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starspangledhero) wrote2010-06-25 10:03 pm
starspangledhero) wrote2010-06-25 10:03 pm
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[video/action for anyone ever]
[ 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.]
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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[ FINALLY LETTING GO and looking a bit proud ]
It's too late for you.
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[ Now attempting to hoist himself upright to prove England wrong. ]
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Go to sleep already, git. I'm not staying here all night to baby sit your overgrown arse.
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Can't sleep. Tell me a story.
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[ and after a short pause ]
... Maybe. But only because I'm fond of reading stories before bedtime, and it's certainly not for any stupid nostalgic reasons.
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[ Guess who saw Princess Bride on tv today. ]
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St. George, on his charge Bayard, journeyed untill
he reached the sea where he boarded a ship bound
for Egypt. He eventually arrived in a land that was
deathly silent in the day and with a brooding
darkness at night.
[ THANK GOD FOR COPY PASTE ]
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It was here that St. George met a poor hermit.
The hermit told him “You have come at a terrible time.
Our land has been ravaged by a cruel dragon who
demands the sacrifice of an innocent maiden
every day. He has threatened to send a plague
and scorch the earth so that no man or beast may
live. For twenty four years he has terrified our
land, and tomorrow it is the beautiful Sabia,
daughter of the King, who must die”.
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But the princess can't die! She's gotta be saved!
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[ AND ENGLAND STARTS MAKING UP HIS OWN VERSION ]
He explained the King had promised to give
his daughter in marriage, and the crown of
Egypt, to any brave knight who would kill the
dragon.
The next day he slept in late. He rose at noon
and buckled his armour, laced his helmet and sharpened his sword.
He mounted his trusted steed Sherman and rode into
the Valley of the Dragon.
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Soon the brave knight was at the dragon’s lair and
shouted for him to come out and fight. The dragon
let out a mighty roar louder than thunder and spat
venom from its mouth; its wings were burning
flames and its eyes empty and cold.
From shoulder to tale it was forty foot long, its
body covered in scales harder than brass with a
great golden belly. Its size and appearance would
have made any other man tremble, but St. George
steeled himself and prepared to fight.
St. George then saw the dragon had been injured, and
and previously fought an even nobler and stronger opponent,
St. Arthur. Though St. Arthur had put up a great fight,
he could not vanquish the dragon on his own.
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[ Too tired to finish the word, so closing his eyes and humming to indicate that he's still awake and wants to hear the end of it. ]
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St. George nearly fell to the ground. He recovered
himself and thrust his spear into the dragon’s belly,
but the spear shuddered and split into pieces. The
monster roared and whipped both St. George and
Sherman with its tail.
St. George was thrown from his horse, but by good
fortune he was saved by St. Arthur. St. Arthur told
him he had gone good, and St. George stood to the side
as St. Arthur slew the dragon in one strike with might Ascalon.
[ and after a slight pause ]
And though St. George, the stupid overweight prat had been late,
St. Arthur thanked him and sent him off with blessings. St. George then
excused St. Arthur from the small bit of debt he had accumulated earlier.
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[ ... ]
The beautiful Princess washed
St. George’s wounds and he was given a
magnificent feast and many gifts of gold.
King Ptolemy, true to his word, agreed that
Princess Sabia and St. George should be
married. After many adventures, they
returned to England where they lived a
peaceful and happy life. She was a princess
truly worthy of St George, pure and noble and
not a bloody bandit.
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LET'S HOPE HE DOESN'T VOMIT IN HIS SLEEP AND CHOKE ON IT AND DIE. ]