tab as an apology for not thinking of this sooner." She resumes dancing.

The appearance of a giant spider, so like the demons plaguing the Kawaiian homeland, in the middle of the Strangers' Bar was enough to completely disrupt the parchisi session (much to the dismay of the nekomusume who were backing the Nuncia, who was way ahead at the time). Cat-eared girls scrambled in panic for the exits. The Nuncia herself, despite being used to dealing with strange foreigners, reacted like any other 14 year-old girl would: run screaming to her parents.

Fortunately for the Nuncia, she didn't have far to run. Her grandmother, the old nekomusume tending the Shrine of the Manifestation, was nearby, still shepherding a line of Kawaiian pilgrims. They too joined the panicked exodus, but Kawaiian grandmothers are made of sterner stuff. Grasping her ceremonial purification wand, the old shrine maiden marched toward Shelob and waved the paper-streamered instrument at her.

Bowing politely, the old nekomusume said sternly but politely, "In the name of the Eternal Kawaii, akuma-sama, I beseech thee to return to the pit. Trouble us no more, if you would be so kind?"

Sharp Tooth was exploring the UN building. The two foot tall, six foot long velociraptor took everything in through his keen sense of site and smell. The smooth floor, the strange chemical smells. It was all so different than the desert. He was drawn to the bar by the scent of alchohol. Different than the kind he would get from cactuses, and also something else. The meaty smells. Delicious smells. The smell of prey. He strode inside trying to show no weakness. Self-conciously preening his feathers he closely examined everything he saw. He was liking what he was seeing. Those catlike creatures running in a panic towards him smelled like the desert marsupials from the desert. Mmmm..those mammals back home were tasty snacks. Sharp Tooth had no intension of getting run over. Raising all the feathers on his body he stood his ground and Skreeched at the on coming onslaught, "KRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" The mammals decided to go a different way. These were an all you can eat buffet! Looking over at the bar he saw something he wasn't sure if he liked or didn't like. A giant spider, now that was comparable to a giant crouton with claws to his kind. Dangerous but tasty. Everyone in this bar was tempting to eat. Fortunately most raptors have a decent amount of self-control. However it was taking all that control to not detract his killing foot claw and thrust his leg into somones guts. Mmmmm..guts. By far the most tempting was the wolf thing.(Not that he new what a wolf was anyway.) It smelled of reptile and mammal an almost irresistable combination. Speaking of combinations that was what a raptor would compare to our combo meals. He walked to the bar and took a flying leap onto the bar stool. Then hopping onto the bar counter he swiched on the translater on his neck. He uttered a few clicking noises and a short skreech, the device then translated, "I will have your natural alchohol." He looked over at the old cat-things that had stayed in the bar, "Klglglglglkraaah!" Translated, "Not to worry yummies, Today I'm trying to behave.;)"

Noticing one of the nekomusume approaching Shelob, Akia uses a handheld device to lower the volume of her PSF just in time to hear the absurd request being presented. Infuriated, she turns off her PSF, puts her glasses back on, and stomps over to them.

"Excuse me? I cannot possibly be hearing you correctly because I believe I just heard you ask a respected ambassador to 'return' herself to some PIT! This is highly objectionable as I assure you she is just as worthy of respect and the right to be here as you, and she had no intention whatsoever of 'troubling' you in any way! This is ridiculous and childlike, and I demand you come to your senses! If any person of whatever species is here, they have the right to stay for as long as they wish, and the ONLY people who can say otherwise are those who run this establishment. If you cannot come to terms with Shelob's existence and friendly demeanor, then perhaps you and your people should simply seat yourselves in a separate area of the bar and just not look at her. This is a relatively civilized place of rest, entertainment, and conversation and you and yours are disturbing ALL of these with your inane screaming and gibbering about. Now settle this and behave as friends, or find a way to coexist here in blissful ignorance, please. I'm certain Neville and Violet might have something to say otherwise, and that really isn't the best of options."

Wolfgang got the distinct feeling he was being watched, and covertly turned his head about, his enhanced eyes picking up the newcomer, his enhanced ears isolating the newcomer's sound in spite of the Kawaiian panic, his nanosystem translating the odd being's speech. Meh, he thought, a mental shrug to the situation. Anything trying to eat him would find itself very, very displeased.

IX, on the other hand, noticed that he was being watched by an additional set of eyes, but didn't actually give it conscious thought. Of course, being virtually indestructible (And mostly nonexistent, for that matter), one gives little thought to personal safety. He did, however, wish everyone would turn down their personal volumes, having his avatar fold its ears back against its skull to appear to block the sound. He turned his head to Wolfgang, electronically whispering, "Is it always this noisy?"

"In some way or another," came the digital reply. His avatar sighed, and IX realized that that was, indeed, how he felt.

... If you cannot come to terms with Shelob's existence and friendly demeanor, *chuckles*

Turning to the old woman...

"Old tltkta, thoughsz much youngerszz you than oldz Shelob, yessz. I me am not your demonsz, yessz. Bringsz no troublez. Catgirlz learn mannersz yessz. Backsz to the lszta pitsz yessz, will I me go ... when I me ready. Now, Shelob learnsz much aboutsz much.

Shelob turns away from the old nekomusume noticing the bird lizard and calculating just how much venom it would take to subdue him if attacked.

"Kllk bird lizard, new aroundssz here, yessz?"

Shelob's stomach began to growl, when she noticed Violet had placed another blender full of grasshoppers on the bar.

"Thanksz much, yessz," the old spider said through the first strawful of grasshopper guts.

As the spider was quite obviously studying him. Sharp Tooth was studying it aswell. While the spider tried to find how much venom it would require to paralyze him. Sharp Tooth was using his evolutionary advanced brain to calculate which body part would loose the most blood if he were to use his killing claw. Also where he might severe the air pipe could become important. "KKrrrraaaaglgglgelllgrrl. Krrrreeeee! krraaaa grgrgr!" Translated, "Yes large crawly. My kind are new to this place. You need not worry about me. For today at least. I'm trying not to kill anyone on my first day. And another thing. Lizard? You insult me. I am not some under developed sprawl leg."

Serifina, glad to see the screaming beings run off, removed the plugs from her ears, just in time to hear the ridiculous, but polite, attempt at banishment, and the responses to both. In disbelief, she drops into her chair, and pulls out a small recorder.

Flicking on the device, she says into it, "Cousin, I love you dearly, but next time you choose to send me to a place filled with heretics, giant spiders, weirdos, screaming people and endless arguments, no matter what your guards might have to say about it, I'm going to hit you with something first. Probably Mother's frying pan." She flicks off the device, and plugs it into another one within her briefcase, then closes the case.

Turning to the bartender, she says, "More whiskey. I think I'm going to need it."

For comical effect, Dr. Hodz puts on a fez.

He noticed that a velociraptor was perhaps eying Wolfgang. Anyone trying to beat up on any of Hodz's friends would find themselves in an unpleasant situation. But Hodz figured Wolfgang could hold his own. And he wasn't worried about IX; holographs are hard to bite and they taste foul.

Christopher was just about to respond before the music turned on. His voice wasn't nearly loud enough to overpower the volume coming from the jukebox. However, his Christelle fixed the situation, and when she returned to her seat, he was waiting. A slight blush had already creeped up over his cheeks during the period he had to contemplate Christelle's question, but it didn't inhibit him in any obvious way, "I'm not busy at all, dear. And, well, I'd be more than happy to spend time with you."

He picked up his drink and took one last sip before rising from his seat. Moving across, he held out his hand for Christelle to help her up, "Want to get out of here?"

John Macked walked into the Bar, he was the UN Delegate for Calizorinstan, he walked up to the barman and said "Root Beer please!, stupid spider's!" He muttered underneath his breath... He was wearing a flight suit, with his helmet still on, he had flown there in a F-4E Phantom II, and forgot his delegate suit...

Christelle took his hand and stood gracefully. A smile lit up her face, slowly turning into a grin.

"That sounds like a very good idea." She held onto his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Where are you taking me?" She looked at him, her eyes sparkling a little. "Surprise me..." she whispered.

John Macked looked at the other delegate's and wondered if they had noticed him, but since they didn't, he mixed some rum in his root beer, and started singing "A Pirate's Life for Me".

IX looked at the newcomer, bewildered. He turned to Wolfgang for guidance on what to think about the caterwauling, flight-suited man, but the Beta just shrugged and continued reading his reports.

The old nekomusume made a few ceremonial flicks of her purification wand as Shelob went back to her seat by the bar, apparently to pick up a discussion with another demonic creature lurking there. She turned to the Nuncia and said, "There, dearie. That's how you stand up to these monsters."

The Nuncia, stung by Akia's criticism (she was her nation's representative, after all, and shouldn't be running screaming from the other delegates here) bowed respectfully to her grandmother and replied, "Thanks, but next time may I have the wand?"

"You're welcome to try it out on the lizard-demon over there," the old nekosume replied with a grim chuckle.

"Er, how about we just try to re-start the parchisi game?"

Dr. Hodz noticed the odd man in a flight suit. That was unusual. Hodz, being a seasoned pilot, was somehow able to detect that, for some reason, this stranger had flown in in an F-4E. Hodz lowered his head as if this person was ashamed.

Personally, Hodz thought that F-4s were pieces of obsolete crap, and he couldn't figure out why anyone would want to fly themselves in a fighter jet anyway. It was too cramped. Hodz had his own personal collection of aircraft, but the most used ones are his Global Express 5000 and Bell 407. He wondered if this stranger had a reason for flying in an obsolete fighter.

Oh well, Hodz thought, sipping his whiskey, and now musing over which plane he should buy next. He walked over to Wolfgang.

"Have you ever flown before?"

"Indeed," Wolfgang said. He had, in his life, piloted numerous vehicles of various kinds, but to show off, his nanobots forcefully lessened the pressure of the air directly above him, causing him to hover a foot over his chair. He grinned at the doctor jokingly. "Or did you have a specific craft in mind?"

"You're welcome to try it out on the lizard-demon over there," the old nekosume replied with a grim chuckle.

Sharp Tooth, overhearing this remark, lept down from his perch on the stool. After speaking in his own language the machine then translated, "Again I am called lizard! You are lucky I do not gut you and satisfy my hunger! Do not give me reason to eat you yummy"

The Wolf Guardians;12820788']"Indeed," Wolfgang said. He had, in his life, piloted numerous vehicles of various kinds, but to show off, his nanobots forcefully lessened the pressure of the air directly above him, causing him to hover a foot over his chair. He grinned at the doctor jokingly. "Or did you have a specific craft in mind?"

"No trick to that," Hodz said, half-smiling, half-scowling. "You just have to aim at the ground and miss."

Hodz climbed up onto a table and jumped off, looking at Wolfgang at the last second, and began floating. He floated around a bit, flew past Akia and waved, nearly clipped the raptor, then floated and front of it, a telling it "If you even try to think about eating the Kawaiians I'll put a whole through your abdomen," and then flying rather jovially in between Christopher and Christelle, forcing them apart in the process. Eventually he touched down in front of Wolfgang and said, "Actually, I was more thinking of aircraft."

Hodz climbed up onto a table and jumped off, looking at Wolfgang at the last second, and began floating. He floated around a bit, flew past Akia and waved, nearly clipped the raptor, then floated and front of it, a telling it "If you even try to think about eating the Kawaiians I'll put a whole through your abdomen,"

If Sharp Tooth could scowl he would have done it. He spoke and the machine translated..."You are a coward, and flying will give you no advantage I can easily leap higher. My claws would make short work of you human. Besides I can smell that your weapon is not loaded."

Sharp Tooth, overhearing this remark, lept down from his perch on the stool. After speaking in his own language the machine then translated, "Again I am called lizard! You are lucky I do not gut you and satisfy my hunger! Do not give me reason to eat you yummy"Shelob watched, with a jaundiced but interested eye, the prelude to blood-letting. The anger of the raptor was puzzling to her. Fear was Shelob's aphrodisiac. Realizing that Violet, and Neville for that matter, were noticeably absent, she waggled a limb at Sharp Tooth.

"Kllk bird liz-- " Shelob stopped, sucking air through her spiracles as if her life depended on it.

"Offendssz you no mean I me. Hassz no wordssz youssz to call. Namesz yourselvessz not for I me yet.

Thissz kvza place issz good. Leavessz it that wayssz, yessz?"

"One does not need courage when one has a gun." Hodz said, pulling his phaser out of his pocket. "This thing could do some damage, if we were not in the Stranger's Bar. However, if I shoot you now, which is a very real possibility at this point, you'll be blown apart but instantly reassembled."

Hodz lowered the weapon but did not holster it.

"And, incidentally, you are a lizard. After all, you're a velociraptor, which puts you in the Dromaeosauridae family. "Dromaeosauridae" means "running lizard" in English. So have it your way, Sharp Tooth. You can either stop threatening to eat people, or I'll blow a hole through your abdomen. If you're lucky, I just might run and get some of my antimatter weaponry while I'm at it. It pays to be a member of DEFCON."

Hodz walked back over to Wolfgang and took a drink of his whiskey.

"Shame, that."

"No trick to that," Hodz said, half-smiling, half-scowling. "You just have to aim at the ground and miss."

Hodz climbed up onto a table and jumped off, looking at Wolfgang at the last second, and began floating. He floated around a bit, flew past Akia and waved, nearly clipped the raptor, then floated and front of it, a telling it "If you even try to think about eating the Kawaiians I'll put a whole through your abdomen," and then flying rather jovially in between Christopher and Christelle, forcing them apart in the process. Eventually he touched down in front of Wolfgang and said, "Actually, I was more thinking of aircraft."

Wolfgang lowered himself back into his chair, and spoke loudly enough to generally be heard. "That's quite a trick. The fighting vehicles I'm most acquainted with are the CWG Tanks. Aerotank is ridiculously perfect. Piloted by neural link. I've flown a few lower-tech craft, too. I'm particularly fond of the F22 Raptor thingy. Supercruise, internal weapons, vectored thrust. With that technology? That's pretty slick.

"Oh, speaking of Raptors, stop threatening the unidentified delegations. They won't hurt anyone, they can't here. Right, Mister Neville?"

The Wolf Guardians;12821179']"Oh, speaking of Raptors, stop threatening the unidentified delegations. They won't hurt anyone, they can't here. Right, Mister Neville?"

Dr. Hodz, aware of the fact that he didn't need to defend himself in front of this Guardian, but still wanting to put on a show, whined "I was only following rules of engagement. They threatened first, which means that I can threaten back."

Dr. Hodz quietly snickered. He then fired a shot into the ceiling, causing a light to fall. He didn't care. They'd put it on his bill, anyway, which was probably now totaling more that the cost of a small island.

OOC to everyone: Pardon my boredom. I'm just kidding around.

At that moment a Maintence of Order Department Squad burst into the bar. "All right everyone, listen and listen well," the squad leader said. "There is to be absolutly NO VIOLENCE in the Stranger's Bar. That goes for everyone reguardless of species. Now, everyone's next drink is going to be paid for by the UN Building Management. Have a nice day."

"No trick to that," Hodz said, half-smiling, half-scowling. "You just have to aim at the ground and miss."
OOC: Nice Hitchhiker's Guide reference.

Dr. Hodz quietly snickered. He then fired a shot into the ceiling, causing a light to fall. He didn't care. They'd put it on his bill, anyway, which was probably now totaling more that the cost of a small island.

Bob looked up at the hole Dr. Hodz's weapon made in the ceiling and muttered to himself, "I'm glad I don't have the office directly above the Bar."

Shelob watched, with a jaundiced but interested eye, the prelude to blood-letting. The anger of the raptor was puzzling to her. Fear was Shelob's aphrodisiac.

"Very well large crawly you may call me Sharp Tooth or just raptor in general."
Sharp Tooth was driven by a velociraptors common urge to show that just because they were small did not mean they weren't deadly. Calling a raptor a lizard is like calling a man a rat. They're that far apart. A big insult.

"And, incidentally, you are a lizard. After all, you're a velociraptor, which puts you in the Dromaeosauridae family. "Dromaeosauridae" means "running lizard" in English.

"I'm familiar with what you humans call me. It shows your kinds ignorance. Though your name for me means lizard it does not mean I am lizard. You are calling me evolutionarily retarded human. And your talk of guns is useless you would be dead before you pulled the trigger if you tried to shoot me. I have said I will not kill anyone today anyway."

Dr. Hodz, aware of the fact that he didn't need to defend himself in front of this Guardian, but still wanting to put on a show, whined "I was only following rules of engagement. They threatened first, which means that I can threaten back."

"And before I seat myself human I will say you are a liar you threatened first human not me. If I were to play by your rules of engagment then I would be on the just side.

Jinella Agaranth walked into the bar, took one look at the large spider, velociraptor, smoking hole in the ceiling, and general chaos, and sighed. If getting good and drunk in a quiet place wasn't going to be an option, at least she could still get drunk.

"Violet, could I get an Eagle's Backbone Ale, please?" she said wearily, as she sat down at the bar. "And keep them coming," she added, taking a hearty swig from the bottle as soon as it arrived in front of her.

Ikir Askanabath walked in not long after her, and sat down next to her. "Getting drunk isn't going to solve much..." he said cautiously.

"Yes, it will. It'll keep me from telling our bosses exactly what I think of them right now, which is job preservation," Jinella said, sliding another bottle of ale down the bar to her assistant.

Dr. Hodz had, at this point, elected to ignore the velociraptor. All he knew at this point was that that dinosaur was not on his good side. Especially after calling humans ignorant. That was what pissed Hodz off the most. He wasn't a clumsy, streetgoing average citizen. He was in the UN because he was better suited.


Hodz was beginning to get rather fed up with non-human sentients. Sure, he had to tolerate them, and the Guardians are fine, but the sheer number of them now in the bar was creating an uncomfortable situation for Hodz.

He then realized that his glass of whiskey was once again empty, and immediately replaced it. After doing so, he tried to get back on topic with his conversation with Wolfgang about flying, which had gotten sidetracked.

Meanwhile, a shower of sparks erupted from the wiring where the light was at one point.

John Macked could sense that Dr.Hodz was distained that he flew an F-4E, and he walked over and said"If you were wondering why I flew a F-4E, it's because I have a personal attachment to the F-4E, I've flown it in 150 combat mission's, and it's done me no wrong so far. I flew from Calizorinstan to North Island in the F-4E, but I flew to here in a Mig 1.42 actually..."

He said "I'll be back to talk to you shortly!, I am going to talk to the non-humans..." He walked over to the velociraptor, Sharp Tooth and said "Hi Sharp Tooth, I am John Macked, Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan, pleasure to meet you..."

...He floated around a bit, flew past Akia and waved...
Akia smiles at one of her newly declared favorite ambassadors as he floats past and waves back. With relief at the end of the hostilities and rather ruffled at the comments of her former dancing partner, she chooses to sit by Wolfgang and Hodz while enjoying a nice glass of plum wine.

"You know, if you use a tightened localized field adapter on that weapon of yours, you'll be less likely to damage the building's wiring."

"You know, if you use a tightened localized field adapter on that weapon of yours, you'll be less likely to damage the building's wiring."

"Yeah, but I blew the whole housing out and everything. The wires would just hang down. Besides, Building Management needs something to do. All the do is sit around with a buch of Office Application paperwork. I don't think ours has been totally authorized yet; I forgot to fill out Watercooler Requisition Form 10A-H and I put the wrong cover sheet on the TPS report. They took my red Swingline."

"That does present a problem. Never was a fan of all that bureaucratic red tape myself. All it seems to do is get in the way of things getting done. Of course, if you cut through it and just apply things yourself, you get the unions breathing down your neck, not to mention middle management, and the whole thing goes haywire. Seems to me it's best to either have your own system or a flock of secretaries and assistants to take care of the mess for you." Akia leans in. "I've traveled a fair bit, and I've seen nations where the death of a single housefly takes a mountain of paperwork just to sort it out. I'm simply not a fan."

"Bureaucracy is only fine when it's in the hands of the efficient gnomes, which is why I've become an advocate for them."

Dr. Hodz did something in his PDEA, and something chimed. Suddenly a Global Express 5000 jet roared past the window. It was being remotely controlled by Hodz. "Neat, eh?"

The jet pulled up outside the nearest open window, and Hodz gunned the engines to full throttle, sending a tremendous blast of air through the bar.

He said "I'll be back to talk to you shortly!, I am going to talk to the non-humans..." He walked over to the velociraptor, Sharp Tooth and said "Hi Sharp Tooth, I am John Macked, Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan, pleasure to meet you..."

"Sharp Tooth nodded his head, a display of respect" He made some clicking noises and a short chirp. The machine translated, "It is good to meet a human with some manners. Please let me buy you a drink." On the less sensitive side this human's extra skin was chemical smelling and smothered his scent. However that did not mean Sharp Tooth would want to eat this human anyway. Hopping back on the bar stool next to the spider he examined the glass of green alchohol. He spoke; and the machine translated, "I cannot drink from this thing. I require my alchohol in a bowl." The barkeep brought a bowl and poured the alchohol from the glass in. Sharp Tooth then dunked his head into his drink lifting it out and tilting his head backward in one fluid movement he began to drink. "What sort of drink do you wish John Macked?"...

He said "I'll be back to talk to you shortly!, I am going to talk to the non-humans..." He walked over to the velociraptor, Sharp Tooth and said "Hi Sharp Tooth, I am John Macked, Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan, pleasure to meet you..."

Sharp Tooth nodded his head a gesture of respect. "It is good to meet a human with some manners." The machine translated. "You are welcome to a drink "on me." Saying this Sharptooth hopped back onto his bar stool next to the spider. He decided he liked this human and wouldn't want to eat him. Besides his chemical extra skin covered his true scent. Then turning to the spider Sharp Tooth said, "Are there realy this few polite humans?"

Ambassador Benjamin J. Douglas walked into the Stranger's Bar, loosening the red tie over his white dress shirt and navy blue three button suit. Sitting down heavily at the bar, he sighed and placed his head in his hands. War was on the horizon, his nation's military was mobilized, a completely useless and propagandistic piece of legislature garbage was about to pass in the UN, elections were upcoming... he needed a drink.

"Bartender... Jack Daniel's... three fingers on the rocks... and leave the bottle." Douglas said running his hands through his slightly long dark brown hair. There was really only one way to cure his woes... and drinking JD's until he passed out wasn't it... no, there was something else.

"Anyone here know how to play beer pong?" He wondered aloud.

"Bureaucracy is only fine when it's in the hands of the efficient gnomes, which is why I've become an advocate for them."

Dr. Hodz did something in his PDEA, and something chimed. Suddenly a Global Express 5000 jet roared past the window. It was being remotely controlled by Hodz. "Neat, eh?"

The jet pulled up outside the nearest open window, and Hodz gunned the engines to full throttle, sending a tremendous blast of air through the bar.

"Hey, now. The Commonwealth's bureaucracy works impossibly well, due to IX and his fellow AIs. Everything happens in seconds.

"Oh, and, this!" He gave a mental command that opened up a Doorway once again to the frozen Commonwealth, but this time a garage. He looked into the opening and said, "Wake up," and his enormous, personal Aerotank rumbled to life and hovered above the ground.

The Wolf Guardians;12823140']"Hey, now. The Commonwealth's bureaucracy works impossibly well, due to IX and his fellow AIs. Everything happens in seconds.

"Oh, and, this!" He gave a mental command that opened up a Doorway once again to the frozen Commonwealth, but this time a garage. He looked into the opening and said, "Wake up," and his enormous, personal Aerotank rumbled to life and hovered above the ground.


"Okay, the blast of air was fine - it's getting stuffy in here - but the reason I'm here and not in Akimonad is because Akimonad is a frozen antarctic waste. That thing is rather large to be in here, too."

Dr. Hodz sipped once again.

"And I had no idea how the bureaucracy works in the Commonwealth. All I know is that we have little bureaucracy in Akimonad. Things go smoothly."

"As you will, citizen," Wolfgang said, a grin at the Guardian moniker. He gave another command, and the airship deactivated itself and the doorway closed, but not before he had reveled in the wonderful cold. Bloody nonarctic species.

"We have massive bureaucracy. It just works flawlessly well thanks to massive computing power and the brilliant minds that reside within." He swept his hand towards IX, who nodded thanks at the complement.

John smiled and sat next to Sharp Tooth at the bar and said sadly "Where I come from, most of the human's are like me actually, but the human race as a whole, I am sad to say, is not. I understand why you'd be upset at being called a reptile when you're really a velociraptor, I am smart enough, more then my fellow human's to know the difference between the two. Do you drink root beer, by the way?"

A gnome enters, steering a forklift with a pallet of paperwork. The forklift stops and drops its load onto Dr. Hodz. He is now covered by the mound of paper.

Poking his head out, he grabs a paper.

"Ah. Watercooler Requisition Form 10A-H. Subsection Theta: 'What is your intended usage of the provided watercooler(s)?'. Page 30 of 1659. And what's these other ones?" He grabs another paper. "Intent to Complete Paperwork Form 13-C, Acceptance of Late Charges Agreement 44-D, Addendum to Original Submission Entry Attachment Form C. Man, I hate paperwork."

OOC: Well, there ya go, Building Mgmt. Now you have some precedent for which forms newcomers need to fill out. Contact me if you ever need more names of paperwork made up.

John smiled at Sharp Tooth and said "I'm going to talk to some other people, and then I'll come back to you..." He approached Mr.Hodz and said "I'm the Foreign Minister, I came here in my personal Mig 1.44 Flatpack fighter, my F-4E was down in the shop again, so I took the newest thing..."

John smiled at Sharp Tooth and said "I'm going to talk to some other people, and then I'll come back to you..." He approached Mr.Hodz and said "I'm the Foreign Minister, I came here in my personal Mig 1.44 Flatpack fighter, my F-4E was down in the shop again, so I took the newest thing..."

Sharp Tooth was finding this human to be rather interesting. While he waited he spoke to the barkeep and his machine translated, "I cannot suck liquid from your vessels. I require a bowl." This was brought to him. Pleased with the bars service he nodded his head to show respect, and began to drink as a krane does. Bobbing his snout mouth-open into the bowl scooping up beverage; then tilting his head upward and thrusting his neck forward to swallow. To satisfy his hunger he ordered a steak, requesting it not be cooked. "My stomach is strong." He ravenously tore into the hunk of flesh. Tearing chunks off with his teeth, and swallowing them the same way he swallowed drink, only with greater force.
He turned to the spider, "Would you like some large crawly?"

John observed Sharp Tooth's eating and said "How's your steak friend, good I hope. I hear you like steak raw..."

John observed Sharp Tooth's eating and said "How's your steak friend, good I hope. I hear you like steak raw..."

"That is how my kind have always eaten our food." The machine translated from his response. "And yes my kind have something like your root beer I can smell the ingredients. They are quite simular. I appreciate your understanding of my genetic lineage. My kind have cousins among the birds. Our lineage with lizards was lost long ago. We eat them now." The only thing here that can be called lizard is the large furry one. He bears the scent of sprawl legs. Along with the scent of many mammals. He is not of nature.

John replied "There is rumors, in the northern parts of my country, a herd of talking velociraptors, but nobody's seen them for years, I hope it isn't a folk tale, because I'd like to meet them..." He drank his root beer, and smiled and said "That hit the spot, I think I'll eat some meat, but well done, for my stomach isn't as strong as yours is..."

Then turning to the spider Sharp Tooth said, "Are there realy this few polite humans?"

He turned to the spider, "Would you like some large crawly?""Ahzz, Sharp Tooth, iszz good to knowssz your name. I me am Shelob, butsz offended not by "crawly", noessz.

Politessz? Impolitessz? Hu-mansssz? No matterssz it, all klnk makessz fine stewssz."

Shelob tittered like a giddy schoolgirl. She wondered with a small fraction of her stem brain if Violet had been adding something untoward to her grasshopper blends. Alcohol was one thing (but she tasted nothing), other additions made web-making difficult. And she would need to build a web soon.

"Steakssz lookssz good, but the tkti hassz opened it. Drained it of the good bloodssz, yessz. I me thankssz you thoughssz for the offer.

Perhapssz yessz, you I me together to huntssz some dayssz, yessz? Youssz much faster than I me, butssz trickssz Old Shelob hassz."

John replied "There is rumors, in the northern parts of my country, a herd of talking velociraptors, but nobody's seen them for years, I hope it isn't a folk tale, because I'd like to meet them..." He drank his root beer, and smiled and said "That hit the spot, I think I'll eat some meat, but well done, for my stomach isn't as strong as yours is..."

"If your northern country is isolated there may be a pack." The machine translated. It could not show his excitement. His body posture however showed it all. He was flapping his feather crest up and down energeticaly. "They not likely are our species. They may be descendents of our long dead Pyroraptor brothers or our sons in the New Land (America) the Utahraptors! Language is not surprising. We had good brains when you were small with tails and snouts. We did not make machines because we love tradition and nature. I would like to come to your country some day and look for my brethren."

"Ahzz, Sharp Tooth, iszz good to knowssz your name. I me am Shelob, butsz offended not by "crawly", noessz.

Politessz? Impolitessz? Hu-mansssz? No matterssz it, all klnk makessz fine stewssz."

Shelob tittered like a giddy schoolgirl. She wondered with a small fraction of her stem brain if Violet had been adding something untoward to her grasshopper blends. Alcohol was one thing (but she tasted nothing), other additions made web-making difficult. And she would need to build a web soon.

"Steakssz lookssz good, but the tkti hassz opened it. Drained it of the good bloodssz, yessz. I me thankssz you thoughssz for the offer.

Perhapssz yessz, you I me together to huntssz some dayssz, yessz? Youssz much faster than I me, butssz trickssz Old Shelob hassz."

Even though this spider didn't mind his term for it's kind, Sharp Tooth decided was better to practice what he preached. As for this Shelobs answers to his questions it was clear they had simularities being both predators. He spoke and the machine translated, "You are right it is not as good or as filling without the bloods sustenance. The humans have stripped it of one of the best parts. Tricks you speak of, my kind are apreciative of good strategy. We use tricks to hunt as well. I am sure you are clever and fruitful on a hunt. You have the mark of a hunter"

The Nuncia kept a wary eye on the two creatures engaged in casual conversation at the bar while her grandmother tried to re-organize the line of pilgrims that had scattered in panic upon seeing Shelob. That the giant spider was now joined by a deadly looking dinosaur did not make the old nekomusume's job easier, but somehow she managed.

The Nuncia sighed, and pulled out a cell phone. Hopefully some of her diplomatic staff were calmed down by now to be interested in a board game.

"If your northern country is isolated there may be a pack." The machine translated. It could not show his excitement. His body posture however showed it all. He was flapping his feather crest up and down energeticaly. "They not likely are our species. They may be descendents of our long dead Pyroraptor brothers or our sons in the New Land (America) the Utahraptors! Language is not surprising. We had good brains when you were small with tails and snouts. We did not make machines because we love tradition and nature. I would like to come to your country some day and look for my brethren."

John thought a moment and said "I encountered one, once when I was on a mission, it saved my life, to which I was very very grateful, and when I informed him of all I knew of his kind, he got very excited, and said that my kind seemed to be the only human's that were informed. He invited me to visit the pack, and I did, praying they wouldn't eat me, they didn't luckily, and I was pleased, they talked to me in English!, and they let me have safe passage back to the helipad zone!" He grinned at Sharp Tooth's excitement, and said "Mind you, I've started the rumor, because if I made it fact, nobody would believe it really, except for my friend the President, but I didn't want to have any harm come to my, and your friends, so I've kept the location hidden for sometime. Yes, the northern land's is isolated, but the local's and the Utahraptor descendant's have been quite friendly..."

John thought a moment and said "I encountered one, once when I was on a mission, it saved my life, to which I was very very grateful, and when I informed him of all I knew of his kind, he got very excited, and said that my kind seemed to be the only human's that were informed. He invited me to visit the pack, and I did, praying they wouldn't eat me, they didn't luckily, and I was pleased, they talked to me in English!, and they let me have safe passage back to the helipad zone!" He grinned at Sharp Tooth's excitement, and said "Mind you, I've started the rumor, because if I made it fact, nobody would believe it really, except for my friend the President, but I didn't want to have any harm come to my, and your friends, so I've kept the location hidden for sometime. Yes, the northern land's is isolated, but the local's and the Utahraptor descendant's have been quite friendly..."

When he was told about rumors Sharp Tooth was excited. Now he was shocked. He didn't know how to respond. He stopped eating for starters. He spoke and the machine translated, "When your ancestors were small and furry, a bridge opened to the New Land. Thousands of us left. They crossed the bridge and settled in the New Land. There our sons had sons for millions of years. They became different raptors than us, but still raptors and still our sons. Then the oceans reclamed the bridge. We had lost our sons. We have never heard from them since. We thought they'd died in the The Great Death. You say you have met our sons. They would not have eaten you. You were a guest and you were in need. If you were polite then they would not have harmed you. English you say they spoke. They had lips did they?" He said sqwaking with mirth. "Our poor sons!" He said sqwaking even louder.:D

John smiled and said "They explained that the Great Death had wiped some of them out, but the rest continued to reproduce, and thus, I estimate they number about 10,000-15,000 of them, I personally call them Caliraptors, not an insult to them mind you, ( he said hastily), but because they live in Calizorinstan, you may ask why I never reported them to the zoo, mainly because I want to let them be happy, and to repay them for their hospitality, they didn't know that I did have the power to put them in a zoo, but I rejected that power, so they could remain happy in the wild, but I am glad for one they could talk, for how would I have known otherwise who they were, and their history?"

John smiled and said "They explained that the Great Death had wiped some of them out, but the rest continued to reproduce, and thus, I estimate they number about 10,000-15,000 of them, I personally call them Caliraptors, not an insult to them mind you, ( he said hastily), but because they live in Calizorinstan, you may ask why I never reported them to the zoo, mainly because I want to let them be happy, and to repay them for their hospitality, they didn't know that I did have the power to put them in a zoo, but I rejected that power, so they could remain happy in the wild, but I am glad for one they could talk, for how would I have known otherwise who they were, and their history?"

Sharp Tooth spoke the machine translated,"Not to worry human it is understandable that they get a new name. they are obviously not Velociraptors or Utahraptors anymore. There will likely be a day of celebration in the Pack when I tell the leader this news. I thank fate that we met John Macked."

Dr. Hodz, watching the raptor intently, but still listening to his table's conversation, entered the raptor's name in his PDEA under "Problems/Hitlist".

"So, Wolfgang, which aircraft have you piloted? Anything I might know about?"

OOC: Assume Hodz's knowledge extends to most RL planes. I haven't a clue what an "Aerotank" is.

John smiled and said "Thanks, I have enjoyed meeting you Sharp Tooth, we've called our newest bomber's "Velociraptors", thank's to the re-kindling of the sighting's of Caliraptor's, because, for all the world, the B-70's canards on the side of the bomber look like Velociraptor's teeth, and true to the Velociraptor's, it is a speedy son of a gun, pleasure to meet you.." He bowed slightly, and walked off to Dr.Hodz, and said "Hello, I don't think I properly introduced myself, I am John Macked, Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan, I flew in a Mig 1.44 flatpack by the way if you wish to know..." He offered his hand for Dr.Hodz to shake...

Dr. Hodz shook Mr. Macked's hand.

"I think you're starting to get on my good side. I like pilots. Because I am one."

John smiled and sat down and mopped his brow "No offense to the non-human's here, but if a T-Rex come's in, I am afraid we'll all have to run for cover, seem's like stranger thing's have happened tonight.., I had the honor of flying a B-70 Valkyrie bomber yesterday, that's now part of the Calizorinstan Air Force..." He drank a sip of his 2nd refill of Root Beer...

John smiled and sat down and mopped his brow "No offense to the non-human's here, but if a T-Rex come's in, I am afraid we'll all have to run for cover, seem's like stranger thing's have happened tonight.., I had the honor of flying a B-70 Valkyrie bomber yesterday, that's now part of the Calizorinstan Air Force..." He drank a sip of his 2nd refill of Root Beer...

Over hearing the remark about a "T-Rex" he let out a signal call, "KKKRRRRAAAAAWWWW!!" Outside a window to the bar, there were strange noises and heavy footsteps then, just barely fitting, a head at the end of a long neck stuck four feet through the open window. The strange creature had a tiny head, with a long beak and it was covered in feathers like Sharp Tooth. It proceeded to eat a salad sitting on a table nearby. Sharp Tooth turned to the stunned representatives and spoke. His machine translated, "Sorry, no T-Rex. Will a Therizenasaurus do?";)

Dr. Hodz, watching the raptor intently, but still listening to his table's conversation, entered the raptor's name in his PDEA under "Problems/Hitlist".

"So, Wolfgang, which aircraft have you piloted? Anything I might know about?"

OOC: Assume Hodz's knowledge extends to most RL planes. I haven't a clue what an "Aerotank" is.

"Probably not, other than the Raptor. And the Tomcat. And Phantom... and Eagle... and some unglamorous little stuff that doesn't matter, really... Er... I've probably messed with most aircraft that I could get my hands on. The Aerotank is my primary airborne vehicle, in the rare event I'd be flying." He pulled out a memory card labeled "Guide to the Guardians (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Wolf_Guardians)," and handed it to Hodz. "The public data on the Tank, Aerotank, and Aquatank are all there. I don't see what your problem is with the F4, though. Its design is outdated by even most standards and it's a little unwieldy, but it's a tough bird and has pretty good range and payload, as I remember reading.

"Oh, and B2 Bombers are nice. If the Commonwealth used bombers, we'd probably improve upon that design."

"I always liked the 'flying wing' design... despite the risks. It seems like stability would be an issue..." Hodz trailed off.

"The Phantoms work well as drones now, I suppose. I don't remember if we have any in service anymore."

Dr. Hodz took another drink.

"But, hey, my position as undersecretary extends to more than just UN responsibilities. I'm also trade rep. at large. We could export planes..."

John looked keenly at Dr.Hodz and said "I've got 24 air to air kill's in the F-4, against mostly Mig-23's, but the last 3, against Su-30MKI's that our Khilistani neighbors fielded, they have good pilot's too, but I think I must have been better, because, if they had been better I'd have lost.., I do agree though that the F-4 is getting old, but ARDC and I, ARDC is airplane research and development company, are starting to produce the super phantom, the follow on to the phantom, with canard's, and engine's that'll get it to Mach 3.0, and newer avionics, I think that it'll have the newer plane's beat...." He smiled and said "Sorry if I am on your bad side, I have a total of 35 air to air kill's, 24 in the Phantom, 5 in the F-14, 6 in the F-22 Raptor..."

"That's part of the mystique of the B2, though. The thing literally couldn't fly without its advanced computer systems." Wolfgang turned to the newcomer, John. "One of the things I love about the Raptor is its unbroken cockpit view. All instrumentation except the holoHUD are below the edge of the cockpit, preventing it cluttering up your view quite as badly as, say, the Tomcat. And having the radar signature of a small bird is quite nice, too, though the Commonwealth doesn't do covert things. I rather like the appearance of the Phantom II, though. A classic design, rather like old automobiles."

John smiled and said "Basically the F-22 Raptor and our original ARDC F-9 Barracuda, have replaced the F-4 in our service, except for the recon role and ground attack, that is why, ARDC is currently going to do the Super Phantom production, yes, it's going back in production, but in Calizorinstan, the terrain is perfect for the Super Phantom in Recon and Ground Attack Role, I got to fly a XB-70 yesterday that was going operational in our service, another classic design..."

"Nigel strolled in to the stranger's bar for the first time, and stood drinking in the surroundings. He made his way to the bar and when the barlord was available ordered a Philimbesian ale. He said with his back to the bar and glanced around"

At the bar, Jinella's communications device let out a shrill beep. "Damn it to the seven hells," she said irritably, placing one of several bottles of ale back on the bar. "Another debate I have to go listen to. Hopefully it won't turn my stomach as much as the unions resolution at vote did."

"Speaking of that repeal...I take it you're not planning to vote on it?" Ikir asked her, a concerned look on his face.

Jinella turned back around. "Nope. If you want to cast the government's vote on it, go right ahead. I figured you had more of a conscience than that, though," she said, walking out.

Left alone at the bar, Ikir spun one of the bottles pensively. A sudden mischievous look coming across his boyish face, he sprinted out of the bar.

Dr. Hodz's PDEA pinged. After reading something, he turned to Mr. Macked.

"It seems they've decided that they want to show off all our experimental planes in your air show (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=531444). Even the forward-swept wing models, which are a bit more dangerous."

Dr. Hodz looked at something on his PDEA.

"As long as they're being safe, I suppose."

Sharp Tooth hopped down from his stool and walked over to the table where the one called Hodz was speaking to the friendly human he had met. To make himself known he chirped once to get his attention. He could not disguise that he was drooling being so close to the unnatural wolf-thing. He spoke and the machine translated, "Hodz I am willing to put the recent exchanges between us in the past. On the one condition that you stop calling me a sprawl leg. That is all that I ask, and I ask it respectfully." To show his sincerety he showed his throat tissue. This gesture going back to his kinds beginings. Displaying ones most vunerable spot to show no ill intensions.

Sighing as he strolled in through the door of the bar, Head Commandant of Foreign Affairs Major Mikhail Lonieda strolled to the nearest empty stool and slumped down.

"Shot of whiskey, leave the bottle."He said to the bartender. In his mind, the best way to forget the last crucial 29 hours was to drown it in liqour.

His native homeland, The United Socialist States of Zintharia were brand new to the scene, and were awaiting admittance into the U.N. The Grand Commissar himself had sent him personally to chat up the scene and check out life at the U.N. It had seemed like a bad day until he had found the bar and the booze.

"Who would have thought this job is so hard?" He said mostly to himself as he downed another shot.

John said to Dr.Hodz "Yeah, I hope they'll be safe, I am more worried about the photo op that we're having with the XB-70 at the airshow, I don't want it to end up like the General Electric one, remember?"

Sharp Tooth hopped down from his stool and walked over to the table where the one called Hodz was speaking to the friendly human he had met. To make himself known he chirped once to get his attention. He could not disguise that he was drooling being so close to the unnatural wolf-thing. He spoke and the machine translated, "Hodz, I am willing to put the recent exchanges between us in the past. On the one condition that you stop calling me a sprawl leg. That is all that I ask, and I ask it respectfully." To show his sincerity he showed his throat tissue. This gesture going back to his kinds beginnings. Displaying ones most vulnerable spot to show no ill intentions.

"Alright, fine. I'll give you a two week grace period. If you tackle another delegate, the deal is off."

Dr. Hodz sipped his whiskey.

"And if we're talking monikers, I am a doctor."

"Alright, fine. I'll give you a two week grace period. If you tackle another delegate, the deal is off."

Dr. Hodz sipped his whiskey.

"And if we're talking monikers, I am a doctor."

"It is done." Sharp Tooths machine translated, "Good day DOCTOR Hodz." It's then that five other raptors, Sharp Tooths guardians and assitants, discover the bar. Walking over he greets them. He rubs sides with each of them and shows them to the bar. He calls the barkeep over. He speaks and his machine translates, "My associates require as many raw steaks as you can supply." The barkeep looks strangely at him but he does it. On request, a heaping pile of meat on a tray is brought to a space on the floor in front of the raptors. They then began to play a gambling game. With high steaks you might say. Meat was their currency after all. Their game was played on a bone board with red and white indented squares. You tossed a Shuvia bone and tried to land it on a red square. If so you got double your meat. If not you lost your winnings. Those whose turn had passed could bet amongst themselves on whether the tosser would win.

John walked over to Sharp Tooth and his assistant's, and said "Are your assistant's all "Velcioraptor's" too, I mean, pardon my ignorance of them, I just don't recognize them as easily as I do "Velcioraptors"?"

Richard suddenly lifted his head rather groggily and looked around, "ugh i must have dozed off for a while, did i miss anything?"

Akia smiles at the groggy representative. "Not much. Mostly interracial misunderstandings, intricate flight discussions, and the occasional raptor pounce. You look like you could use one of these." She hands Richard a revitalizing pill. "Take one with water and you'll be right as rain. You'll be fully alert and, in case you need it, sober in less time than it takes you to blink. Don't worry, the only side effect is a sudden increase in coherency."

The Nuncia kept a wary eye on the two creatures engaged in casual conversation at the bar while her grandmother tried to re-organize the line of pilgrims that had scattered in panic upon seeing Shelob. That the giant spider was now joined by a deadly looking dinosaur did not make the old nekomusume's job easier, but somehow she managed.

The Nuncia sighed, and pulled out a cell phone. Hopefully some of her diplomatic staff were calmed down by now to be interested in a board game.

"You have the mark of a hunter"

"I me hassz the mark of a killerssz," Shelob laughed as she raised three of her right limbs revealing the underside of her abdomen and a mark that looked every inch a death's head.

Her eyes began to glaze over as the talk turned to packs of bird lizards --raptors, she reminded herself of the new word-- and machines that fly. Sailing free on the wind, a single filament of silk from your spinner casting you up and away to every single point in the world; that was flying.

Turning back toward the rest of the bar, Shelob noticed the Nuncia standing with an odd device held to her ear. Waggling a forelimb, she prompted the young woman closer.

"Old grandmotherssz is smart yessz. Listen youssz to her. I me askssz around; issz difficult losingssz your homessz. I me never hassz. Alwayssz the forest or the lszta hassz my kind. Lucky I me am to livessz where none else wantssz yessz."

Most of the Wabbits who had been sitting (invisibly) around the room have started oh-so-casually drifting (invisibly) out of it... possibly in response to the arrival of Shelob on the one hand and the velociraptors on the other. Not that they're cowards, exactly, but staying around that many active predators without a good reason for doing so just isn't the wabbitish way...


(OOC: I suspect that both Shelob and the velociraptors could smell these [human-sized] Wabbits, even if they couldn't see them. Do any of the Kawaiian nekomusume have sufficient mystical talents to detect their presence, too?)

Invisible Wabbits;12830897']Most of the Wabbits who had been sitting (invisibly) around the room have started oh-so-casually drifting (invisibly) out of it... possibly in response to the arrival of Shelob on the one hand and the velociraptors on the other. Not that they're cowards, exactly, but staying around that many active predators without a good reason for doing so just isn't the wabbitish way...


(OOC: I suspect that both Shelob and the velociraptors could smell these [human-sized] Wabbits, even if they couldn't see them. Do any of the Kawaiian nekosume have sufficient mystical talents to detect their presence, too?)

Sharp Tooth could smell these rodents or at least that's what they smelled like. Turning to the friendly human who had asked a question Sharp Tooth spoke the machine translated, "Yes John Macked we are all what you call velociraptors." His machine translated, "Or rather we are velociraptor descendents. But our history has been unbroken starting with the actual species of velociraptor. We still look like them too." The raptors returned to their gambling. Sharp Tooth took a quick break from his game to order bowls of alchohol for his assosciates. When they were brought he thanked the barkeep and resumed playing. Addressing the entire bar he turned up his translater volume and spoke, "Anyone care to join us and play a little Shuvia Nest?" He asked. "Perhaps the big rodents moving toward the exit."

[T]he only side effect is a sudden increase in coherency."

"Oh dear. We don't need any of that in here."

Dr. Hodz sips his drink.

"What would you prefer us talking about? There's not much to discuss..."

John brought out his electric guitar and amp, and started playing "Freebird" to amuse himself, and hopefully the delegate's....

Akia smiles at the groggy representative. "Not much. Mostly interracial misunderstandings, intricate flight discussions, and the occasional raptor pounce. You look like you could use one of these." She hands Richard a revitalizing pill. "Take one with water and you'll be right as rain. You'll be fully alert and, in case you need it, sober in less time than it takes you to blink. Don't worry, the only side effect is a sudden increase in coherency."

"Hey thanks *takes pill and some water* you seem to have a pill for every situation...


John brought out his electric guitar and amp, and started playing "Freebird" to amuse himself, and hopefully the delegate's....

*woot!* "Stairway"! next

"Oh dear. We don't need any of that in here."

Dr. Hodz sips his drink.

"What would you prefer us talking about? There's not much to discuss..."

"Defenestrate anyone lately?"

Then Richard turned to Carol and kissed her on the cheek.

John turned his amp up louder and started playing some "Motorhead" to hopefully awake everybody in the room up, and he started to sing some of the lyrics...

""Defenestrate anyone lately?"

"No, but the upcoming debate shows promise."

Dr. Hodz smiled. It was hard to tell if it was sincere or sinister.

John then switched to Stairway to Heaven and smiled and said as he did some solo's, "Anybody else know how to play guitar?"

Mikhail, hearing the words "Anyone...know...guitar...play" looked up from his glass of whiskey and walked over to where the man named John was playing Stairway, and turned to him.

"yeah, I know how to play guitar. I can play Rainin Blood by Slayer, Freewill by Rush, and Smoke on the Water, but then again who can't?" he said laughing to himself

John smiled and said smiling "Well, that's very good..." He then switched to Sheet Home Alabama, and grinned and said "In case you couldn't tell already, I am a fan of Lynrd Skynrd's music!"

Mikhail grinned

"Not many western bands make it into our country, but I've heard them and I love em. They are exceptionally awesome"

John smiled "I'm in a band, a hard blues, hard metal band, called the Imperial Troopers, I think we released an album in all UN nations, first Cookesland, called Big Red One, we'll here's the song!" He turned the distortion up a tad, and it started with the same chords as AC/DC's Highway to Hell, but then he used the Bridge to Solo from Freebird, then he did a solo that he wrote, and he smiled and whooped, and ended with a little jump, and a pull off, and smiled and said "I wrote most of that song, some like the Bridge to My Solo, and the intro, were taken from other song's, but I wrote the solo's, and the middle part's of the song..."

"I liked the opening. AC/DC is one of the bands that dominate radio airplay in our country."

Mikhail drank more of his whiskey.

"We became members of the UN just now today, so I don't think your album was released in my country."

John smiled and said "But it will though, I've researched our band, and apparently we're being called in the papers "The Lynrd Skynrd of Calizorinstan..", which must mean we're pretty popular I guess, ah, my wife was involved in an air to air collision the other day, she was flying her personal fighter jet, then a neighbor of ours SaintB F-09F drifted into our airspace, the instructor was intoxicated..."

"Well that's terrible. Is she dead? Pardon my pessimism, but that seems like the only outcome."

John did a weary smile "That's the strange thing, she and the two other pilot's are miracously still alive, thank god!"

"That's good. Before the Revolution in my country, my wife was arrested on a bogus tax evasion charge. Habeas Corpus had been suspended, among other rights, and a mercenary firing squad working as 'enforcers' for the Violekt Corporation shot her in front of our apartment building. Then there was the Revolucion, and I was appointed to Head Commandant of Foreign Affairs, so I haven't remarried."

Yes, I said the calamari...Thank you....

Sorry about your wife...

Want to meet my daughter?

"Maybe... " Mikhail replied, sipping some more hooch.

It was a very quiet afternoon and only a few guests were sitting at the used looking tables near the bar. Some of them seemed to know such things as sunlight only from hearsay, nevertheless nobody cared a fig for the tall man walking in from the street.

If someone had taken a closer look at the new guest, he may be had noticed his unusual headgear. Not that a beret, worn with the soft crown to the left would be such exeptionell, but to color a beret in light orange doubtless is. Aside from this the man was dressed like a banker, with black suit, black shoes, black tie, black socks and a white shirt.

If he was not about 6' 5'' tall and had not very broad shoulders, he would most likely kept in mind as 'orange dot'. But this man was not remarkable for his clothing and figure only, since he was the attaché of Damned PoPer to the UN. Apparently this was not his first career, but sometimes he felt like fitting in his new role a little too well.

The man stood watching around for a while and took a look at the other guests of the famous 'UN Stranger Bar'. In all his years at the headquarter, he had never been to this establishment, except for one business lunch with the minister of defence of Lapis Heaven, a neighboring state. He remembered the excellent steak very well, but in his memory the bar was well-lit and much more frequented.

May be, it's just silly season. He shrugs and takes a seat at the nearest table. He did not see a waiter, except for the barkeeper, but he was not in a hurry. He took time to closely look at the interior and watching the other guests having their drinks.

Dr. Hodz looked confused. What's the matter with me that I don't know what songs these are? he thought.

John sighed and said "I'm sorry Mikhail, I see you've had spots of rough luck, maybe you'll get some good luck to make up for the good luck!" John started playing Freebird again to calm his nerves down..

If someone had taken a closer look at the new guest, he may be had noticed his unusual headgear. Not that a beret, worn with the soft crown to the left would be such exeptionell, but to color a beret in light orange doubtless is. Aside from this the man was dressed like a banker, with black suit, black shoes, black tie, black socks and a white shirt.

If he was not about 6' 5'' tall and had not very broad shoulders, he would most likely kept in mind as 'orange dot'. But this man was not remarkable for his clothing and figure only, since he was the attaché of Damned PoPer to the UN. Apparently this was not his first career, but sometimes he felt like fitting in his new role a little too well.

The man stood watching around for a while and took a look at the other guests of the famous 'UN Stranger Bar'. In all his years at the headquarter, he had never been to this establishment, except for one business lunch with the minister of defence of Lapis Heaven, a neighboring state. He remembered the excellent steak very well, but in his memory the bar was well-lit and much more frequented.

May be, it's just silly season. He shrugs and takes a seat at the nearest table. He did not see a waiter, except for the barkeeper, but he was not in a hurry. He took time to closely look at the interior and watching the other guests having their drinks.

Sharp Tooth did not think the invicible rodents would join in. So he looked around for someone else. He saw an orange crested human sitting at a table. Sharp Tooth aproached him. Preening his feathers first, he spoke and the machine around his neck translated, "Gooday human. Are you a gambler?"

John Macked sighed and said "Has anybody heard of a tiny nation called Cazelia?"

Mikhail lit up at the mention of Cazelia.

"Aah yes! Cazelia are our enemies in the fight to rid Tatom of imperialist pig dog capitalist rebels. The last news from the front said that our Noble Comrades had gained Glorious Victory in a battle with Cazelian Marines, and that an entire Cazelian landing force had been obliterated.

John Macked said in a low voice "I was the commander of the Red Star brigade that eliminated the Cazelian landing force, before I retired from Red Star, I was the one who was the tactical commander..."

Sharp Tooth did not think the invicible rodents would join in. So he looked around for someone else. He saw an orange crested human sitting at a table. Sharp Tooth aproached him. Preening his feathers first, he spoke and the machine around his neck translated, "Gooday human. Are you a gambler?"

Chris Carter, the man with the orange beret, slowly looked up at the indefinable being in front of him. To his regret he had seen many mentally ill, most of them suffering from war flashbacks, and he knew pretty much about defilade, but he had never seen such a well done costume. And what was this tiny machine around his neck?

Wow! They even painted each feather in a unique color. Carter was more than impressed by this great work, and so he nearly forgot about his proverbial politeness. But the bird-man's question got him instantly back into reality.

"Gooday, Sir.", he answered polite, but a little shortspoken. But he was not on duty and so he decided, that the evening could get interesting with this interlocutor. "That depends on the game and the takers."

[OOC: I do not intend to offend you, Raptor Pack - it's just, that Chris Carter is an attaché of an terran nation, who has never even thought about extraterrestial life.]

Dr. Hodz looked at Akia and Wolfgang.

"What do you think of the UAC debate so far? It's being swamped by noobs and ReadNothings."

Dr. Hodz sipped his whiskey, and wondered where Kyle had disappeared to.

Chris Carter, the man with the orange beret, slowly looked up at the indefinable being in front of him. To his regret he had seen many mentally ill, most of them suffering from war flashbacks, and he knew pretty much about defilade, but he had never seen such a well done costume. And what was this tiny machine around his neck?

Wow! They even painted each feather in a unique color. Carter was more than impressed by this great work, and so he nearly forgot about his proverbial politeness. But the bird-man's question got him instantly back into reality.

"Gooday, Sir.", he answered polite, but a little shortspoken. But he was not on duty and so he decided, that the evening could get interesting with this interlocutor. "That depends on the game and the takers."

[OOC: I do not intend to offend you, Raptor Pack - it's just, that Chris Carter is an attaché of an terran nation, who has never even thought about extraterrestial life.]

"The game" The machine translated, "Is Shuvia Nest and the takers are my guardians and assistants." Knowing they'd been mentioned each looked up and bobbed their heads in respect. Sharp Tooth spoke and the machine translated, "We are playing in our own currency, meat. In the Gobi Desert, food and water are worth more than anything. Each of us gets five meat pieces. The rest are in the center. You toss the Shuvia bone from two paces away. You are trying to get it in one of the red nests on the board. If you succeed, you take enough from the center to double your winnings. If you fail, you lose all but one meat piece from your winnings." When it is not your turn, you can bet with other players on whether the tosser will win. You lose when you run out of meat." Finished Sharp Tooth asked, "Sound like your kind of game human?"

"Sounds like fun." Finally Carter got his drink and his spirit raised appreciably. Not only that there were two other guys dressed in those funny costumes, but they would be the takers for a sweepstake. Of course Carter did not expected to have a fair chance, but his lunch was not long ago and since the only thing, he could loose, would be some meat, he was looking forward to a strange but funny game.

"But I don't have any meat with me. How's the exchange rate?", he quipped and bit half a lime at once, before taking a sip of his passable cocktail.

Dr. Hodz looked at Akia and Wolfgang.

"What do you think of the UAC debate so far? It's being swamped by noobs and ReadNothings."

Dr. Hodz sipped his whiskey, and wondered where Kyle had disappeared to.

At the mention of the UAC, Wolfgang hissed, his feline and reptile genetics making themselves quite apparent. He said no more.

IX did, however. "I admit that I have been sitting here rather than there, as I find social observation here much more interesting and useful."

A pup-sized doorway opened, and Kyle stepped through, hopping up on the chair next to Wolfgang and electronically delivering the message he was sent with. He waved at Doctor Hodz of Akimonad, requesting his usual chocolate milk from anyone who'd provide it.

"Sounds like fun." Finally Carter got his drink and his spirit raised appreciably. Not only that there were two other guys dressed in those funny costumes, but they would be the takers for a sweepstake. Of course Carter did not expected to have a fair chance, but his lunch was not long ago and since the only thing, he could loose, would be some meat, he was looking forward to a strange but funny game.

"But I don't have any meat with me. How's the exchange rate?", he quipped and bit half a lime at once, before taking a sip of his passable cocktail.

"Umm..." Sharp Tooth's machine translated, "The meat is over there human." Sharp Tooth pointed with his snout to the tray of steaks on the floor. They walked over and crouched around the board. "You toss first human" One of the guardians translaters said. "I bet two meat pieces he misses." "Three meat pieces." Said Sharp Tooths translater. "I think he'll make it."

John then stepped up the gain on his amp, and started playing "Aliens Exist" by Blink 182, and started moving around grinning from ear to ear as he sang the lyrics...

"So yeah, what's everyone wanna talk about?" said Richard who was slightly bored

John gave a whoop, and did a powerslide, and did a C minor pentatonic, and grinned at all the rep's and said, "I have rocked and rolled, ohhh, eyahhhH!" a

Turning back toward the rest of the bar, Shelob noticed the Nuncia standing with an odd device held to her ear. Waggling a forelimb, she prompted the young woman closer.

"Old grandmotherssz is smart yessz. Listen youssz to her. I me askssz around; issz difficult losingssz your homessz. I me never hassz. Alwayssz the forest or the lszta hassz my kind. Lucky I me am to livessz where none else wantssz yessz."

The young Nuncia jumped slightly when she saw the huge spider looking in her direction and waving one of its legs in an unmistakeably beckoning gesture. Trembling with fright, she gripped the paper-streamered wand her grandmother had handed to her and tried to steel her nerves. I am a Nuncia, I am the representative of my people, she thought desparately. That is a foreign representative; this is a social gathering. I must be polite and friendly, I must be polite and friendly, I must be polite and friendly...

Finally the 14 year-old girl did the bravest thing she had ever done--take a few steps towards the monstrous creature, bow and say in her best voice, "I-i-in the name of the C-c-cute One...I b-b-bid you welcome..."

Invisible Wabbits;12830897'](OOC: I suspect that both Shelob and the velociraptors could smell these [human-sized] Wabbits, even if they couldn't see them. Do any of the Kawaiian nekosume have sufficient mystical talents to detect their presence, too?)

OOC: The nekomusume are merely human. Their name comes from the ceremonial dress they wear--it includes a cap resembling cat-ears, and a fake cat-tail attached to the back of their robes. The Kawaiians haven't caught on yet to the presence of invisible creatures in the bar. Anything odd that the Wabbits may have done the Kawaiians would almost certainly attribute to the Manifestation of the Cute One they believe is residing in the shrine at the end of the bar.

"Umm..." Sharp Tooth's machine translated, "The meat is over there human." Sharp Tooth pointed with his snout to the tray of steaks on the floor. They walked over and crouched around the board. "You toss first human" One of the guardians translaters said. "I bet two meat pieces he misses." "Three meat pieces." Said Sharp Tooths translater. "I think he'll make it."

Carter sneered inconspicuously and took the amount meat, he was assigned. If I understand this funny game correctly... He looked at the backgammon board - if one could call it that way - the small but solid looking bone and the funny takers, each making their bet on his success or miss, intensely. ...this game is just like a good game of poker. Of course one had to flip the bone as intended, but the main amount of meat changed it's owner by cleverly placed bets. And because of this, the thrower would have a deep impact on the meat of his takers. But because there was no obligation to show the current score, each player had to keep track or astimate his oponents' amount of meat. And because of the drinks - were they getting better or did he just getting more and more drunk, Carter asked himself - keeping track was a nearly impossible thing to do.

Then Richard turned to Carol and kissed her on the cheek.
Carol was roused out of the trance. "Oh, I'm sorry, Richard, I guess... I was just a little bit groggy, I mean, carried away."

(OOC: Sorry if I haven't been posting for a while, I'm getting less and less time for NS... :(:(:( God I hate these Pathology exams.)

Gently gripping Christelle's hand, Christopher helped her from her seat and walked with her out of the Strangers' Bar. He smiled, squeezing that hand and leaning in, "Of course I'll surprise you, dear. There's this place I've been wanting to take you for some time now."

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OOC: Sorry for the delay. Should we revive the Islenska and Ariddia thread for this?

Carter sneered inconspicuously and took the amount meat, he was assigned. If I understand this funny game correctly... He looked at the backgammon board - if one could call it that way - the small but solid looking bone and the funny takers, each making their bet on his success or miss, intensely. ...this game is just like a good game of poker. Of course one had to flip the bone as intended, but the main amount of meat changed it's owner by cleverly placed bets. And because of this, the thrower would have a deep impact on the meat of his takers. But because there was no obligation to show the current score, each player had to keep track or astimate his oponents' amount of meat. And because of the drinks - were they getting better or did he just getting more and more drunk, Carter asked himself - keeping track was a nearly impossible thing to do.

"Throw then human." Sharp Tooth's machine tranlated. Turning to the other people in the bar, Sharp Tooth inquired by his translater, "Is there somone here who will keep score?"

Gently gripping Christelle's hand, Christopher helped her from her seat and walked with her out of the Strangers' Bar. He smiled, squeezing that hand and leaning in, "Of course I'll surprise you, dear. There's this place I've been wanting to take you for some time now."

Christelle smiled, happy just to hold his hand and be with him.
"Now I'm curious." She gave him a quick; loving kiss on the cheek, and whispered as she did so, a little excited: "Do I get a clue?"


OOC: Sorry for the delay. Should we revive the Islenska and Ariddia thread for this?

OOC: Well, they're leaving the Bar itself, so probably. The thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=507771).

"Throw then human." Sharp Tooth's machine tranlated. Turning to the other people in the bar, Sharp Tooth inquired by his translater, "Is there somone here who will keep score?"The Plutonian ambassador, who had slunk in, nodded. He liked numbers.

The Plutonian ambassador, who had slunk in, nodded. He liked numbers.

"Thank you. Lets play human. Toss the bone."

Wolfgang had a bit of a sick look on his face, watching the raptors toss about all the raw meat. IX, of course, had no stomach to turn, and thus didn't care, but found it interesting nonetheless. Many Guardians were vegetarians, and those who did eat meat only ate the genetically engineered chicken of the Commonwealth, which the Creators had bred to want to be eaten and to have the vocal and mental capacity to say so. And, it was usually... prepared... Wolfgang looked away, seeing the same look on Kyle, who also looked away, instead zoning out and reading his favorite 'net sites, including a popular game where you got to be the leader of a country, deciding daily issues and debating things in online forums...

The Wolf Guardians;12840246']Wolfgang had a bit of a sick look on his face, watching the raptors toss about all the raw meat. IX, of course, had no stomach to turn, and thus didn't care, but found it interesting nonetheless. Many Guardians were vegetarians, and those who did eat meat only ate the genetically engineered chicken of the Commonwealth, which the Creators had bred to want to be eaten and to have the vocal and mental capacity to say so. And, it was usually... prepared... Wolfgang looked away, seeing the same look on Kyle, who also looked away, instead zoning out and reading his favorite 'net sites, including a popular game where you got to be the leader of a country, deciding daily issues and debating things in online forums...

One of Sharp Tooth's guardians saw the Wolf-Man's disgust. He spoke and his machine translated, "It seems our stomachs are stronger yours." He was having trouble concealing his hunger.

Wolfgang straightened and turned to look at the being. "Guardians are an excellent combination of beings, resulting in an iron stomach capable of processing almost anything, which is then reinforced by our nanosystems, which will break down anything our native systems do not into usable components. Unfortunately, my revulsion is yet another so-called safeguard the Creators saw fit to engineer into us to keep us at their mercy." Kyle mimicked his pseudo-uncle, straightening and looking directly at the delegate.

IX merely watched the exchange, mildly amused that the raptors could detect Guardians' expressions that well, knowing that the repulsion the others faced was much, much stronger than they let on, due to their own training and control. "Fortunately, I have no stomach at all, nor do I eat," he said quietly, to no one in particular.

Carter decided, that he was drunk! Not that he had much drinks, but the pure nonsense reaching his nebulized brain just could not be real. But since he had his day off tomorrow, he could not care less.

"Well then..." Carter grabed the clean bone and weighed it in his hand. Then he aimed at one of the goals and flipped the bone. To his surprise, the bone had a good flight quality and flew beyond the target for nearly 25 centimeters. Not a very good turn, but Carter talk himself into believing, that he was drunk and therefore impaired.

The Wolf Guardians;12840335']Wolfgang straightened and turned to look at the being. "Guardians are an excellent combination of beings, resulting in an iron stomach capable of processing almost anything, which is then reinforced by our nanosystems, which will break down anything our native systems do not into usable components. Unfortunately, my revulsion is yet another so-called safeguard the Creators saw fit to engineer into us to keep us at their mercy." Kyle mimicked his pseudo-uncle, straightening and looking directly at the delegate.

IX merely watched the exchange, mildly amused that the raptors could detect Guardians' expressions that well, knowing that the repulsion the others faced was much, much stronger than they let on, due to their own training and control. "Fortunately, I have no stomach at all, nor do I eat," he said quietly, to no one in particular.

The assistant/guardian could detect right off that other representatives were disgusted. He spoke and his translater broudcasted, "If you all find what we eat and how we eat it disturbing perhaps you should just leave. We eat meat raw. accept it."

Carter decided, that he was drunk! Not that he had much drinks, but the pure nonsense reaching his nebulized brain just could not be real. But since he had his day off tomorrow, he could not care less.

"Well then..." Carter grabed the clean bone and weighed it in his hand. Then he aimed at one of the goals and flipped the bone. To his surprise, the bone had a good flight quality and flew beyond the target for nearly 25 centimeters. Not a very good turn, but Carter talk himself into believing, that he was drunk and therefore impaired.

Meanwhile Sharp Tooth was paying his fellow pack member three meat pieces. "Something to remember human. A Shuvia has hollow bones like it's bird relatives just as we do. Place all but one of your meat pieces in the center." (This guy was realy in denial. Velociraptors are two feet tall.:D)

John was making up a song, heavily based on "TNT", but changed the lyrics to say "I am a Velcioraptor, I'm dynamite, I'll win the fight with my claws, I'm a powerload, watch me pounce..." He then did more, but he started doing fancy jumping around and sliding, he ended and said "I dedicated this song to Sharp Tooth my new velcioraptor pal.."

The assistant/guardian could detect right off that other representatives were disgusted. He spoke and his translater broudcasted, "If you all find what we eat and how we eat it disturbing perhaps you should just leave. We eat meat raw. accept it."


Wolfgang got a stern look on his face. "I have no problem with you doing so whatsoever. I'm sorry if my natural reaction displeased you. Carry on your business."

Dr. Hodz switched on a shield to eliminate the maggots that he knew were coming, thanks to the raw meat.

"If you all find what we eat and how we eat it disturbing perhaps you should just leave. We eat meat raw. accept it."

"Um, no. I'm not leaving anytime soon, and I don't think Wolfgang is."

Dr. Hodz sighed. "Why do we always have to be so tolerant of culture? I hate it."

John said to Dr.Hodz "You have to be respectful of Velcioraptors, otherwise they might attack us all because of you!"

John said to Dr.Hodz "You have to be respectful of Velcioraptors, otherwise they might attack us all because of you!"

"All the while insisting on how civilized and intelligent their species is". Chimed in Nigel who had been leaning on a wall, watching the spectacle that was Raptor feeding time disguised clunkyly as a parlor game.

"I particularly like it when they tell us how we should react to things. It proves just how mature a race they are. I respect they eat raw meat, I would hope they respect that I find that a bit unappealing." Nigel continued to fix his gaze at the beasts who attacked his boss.

John stared clearly at Nigel and said "Caliraptors which are like Vecioraptors, but can speak English and other thing's, helped us defeat Terry Redren in 1857 AD..."

"I don't doubt that some Raptors are civilized, and the recent attacks on unarmed UN ambassadors surely speaks to their prowess in battle." His black eyes never once wavering.

John was making up a song, heavily based on "TNT", but changed the lyrics to say "I am a Velcioraptor, I'm dynamite, I'll win the fight with my claws, I'm a powerload, watch me pounce..." He then did more, but he started doing fancy jumping around and sliding, he ended and said "I dedicated this song to Sharp Tooth my new velcioraptor pal.."

Sharp Tooth deserted the game to listen John Mackeds song. By the time it was over he was about lose his balance from squaking with mirth. He spoke and the translater said, "Thank you John Macked. A most amusing song."

The Wolf Guardians;12841809']Wolfgang got a stern look on his face. "I have no problem with you doing so whatsoever. I'm sorry if my natural reaction displeased you. Carry on your business."

The guardian/assistant bobbed his head in respect, "glglglgrlrll." and returned to the game.

Dr. Hodz switched on a shield to eliminate the maggots that he knew were coming, thanks to the raw meat.



"Um, no. I'm not leaving anytime soon, and I don't think Wolfgang is."

Dr. Hodz sighed. "Why do we always have to be so tolerant of culture? I hate it."

John said to Dr.Hodz "You have to be respectful of Velcioraptors, otherwise they might attack us all because of you!"

At this Sharp Tooth started squaking again. "I hardly am going to kill someone because they don't like my culture. No need to worry about me or my colleagues "attacking you all." Just don't call us lizards and we'll all be just fine."

"All the while insisting on how civilized and intelligent their species is". Chimed in Nigel who had been leaning on a wall, watching the spectacle that was Raptor feeding time disguised clunkyly as a parlor game.

"I particularly like it when they tell us how we should react to things. It proves just how mature a race they are. I respect they eat raw meat, I would hope they respect that I find that a bit unappealing." Nigel continued to fix his gaze at the beasts who attacked his boss.

John stared clearly at Nigel and said "Caliraptors which are like Vecioraptors, but can speak English and other thing's, helped us defeat Terry Redren in 1857 AD..."

"I don't doubt that some Raptors are civilized, and the recent attacks on unarmed UN ambassadors surely speaks to their prowess in battle." His black eyes never once wavering.

Sharp Tooth turned to the new member of this conversation. "Do not speak to me about maturity human. Your kind has been around for only a 100,000 years and in that time you managed to screw up the entire world ecosystem. If it were not for our humility and respect for the past you would be living under us today. Do you think we are backward people human? We mastered genetics when your ancestors were still monkeys! That is how intelligent we are! We choose to only use this technology when necesary. You wish me to prove it?" Sharp Tooth pressed another button on his neck translater. Something extended from it. An arm shaped machine ran along Sharp Tooths arm. Following the length of his arm until it reached the wrist. It clamped onto his wrist and a gun barrel extended from the clamp. When it was finished a wrist weapon was at the end of a gun that mechnically moved in synchronisation with the arm it was on. Stopping at the shoulder a cable extended from it into the neck device. "This device around my neck has many functions." Sharp Tooth's machine translated, "We often don't need these weapons." Sharp Tooth said this diplaying his claws. He aimed his gun (If you could call it that.) at the spot scorched by Dr. Hodz's weapon. He fired. White and Blue light erupted from the barrel. Hitting the place that Hodz had shot. It blew threw the ceiling making a precise and accurate hole. "But they do have their uses."

Wolfgang growled to himself slightly. If people didn't stop shooting the place, they'd piss of Neville or Management. He gave a mental command, and a cloud of his nanobots shot up to the ceiling and began repairing it. "Task complete in two minutes," his nanosystem said inside his head. He gave it another command, and it altered the prediction. "Task complete in eight minutes." Barely visible over the hole were the beginnings of a new light fixture growing there. At least my gun's effects are just a display!

"Do not speak to me about maturity human. Your kind has been around for only a 100,000 years and in that time you managed to screw up the entire world ecosystem.

"Eh, wrong. Some human species have, I imagine, been around a lot longer. And which "world" do you refer to?"

If it were not for our humility and respect for the past you would be living under us today.

"I highly doubt that. If we were living under you today, we'd be sitting in caves, trying to decide if rocks are edible and making sacks out of rabbits."

Do you think we are backward people human?

"Well, I do. But I'm entitled to my opinion."

We mastered genetics when your ancestors were still monkeys! That is how intelligent we are!

Dr. Hodz snickers sarcastically at this remark.

You wish me to prove it?"

Dr. Hodz, staring at the rapidly forming light, remarks, "It seems you already have. Stop destroying the place."

Sharp Tooth pressed another button on his neck translater. Something extended from it. An arm shaped machine ran along Sharp Tooths arm. Following the length of his arm until it reached the wrist. It clamped onto his wrist and a gun barrel extended from the clamp. When it was finished a wrist weapon was at the end of a gun that mechnically moved in synchronisation with the arm it was on. Stopping at the shoulder a cable extended from it into the neck device.

"That's hardly special or advanced."

"This device around my neck has many functions." Sharp Tooth's machine translated, "We often don't need these weapons." Sharp Tooth said this dsiplaying his claws. He aimed his gun (If you could call it that.) at the spot scorched by Dr. Hodz's weapon. He fired. White and Blue light erupted from the barrel. Hitting the place that Hodz had shot. It blew threw the ceiling making a precise and accurate hole. "But they do have their uses."

"You're about to lose the privilege of your neck thing there. That being said, maybe you should leave."

Dr. Hodz sighed. He didn't care for dinosaur telling him they were more advanced than him or that he could have been subservient to them. Dr. Hodz had an ego, and he rather liked it, so it wasn't going anywhere.

Dr. Hodz sighed. "Why do we always have to be so tolerant of culture? I hate it."

Bob, laned over to Dr. Hodz and whispered, "Personally, I seriously considering seeing if I can't bribe the Building Management into fast-tracking them for an office. One as far away from mine as possible."

Sharp Tooth turned to the new member of this conversation. "Do not speak to me about maturity human. Your kind has been around for only a 100,000 years and in that time you managed to screw up the entire world ecosystem.

"I hope you realize that there are more than one world, and more than one universe. Not everyone in the bar and the UN in general are from the same world let alone plane of existence."

If it were not for our humility and respect for the past you would be living under us today.

"no, i believe we owe that gratitude to a giant space rock..." said Richard

Wolfgang growled quietly again as his nanoforce returned to him, a shiny new fixture in place. "Everyone chill. Let's all just awkwardly ignore each other like adults."

"I hope you realize that there are more than one world, and more than one universe. Not everyone in the bar and the UN in general are from the same world let alone plane of existence."



"no, i believe we owe that gratitude to a giant space rock..." said Richard

"I am speaking of Earth. I am not from another planet." "Your jokes about the extinction are very insulting." "Dr. Hodz for once is right. If not for some humility on our part, you would be kept in caves making rabbit bags. While we colonized Mars." "Also Hodz my device goes when your gun and shield gadget go." Sharp Tooth returns to his gambling game and proceeds to ignore the critics in the room.

John walked around the room pacing, and heard his car alarm go off, and he rushed out, and when he came back in the bar, he looked furious, and slammed down his mug and said "Some thieves stole my laptop, they're gone now, but my car is ruined, about 30,000 dollars worth of damage..."

"I am speaking of Earth. I am not from another planet." "Your jokes about the extinction are very insulting." "Dr. Hodz for once is right. If not for some humility on our part, you would be kept in caves making rabbit bags. While we colonized Mars." "Also Hodz my device goes when your gun and shield gadget go." Sharp Tooth returns to his gambling game and proceeds to ignore the critics in the room.

Richard turned aroud to face Sharp Tooth

"Sorry if my joke was insulting, but if you don't want so many people being critical of you use some of this humility you keep going on about..."

Invisible Wabbits;12830897']Most of the Wabbits who had been sitting (invisibly) around the room have started oh-so-casually drifting (invisibly) out of it... possibly in response to the arrival of Shelob...The smell of those wascally wabbits had been masked by that of so many other creatures in the room. The air waves triggered by their movement, however, distinctly activated the exquisite sensory hairs on her legs. Turning her head so that her middle front eyes focused on the area of movement, she tracked the animals by the dust motes they stirred up.

"Better off tasty tklt are in barssz, yessz, with more peoplessz yesssz," she said to no one in particular and wiping the drool off her chin.

The young Nuncia jumped slightly when she saw the huge spider looking in her direction and waving one of its legs in an unmistakeably beckoning gesture. Trembling with fright, she gripped the paper-streamered wand her grandmother had handed to her and tried to steel her nerves. I am a Nuncia, I am the representative of my people, she thought desparately. That is a foreign representative; this is a social gathering. I must be polite and friendly, I must be polite and friendly, I must be polite and friendly...

Finally the 14 year-old girl did the bravest thing she had ever done--take a few steps towards the monstrous creature, bow and say in her best voice, "I-i-in the name of the C-c-cute One...I b-b-bid you welcome..."Shelob carefully ignored the Nuncia’s trembling and bobbed her head at the young woman’s greeting. She hoped it looked more friendly and less like she was trying to eat the girl. Eat. The gnawing in her belly was getting to be a distraction and obstacle to good behavior.

“Issz good we meetssz each otherssz. Sszoon I me mustssz go... hunger makessz not good company. Old grandmotherssz say demonssz lookssz like ussz. If tkti demonssz, no help I me. But if spiderssz yessz, thissz may helpssz.”

The old spider reached into her chest pouch and extended a limb carefully toward the Nuncia. A charm in the shape of the spider queen glittered in the smoky light of the bar.

John smiled and started playing "Freebird", except he cranked up the effects and volume on the amp, so it drowned all the conversation with the music...

Richard turned aroud to face Sharp Tooth

"Sorry if my joke was insulting, but if you don't want so many people being critical of you use some of this humility you keep going on about..."

"Sorry monkeyspawn I can't hear you I'm gambling." Sharp Tooths neck device translated, while withdrawing his weapon.

Newly arrived to the United Nations and completely ignorant about how persons acted behind the scenes of the actual politics, Lady Emilynn Dethre made a rather unremarkable appearance to the stranger bar. Not having much experience in manuvering on land, the ageless aquatic female moved slowly and ackwardly. Those that took the time to notice her features rather then focus solely on the large shapeless dark blue hooded robes that she wore, would realize that they were quite human-esque. In fact, had she not had the misfortune of possessing elaborately fanned ears that quite noticeably peeked out from her white hair, she could have passes as a reasonably (blue) human.

However, uncertainty seemed to be the flavor of her mood for that day, and so the Cresean ambassador moved as quickly as she could to take a seat wherever was closest and quietly observe her surroundings. Information-gathering, so she'd call it. Her two forgettable bodyguards followed suit.

"Sorry monkeyspawn I can't hear you I'm gambling." Sharp Tooths neck device translated, while withdrawing his weapon.

Hearing this, Dr. Hodz addressed Sharp Tooth. "Remember how you wanted to put everything in the past behind us? Well, you just crossed the line. Don't do it again."

Dr. Hodz pulled out his weapon. "Pick on someone your own size. And put the weapon away."

John pulled out his M1911A1 at Dr.Hodz and cocked the gun, and created a Mexican Standoff and said "If you kill my friend Sharp Tooth, I guarentee you, you'll die too, you to me are like Dolores Umbridge.., you try and find way's to kill off half-breed's, and non humans, you wanna die, I have 9 rounds of .45 ACP, that will burst your skull, do you feel lucky punk, do ya!" He kept his gun trained on Dr.Hodz's neck, and kept silent, but angry...

Wolfgang scowled at the lot of them. "That's about enough of this. Your weapons WILL NOT hurt anyone here in the Bar. The Bar's systems make it impossible. Put them all away, quit insulting each other, and bloody behave, or else the rest of us patrons are going to bloody throw you out the bloody window, where you can bloody shoot each other all you bloody want!"

John growled at Wolfgang and said "You can bloody throw me out, I am tired of all of you!, especially you Dr.Hodz, but Sharp Tooth is my friend.." John put his M1911A1 in his holster, and walked out for 1 hour, and walked back in and said "I wish to apologize for my bad behavior today, if people will forgive me.."

Wolfgang and Kyle's hands had gone to their holopistols at the man's return, but had not withdrawn them. Hearing his words, they relaxed slightly. "I should hope so. This is the bleeding UN, it is, not a Blerontinian nursery!"

IX, turned and looked at him, regarding him innocently as only a computer can. "I believe you should check your weapon's ammunition. You'll find that the doorway to the Bar contains machinery which alters lethal weapons in such a way to make them nonfunctional by turning key pieces or the whole thing into something innocuous."

Kyle nodded, withdrawing his real self-defense pistol, ridiculously huge in his small paws, and removing the clip, which spilled out .50 cal-shaped gum balls across the table. "And it'll switch timelines if you manage to kill someone, too!" he quipped in his chipper voice.

John said smiling "I left it in the car, but what would prevent us from hitting each other with fists, not that I want to start a fight, but if there's a barfight, I want to join in?"

Throughly annoyed, Akia crosses her arms and addresses John while keeping an incredibly vexed glare pointed at Sharp Tooth. "While I appreciate that he may be your friend, he'd be well advised to keep a civil tongue in his mouth. Arguing genetic superiority while engaging in name-calling sessions and heated insults is hatchling behavior. If the delegate cannot be so inclined as to demonstrate his intelligence by means of respectful behavior, deference to the rules and regulations created by those people of authority here in the Bar, and the ability to agree to disagree without engaging in an aggression contest, ejection from this premises via defenestration shall begin VERY shortly."

John whirled and said to Akia "Nobody apperciate's Sharp Tooth's ancestry that's for sure, I'd not say that to me if I were you lady!, I am a pure blood, descended from the founder of Calizorinstan, Igor Slovcik!"

"I am not disputing anyone's genetic composition nor their ancestral claims. All I ask is for some level of appropriate behavior to be maintained by those who wish to involve themselves in this community."

John relaxed and said "You may include Dr.Hodz in the behavior therapy program, he was way out of line, and I don't deny Sharp Tooth was too, but you've got to admit, I have been out of line, and I shall correct my behavior right now. Akia, where are you from, I suppose Intellect and Art?"

John whirled and said to Akia "Nobody apperciate's Sharp Tooth's ancestry that's for sure, I'd not say that to me if I were you lady!, I am a pure blood, descended from the founder of Calizorinstan, Igor Slovcik!"

Wolfgang slammed his fist down loudly on the table. He hadn't been this cross since the start of UAC. "And I'm a genetically engineered, artificially created, and cybernetically enhanced supersoldier! Does it matter here? No! Your bloody bloodlines mean nothing here! This Existence is far more vast than you can imagine, and we are, each and every one of us, an insignificant speck. Do not go spouting off completely irrelevant information at the rest of the Multiverse as though you're somehow better because of a long-dead being that none of us likely ever knew! We are, each and every one of us, equals, and you had better remember it!" He then relaxed, seeing the delegate speak civilly to Akia.

John looked at Wolfgang and said "That's alright, I apologize, but if you were to dig deeper into Calizorinstan, we have a good sized population of wizard's good and dark, but the dark ones are prominent, I'd advise you not to tell them that..." He looked grim and tired after he said this...

John relaxed and said "You may include Dr.Hodz in the behavior therapy program, he was way out of line, and I don't deny Sharp Tooth was too, but you've got to admit, I have been out of line, and I shall correct my behavior right now. Akia, where are you from, I suppose Intellect and Art?"

Akia smiles in amusement. "To presume that Hodz would allow himself to be placed under any such level of guidance is indeed one of the more entertaining notions I've heard in quite some time. To answer your question, however, I am the elected President of Intellect and Art and currently serve as UN Delegate for the esteemed Region of Rayne. I assure you, however, this is not a full list of my titles and responsibilities, and you would do well to remember that certain of my unmentioned positions require me to maintain a knowledge base and intelligence level great enough that I am fully capable of summarily refuting any and all claims that any given sapient species is genetically superior to any other.

"For all things, there is a given context, and unless that context is capable of being applied universally across the board, any basis for superiority is profoundly relative and finite in scope. Also, any attempt to prove superiority of a given species can only be held if it can accurately take into account the infinitely differing levels of development between any given set of civilizations, which cannot be accurately quantified. To presume to know where a civilization would be upon reaching a certain developmental milestone without them having actually reached it is an imprecise science at best. Even the Time Lords have failed to find a way to accurately measure and compare two or more species at an approximately same level of development.

"You see, to scientifically prove superiority based on genetic makeup, all other factors would have to be equal and all variables accounted for. The incredible complexity of life forms in the multiverse makes it impossible to do so. The closest anyone could comprehensively come to a statement of genetic superiority was developed by the cooperative works of one of our prior Librarians and a visiting Time Lord:
'All sapient species are, in point of fact, superior to all other sapient species existing within their particular frame of space and time. Any given superiority on one quantified level is offset by a deficiency in another, which is in turn taken up by another species deficient in the superior area of the first. All sapients are equally unequal and therefore superior to their particular genetic code.'

"If, however, you can manage to find a better and more scientifically sound statement, I encourage you to spend the trillions upon trillions upon trillions of years of research required to figure it out."

Finishing her statements by adjusting her glasses, Akia orders a round for herself, Hodz, and Wolfgang.

Akia smiles in amusement. "To presume that Hodz would allow himself to be placed under any such level of guidance is indeed one of the more entertaining notions I've heard in quite some time. To answer your question, however, I am the elected President of Intellect and Art and currently serve as UN Delegate for the esteemed Region of Rayne. I assure you, however, this is not a full list of my titles and responsibilities, and you would do well to remember that certain of my unmentioned positions require me to maintain a knowledge base and intelligence level great enough that I am fully capable of summarily refuting any and all claims that any given sapient species is genetically superior to any other.

"For all things, there is a given context, and unless that context is capable of being applied universally across the board, any basis for superiority is profoundly relative and finite in scope. Also, any attempt to prove superiority of a given species can only be held if it can accurately take into account the infinitely differing levels of development between any given set of civilizations, which cannot be accurately quantified. To presume to know where a civilization would be upon reaching a certain developmental milestone without them having actually reached it is an imprecise science at best. Even the Time Lords have failed to find a way to accurately measure and compare two or more species at an approximately same level of development.

"You see, to scientifically prove superiority based on genetic makeup, all other factors would have to be equal and all variables accounted for. The incredible complexity of life forms in the multiverse makes it impossible to do so. The closest anyone could comprehensively come to a statement of genetic superiority was developed by the cooperative works of one of our prior Librarians and a visiting Time Lord:
'All sapient species are, in point of fact, superior to all other sapient species existing within their particular frame of space and time. Any given superiority on one quantified level is offset by a deficiency in another, which is in turn taken up by another species deficient in the superior area of the first. All sapients are equally unequal and therefore superior to their particular genetic code.'

"If, however, you can manage to find a better and more scientifically sound statement, I encourage you to spend the trillions upon trillions upon trillions of years of research required to figure it out."

Finishing her statements by adjusting her glasses, Akia orders a round for herself, Hodz, and Wolfgang.

John smiled and said "I am very pleased to meet you, and thank you for correcting my bigotry, I would like some root beer floats barman.."

Sharp Tooth had ignored the critics long enough. "Hodz you are blind!:mad: I already withdrew my weapon! You had no reason to point your weapon at me!:mad: You are an insane gunweilding thug! The representative of Intellect and Art says that I'm bragging genetic superiority. I have no idea what your talking about! What I did was no different than you calling me a lizard. Actually comparred to how you insulted me I'm being easy on you. I did not "brag" as you call it. I withdrew myself from this conversation if you remember. Thank you John Macked for your assistance. You are very kind.":)

"To presume that Hodz would allow himself to be placed under any such level of guidance is indeed one of the more entertaining notions I've heard in quite some time."

Dr. Hodz stifled a laugh. "Quite." he said, in a voice somewhat lauded with laughter. He holstered his weapon.

"I'm glad everyone's calmed a little. I try to protect others, I guess." Hodz looked towards Richard York, who seemed to be alright.

Hodz then walked over to Sharp Tooth and looked him directly in the eyes. "You're on a very short figurative leash. Please do not threaten me or anyone else in any way and I will not bother you. I presume I've made myself clear."

Finishing her statements by adjusting her glasses, Akia orders a round for herself, Hodz, and Wolfgang.

Hodz took the glass and consumed the alcohol.

"I really needed this. You have my thanks."

Dr. Hodz mused for a moment and looked around.

"Let's change the topic, huh? How's the weather? Not that we care, since we're in a building all the time."

His thumb dangled near the activation switch for his climate-control field, in case Wolfgang pulled a fast one with a cold, snow-laden portal.

It was actually Kyle who decided to check the weather in the Great Commonwealth. The tiny, suited pup was leaning back in his chair, legs propped up, and with the merest mental flick he opened a doorway directly above him, through which snow gently feel, collecting on him. He closed his eyes and grinned blissfully, truly a child of the arctics. After a minute of letting all the Bar's heat out, he closed the door and let the snow melt on himself, simply meditating there and listening to serene music in his head.

Richard, still annoyed with the egg-spawn's last statement and general arrogance, started to stand but sat down again with the start of the short lived Mexican stand-off.

as things seemed to cool down slightly and the topic drifted towards the weather he took a sip of his drink and said,

"Cookesland's pretty nice this time of year, the north is in the upper 70's and the south is in the mid-nineties. Ahh to be on the beach in Ariana (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Ariana)."

Grundy, somewhat amused by the clashes involving the raptor, and a bit disappointed that there wasn't more of a fight, remarked, "There have been floods in parts of Goblin territory. Which is especially bad since many of us live underground".

Akia turns to Grundy. "If you like, I could give you the papers on our semi-permeable shield technology so the water couldn't enter your doorways. We also have a personal version allowing someone to walk around under water without getting wet or running out of air. The ones I would give you the designs to allow objects through based on relative velocity. Basically it determines if something is making an active effort to pass through or if it is simply following the course of gravity. Air is allowed through due to mass and density specifications written into the shield's software. The personal shield also converts exhaled gases into breathable gases specified by the user. Are you interested?"

Dr. Hodz stifled a laugh. "Quite." he said, in a voice somewhat lauded with laughter. He holstered his weapon.

"I'm glad everyone's calmed a little. I try to protect others, I guess." Hodz looked towards Richard York, who seemed to be alright.

Hodz then walked over to Sharp Tooth and looked him directly in the eyes. "You're on a very short figurative leash. Please do not threaten me or anyone else in any way and I will not bother you. I presume I've made myself clear."

"Before I sit down human, upon which I expect to gamble undisturbed by rude people, (Looks straight at Dr. Hodz.) I will say you should follow your own advice. What you have just said goes for me as well. Now all you humans listen to what I have to say. I am sitting down and playing my game with my brethren and a friend. And anyones welcome to join. Just like I did a few minutes ago. You would do well to remember that and leave me and my people alone. I am for the record ignoring you." Sharp Tooth returns to the game, signaling his guardians to stand down. Turning to the orange crested human he spoke and his machine translated, "What is your country like human?"

Ailyn stepped into the bar, for once without her bodyguard, having given him the night off. She'd hoped to escape the insanity of the floor vote, only to find...well, this.

"What the...?" Ailyn shook her head and marched to the bar.

Hailing the bartender, she yelled above the din, "Give me the strongest drink you know how to make!"

She dropped herself onto a stool at the bar and took a deep breath. Yeah, it was going to be a long night of heavy drinking...

Grundy, somewhat amused by the clashes involving the raptor, and a bit disappointed that there wasn't more of a fight, remarked, "There have been floods in parts of Goblin territory. Which is especially bad since many of us live underground".

Wolfgang spoke up. "Uh... while Akia's shields may help in the future, it's a bit late now. I could get you in touch with Commonwealth Cleanup Corp (From shirtstains to interstellar radiation tee em) about repairing any damage done and removing any water and so on. They really are incredible."

The Wolf Guardians;12849992']Wolfgang spoke up. "Uh... while Akia's shields may help in the future, it's a bit late now. I could get you in touch with Commonwealth Cleanup Corp (From shirtstains to interstellar radiation tee em) about repairing any damage done and removing any water and so on. They really are incredible."

"Thank you!", replied Grundy. "My people would appreciate any such help". Grundy turned to Akia. "And your shields sound interesting, but how complicated are they to use? We goblins aren't accustomed to technology. We once got some human computers using something called 'Doors YQ' or something similar, and we never did get the things working right".

Ailyn stepped into the bar, for once without her bodyguard, having given him the night off. She'd hoped to escape the insanity of the floor vote, only to find...well, this.

"What the...?" Ailyn shook her head and marched to the bar.

Hailing the bartender, she yelled above the din, "Give me the strongest drink you know how to make!"

She dropped herself onto a stool at the bar and took a deep breath. Yeah, it was going to be a long night of heavy drinking...


"Yeah it's gotten a little hectic in here." shouted Richard to Akia

Ailyn drew her communicator from an inside pocket of her jacket and activated it. "Vel here," she said speaking into it. "I just remembered that tonight's the Boonta Eve Classic. If Gasgano's entered this year, put a thousand credits on him. I've got a good feeling about it."

Tucking her communicator back into her pocket, she returned her attention to the drink before her, a Tatooni Junko. Leave it to the Hutts to come up with a drink this strong, she thought.

"Thank you!", replied Grundy. "My people would appreciate any such help". Grundy turned to Akia. "And your shields sound interesting, but how complicated are they to use? We goblins aren't accustomed to technology. We once got some human computers using something called 'Doors YQ' or something similar, and we never did get the things working right".

Wolfgang gave a mental command, and a few minutes later, a Guardian in what seemed to be a space-ready pressure and hazmat suit stepped through a doorway, a matching helmet cradled in his left arm. Wolfgang knew this to be the best environmental suit the CWG had ever seen, out of necessity, and that it was actually slightly stronger than armor worn by the Guardian armies. On the front-left of his suit was a screen, scrolling the exact components of the environment around him far too fast to read as his suit scanned everything for a mile around. On the opposite side of his chest was the logo of Commonwealth Cleanup Corp, and their motto, "From shirtstains to interstellar radiation." On several points across the suit was the CWG logo. He extended a mechanically-gloved, armored hand to the goblin. "Citizen Alex dot four nineteen of the Commonwealth, coordinator four four seven of CCC, at your disposal."

Nice place i see here
What does someone need to do to get a drink around here ?

Grrrr
Any lady members present.
I want to improve my nations international relations.

As John drank his last Miller Lite, he started to barf uncontrollably, and he thought, "If I run into the bar, I might be able to save myself.." He ran into the bar at full speed, and was thrown back against the wall, and blacked out...

As John drank his last Miller Lite, he started to barf uncontrollably, and he thought, "If I run into the bar, I might be able to save myself.." He ran into the bar at full speed, and was thrown back against the wall, and blacked out...

Ailyn shook her head as she watched Jonh slide to the floor. "The bar's a solid object. Not a good idea to run into it," she muttered.

She tapped the rim of her empty glass, indicating she desired a refill.

John woke up and staggared towards a table saying "Doush, I look respectabiggle enoguhhh for a reppp of Calzioinstan!" in a slurred voice and he laughed heartily, muttering "Theshhks to the honurable Dotcar Hodzzzz!"

"I think you'll want a sobriety pill." Hodz said to John, "Over in that vending machine." He pointed to said machine.

John woke up and staggared towards a table saying "Doush, I look respectabiggle enoguhhh for a reppp of Calzioinstan!" in a slurred voice and he laughed heartily, muttering "Theshhks to the honurable Dotcar Hodzzzz!"

"I think you'll want a sobriety pill." Hodz said to John, "Over in that vending machine." He pointed to said machine.

Sharp Tooth spoke to the orange crested human and the machine translated, "Hold your answer for a moment." He walked over to his drunk friend. "I think for once Hodz is right John Macked. I offer my assistance to this pill machine. That is, if you accept."

Akia hands the drunken delegate one of her pills. "You'll be sober, coherent, and slightly more intellectually capable than usual for about an hour. It's a side effect."

Akia turns to Grundy. "Oh they're ridiculously easy to install and use. You tell our programmers what mix of gases you breathe, and they'll program the shields. The personal shields are belt attachments. Simply push the button to activate or de-activate. The doorway shields are generated from a small filament placed around the door frame or entryway. A small control panel is placed beside the doorway on both the inside and the outside. If you ever wish to de-activate it, you push the appropriately labeled button. If the shield ever malfunctions, simply push the Tech Call button and our technicians will be notified. You can use the number pad to inform them the date and time you wish them to come for repairs. You can use the doorway repair pad to call for personal shield repairs, as well. Just use the Personal Tech button instead of the Tech Call button. I'll have my scientists contact your citizens as soon as possible to arrange shipments and installation." She makes a few phone calls and gets back to her drinking.

John took a sober pill and said "Thanks Akia, I feel better and sober now!, I think I'll have a vanilla malt now..."

“Issz good we meetssz each otherssz. Sszoon I me mustssz go... hunger makessz not good company. Old grandmotherssz say demonssz lookssz like ussz. If tkti demonssz, no help I me. But if spiderssz yessz, thissz may helpssz.”

The old spider reached into her chest pouch and extended a limb carefully toward the Nuncia. A charm in the shape of the spider queen glittered in the smoky light of the bar.

The Nuncia bowed and reached out politely with both hands to take the sparkling spider-charm from Shelob's extended hand/foot/palp/whatever spiders call them. Bowing again, she said "Arigato, kumo-san," and inspected the pretty--if slightly disturbing--charm.

Pondering it and Shelob's words for a second, the Nuncia said, "Excuse me for a second" and headed over to the Shrine of the Manifestation. Hanging the charm on the pole beneath the Shrine (where many other devotional objects had been placed by the pilgrims filing through), she bowed and prayed, "For the protection of our people from spider-kaiju."

Her act of devotion completed, the Nuncia returned to Shelob, the young girl far less nervous now. "Thank you again," she replied. "That was most gracious of you."

John took a sober pill and said "Thanks Akia, I feel better and sober now!, I think I'll have a vanilla malt now..."

"Never mind." Sharp Tooths machine translated. He returned to the game of Shuvia Nest. He turned again to the human he had been speaking to. "Now human, back to our conversation..."

Akia hands the drunken delegate one of her pills.

Slightly bent out of shape, Dr. Hodz asks, "Do you have an authorization to dispense medication? Or is this OTC? I'm sure Building Mgmt doesn't want people wantonly handing out pills."

Wolfgang turned to IX. "I suppose one of us should go talk in the current debate."
IX read through the logs, and then sent a vote back to the Commonwealth Citizenry. A minute later, he nodded at Wolfgang. "I shall return." He stood and left.

Sharp Tooths device started beeping. "I'm sorry human but me and my fellows are needed somewhere. I apologise for our waste of your time." All raptors leave the bar.