[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]

[ now giving up on the door and resting his forehead against the table ]

He just spent an entire century watching me and hoping I'd fail as a nation.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Are you going to let that have you give up? I thought the United States was much mightier than that.

[starspangledhero]

Of course I am! I'm gonna make him and France take me seriously as a nation!

[ by beating the shit out of Spain and stealing all of his colonies. DETAILS. Now sitting up and swaggering. ]

England's outta luck if he thinks he's not gonna be my friend again!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[starspangledhero]

'xactly.

[ America looks like he's about to stand.

And then he falls off his chair.

He doesn't move for a bit. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

...



Are you alright?

[starspangledhero]

Mmmmnnnnggghhh.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

[starspangledhero]

[ TWITCHING and now trying to get up. ]

I'm awake!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Stay seated, you fool.

[starspangledhero]

[ He's a heavy motherfucker, but at least he's attempting to haul himself up. ]

I think I've had too much.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Yes, you obviously have! You ought to go to bed, or at least stop being such an idiot.

[starspangledhero]

[ AS LONG AS YOU DON'T CALL HIM FAT ;w; ]

Have to wait. But this is the last I'll have. [ no it isn't. and for some reason, he starts giggling. ]

You sound just like England!

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

I-- What? No, I don't!

[starspangledhero]

Yeah you do! "America, you idiot!" Ya sound like him, minus the accent.

[ slumping in his chair. somehow he has to get out of it at some point. just... not yet. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

You are an idiot.

[starspangledhero]

You're calling your country an idiot?

[ He sounds more amused than upset. Idiot or not, he's still got and inflated sense of self-importance. ]

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am, and I have no reservations about doing so.

[starspangledhero]

[ laughing. laughing at you, Edgeworth. ]

Fine, fine. Dissent in the ranks!

[ the chuckling dies down and he tilts his head towards Edge ]

Ya still like me though, right? As a country. ...And as a person?

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

... Perhaps not so much as a country, but much more as a person, I suppose I ... tolerate you.

[starspangledhero]

Just you wait, you'll see, I'm gonna be an awesome country one day. More awesome, I mean! I'm gonna surpass all the empires and you'll think to yourself, "wow, isn't it great to be American?"

Like I said, just like England.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

I don't sound anything like England!

[starspangledhero]

You do! I'd say there's nothing wrong with that but, well, yeah there is.

[verily-ergo.livejournal.com]

How is that wrong?!

[starspangledhero]

Because it's England.