URAP

Yeah, that's my kinda person.

Bag of limes, bag of grapefruit, bag of oranges, bag of lemons, juicer, Brightonburg size bottle of Vodka and ice.

I'll grab tea, coffee, and soju.

Looks like A Darkesian Simulator is winning.
 
I'll go get a bag of wurst.

Yes, actually, we did. Just didn't realise it would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

*bursts into room with an explosion*
 
Did someone say a fish-based interruption?

I probably missed the chat on this, but where/how did the name for the paper arise?  I do like the logo

When the time comes, hyung, when the time comes.

We can talk about things with 100% fewer fish-based interruptions.

We devise evil plots and make backdoor deals with the NPO in there. Muahaha.
 
 
 
 
 
 
No, not really.

for a reason?
for a reason?
for a reason?
for a reason?
 
Sorry, I had to

*takes bottle and some bánh rán out of a paper bag*
 
I could have gotten Champagne, but I figured you'd like soju better.
 
*noms bánh rán*
 
Want some? It's a Vietnamese snack food with a doughy outside and a sweet bean paste inside. I love to buy these when I'm in Little Saigon with my family.

*nods*

Awesome, Westy!
Danke!

Updated!
...damn you

Thank you, Russo.

Would it be possible for someone to create a private subforum under Dass Nachrichten for the DN team to collaborate on articles and post BBCode? It would be much more convenient than the current set up we have...which is not really a set up at all, more like improvisation.

 

Preferably name it “The Printing Press” and give access to:

 

Nox

URAP

Hariko

Reçueçn

Fish

 

Elegarth is invited to have access if he's okay with hearing spoilers. URAP approves of the subforum.

 

Also would it be possible to delete the subforum The West Pacific → The West Pacific Cultural Centre → Office of Internal Affairs → Events → Debating Competition?

 

Thanks!

*sigh*
Fish...
Ugh.

Stay on topic.

Hello!
 
I'm Ivo, the Osirian Ambassador to The West Pacific, sent here in response to your embassy request here.

OOC: Sure thing. 
 
Nobody expects the dick joke. Lol.

OOC: Oooh, drama. I like that.
[insert Kreiger scene]
I need to think now.

Kodeï sat in his chair for a few moments while his anger welled up. He then picked up the phone and threw it across the room, where it broke into several pieces by the door.
 
“What the hell am I doing! I need to find these men; I can't keep clinging to Albrektssen every time I have a problem. Cindy! Call up the National Police. I'm going to look into this.”
 
The secretary nodded and made the phone call. Kodeï grabbed his cell phone and a tablet before storming out of the room.
 
At the steps of the parliament building, he got into a black SUV and told the driver to take him to Silán Court, where the National Police headquarters were.
 
“Sir, the roads are backed up with protesters...” the driver said.
“No shit, Sherlock, just drive!” Kodeï barked.
 
The SUV weaved through the narrow city streets as it made its way to the outlying neighbourhood of Silán. Occasionally someone would throw fruit at the car or yell “traitor” from outside. He looked at the ornate family bracelet on left wrist for a moment, sighing, and a tomato hit square in the middle of the passenger window.
 
In Silán Court, Harúnjeo rushed inside and up to the top floor, where Jissutæ Momiji was, in her pristine office with its frosted glass walls and minimalist furniture. And she kept the room freezing cold.
 
“Good afternoon, your highness,” she said bluntly.
“Your room is freezing; how do you keep your cold blood flowing?” Kodeï snapped.
“Willpower, Kodeï, something you don't have. I like my room this cold because I get to pretend Hell froze over.”
“Satan said ‘Return to Sender.’”
 
Momiji and Kodeï stared intensely for a moment, and all that could be heard was the sound of the ceiling fan making a faint, cool swish sound.
 
“Harúnjeo, what do you want? I'm busy with all these calls over the riots. No thanks to you and your twit cousin.”
“Jissutæ, I want an investigation. A real one. Not this half-hearted attempt and bulls*** handwringing of yours.”
“I dunno, Harúnjeo, what can you do for me? Give me royal treatment?”
“How about ten years for corruption? I run this ship, damn it, now do what I say!”
“You know, I can make accidents happen. Don't slip.”
“Hurry up and get it done, lives are on the line, Sobehido and Teukero's.”
“Are you sure it's not your name?”
“Well in that case, maybe Us Weekly wants to find out how your one night stand with the Nigerian president was.”
 
Silence in the room.
 
“Fine. Get out of my office now before I throw a brick through your window,” fumed Momiji.
“Is that a threat? My, my, someone's angry.”
“It was your fault we split!”
“TEN YEARS AGO!”
“Leave!”
 
Kodeï turned to leave the office.
 
“You're so cooperative, Momiji.” Kodeï began to walk out and close the door.
“He was bigger than you!” Jissutæ said before the door closed behind him.

OOC: I don't have die Kriegeren to worry about, so I try to play up interpersonal dynamics. Makes for heated interactions.

I propose we open a thread in the echo chamber to discuss this instead of spamming this thread.
I will sent Westwind my current request, tomorrow, and then if we think there is a change needed from the discussion on echo I'll handle it with admins.

OOC: the Versteckten Kreiger are a great toy to play around with. I love it. It adds depth to the nation.