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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.]

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[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ AND AMERICA WON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR TOO LONG, because England shows up super fast like the sad person he is. And he has a a half bottle of gin under his arm... because he's drunken 1/4 of it. The other 1/4 was already gone ;w;b ]

Hullo, lardarse.

[starspangledhero]

Hey England!

[ America himself takes another shot of the devil juice. Now, he's not liquor lightweight, but he visibly winces as he swallows. MMM TASTES LIKE DAMNATION. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

... you're completely disgusting. In fact, I'd venture to say beyond disgusting. Congratulations America, I think you've finally reached a new low.

[ AND SITTING DOWN NEXT TO HIM. Delicious damnation ]

[starspangledhero]

What'd I do?

[ A little defensive but distracted by the lingering taste of hellfire. REFILLING HIS GLASS. ]

Sorry, I've gotta be adequately intoxicated if I wanna get this over with.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You are what you eat. Or drink, in this case.

[ WHAT'S WITH YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR GLASSES. England drinks straight from his bottle like a pro ]

If talking to me is really that much of a hassle, I'll leave.

[starspangledhero]

No! No, wait. Sheesh. I'm the one who called you here, didn't I? Wait.

[ He's already swaying slightly, but this next drink does the trick. He still acts the same, except now his head is kinda... weaving from side to side a bit. Feels good. And I CAN'T LIFT BOTTLES DON'T JUDGE ME. ]

Okay. I'm good.

[ Except now all he's doing is staring at England while weaving from side to side. ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ STARING. PATIENTLY. and yes I know the next sentence is kind of awkward and repetitive but I DON'T CARE ]

... if you're here to laud me with praise, it's unnecessary.

[starspangledhero]

[ MIRIA'S DONE ENOUGH OF THAT. And still weaving, but finally settling on the topic at hand. ]

Oh. Right. So I know you're angry at me. Things between us haven't been good since the revolution. And then 1812 made it worse. And then you supported the Confederacy in my civil war. Wait, aren't I angry with you?

[ There's no anger in his voice, but he's trying to decide if there should be. ]

No. Not anymore. I don't know if you are with me, but I don't care. Let's be friends again. Or maybe just civil acquaintances. I can settle for that.

1/??

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ durr durr gahhhhh England's brain kind of slowly stopped ticking as America said lets be friends ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Friends?

[ LIKE FOREVER FRIENDS? LIKE BFF BRACELET FRIENDS? And these tags will be slow because I'm multitasking like a monster and god it hurts my brain ;w; ]

You mean... I'm sure you didn't mean friends--

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Why would you even ask that why would I ever want to be friends with you.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

You gormless twat, you can't ask something of that magnitude while drunk! It ruins the atmosphere! Can't you at least attempt a bit of formality once in a while?

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

God, you make me so fucking angry sometimes. You're so stupid and stupid, and completely--

[ cough cough okay recovering now ]

END. stuipd me.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

Fine.

I suppose we can be friends.

[ ... ] But only because you asked and I'm certainly not tearing up in joy. I accidentally swallowed a lime and it was a bit painful.

1/idk

[starspangledhero]

[ Dude it's okay, I've been traveling 16+ hours and I haven't slept yet so all my tags are probably hurrrr. But it makes a good state of mind for someone mildly trashed.

America continues weaving, trying to keep up with the conversation, and eventually settles for resting his head on the table. It sends his glasses slightly askew. His poor brain is trying to process all this. God England, you're harder to follow than the plot of Mulan. ]

So... you don't...

[starspangledhero]

[ His face seems to actually fall for a few seconds before he registers that England agreed. This means RESUME SWAYING. ]

Oh! Good! I thought you'd be more reluctant. I got drunk to lessen the awkward a bit. Because I feel fine now. Now I'm happy.

And I'm pretty sure I'm drunk. [ doesn't this seem familiar ] What did I put in this stuff? Tastes like... burning.

[starspangledhero]

I had more to say, but I don't remember. Something about Robin Hood. And stealing a heart. Gimme a bit and I will.

[starspangledhero]

[ THUMP and his head audibly smacks against the table. Still staring at England. ]

Good. Glad we've got that settled. Friends again. Being angry at you was too much work.

done

[starspangledhero]

We have limes?

[ America stares at his empty glass in confusion. Then he shrugs. ]

Once I'm sober though, this is going to be awkward again. We'll just have to work at being friends again, slowly but surely. We'll do it. I can do it.

[ His arm flails outward trying to pat England on the shoulder. It lands on target once, then grazes his back, then falls back to America's side where it dangles off the edge of his seat. ]

1/2

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

We had a limes. I just told you I accidentally swallowed it, you stupid pillock.

[ kind of sitting in his chair holding his head like he's got the migraine of the century because god what the hell just happened why is America being NICE ]

You're just-- you're so bloody thick. Thickity thick thick.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ attempting to grab America's swinging arm ]

You've also had way too much to drink. Off to bed. No whining, no excuses.

[starspangledhero]

Thickity thick thick! Thick thickity thick from Thickannia.

[ It's obvious he's not even comprehending the words, he's just having fun parroting. ]

I've only had ten! I'm good until thirteen, I swear. And I'm waiting for someone. And I haven't danced yet!

[ Getting to his feet. By that I of course mean stumbling to his feet while holding the chair for balance. This fails and both he and the chair topple to the floor. ]

Ah... I think you're right. I wanna stay, but no more for me.

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ GOD I am so tired but must... do tags... hngh. Just hovering over America with a look of "I told you so you stupid brat and look what you've done now." England probably muttered that under his breath SO WHATEVER LOUD... NOISES... ]

Who could you possibly be waiting for?

[ MUST NOT SOUND HEART BROKEN AND HURT... ]

[starspangledhero]

[ Sleep, Amir. Sleeeppp. America's using the upturned chair to hobble upright. ]

Billy the Kid. Miria gave me some advice 'bout what to do with him. I set up the saloon so I'll be ready. He could be here any minute.

[ He takes painstaking care to set the chair upright again, then looks expectantly at the door. NO HE DOESN'T LOOK AT ALL DEJECTED, WHY DO YOU ASK? ]

[mygodmyright.livejournal.com]

[ HE'S DEAD JIM. I MEAN AMERICA. England just leans over on the chair like a lazy outlaw. What does a lazy outlaw resemble? Heck if I know my day has been weird. And while England tries his best to break this to America in a kind tone, it comes out in a typical dry, british-y mean tone ]

He's not coming, Alfred.