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"Cera, please come in here."

Princess Maire looked at herself in the floorlength mirror. Her emrald green gown flattered her fair complexion as well as her sparkling grey eyes. Yes, she would look ravishing for her birthady party this evening.

Even though she was another year older, she was happy. She had everything a girl could want: a beautiful son, Prince Brendan and a darling husband, Lord Fionn MacDougal.

Cera wisked into Princess Maire's chambers with a black velvet box in her hands.
'Mi'Lady, your jewels."
"Thank you, Cera," Princess Maire replied as she slipped the diamond and emerald necklace about her delicate neck. It had been a birthday present from Fionn.

"Cera, is everything ready? Have the guests begun to arrive yet?"
"Yes, Mi'Lady everything is in order. The guests should be arriving shortly."

As the two women began to walk towards the ante-chamber strains of music could be heard from the ballroom below.

Princess Maire hoped the party would be a success. It was at a party similar to this one that she had met her husband. She hoped that this evening would turn out to be a memorable one for some of her guests.

She laughed to herself, "God, I'm becoming a matchmaker in my old age."

OOC: Everyone is invited to this party. RP away. :wink:

Diplomatic telegram

Ministry of Foreign Intervention, Dominion of Los Bananos El Fuego

To the esteemed nation of Psychik tv, on behalf of El Presidente, representative of the People, greetings. We would be honored to send a representative to the celebration of your Princess's birthday. We are always willing and eager to get to know better nations we have not yet contacted.

With respectful regards,

Joachim Fernandez
Minister for Foreign Intervention, DomLBeF

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Delegation arrives

A white C-37A diplomatic transport aircraft [ http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/c-37.htm ] puts down at the nearest international airport, after requesting clearance from Psychik tv National Air Traffic Control and confirming their flight plan as a diplomatic mission from DomLBeF heading to the capital. The flag of DomLBeF is blazoned on the tail and wings of the sleek craft, its bright enamel gleaming in the sun as the aircraft taxis to a halt.

A team of six diplomatic personnel disembarks, dressed in the white-with-gold-braid uniforms of the DomLBeF diplomatic corps. Four of the hispanic looking people are watchful and cautious, probably security men. The tallest, with rank tabs on his collar, is the envoy, Consul-Colonel Michel Vienzio. His aide, Consul-Captain Rebecca Olera, walks with him down the exit ladder. They look about for a reception committee.

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Region: The Devil's Desert
Regional Map: http://www.darkeningskies.net/creative/devilsdesert-choice.jpg
Country Travelogue: http://invisionfree.com/forums/The_Devils_Desert/index.php?showtopic=21
National Information and Map: http://www.btinternet.com/~laertes

"I do hope that Princess Maire has gotten my gift, O'Donald?" Queen Red asked as she was looking for the right dress to wear to the party.

"Humf, I dare say, my lady it should have arrived yesturday at the latest!" O'Donald replied as he stood holding the dresses the Queen did not like.

"Good, I hope she likes it"

Dress after dress flew out of her hands onto O' Donald. He was covered in satin and frills. "I can't beleive I have nothing to wear?" she said as she dug deeper into her closet.

"Oh, this will work", she held up a dark green dress with pearl buttons down the front. Off she went to the dressing room leaving O'Donald covered in cloth.

"Woman!" O'Donald threw the dresses on the couch as one of the maidens came in to help the Queen dress. They glanced at one another and the maiden laughed.

The door slammed as O'Donald left the room. Mutter something about the tax on cloth....

To Los Bananos El Fuego

OOC: Whoa, whoa there buddy. Isn't your region allies with British Imperialism, the country that decimated The 32 County Irish Republic and Bodies Without Organs?

I will allow you to attend but no war making. You can spy all you like however. Or maybe I'm just wrong about your relations with BI.
In that case, Welcome and join the party. The bar is this way, sir....

I will continue this thread later; RL calls.

AYE! ban brits from this party Maire they don't know good craic when they see it. I play the Fiddle can I play it for the folks ? :-) happy Bday!

To Los Bananos El Fuego

OOC: Whoa, whoa there buddy. Isn't your region allies with British Imperialism, the country that decimated The 32 County Irish Republic and Bodies Without Organs?

I will allow you to attend but no war making. You can spy all you like however. Or maybe I'm just wrong about your relations with BI.
In that case, Welcome and join the party. The bar is this way, sir....

I will continue this thread later; RL calls.

The TSD Grand Admerial Finds a invitation on his Desk,

Grand Admerial Mosc:CORPORAL? bring out my Best Suit! i am going to a party,also pack a Artusion Ctystal as a gift.

Corporal:Yes sir.

Lord Reil Tian, the Emperor of Crimmond arrives wearing something that contrasts with all the other leaders. A black Crimmond space wing flightsuit emblazoned with his personel fighters designation, Trez-01, and his callsign, Dreadnaught and on his hip is a Bryar Blaster Pistol. He looked ready to either fly off on a mission or kick someones ass.

His companion is more dressed for a party, Lady Lara Tian, Reil's sister and sole heir to Crimmond wore a green evening gown and matching gloves.

Lara leaned close. "Why do you insist on wearing flightsuits everywhere?" Reil smiled. "Because I was a merc and am a pilot and I just don't want to conform to what a politician should look like." "I knew there was a reason..."

OOC

My nation does have a Foreign Ministry, so if you want official details on our position on any matter - such as the BI-32CIR conflict (something that I'm well aware you're interested in.... for obvious reasons) then please Telegram DomLBeF and our efficient diplomatic service will respond. However, I'll make my nations's position clear on that matter in OOC, since it will naturally affect my prospective attendance at this meeting a great deal:


The conflict between BI and 32CIR + allies was unfortunate, regrettable, and as far as we can work out, the result of a internal conflict for power against BI's true government - ah, the perils of cloning technology. There is no doubt concerning blame - BI began the conflict. 32CIR and its allies won that war, crushing BI - kudos to BI for actually losing a war - not seen that happen very often in NationStates. The peace mission is disrupted by the use of atomic weapons - something that DomLBeF is against in general unless strategic weapon attacks have already been recieved on the deploying nation. In the meantime, BI joins the Devils Desert region, sponsored in by a nation (Whispering Voices) who expended political capital to make it so. Their presence in the region activated the regional mutual defence treaty, and we honour our obligations to guarantee Devils Desert nations safety from outside aggressors: the clear foundation of any successful international treaty organisation. However, at this point, there *are* no active and continuing aggressors (other than some remaining feral Lavallian bioweapons), and the state of the thread appears to be a move towards a peace agreement via a general armistice, indeed there is going to be another peace conference, this time on the Isle of Man. We will be sending a delegation to observe, and we hope that the situation will not again escalate into war.

We hope to make contact with your nation in order to a) develop closer relations b) aquire different points of view c) say happy birthday to the princess and finally d) RP, which is fun.

Of course, you also have the choice to send a diplomatic telegram back saying "We'd rather you didn't send anyone to this party", at which point, slightly offended but not bruised, we pull the plane out from the airport with our people having taken a step or two onto your soil and sullied it no more than that :-) I'll wait on a response before posting here again out of courtesey.

OOC


We hope to make contact with your nation in order to a) develop closer relations b) aquire different points of view c) say happy birthday to the princess and finally d) RP, which is fun.

Of course, you also have the choice to send a diplomatic telegram back saying "We'd rather you didn't send anyone to this party", at which point, slightly offended but not bruised, we pull the plane out from the airport with our people having taken a step or two onto your soil and sullied it no more than that :-) I'll wait on a response before posting here again out of courtesey.

OOC:If that is the case, Welcome to the Party. And thank you for your tact regarding the situation between our regions.

IC: Princess Maire stood at the entrance to the ballroom. The chandeliers were ablze with candles and the orchestra was playing a lively tune. Floor length mirrors reflected the various guests dancing, drinking, mixing and mingling.

From the entrance of Castle Kelly Princess Maire could hear the guests continue to arrive.

"Lady Gregory of The 32 County Irish Republic."

"It's so good that you could make it Lady Gregory," Princess Maire said. She noticed a fiddle at her side.
"Oh, wonderful!!! You must play for us... at your lesuire, of course."

Princess Maire then noticed Michel Vienzio.

"Excuse me, Lady Gregory," she said as she quickly looked away from the envoy from Los Bananos El Fuego. "I have a pressing matter to attend to...parties, always have to make sure everyone is happy."

She smiled, hoping that Lady Gregory wouldn't notice the concern in her eyes.

"Please, enjoy yourself."

She then turned and walked down a darkened hallway.
Casually she leaned against a narrow doorway then slipped inside a small yet effecient office.
Leaning over her desk she pressed a small black button and spoke into a receiver.
"Declan, get a trace in here on Michael Vienzio.....Yes, from Devils Desert...yes...good...oh and Declan, get my husband on the line."

She returned to the party, hoping that no one had noticed her absence.

A stately black car, slightly off the ground on a hiss of steam, makes its way to the reception area. Consul's Daughter Alice Marche steps out and makes her way inside, marveling at the architecture of the building.

OOC: I hope you dont mind a fantasy nation dropping in on you, I promise not to set too much on fire though :lol:
But, if not, please disregard this post.

IC:

The skys above the nearest Seaport shimmers as reality twists on itself. After a short period three midsized Carrak Skyships appear. They quickly circle around and splashdown in the water, and wait just on the other side of International Waters.
A moment later Urza steps from between the air in the control center of the dock, near the radio operator.
"Excuse me, I would like to request docking space for my three ships. I am here as a representative of Dominaria to attend the Lady Maires...birthday" Planeswalkers, who dont die, usualy dont bother with birthdays. "I bring a gift as well, and request that you dispatch whatever you use to unload cargo to the docks and my ships. I can pay in these"
A three inch diameter gold coin drops onto the table.
"And if gold is not valid here, I will pay in these."
Four glittering gems, about the size of a thumbnail fall onto the table, each appears to be a diamond, but glows with an inner light.

OOC:
Again, if you dont want a fantasy nation to exist near you, just tell me so.

Alice stands quietly somewhere in the gathering-room.

OOC: All of you are most welcome. I am anxious to see how this turns out myself :wink:
RL calls I shall continue this tomorrow. I bid you adieu for the evening.
IC: (edited after I read some of the last posts)
Princess Maire notices a woman standing alone.
"Cera, who is that lady over there?"
"Mi'Lady, that is ( she looks at a card in her hands)Alice Marche of The Marche Islands. A new nation."
"Thank you, Cera" Princess Maire makes her way across the room slightly pausing to say hellos to her guests. Finally she makes it over to where Alice is standing.
"Miss Marche? Welcome to Psychik Tv. It is an honor and a pleasure to have you attend my party. I hope you are enjoying yourself? Have you met our Knights of Freedom?"

Reil looks mad as hell. He carries a gift of a portable water sculpture(see below) over to the princess and bowed. "I am sorry, but my sister and I must leave for home now. Our nation has been attacked and our fleet and shipyards badly damaged, we must return."

http://www.sabinoartglass.com/images/23.jpg
Portable Water Sculpture
Uses forcefields to hold shap and produce colors.
Powered by a constantly recharging powercell.

In the spacious dining room of the Imperial Mannors' Dinning Hall the King resides, dinning with his daughter Princess Athena II. An eldery gentlmen enters and nowes low.

Servant: "Your Majesty, The President request you attend the birthday celibrations of Princess Marie."

King: "Intresting is it not..."

Servant: "What is? Your Majesty"

King: "The fact that our President can give orders to his King"

Servant: "Will you attend, My Lord?"

King: "I've been ordered have I not?"

Servant: "I will make the arrangements"

King: "2000 years, Athena"

Princess: "What is father?"

King: "That is how long our family has held this throne.... Only to have its' power slowly carroded by 'social reforms' and 'politcal freedoms'. Do know that the Constitution now forbids me from having any say over the affairs of this nation!"

His shouts echoe throughout the hall...

Twelve hours later...

His Majesty King Zeus Deitus IIIs' personal aircarft the Iperial Glory, touches down on Psychik TVs' tarmac. The King decends down the steps in full Imperial Garb and is followed by his daughter and un-armed security officers.

"Hmph" Grand Duke Jonathan VII groaned while being fit in an elegant suit. "This is most uncomfortable... What Monarch's anniversary am I going to again?" He mumbled.

"Birthday Party!" Lord Baxter shouted at the Grand Duke, he was the head of the affairs of the Royal House of Overopinionation. "And it is for Princess Marie of Psychik tv!"

"And why do I have to go...? Why not that liberal anarchist bastard, that calls himself our Prime Minister?" Jonathan said with a sarcastic smile.

"Because, your Majesty. The Prime Minister does not attend Royal Affairs, that's your job as the Monarch of the Grand Duchy of Overopinionation." The Lord smiled sarcastically back at him.

"Yes, and I do love my power as Sovereign Monarch: Opening Super Markets, and visiting other royal families who actually hold power in their nations." Jonathan laughed sarcastically, slipping a Dark Blue Sash on, and let it rest on his right shoulder. An aid opened a case and started pinning on different stately medals onto the Sash. "I hate these things... their heavy... and awfully tacky... Remind me why I have to do this again!?" Jonathan wined like a child.

"Because, your Majesty, the prestige and honor of your nation rests on your shoulders." Lord Baxter said. "And also, our beautiful little nation, is flat broke... After the Military coup 5 years ago, then the occupation of us by our dictators neighbor until last year, has left our little slice of heaven in debt close to 9 million Opinion Marks (National Currency of my Country, that's about 5 million US Dollars, a lot for a nation of only 6 million people). And so, these dreadful little events you so loathe, bring in aid. So, you do it for your country, do it for honor, or do it for the fact that there's an insane dictator to the east of us, ready and willing to invade us unless we build up good international relations! But dear God please your Majesty, just go and do it, or we're doomed."

"You really have a cheery way of brightening up my day Baxter...." Jonathan glared at Baxter as he was pushed into a Limousine out front of the Royal Overopinionation Palace.

"You have a flight booked on the Royal Airlines of Psychik tv, there's a diplomatic car waiting for you at the airport, which will take you to the Palace. Have a nice night, and give the Prime Minister's regards to the Princess." Baxter said through the window of the Limousine after he closed the door.

"My gift?" The Grand Duke asked.

"Arrived yesterday at their Palace. It's a Ming Dynasty Vase." Baxter smiled, the Limousine pulled out of the gates of the ornate limestone Palace, and off down the street.

"I even have to take a public Airline... My nation is pathetic!" The Grand Duke said to his Bodyguard, who was to fly with him on the Airline.

The Grand Duke arrived at the Airport, and was taken via diplomatic Limousine to the Royal Palace in Psychik tv. Jonathan breathed in deeply. "Okay, fake smile on, I'm ready!" He got out of the car and took in another deep breath before walking up the steps into the grand hall inside the door....

"Ahhh, Princess Maire's birthday. The BEST reason for a party!" RedHand was genuinely excited. Few friends held dearer places in his heart, Danu & Maire were the closest of allies and he considered them family. This would be a grand occasion indeed.

He prepared the gifts as carefully as possible, setting them both in beautiful mirrored crystal display cases, the gift for the couple being especially significant; an ornamental Claymore sword gleaming in sterling silver. Emblazoned on one side of the blade were the family crests of Maire and Fionn, on the other a date/time/occasion mark, all text in intricate calligraphic Gaelic.

Dressing in a newly acquired tuxedo, Red wondered if tails were even appropriate for Maire’s birthday party. It was a state function, he was guessing, so why not go all out? He was arriving without a beautiful woman on his arm so why not advertise his availability? Silver cufflinks, tall black leather boots polished to a shine, he stopped short when offered a cane. He may still feel his hand when the wind blew cold, but that was no reason to walk with one, formalities notwithstanding. He decided to skip the gloves, too. A silver flask of the same 200 year-old Irish Whiskey his nation was offering as their gift was kept close to his heart within the inside pocket of his tux as well. Cigarettes in a silver case kept in another inside pocket, RedHand was finally ready. A long black duster bearing his family crest (also the Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom National Symbol) on the upper right arm, the same appearing on his tuxedo coat opposite the outer pocket and handkerchief.

Far from needing approval, he still thanked those in his castle that offered their compliments on his appearance. This would be a grand evening. Collecting the gifts, he met with his security detail and reminded them of the “close but not too close” policy, outlined the delivery of 32 kegs of the very old, very valuable drink, and boarded the helicopter.

Landing at the Maire castle was uneventful and secure, limousine escorting himself and the closest bodyguards and gifts to the red carpet. Other security was already within the party interspersed within countless nameless guests, he smiled as his name was announced and offered both gifts to Fionn & Maire after hugging them.

“Go maire tu an la, Maire. The whiskey for the past and present, the sword for the union, and this is for you, beauty.” He offers Maire the smallest of the presents, a rose of sparkling ruby petals, stem and thorns of true Irish emeralds, all bound with 24k gold spiral weaving.

A grand occasion indeed...

OOC: Is it too late to send someone to the party? If not, I'd like to send Perthro, Crown Prince of Wyrmberg and Prince of ArMenez. That is, if you're willing to accept semi-fantasy-based nations - i know there are some people who ignore them as a matter of principle...

After several arguements with the dockworkers and other personelle, Urza finnaly managed to get his ships docked and unloaded.
A few hours later he managed to figure out exactly what a truck was, how it worked, and how to operate it.
Fifteen minutes later he pulled up at the palace in a Limo.

"I am here for the birthday party, I bring several gifts, namely:
5 Yotian Warrior bodyguards
Several crates of enchanted fireworkds
And one personal skyship.
Now, wheres the punch?"

A pure black limo pulls up and a TSD Grand Admerial by the name of Admerial Jason Mosc steps out.

Mosc:well this is it

Mosc walks through the Front door and steps inside a lobby of some sort

OCC:
Yes, if it is not too late, then I will send someone as well. Telegram me back. Thank you.

OOC: I've never been on time for a thing in my life. Forgive the lateness!

IC: Sultana Meaghan rushed through her chambers in a desperate attempt for a glove that had gone MIA. At last she found it, hidden behind a divan, and ran along her palace's darkened hallways, pulling on the offending glove as she ran.

At the entrance she paused in a front of a full-length mirror to double check her appearance. The sapphire blue strapless dress she wore was long and full in the skirt but had a tightly laced-up bodice. She wore elbow-length white gloves and an exquisite opal necklace, one of the most beautiful pieces of her entire collection. Her hair was simply done, with a small piece pulled to the back behind each ear and secured with a fragrant gardenia, with long brown waves hanging a little ways past her pale shoulders.

Meaghan reached her limousine and ordered the driver to hurry. Her lateness was inexcusable. Behind her she heard the deisel engines of the trucks carrying her gift to the Princess: three tractor-trailers packed as full as possible with the rarest and most beautiful plants to be found in all of The Gardens. she had given orders to the drivers to be especially careful, but she couldn't help worrying all the same.

Once at the party, Meaghan looked around immediately for Maire. She saw her across the room and hurried over, grabbing a crystal flute of champagne on the way. Maire always did know how to throw a party.
"Princess, you must forgive me, I apologize deeply for my lateness. I have brought with me enough of the finest plants in The Gardens to fill over three greenhouses. My drivers have left them with your gardeners to attend to. Again, I beg your forgiveness."

Jason Mosc looks around for sombody to give him directions for where to go

Urza pulls another skill shot, this time breaking a window, he glances around and quickly replaces the glass, sealing with with a fire spell, and hoping they dont mind opaque windows here.

(OOC out of interest, would you allow a vampire in this? He obviously is civilised and is quite well known for his exploits, depending on whos side you hear for good and for evil.)

Empress Sarin A'Mehrosa studied the stunning figure in the mirror. Her straight black hair framed her face nicely, and her long black dress was perfect for the occasion. Silver earings ran up each ear, and a silver necklace and bracelet, both set with rubies, completed her perfect look. What was missing?

She practiced smiling. Nothing in her teeth.

She walked a bit in her shoes to make sure she was used to the heels. Alright.

"Empress, if you don't want to be more than fasionably late, you really should leave... well, 15 minutes ago."

What was wrong?

Giving one last cursory glance at the mirror, she ran out the door, and straight into Jax, her body guard.

"Alright, lets get on with this." Deep breath. Don't get irritable now.

She felt her nerves jumping as she began to weave a transportation spell. Of course, she would be nervous... it was the first social occasion she had attended outside of Papillons, after all. Her Empire's fate depended on her.

As she felt the spell close around herself and Jax she heard him say, "Oh, and I have the gift."

The gift!! She felt herself relax. That's what was wrong.

Appearing in the courtyard, she was instantly assailed by the psychic scents of so many people. She braced herself, and became an Empress.

She walked to the open doors, Jax shadowing her, and entered the warm, glittering castle of Princess Marie.

A buff man stops outside of the building. He stands before the doors, shifting restlessly. A bottle of Bourbon and a container of BonBons were in his arm, while his other hand, midraised, debated whether it should knock or just open the door.

His extended hand, which had a white glove over it. He wore a amazingly decorated military uniform, mostly all medals of Reich distrubution. The sleeve of the uniform cut off right above his wrist, were the glove ended. However, a small portion of his arm showed, and within the that small portion was a large white scar that ran up his arm, but was cut off by the sleeve of his uniform.

His posture was off, for he had a barely noticable slight limp. His skin was pale, but not too pale. His eyes brown as well as his hair. Those were the simple features, easily bypassed and not taken notice to.

The only thing that people ever looked at on this man was his neck. For this man had a long thick scar, which ran across the entire length of his neck. No matter how hard he tried, with his long collars and such, he could not disguise the scar, which he despised more than anything. It was a reminder of his failure and his the worst days of his life. Other scars were places over his body, but they were not so noticible as his neck scar.

He stood before the door and decided. He lifted the knocker and knocked heavily upon the door.