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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]

Cholera too?!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Most likely, yes. It's much safer that way.

[starspangledhero]

There goes half my problems!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

I--

I really did not want to know that. Ever.

[starspangledhero]

[ It takes him a minute to figure out what he did, but (perhaps surprisingly), he eventually does. Have a bark of laughter. ]

Guess I've grown used to bawdy talk. You're a little more scandalized, huh? Very Victorianesque.

[ I don't know if that's actually a word and I don't care. ]

You comin' over or not? Promise I'll try to keep a clean mouth and boil all my water.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

It--it isn't Victorian, it's just disgusting!

You'd best keep that promise. I will arrive as soon as possible.

[starspangledhero]

It's life. [ shrug. seriously who doesn't have cholera in the 1880s. ]

I'll be waiting!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

[starspangledhero]

[ IT DOESN'T WORK, EDGE. NOT AT ALL.

By this point, America is thoroughly trashed. He probably reeks of alcohol, among other cowboy-scented things. Although he has trouble moving to greet him and needs to grip furniture to make his way over, America is about as subtle as an ox. ]

HEY MILES!

[ And he's drunk. SO HAVE A HUG, EDGEWORTH. A brief one, but still. He lets go and starts swaying from side to side happily. Although a bit touchy, his behavior isn't especially altered by alcohol. ]

I was hoping you'd show! And ya did. Would ya like anything to drink?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

N-no. I'll refrain from drinking--I really shouldn't. Isn't there any tea--anything that isn't alcoholic?

[starspangledhero]

[ BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS DO. Well, that's what America does to his friends. ]

Oh. Yeah. Tea! Hold on!

[ America starts stumbling away, but turns around to point at Edgeworth. He almost looks... desperate. ]

Don't go anywhere, okay? No leaving or disappearing on me!

[ BY THE MAGIC OF TIMEWARP he returns some time later with hot tea. It's actually not that bad. Hey, he learned some things from England. He's spilled some on his hand and burned it but NO BIGGIE. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

It's passable, I suppose.

... You're drunk.

[starspangledhero]

[ HE HATES IT SO MUCH BUT HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE IT. In decades to come, though, the only tea he'll drink will be heated from the microwave in a mug.

Now leaning on a table so he doesn't have to sway to stand. ]

Quite so!

[ Yes, he just tried to imitate an English accent. He failed miserably. ]

I've had... ah, I've lost count of how many shots I had. I'm okay though. I don't get rowdy or anything, unless someone punches me first.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, losing count of how much you've had certainly would be a sign you'll wake up sick in the morning.

So, you're still unaware of why you're living through your history while living in Discedo at the same time?

[starspangledhero]

[ Microwaves work too. It's all I used until I got one of those instant hot-taps. ]

I don't mind. There's some things that're worth some headaches and spilling your guts. I try not to make a habit of getting this drunk, but tonight's a good night.

[ He stumbles to a nearby chair and stares at Edgeworth. It looks like he's trying to think, but this is a hard subject even when he's sober. ]

The... city. It must keep bringing me back or something, every couple decades or so. I guess much time hasn't passed here, so everyone is very confused about it.

[ He nods, but. Really, that doesn't explain feeling the direct effects of Valley Forge or the War of 1812 in Discedo. He thinks about this, and finally he relents. ]

I don't know.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

One never ought to make a habit of such things for any reason.



None at all? And still, no one's told you?

[starspangledhero]

[ I'm convinced that every college student knows the joys of microwaved tea. IT'S CONVENIENT .D.b ]

England likes drinking a lot!

[ Which. Answers nothing. The question remains: if America takes his shirt off, will that help? (Answer: no, but he would anyway.) Here, have another puzzled look. He looks mildly distressed. ]

Told me what?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

About what's going on with you and Discedo.

[starspangledhero]

...No one's said anything to me.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

Would you like to know?

[starspangledhero]

Yeah.

[ Swaying slightly. ]

Unless this is one of those things that's gonna create a paradox and blow up the Earth.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

... No. No, I really don't think so.

Your chip was removed.

[starspangledhero]

[ blink.

blink.

blank face. ]

Wassat mean?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

It means the little device the Discedo scientists use to keep your... 'powers' under control was surgically removed, causing you to relive your entire history.

[starspangledhero]

"Powers"? Do I really have powers? I'm stronger than most and sure I've got some voodoo queens, but...

[ Sway sway he looks like a lost puppy. ]

Relive? I don't understand. This hasn't happened to me before. I know Discedo is messing up some of my other nation-y stuff, but I'm living. Not re. Right? How'm I reliving? Denmark. He said I kept forgetting what time I'm from. What time is it supposed to be? What do I do about it?

[ God this is depressing. He's drunk and now a little upset. ]