[video/action for anyone ever]

[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]

[ With his head on the table, America nods. ]

Makes sense. It's not like I'm France. Sex is good, but I can go without. Ya should do it once before you die though.

Prussia told me she's the man in the Hapsburg house. Never really met her, only heard things.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

I have no intention of doing such a thing and it's none of your concern.

[starspangledhero]

Never? Never? But it's awesome!

[ swinging his head to now rest on the back of his chair ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

I don't care. There are more important things in life.

[starspangledhero]

...

Don't ya want kids?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

No. Why on earth would I?

[starspangledhero]

Kids are neat.

[ shrug. head going back to the table. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

My career would not allow me to raise a family properly.

[starspangledhero]

Oh.

...And you're sure ya don't even have time to get laid just once?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

I'm quite sure.

I could not marry and raise a family, even if I wanted to do so.

[starspangledhero]

How come?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

The lack of interest.

[starspangledhero]

But you said "even if you wanted".

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

The lack of interest and no time. I travel overseas, and raising a family would be... inconvenient.

[starspangledhero]

"Want" implies "interest", but okay. Human families seem nice though.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

It does, but as I neither have the want nor the interest, the lack of time doesn't matter.

[starspangledhero]

[ America nods, too drunk to continue arguing about something that doesn't directly concern him. He's not a total perv like France (or Canada, actually) so he's not going to press the issue too much.

And he's drunk. AND HE'S ABOUT TO GET MORE DRUNK. America suddenly remembers that he'd poured himself another shot. Instead of tipping it back, he takes in in slower gulps that leave him coughing and red-faced. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Don't drown, you idiot.

[starspangledhero]

[ cough cough sputter ]

N-not drownin', it went down the right pipe, it just. Fire. Tastes like. Ow.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

If you have the need to be sick, turn the other way.

[starspangledhero]

Not gonna be sick. I don't get sick 'til much later.

[ THUNK head back on the table. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

Are you conscious?

[starspangledhero]

I dunno. How do I do that.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...

You're conscious, but you're drunk. You really should go to bed before you make yourself sick.

[starspangledhero]

Miiiilleeeessss.

[ drunken slurring yessss ]

I'm still waiting.