proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (Becoming)
I take it, by all of the writing on this topic, this is not a normal happenstance? We are not often having killings in the Bazaar, hm? The thing is that no one has said this. I would feel very glad to know that we are not always in danger? That there is some security?

I am not trying to doubt people. But knowing how everything works, that is part of being new, yes?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari peers down the hall in Green 2. (Watching)
This is ludicrous.

I will not be shoved into a room full of people and expected to share a tiny room. No.

I will work. Anything, to get out of this room.

Except I will not work with animals. They are filthy creatures, and I do not like getting dirty. Nor will I clean. I am not the cleaning type, no.

I am also not built for combat. It is not my thing, I think is said. Running, exertion, wastes. All of them.

I know nothing of medicine. That would be a bad fit, yes.

There should be things left? With good housing. I will have my own room. One way or another.

[There's a pause in the writing.]

What, exactly, is left?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari by red flowers by a window. (Flowers)
[The writing is full of flourishes and swirls, making it look in some places elegant and in some overdone and ridiculous.]

So I will write on this and then people will write back and we will all be good friends, no? Somehow, I do not think that is the way the universe works.

We are all in a tree. We are tree people. This is stupid. But, if there is a place with wine, then I will not mind the stupid so much, hm? And we are not in a tree right now, but we are. I do not like paradoxes.

So. My friends. My soon-to-be dear, good friends. I am calling myself Ambassador. It is a stupid name, but I have never named myself before. There is a first time for everything, I believe it is said. So let us have a drink to firsts, and write on paper that writes back.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (Default)
All posts previous to this are from the game Adstringendum. They do not apply to Edensphere, and should be disregarded. I didn't want to wipe them, though, or lock them from anyone who wants to look back.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari drinks from a cup. Caption says 'Nectar of the gods.' (Wine)
[Londo is smiling and nodding as he sips his wine.]

Yes, yes, this, I remember. Adira. You ever were a joy. But these... discs. They have chosen oddly what scenes to show and what ones not to show. Hm.

[He holds up several DVDs, peering at each in turn. With a shrug, he pick one at random and puts it in, smiling at the opening.]

I do not know who this Peter Jurasik is, but he is a good looking fellow, hm?

[Londo chuckles to himself and refills his glass, watching.]
proudambassador: Londo Mollari by red flowers by a window. (Flowers)
There is quite a lot of stress here, no? We have many new people since I have offered, so I am thinking that I should be making the offer again.

I am an Ambassador. My work, it is to negotiate. If people do not see eye-to-eye, there is most certainly a solution that makes both equally miserable, hm? I jest. But solutions, they can be found. I offer my help. You need only come by the my little casino during the day, or my little house when it is evening, and I will do what I can. This boredom, I do not enjoy it so much. I would welcome a change.

Just do not come too late, hm? I do enjoy sleep. It is a pleasant escape from the bunnies and other creatures that wish to eat me.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari peers down the hall in Green 2. (Watching)
I am not altogether certain I understand this correctly, hm? Earther is not my first language, so I am seeing words that seem random, yes? Where normally such users would be swearing? This is what the Animus have done this time? I will say this, it could be worse. We are still able to talk, hm? And guesses can be made at what is being said, that they can.

Unless this is an Earther holiday I do not know about. But the Animus spoke. I think that has meaning.

For those who are entirely frustrated, which I suppose many would be, you could perhaps carry signs with the words you wish to say. Or you could resort to what is most simple, a growl of anger. Everyone understands that, no?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (Becoming)
The casino, it is nearly halfway repaired, yes? I have not yet found all of the darts or all of the dice, but many things are back in place. I must replace some of the card tables. They got over-excited.

If we are to be invaded by soldiers, I can provide some shelter at the casino, hm? But I do ask that the one who is responsible not come. I do not want to get my casino more damaged.

I have read there are meetings? Where does one go to these meetings? As an ambassador, I might be qualified to speak, no?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari looks like he's about to cry. (Tears)
[A crest of hair can be seen over a counter's edge. Two darts are stuck in it. Slowly Londo peeks over the edge of the counter again, only to have dice fly at him. Back down he goes.]

I thought I knew hate before I got here, yes? I did not. The Narns have nothing on the Animus. At least you can avoid Narns! Besides G'Kar. No, you cannot avoid G'Kar. Always just there. Grinning. No, smirking.

Great Maker, I hate G'Kar.

And now, now? I hste the Animus more. I would trade them for G'Kar, that is how bad this is! I would even take G'Kar and Na'Toth! What I would take, to no longer be trapped. Dice attacking me, my own roulette table chasing me... I have done nothing to you!

[A fist is waved over the counter. Dice fly at it, and he pulls it down just in time.]

Of course the wine would be on the other side of the room. With my coat, with my PCD. Of course. Nothing is simple here, no. Never.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari looking downward. Caption says 'all my dreams torn asunder.' (Thinking and torn)
I do not understand exactly what is going on. But now, I have found someting nearly as abhorrent as Narn Opera, yes?

You wouldn't get this from any other guy.

I do not know how one would stop this. Advice would be appreciated. Until then, I am glad I have earplugs, yes? I need not listen to this for however long it persists.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari laughing and grinning. (Laughter)
So this week, we are supposed to run around half-naked and jump into water?

I think I will not be participating in this, hm? I do not want to scar so many people at once. Do ask the good man who had my body. No, no, I think the Great Maker would quite understand my reluctance to be a part of such a thing, yes? Be it given to us by the spirits here or not.

Instead, I will remain fully dressed. I do this for myself as much as for all of you, out of the goodness of my heart. You should thank me, yes? This way, you still get to keep all of your women, and the white of my skin does not strike blind the entire population.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari by red flowers by a window. (Flowers)
But of course, it would do this when I am at the casino, hm? At least I can be glad that there is food here. Though pickles do not count so much towards being nutritious.

This will not last a week? I do tire of hiding. But I can do nothing about monsters, and I can do nothing about weather.

Diplomacy. Why is there nothing in this city that requires diplomacy? It is all weaponry and powers. A dagger does not cut it, hm?

If anyone is out and in need of shelter, I have blankets, pickles, and wine at [x,y]. It is better than being alone out in this.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari drinks from a cup. Caption says 'Nectar of the gods.' (Wine)
[The PCD shows Londo seated next to Yachiru at a long table with boards to make up the side.] The point, you see, is to not roll two ones, which is called snake eyes, yes? You want a seven, or an eleven.

[Yachiru is watching Londo with wide, rapt eyes, nodding at his explanation.] Okee, so's when I roll the dice they gotta add up to seven or eleven, and one is bad?

[He shakes his head, smiling.] Two ones is bad, which makes a total of two. One and one is two, hm? You cannot get one from two dice. If they add up to seven or eleven, you win. If it is a two, three, or twelve, you lose. Other numbers are fine, but you do not win from them. Two is simply the worst of them all.

[She grins, obviously pleased she understood.] I think I got it, but this is real complicated! All these numbers t' remember! I just wanted to play a game, not get a math lesson! When d' we get to throw the dice, huh?

[Londo picks up two glasses and pours a lot of water in one before adding wine to both. He brings them over and gives her the watered-down one.] If you wish, I shall keep track of the numbers. You may throw the dice whenever you wish to, my dear girl.

[Yachiru picks up the drink, taking a hearty gulp and smacking her lips happily.]
That tastes real good! Okee, if ya don' mind keepin' track that'd be cool! Ne, let's see what I get! [She picks up the dice, giving a quick shake and letting them fly with her eyes closed.] What'd I get?

[Londo nods in satisfaction.] It does, does it not? One of the better vintages I have found, not one of the dry ones. [He sips his own glass and watches the dice roll] Haha! Perfection on your first try! A five and a two make seven. Well done! You hardly need any training at all!

[Yachiru grins, happy for the positive reinforcement.] How do I know if a drink is dry 'r not? It tastes pretty wet t' me! [She opened her eyes, looking at the dice in shock.] Yay! So's I won that time?

Dry... [Londo pauses, trying to think of how to explain it to her in a way she'd understand.] Dry, my darling Yachiru, refers to the taste after. Some drinks, when you have them, make you more thirsty, yes? I am not so much a fan of that. And yes, you did win. You are a natural!

[The PCD times out]
proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (Jun for event)
I have, thank the Great Maker, discovered where my body is. I do not know whose this is. I would be quite glad to have someone explain to me exactly how one deals with hair in their face and using the facilities, hm?

I am missing parts, and I have new ones. I would not be much surprised to find that the Animus think this is funny.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (A year of pain)
[Londo is standing in front of a machine, finishing polishing it up. He turns and smiles widely at the PCD.]

I have found what I was most looking for. A slot machine!

[Proudly he gestures towards the shining device.]

Long and hard have I looked for one of these. They are some of my favorite ways to gamble, yes? This and dice. And now, I have found one. It is a good day here in the city, hm? How it works, is you put coins in the slot here...

[His voice trails off as he eyes the machine.]

Except we do not have coins. Or credits. We have nothing.

[Londo sighs, drops the cleaning cloth, and reaches for the PCD.]

Great Maker, is there no end to the inconveniences of this city?

[The feed ends.]
proudambassador: Londo Mollari drinks from a cup. Caption says 'Nectar of the gods.' (Wine)
These are working again, yes? The Animus did not break them for good, I am hoping? While I can now repair my roof, thanks to my dear friend Mr. Jojo, devices are far out of my range. Give me a hammer, and I can hammer. Nails, my thumb, the tiles, my other thumb, damn its little metal head. Give me a screwdriver, and all I can do is drink it.

That is the name of that drink, yes? I am not confusing it with a wrench or a crowbar or some other metal tool? I confess I did not pay so much attention to that particular lesson in Earth Standard. I was a busy young Centauri. The universe awaited, and I did not want to leave it waiting and hanging, no?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari by red flowers by a window. (Flowers)
My roof is leaking. But, but! This time, I still have a roof, yes? The last time, it left. And I was stuck facing a creature I would rather not see again. This time, there is water dripping down when I least expect it, wherever it feels I would least enjoy it, but the creatures are outside, and this is a very good change.

I hope the casino is still there. But I am not going out there to check. If Vir were here, he would. He runs faster, and when such monstrosities are going around, prowling through our streets, it is better to send the faster Centauri, no? The younger, more spry one. Also, he is resourceful. Abrahamo Lincolni, I ask you...

But I have 'potato chips,' which are edible, more or less, and canned mushy green round things. There was no label on the can. I suspect it was unlabeled since people would not eat them if they were warned of what the can contained. But once it is opened and you are hungry, then you are stuck, no? Humans are often like that.

I suppose it is time to go back to making sure the drips do not put out my little fire, yes? I would not like to see that go out.
proudambassador: Londo Mollari and Vir Cotto, laughing. (A year of joy)
I am glad that she is gone, for her sake. Delenn is... a rare woman. A lady, even, as the humans say. This was not the place for her, with the dirt and creatures and killings. Not that killings are unfamiliar, especially on Babylon 5, and most especially in the Brown Sector. But she is a step above that. Minbari always are.

But, since so very many are so distressed over the departure of people, I have decided to open my casino slightly earlier than I had planned. Tomorrow, my good people, the Zocalo 2 will open at [x,y]. I do not have as many games set up as I had wished, but this seems a fitting time. Old friends have gone home to where they are likely much happier and safer, and now it is time to make new friends, yes?

So bring yourselves, of course, and things you might care to gamble with, and let us become one with the Gods in celebration. The Great Maker himself would approve, I have no doubt.


[[ooc: This will be an open log I'll set up sometime tomorrow. Feel more than free to join in whether your character has met Londo or not.]]
proudambassador: Londo Mollari's eye and face are pain-filled (Becoming)
I would like the city to know that a very good friend of mine is here, my good, dear Ambassador Delenn. She is very much not like me, being reserved and Minbari, but I hope that you will treat her with courtesy. But her presence here does make me wonder as to why I myself am here. While the city does need a casino, which I am still working on, that need in itself should not have been strong enough to bring me here.

But even as I wondered, the answer has come to me. I am the ambassador of my people. I negotiate. There are many people with many issues here, and some of those issues are with each other. Should you need negotiation or representation, why, you need only to ask and bring a bottle of something good. I will accept many types of wine or spirits in payment.

One cannot be one with the Great Maker with only a glassful of brandy, no.

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