NationStates Jolt Archive

Sakura found a shamrock pinned on her and her beer replaced with a green beer while she listened to Jinnai san's interesting explaination. It didn't bore her in the slighest.

"You didn't bore me. Do you know what these green plants are for that the gentleman just pinned on us?" she asked.

They didn't have St Patrick's day where she came from.

Another woman was nearby so she nodded a greeting to her as well.Jinnai shook his head, I'm afraid not. He glanced over at some of the newcomers quickly, but very intently before going back the conversation, "Can't say I've ever seen such a plant."

Scrawney had added a bit of information when he mentioned it involved Ireland and snakes.

Something Sakura was grateful for as she sipped her green beer.

Dave was certainly meeting new people and they might be needing a bigger table at this rate.

"I've never seen this either Jinnai san. I'll have to ask up on my ship to see if the computers can tell us more the cultural background of this.

It must be a celebration otherwise the drinks wouldn't be green" she softly replied.

"Any people that celebrate drinking are sure to be our mates for life!" one of the Bruces said... "Too right, Bruce." "Hear,Hear" said the Doctor looking one.

The Doctor-looking Bruce drunk more and more... and more and more from the "endless" mug that he had been given by the doctor.

"Doctor, you should start making this available at home, people would never get over it."

"Ooo, I don't knoe I don't think their ready, the Bruce-looking Doctor apparently kept drinking too, aparrently able to keep up with the fast and copious drinkers that the Bruces actually were.

It wasn't too long... till the Bruce-like Doctor collapsed on the floor... "blimey how much of the Stuff did he drink?"

"Hey Doctor, are you alright, Doctor." a worried Sarah Jane knelt down beside...

"Doctor... Docter... please.. Don't leave me... Doctor.. please..."

The Doctor in took a deep breath as if he had been starved of oxygen, drowning under water until being brought up to the surface.

"Sarah... I'm back!" he exclaimed, the Doctor in his right body, a huge smile on his face.

"Now, let's get back... we got to go and help the Brigadier."

"oh, right, right. I'll give him some Jelly Babies."

Soon enough the Doctor and his companion dis-appered, into the blue box.

"It certainly has been a usual day at the Strangers Bar hasn't it. See you earlier!"

And with that the Blue Box wheezed and vanished from their sight.

The large man tried sitting down, but the stool he sat down on completely fell apart before he could get back up again...

Scrawney had added a bit of information when he mentioned it involved Ireland and snakes.

Something Sakura was grateful for as she sipped her green beer.

Dave was certainly meeting new people and they might be needing a bigger table at this rate.

"I've never seen this either Jinnai san. I'll have to ask up on my ship to see if the computers can tell us more the cultural background of this.

It must be a celebration otherwise the drinks wouldn't be green" she softly replied."I take it they normally aren't like that then? I don't really drink much. Water is just fine for me, and tea sometimes."

He looked at his water, "Doesn't look like they colored their water."

He paused, "Maybe it is a festival calibrating spring time fertility? I read much of it from other cultures. Alcoholic drinks are often associated with such festivals." He glances around the bar noting the number of beers being served.

"I can guess why the alcohol would help if that was the case" Sakura gently replied chuckling.

"Most cultures have a something similar and drinks would help it was about the fertility of the species" she added.

Scelestus, who'd fallen asleep a moment, woke up, looking at the stale green beer that had been shoved into his hand as time passed. He smiled, taking a small sip, cringing, and looking at the crowd again. It had (as usual) grown, but he decided he'd keep to himself- no need to disturb people with little old Scel, he thought.

Scelestus, who'd fallen asleep a moment, woke up, looking at the stale green beer that had been shoved into his hand as time passed. He smiled, taking a small sip, cringing, and looking at the crowd again. It had (as usual) grown, but he decided he'd keep to himself- no need to disturb people with little old Scel, he thought.

Markas, seeing as how the others of the bar are busying themselves with other matters, weaves a spell of magic and creates an unseen funnel that acts as a megaphone. He speaks saying, "Esteemed friends of the UN. I, Markas Nightsworn of The Desolace of The Raven Lord, would like to offer an alliance between our nation and willing participents. We have much military might and economic strength that we would like to share and would be willing to discuss terms. Thank you." He then releases the weaves and sits back down, drinking some more bloodwine.

*covers his ears*

"OW!!! You know how harmful those things are to squirrel ears?":mad:
*continues muttering under his breath, words "unaware" and "spellcaster" are heard frequently*

Serifina looks slightly disappointed as the man she'd been talking to moves on, then shrugs to herself. She looks over and gives Markus a brief smile. "This really isn't quite the place for that, you know. We're all here to relax and enjoy a drink, not really to form alliances. Maybe in another place or time.

She hides her smile behind her drink, thinking to herself that her nation probably wouldn't form an alliance with anyone anyway...

"I can guess why the alcohol would help if that was the case" Sakura gently replied chuckling.

"Most cultures have a something similar and drinks would help it was about the fertility of the species" she added.
Jinnai ponders for a long moment, "Once I think we had something like that, but now, only maybe fringe elements use it." He ponders some more, "No, I really don't think for a vast majority of our culture we have anything like it." He then took his glass of water and drank some more.
She hides her smile behind her drink, thinking to herself that her nation probably wouldn't form an alliance with anyone anyway...
Jinnai looks over at another patron seeming to notice something and quickly takes out his notepad and jots some strange symbols on it before returning back to his previous conversation.

Scelestus smiled at Jinnai, glancing at the notepad. "national language, I take it?" he asked solemnly.

Jinnai looked over at Scelestus and nodded slowly, "Something like that...."

*sits and stews with his drink*

"stupid humans, first they harm you, then they ignore you!"

Wolfgang looked over to the diminutive delegate. "Try not to hold it against the lot of them. Bureaucrats are a bad bunch."

*mutters through gritted teeth* "If you say so..."

*gets more tea*

"Just shoot them, vent your anger," Wolfgang said, withdrawing the HSD gun and blasting a delegate across the room, who, several seconds later, resumed being not splattered across the wall, much to their surprise. He made a show of twirling the gun about and dropping it in its holster. "You get used to this place. Really."

The Wolf Guardians;13540152']"Just shoot them, vent your anger," Wolfgang said, withdrawing the HSD gun and blasting a delegate across the room, who, several seconds later, resumed being not splattered across the wall, much to their surprise. He made a show of twirling the gun about and dropping it in its holster. "You get used to this place. Really."

"Hey, watch yourself. Some people might take that as an act of hostility." Rickards noticed the angry look on Scrawney's face, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Ha! It's harmless. Otherwise, the Bar would've... uh... made it harmless."

"Scrawny, the weapons detector behind the bar makes weapons harmless. When I arrived here my honour dagger was turned into a a blunted wooden version of it."

Sakura glanced over to the wooden dagger in a holster on her left hip to prove her point.

"You're right Jinnai. We're civilised enough not to really need a holiday like that. We generally celebrate the New Year, the Empresses birthday and Founding day back home" she added.

"Celebrations?" *eyes light up* "We got the acorn-fall, of course, and the Awakening, and then there is the seating of the Great Oak. Plus a bunch of regional holidays" *continues rambling about personal experiences with too much "acorn punch" *

"Scrawny, the weapons detector behind the bar makes weapons harmless. When I arrived here my honour dagger was turned into a a blunted wooden version of it."

Sakura glanced over to the wooden dagger in a holster on her left hip to prove her point.

"You're right Jinnai. We're civilised enough not to really need a holiday like that. We generally celebrate the New Year, the Empresses birthday and Founding day back home" she added.
Nothing short of shocked to learn of the weapons rule, Scle looked into his suit jacket's inner pockets. Sure enough, his one hundred black metal blades had changed, as well. At this time, they were made of plastic and paint. With a sigh and a laugh, Scel looked back up, grabbing his mug of tea and draining it in his euphoria.

A sound of (not entirely melodious) choral singing, backed by drumming, can now be heard approaching along the corridor outside. The main doors of the Bar are flung open, and a parade of invisible figures draped in green & yellow ribbons enter the room bearing a number of large wicker baskets. When the latter are deposited on some of the tables it can be seen that they are filled with chocolate eggs, of various sizes, and chocolate (or maybe just chocolate-coated, instead? The only way to find out is to try one...) carrots.

"Happy Spring Festival!" the Wabbits call out: "Help yourselves..."

"It's easter!!! :) Happiness and joy to everyone!!!"

Brings out mixed nuts dipped in chocolate.

"You're right Jinnai. We're civilised enough not to really need a holiday like that. We generally celebrate the New Year, the Empresses birthday and Founding day back home" she added."Well we of The Popotan are really laid back so pretty much every day is a festivity on a small scale. Of course we do have really festive days, but we also have a couple "serious" days where all non-children are required to take working seriously. These usually peceed major festivity days." Jinnai commented, "It's not that we don't get anything done, we just like to take our time. The first time I heard about stress-related illnesses was when I am to the UN."

As Darrick Gran sits down and ponders his drink order, two brunettes and a blonde walk into the bar.

Darrick turns around, surprised. "What is this, a joke?"

"Actually, I call it the Punchline," said Neville, pressing his latest technicolour, fruit-bedecked, ice-cluttered invention on the Nargopian.

"Don't worry, it's free," the BarLord added. "Sort of a congratulations-on-your-resurrection drink. Always nice to see an old face."

Darrick takes the drink and nods to the ever-jolly Neville.

"Well thanks old buddy. I don't really know what that lapse was all about. I mean, I knew I had to catch up on sleep after all those late nights at the UN office, but still... you'd think the wife would've woken me up at some point. At least after a year or two."

Sakura chuckled slightly at Scrawney's tales of fun being fueled by too much acorn ale.

"Been there done that only with sake and beer" she replied back to him.

"If there wasn't a strangers bar a lot of people here would be stressed out" she added looking at Jinnai.

When the invisible Wabbits left the basket of chocolate eggs and carrots to celebrate the spring festival she paused.

"This looks like a fun festival" she generally said. Chocolate was always good.

She'd also seen Sceletus' downcast look when he seen his weapons changed as well.

"Don't worry Scel. They'll change back later on. Have some chocolate" she gently said consoling him.

Richard walked into the bar after what seemed to him like a long respite, he long overdue for a trip to the bar. He walked in and grabbed and egg from a basket floating in mid-air and said thanks. He walked up to the counter and grapped a seat.

Richard walked into the bar after what seemed to him like a long respite, he long overdue for a trip to the bar. He walked in and grabbed and egg from a basket floating in mid-air and said thanks. He walked up to the counter and grapped a seat.

"Hello there. I'm Dave Rickards, Dictator of Skillcrossbones, and who are you?" He asked, extending his hand.

*Scrawney waits to see how the newcomer will react.*

Scel snapped awake... he'd been sitting asleep for far too long... perhaps he [I]was[I] burning the candle at both ends...

"Who was that? that thing that came in and dragged the new guy out?"

"Oh, pay it no never-mind," returned Neville, impatiently. "Odd things happen round here, that's all. Deal with it." He fussily refilled several bowls of nuts, scowling impartially at the squirrel and at Sir Albert. Neville had never trusted the Bahgumian's ferrets.

"So, Richard," the BarLord continued, "nice to see you back. Still remembering who you are, these days?"

"Mixed nuts!" *scampers to closest table and stuffs his face*:D

"Stop that!" said Violet, flicking a towel at the squirrel.

Belatedly remembering that one doesn't flick towels at customers, she smiled apologetically -- "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there!" -- and went away to add "6 bwls mixd nuts" to his nation's bill.

Besides, he looked so kee-yoot wif his liddle cheeks all stuffed wif nuts ... Violet, a keen lol-cat builder, wondered if it would be ethical to surreptitiously snap a pic with her phone. But no; she sighed regretfully. The Bar had Standards.

The old nekomusume minding the Kawaiian Shrine of the Manifestation sighed, and pondered the current events of the bar. It would be helpful, she thought, if her granddaughter could persuade the embassy staff to recruit a few ex-otaku to investigate the goings on here. She honestly didn't know what to make of the basket of chocolate eggs being passed around. She had grown used to the invisible movers, obviously part of the Manifestation making Itself known to Its surroundings. Why It should choose to apparently mock the Spring's Morn holiday by offering eggs to eat (really, what civilized person celebrates new life by eating it?) baffled her, though.

And now there was Violet, possibly assaulting another aspect of the Manifestation as It made Itself known upon the bar. Hurrying over to her, she bowed and said, "Bartender-san, please don't disturb the Manifestation. If It's consuming bar supplies, our delegation will be glad to reimburse you."

Wolfgang watched this, and laughed. "Free food, little squirrel dude!" He raised his drink to the diminutive delegate.

Sakura drained her beer feeling slightly tipsy now.

"I'll be back soon" she said to the guys at her table and went to the bar.

"Could I please have a glass of water?" she asked smiling a little at Scrawney as he made short work of the mixed nuts.

She liked him and he was a reminder that the differences between people and races made life interesting. The main reason she had transferred into the diplomatic corps after her time in the Exploration fleet came to an end.

She'd left some eggs of hers back home so she could do her duty to the state. Another woman could carry them and she could do her job right here.

As the revalry continued inside, the unwitting Drasangan senior delagate entered. He walked with a severe limp, necesitating the use of a rather unusual cane. When he finally reached the bar, he ordered a draft of the house's brew, and sat in the back corner of the room, eyes scanning, as if looking for someone.

"Come, now, there's no need to go off sitting by yourself, mister," Wolfgang called as he kicked a chair opposite him out invitingly. Kyle.935 silently queried him. Whose'at?

I believe he's the one from Drasanga, Wolfgang transmitted, uploading the last GA debate to the exceedingly tall Guardian youth.

Oh, and... happy birthday, boy.

"Shhhhh!" the boy hissed. He'd been dreading his seventh birthday. He was now old enough to be promoted above Delta, which would mean more duties. That wasn't what worried him. Because Wolfgang was a good friend of the Alpha Elect, it meant that the Alpha Elect himself intended to hold a ceremony to promote the boy, the youngest ever to grace the Foreign Affairs office, and it would likely be transmitted to the entire Commonwealth. Speaking in front of the GA was less unnerving!

Wolfgang grinned conspiratorially, and reached into his pocket. He withdrew a rolled-up noisemaker, and, to the sure bemusement of nearby patrons, blew it. "FWEEEEEEEEE!"

Kyle dropped his head to the table and covered his face with his hands, and groaned. "Elders..."

Lewis looked at the chair offered to him and hesitated for just an instant, if he was going to make good on his promise, now was as good a time as any. So, with a sigh, and a slight pain in his left leg, he lifted himself out of the bucket like chair he was in, and crossed the bar. Once he had reached his destination, he shook hands all around the table. He said, " I thank you for the generous offer. Name 's Lew, and what can I call all of you?" As he waited for the reply, he couldn't help but scan the room every minuate or so.

"Greetings, Lew! I'm Wolfgang dot zero thirteen, Beta of Foreign Affairs of the Great Commonwealth of the Wolf Guardians," stated the seven-foot arctic wolfcatcyborg thing, taking the proffered hand in his own. "This lightweight," he pointed to another such being, who shimmered and became translucent to indicate the nature of his existence, "Is I X eight four nine two, Gamma of Foreign Affairs. And that tyke over there," he indicated the tallest and skinniest of the trio, "is Kyle dot nine three five, who will be receiving a promotion to Gamma for his seventh birthday!" He reached over and mussed the youth's hair as the boy shook Lew's hand.

"Greetings, sir," he said with an embarrassed grimace.

The holographic one spoke in his strange harmonious double-voice. "Are you looking for someone, sir?"

Lewis looked the hologrphic being in what he assumed were his eyes, and said in a somewhat amused voice, " No, no one in particular, I just like to be aware of my surroundings, especialy in a new enviorment." In a lighthearted voice, he intoned, "My Lord Kyle, it seems I owe you a happy wish on your upcoming natility, and please don't be nerveous on my account, I would take great discomfort in the knowledge that I made a fellow diplomat uncomfortable." Now to Wolfgang he asked in a slightly akward way, "Could I stand you gents a round?"

"Who are Guardians in government jobs to say no?" Wolfgang beamed. "Violet, two chocolate milks, please!"

IX held out his own furred hand, and a glass of his own appeared in it.

Kyle leaned over towards the man. "It's not you. It's just he keeps bringing it up. I'm sure your species has elder-behavior like that, eh? He's just upset that I'm taller than him." He turned and stuck his tongue out at Wolfgang, who turned and blew his noisemaker so that the end hit Kyle on the nose. "Screw you and the machine you crawled out of!" the boy growled with a suppressed grin.

"That's no way to speak to a bicentennial."

"Well, that's no way to speak to a Gamma, is it?"

"Don't let it go to your head. I still outrank you, 935." He turned towards Lew. "Pups these days, eh?"

The Bruces were still there, engaging in quite boring discussion about the weather, topics included the particular shade of pink that it was in the sunrise this morning, to the types and pattern of clouds, suggestions that there was a cold front approaching. Disgussing wether or not it will be dry and hot, dry and warm, wet and cold or wet and warm.

The discussion was a continuely droning one that no else seemed interested in, they seemed just to meld into the back-ground as if they weren't there at all. Infact the only reminder that there were there at all was the sudden re-appearance of Sheila who looked over and smiled at the boys who were totally oblivious to the fact that she was even gone, she wandered over the pub gave a nod and a smile to anyone she saw.

As she did so she saw "Wolfgang dot zero thirteen" and patted him on the head as she passed by.

Wolfgang was thrown for only a second, looking around wildly before locating her, then grinned and returned to his discussion. People paying attention would've noticed the tip of his tail wagging, but those are relatively rare in the Bar.

J0 of Codeinople went straight past the bar, zoned out. He raided the medicine cabinet for some delicious cough syrup and ordered some Sprite. With a lil' vacuum flask tucked underneath his long pervy-looking trenchcoat, he made some drank.

BBBBBRRRRRRDRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

"Omigod! The fire alarm! It's not a drill!" screamed Neville.

"Everybody, be calm! The exits are there and there!"

Gnomes appeared from all directions. "The cellars, quick! Save the booze!" the BarLord ordered.

Violet, running past the Wolf Guardians, gasped, "Can you open your Portal? Can we get people out that way?"

Desperately she organised a team to lift the delegate from East Hackney, who had fossilised in one corner; tossed Komokom's frypan to Brother Tim of Findhorn (already weighed down with the rocking chair);seized the Lost Member's tankards from behind the Bar and ran.

But where was the old nekosume?