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[starspangledhero]

[ GOOD EVENING, MARSHALL STREET. YOUR LOBBY HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A WILD WEST SALOON BY AMERICA AND MIRIA. Perhaps an elaboration is in order.

If anyone in the complex cares to come down and figure out what all the ruckus (get it? Baccano, ruckus, shush it's funny) is about, you'll find that America and Miria have gotten it in their minds that there should be a saloon in Discedo. It's 1881 for America, and Miria is... Miria. This makes sense to them. This does not make sense to anyone else. That is okay. This is normal. So what does this all entail, exactly? Let's find out:

→ Chairs and tables of a wide variety; most likely stolen or robbed (at complete random, though hey, it might be yours. YOU'LL GET IT BACK... EVENTUALLY.)
→ Likewise for cups, glasses, and any vaguely Western decorations
→ Discedo Red Eye. The normal stuff is made from alcohol, chewing tobacco, and burnt sugar. Do you really want to know what's in the knock off? Either way, it tastes like the fires of hell.
→ Poker chips and cards. By that I mean checkerboard pieces/wood chips/whathaveyou labeled like poker chips, and whatever cards America could find. Have fun trying to win a game with this deck.
→ Banjo tied up in the corner. America stole a cow like the outlaw he is. Too bad it's his own. No one ever said he was good at this.
→ An out-of-tune piano that once belonged to Austria forever and a day ago. Why I remember this, no one knows.

For the record, America's dressed in a cowboy outfit left over from the last time Isaac left, Isaac himself is in similar (though probably fancier) attire, while Miria wears something pretty. This is Discedo and they're both still dirty but WHATEVER. IT ADDS TO THE AUTHENTICITY. The two citizens are in the background setting up the last details while America beams into the camera. ]

THE SALOON IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS! That's right folks! Located right on American soil on Marshall street, brought to you by none other than me! Oh, and Isaac and Miria. They helped a lot.

I have no idea what to call it yet, but I've got alcohol and cards and... aw heck, we don't have a sheriff. Well, I can fill that role 'til a real one arrives! Dunno if that means I have to keep an eye on myself or not, but I'll get to that bridge when I cross it.

...also, England, gotta talk to ya. If you care to. That's it! Come drink and stuff!

[ He apparently thinks he shut it off. That is a lie. The video is still rolling as he sets his communicator on a table. You get a nice view of the lobby ceiling while America shouts at Isaac and Miria. Did I mention that he's a bit imperialistic too? Not as bad as the 1890s but still. ]

So I was thinkin'! Can you guys steal a building? I want another! And I'm running low on bullets and I just got over that economic depression, so I don't wanna pay that much for one. Which one has the most Americans?!

[ It ends there. God help whatever building he attempts to claim.]

[ooc: Action log for anyone and everyone interested! Threadjack anything. Feel free to claim any stupid junk as your stolen item. Or just reply to his post and call him a freak WHATEVER WORKS.]

Comments

[starspangledhero]

You had a dress?

[brbmodernizing]

I-I do not know what you are talking about!

[starspangledhero]

Neither do I!

[brbmodernizing]

I-in any case, it looks nice!

[starspangledhero]

What, your dress?

[brbmodernizing]

No! Y-your saloon!

[starspangledhero]

Oh! Well that's a given. I've got much nicer ones back home, but this'll have to do for now.

[brbmodernizing]

Ahh.. that is good to hear.

...I do not wish to get in the way, so.. [INCHING.. AWAY]

[starspangledhero]

You're not in the way! [ PULLING JAPAN CLOSER.] In fact, you're pretty much an invited guest!

[brbmodernizing]

Ha... [sob] That's very kind of you, America-san.

[starspangledhero]

Yep! But I'm a good guy, don't let the gun and gangs fool ya.

You want anything to drink?

[brbmodernizing]

I know that, America-san.

[PAUSE.]

I am going to politely decline that, thank you.

[starspangledhero]

You sure? It's Red Eye! Tastes like hell!

[ Big grin. It's like that's a positive thing. ]

[brbmodernizing]

I politely decline!

[starspangledhero]

[ He considers shoving the glass towards Japan, but instead, Japan lucks out and America downs the shot himself. Again he winces and smacks his lips after he does it. ]

Dang, what I wouldn't give for good alcohol.

[brbmodernizing]

[staring]

Perhaps you could ask the scientists.

[starspangledhero]

They never give me anything good.

[brbmodernizing]

I'm sorry to hear that, America-san. Ah, but at least there is any at all?..

[dueling-hearts.livejournal.com]

He did, for a while..

[starspangledhero]

What'd it look like?

[dueling-hearts.livejournal.com]

It was pretty! It was.. umm..

[Because his English isn't all that good, he kind of rambles about it a bit in Japanese now.]

[starspangledhero]

[ blank stare ]

No comprendo.

[brbmodernizing]

[WELL LANGUAGE WORKS. in Japanese, quickly:]

Please do not tell people who did not notice.

[dueling-hearts.livejournal.com]

Comprendo..?

[Ahh okay. He smiles.]

Alright! So.. is Japan-san here to play poker as well?

[brbmodernizing]

Ah... poker? I was merely walking to my apartment..

...

I should not stay for very long. [nnnngh people force me to drink]