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[ 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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What a splendid idea Miria! [Isaac digs in his pockets trying to look for his deck of card. They have to be in here somewhere... He swore he had some on him during his time on the Pussyfoot. Or--was that something else. Ah well, Isaac was certain he had something in his pockets.]

Aha!! [Isaac pulls out his deck and pauses.] Short kid with the weird hair? [Isaac's grin widens as he strokes his chin deviously.] I highly doubt it! No one can beat the combined efforts of Isaac Dian and Miria Harvent!

[This game of poker needs to be like, dare poker. The loser of each round has to do a dare, as dictated by the winner. It's like a penalty for losing hahaha. Y/N at least it won't be strip poker, but we could do that too. THIS POST IS STILL FULLY CLOTHED. Also, Miria is laughing in glee, or maybe she's just getting drunker. Also also England may be joining us because timelines make no sense and THE MORE THE MERRIER.]

Isaac, we can't team up in poker, silly!

No one can beat a determined American, that's for sure.

[ Oh man Isaac actually has cards. Now they won't have to play with poorly-drawn cards on strips of paper! SUCCESS. While he does that, America sits in a chair at a table and leans back, propping his legs up on it. ]

Now we just have to decide what we're playing for! Don't have any valuables on me, unless you want the cow.

[ No one wants Banjo except America 8| ]

[Isaac continued stroking his chin, 'cause there just needs to be more of that in this thread. 8|b He places the hand that's holding the cards on his hip and starts waving the other around as he thinks.]

Really? Huh... Musta been thinking about a different game then! No matter! Lets make this game interesting! The looser of each match has to do something the winner says, like a dare of sorts! Every round too, that sound good?

[Oh boy Miria loves dares THEY MAKE EVERYTHING INTERESTING. So she's excited and shows this by clasping her hands together in glee.]

That sounds great, Isaac! [This is also a very short tag, hooray. Also, matching icons!!]

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