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Following the close of the recent elections, and my having won, we will be throwing a small celebratory party. All ambassadors and other representatives, as well as all election monitors are hereby invited to the celebration this evening.
Pap Ti, President elect

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An ambassador from Ulster will be attending the celebration. However, would we be able to bring a small-arms guard? We will not if you decline, but it would be safer and more comfortable to the ambassador.

We will allow a small security detatchment. Also please feel free to consult with our security cheif.

We shall do so. Go raib maith agat (thank you).

King Roland Deschain of Fluttergork will attend, and he'd like to bring 5 bodyguards, 3 concubines, and 1 small goat.

The democratic Islands of Valonia will of course be present. Our local ambassador would be delighted at an oppurtunity to meet the new president.

We would like to offer president Ti a small gift, and we hope our friendship with Daistallia will remain ever strong.

Please accept this small statuette of the Valonian symbol as a small token of our appreciation. (Am octopus made from pure Valonian silver and suspended in a glass orb.)

We thank you all for coming to this joyous event.

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OOC: You want us to RP it out on this thread or another?

Celeborne will be sending a delegation.

Kekkosmaa's local ambassador, Risto Fränti, would like to take part in this celebration. If the president does not mind, Kekkosmaa would like to give him a bottle of Koskenkorva. This is not to be taken as an insult, but simply as an act of friendship.

IC: we again thank those who choose to join us in this celebration.

OOC: Feel free to rp it here. :D

Haestoph Memorial Arena is filling with those who pass through the tight security. Inside various celebrities, politicians, and foreign representatives are beginning to gather. Each embassy has a space set aside for their people to relax or mingle. The highland red wine, sparkling wines, chile schnaps, and beer are flowing freely. Platters of delicate smoked trout circulate. In the center of the arena, a number of water buffalos, pigs, lish (local rhino/cattle mix), and steers are being barbequed. Delicious smells of various highly spiced local dishes rise into the air. A line up of local musical talent is making their final sound checks and preparations.

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last bump before snubs began being noted.... :(

The estranged sister of queen erudin will be attending the festivities..she will be bringing along a few of her servants and a small gift.

Ambassador of Erudin fae
Charles luthien

OOC: So.. I'm supposed to rp the arrival of that ambassador now?

we have benn waiting several RL days....

Queen erudin sends her greatest apologies as her sister had disobeyed orders and forcefully invited herself to the festivities. No offence is intended but we seem to not be able to make it to the festivities. regrets



Ambassador of Erudin fae
Charles luthien

Queen erudin sends her greatest apologies as her sister had disobeyed orders and forcefully invited herself to the festivities. No offence is intended but we seem to not be able to make it to the festivities. regrets



Ambassador of Erudin fae
Charles luthien

President Ti digs into the good food, surronded by his large family, the new executive team, and other members of the new government.

Half way through the second course, he turns to Milwa Schmidt, his cheif advisor.

*I wonder what has happened to the many dignitaries who promised they would be here? Could they have forgotten?*

Milwa hesitates, considers, then speaks in his slow gracious manner *Perchance they are attempting to be fashionably late?*

OOC: We wonder where everyone is?

OOC: Is anyone ever going to show up?

Risto Fränti appears in the celebration. A couple of tall, big bodyguards walk with him. Mr. Fränti has a bottle of Koskenkorva in his hand - the gift he is planning to give to Daistallia's president.

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There was an air of confidence about her as she glided into the hall, the woman made her way towards the host. Her thick accent was vaguely visible as she said , " sorry for the delay, my sister, Queen of Erudin Fae was being rather bothersome. But never mind about that, i have come to join in the festivities." Then, she clapped her hands lightly and a man servant entered the hall carrying a large chest of crystals.

President Ti notes the arrival of two of the foreign representitives. He stands and becons them over.
*Greetings friends! We are glad that you could make it!*

The third course, of barbecued pig, beef, and lish is being served, sans utensils as all good barbecue should be. ;)
President Ti notes the telegram from a good friend (unnmed for politeness sake) regarding their tardiness, and nods. *ah yes, well some things can be excused.*

*Mr. Fränti, does Koskenkorva go well with barbecue?*

President Ti recieves the news of Daistallia*s defeat in their first Cherry Cup game during the national celebration and begins cursing a blue streak to make a marine DI blush!

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OOC: the continuation will be on hold until a certain friend arrives.... :D

The Most Sagatious and Beatific Uncle Sparky welcomes the new government through His emassary. Anti-pope Konrad arrives with some fresh oysters and extremely hot chili paste...

The Government of Mega Tau extends it's congratulations to President-elect Pap Ti.

Our Foreign Affairs ambassador and two government officials arrive late in Daistallia, on an evening flight, hoping there will still be some food left over. They bring some gifts, a beautiful painting by one of our famous artists, of the Republic's lovely scenery and laser handcrafted precious stones, unique to the south-eastern region of Mega Tau. A case of select wines from our ancient vineyards was also delivered.

People’s Republic of Mega Tau (http://www.angelfire.com/empire2/megatau)

OOC: Seeing as the certain arrival is being held up longer than expected, we excuse his representative for the time being, and continue.

IC:

The current course is Kae Map, a national dish consiting of a soupy stew of chili peppers, assorted meats, and tofu (it closely resembles mapo dofu, for those know). Anti-pope Konrad is sent a *special serving*, the preparation of which makes the chef (who is known to snack on habaneros as children eat candy) wince. Other representatives are asked to make known their preferance - mild, hot, or special - with the above comment taken as appropriate warning. Large quantities of yoghurt, milk, and alcohol are on hand for this course.

President-elect Ti becons Mr. Fränti over to his table, eager to sample the bottle of Koskenkorva. It is becoming apparant the new president will be likely be suffering a hangover in the morning, but he is in his element and pleased for now.

The representatives from Mega tau are ushered in, and served quickly.

A security agent suggests queen erudin*s sister take a seat for a moment and refresh herself.

I strongly apalogize for my late arrival, I was on vacation and was not informed of this glorious day! Congratulations to you! A gift to you from us: the technology for our Nightshadow 7 support fighter. I will telegram the stats to you, no picture though, sorry. We trust you to keep this to yourself, and we also trust that my ambassador will be safe. There will be no need for us to have him escorted by anyone. May I present Mito Rioki, the founder of Rioki.

We welcome Mito Rioki, and thank you for your kind gift.

OOC: The escorts are ceremonial and to honor the representatives.

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A pause between courses is underway. Fine vintages of highland red wines are being served during the pause.

The first band, Orchid, takes the stage for the entertainment.
Orchid is best described as canto-pop...

Mito Rioki, having heard much about his band, seats himself and watches them intently. He hopes not to be disappointed, the reviews have been so good. He expected a great show and was pleasantly surprised the new leader had managed to reserve such great entertainment.

:: The door opens up and a lady walks in wearing a black outfit, with a red overcape and hat, and wearing a god medallion. She looks around embarrasingly, having shown up so late. She looks for a Daistallian to apologize for her untimely arrival::

Luna: I'm sorry I couldn't make it here sooner, there are tremendous issues building at home, and I had to make sure the region wasn't going to fall apart before I left. I bring salutations from Henceland Omega. It's nice to be back here! ::She bows and then quickly looks for a seat::

A certain security gaurd shutters. *Her? Again?* :)

::Luna overhears the security gurad and hangs her head::

Luna: (mutters to herself) I'm always yelling at Rits-chan about making a good first impression. So what do I do? Practically insult their nation just before it breaks out into a war, then come late to their celebration...

::She listens to the band::

Luna: The music's great though! Ha ha...

OOC: Hang out for a bit HO. I'm sure Luna can have a good time without getting in trouble this time around. :D

The First Speaker of Celeborne, in an uncharacterist move decided to attend this meeting in person. He felt that this was to important to leave to anyone else. He prepared a few gifts for his hosts, items of great importance and power to the people of the Bon faith. He carefully wrapped the Bell, Blade, and Chime in red and gold paper and then boarded his flight.

The First Speaker and his two body guards entered the hall and began looking for the represenative of his host nation. Upon finding him/her he presents them with the gifts. " It is to my great honor to be able to attend this celebration, we cannot thank you enough for your continued support and friendship. We look forward to being able to work with you more in the future."

The First speaker is escorted by the standard ceremonial gaurd to President Ti's tble. " We thank you for your attendance and your gifts. We are quite honored you have chosen to join us tonight. We also look forward to continuing to working more closely with you."

"Since I have finnaly found the time to visit your nation , please tell me a bit about your people. " He reaches into his pocket and produces a small photo album. " I also have this for you, I understand that it was a private citizen that gave the funds to the refugee program, I was wondering if you could give this to him." In the album are pictures and names of children that were saved and reunited with there families by the program.

President Ti accepts the album. He looks examines it slowly, paying great attention. With tears in his eyes, he replies *Thank you. We will see to it that this reaches the Whilan Lama directly.*

::Luna continues to listen to Orchid with interest::

Luna: So where did these gusy come from?

"Please extend our best wishes to the Lama, he is greatly respected in Celeborne. We would love to have him for a visit. We have been most impressed with your nation and its people. Perhaps we could discuss a formal alliance at some point ?"

Anti-Pope Konrad finds himself stricken with Luna's beauty. He approaches her.

*My dearest Lady. As I'm sure you are aware, the Theocracy of the United Good is considered somewhat libertine by many of our more puerile neighbors. I do confess, I find you utterly irresistible ! If our gracious hosts could arrange for some privacy I would like to indoctrinate you ... or if you would like to return to our embassy ... Have you tried the fresh oysters ? *

Hans, the security gaurd who had commented on Luna before, overhears her question. He starts to steps forward to answer, but hangs back when he sees Konrad move in.

President Ti: The Lama may be dropping by later this evening for a short visit. I would be quite happy to introduce you formally and arrainge for an audience in a more private setting. As to the alliance we are quite pleased. We shall send the foreign minister around later to discuss details. Meanwhile please enjoy our hospitality*
He then offers the First Speaker his beverage of choice, as suggested by his protocol officer.
OOC: I don*t know what the First Speaker drinks, so will assume the protocol officer does.

::Luna looks at Konrad with a look of shock and surprise::

Luna: Well sir, I must say I admire your gumption, and I thank you for the compliment. I cannot say I've heard a lot about the Theocracy of the United Good. It has only been in recent months that our nation has re-expanded its sight beyond our own regional borders. However, I must tel you that last time I was here made a thorough mockery of myself and my nation. I feel obligated to remain here throughout the course of the celebration... ::she smiles then turns back to her food:: (to herself: Ritsuko would kill me over that one. She's been trying to hook me up since she became military advisor...)

The first speaker accepts the drink.
"Thank you very much. I would be honored to meet the Lama, that would be most wonderful."

Anti-Pope Konrad (to Luna):

*Please be assured that no offense was intended. Please do try the oysters, however. *

Anti-Pope Konrad, having missed the protocol meeting, anxiously awaits the arrival of the llama (one of his favourite dishes).

Anti-Pope Konrad adjusts his robes, unfamiliar with Luna's use of the word "gumption" but secure in the fact that Luna obviously admires his virility. Konrad is also somewhat distressed though that he has not received the drink he ordered, while the First Speaker of Celeborne seems to be receiving all the attention.

OOC: To quote from the start of the party post
Each embassy has a space set aside for their people to relax or mingle.
Anti-pope Konrad may have a difficult time getting noticed by the president as he is at a different table. :D :wink:

However, he might be pleased to know that we do eat lam, the local varient of llamas, and he can have a serving if he wishes.

King Guiderius de Guermantes of Caloveglia, suited and wearing his trademark fez enters the Celebratory Hall. He is clearly taken aback by the splendour of the surroundings. He speaks with the ceremonial guard:
'May I request a word with His Presidency?'

Or is he too busy watching the Pink Panther?

Luna: ::smiles at Conrad:: Thank you. I will. ::she looks around for the plate of oysters::

OOC : Anti-Pope Konrad has been mingling since the entertainment started and currently is seated beside Luna of the Henceland Omega.

In: Konrad notices that the table is bereft of oysters and instructs one of his acolytes to bring them a fresh platter, with of course a variety of hot sauces. Konrad wonder how Luna will react to the fresh chilled oysters, regarded by his people as a powerful aphrodisiac.

*The oysters will be here momentarily, my dear. Pray, tell me about Henceland Omega. Are all of the women there as beautiful as you ? Or are you a singular gem ?*

Thank you for the invite. Of course our Supreme Ruler shall attend forthwith, accompanied by his enterage and security force.

Luna: ::shakes her head and smiles:: You don't give up do you Konrad? I must say I'm enjoying your flattery. Much different from what happened last time I was here. I have to say that I'm certainly no 'gem' from Henceland Omega, although I have noticed that few other nations have blue hair run in their gene pool. It's an oddity I suppose, but very significant to our nation. ::Luna's new cell phone (purchased after the communications fiasco last time she was out of the country...) begins to vibrate. She gets a quizzical look on her face, then stands up::

I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me for just a moment, I'll be right back. I hate to be rude, but I'm getting a phone call from our military advisor. I'm sure she wants to know how things are going. This won't take long! ::she bows and walks off to find better reception::

The main entrance to the Great Hall suddenly fills with a cloud of acrid blue smoke. As the fog clears, five disheveled persons of indeterminant sex wearing tie dyed caftans and smoking small, tightly rolled cigarettes enter. The short, heavy set one with particularly unruly graying mane steps forward and says "Yo, Dudes ! The Tobans are here ! Party on !!! "
Brother Bob of The Tobans steps forward, apparently oblivious to the stairway in front of him and falls rather heavily down to the reception level. The rest of the Toban delegation laugh and hanging on to the railing ease there way down to where Brother Bob is lurching to his feet.
Bro Bob " Good thing I'm wasted or that would have hurt like hell ... So like where is the john ? "

The Toban delegation is greeted by an usher and directed towards one of the few remaining unoccuppied areas of the arena. Brother Bob is shown the facilities as the are escorted to thier tables. The ceremonial gaurd escorting them calls for a passing waitress to bring along her tray of recreationals.

The Toban delegation is greeted by an usher and directed towards one of the few remaining unoccuppied areas of the arena. Brother Bob is shown the facilities as the are escorted to thier tables. The ceremonial gaurd escorting them calls for a passing waitress to bring along her tray of recreationals.

King Guiderias is informed that President-elect Ti is currently engaged in a discussion of matters of state with the Celeborne First Speaker. He wil;l available shortly. While he is waiting, would he care to refresh himself with food and drink, seeing as hie has missed the first several courses...

Orchid finishes their set. There is a short intermission before the next entertainment is staged.

Beach Beat, a calypso band is up next. They are setting up now.

one of the last Trasians still alive in teh universe walks inside and starts hummong a tune he learned as a boy, Yuri Apora had arrived

::Luna overhears the calypso band warming up while she tries to listen to her phone call::

Luna: Ah... calypso...

A small fire seems to have broken out at The Tobans' table.

A nearby servant attempts to extinguish the fire but is blocked by Sister Framilia a tall extremely anorexic looking morphidite whose build belies her sudden strength : "Hey, man... we're just trying to get a Limbo going. Chill man! "

While the band is warming up, th next course begins circulating: barbequed trout, trout kebabs, and trout pies.

A waitress with a tray of assorted recreationals arrives at The Tobans' table. Included in the selection are: a standard bong, a water pipe, Piedmont Gold (a strain of marajuana that won a recent national competion), Haek Hash (the president elect's favorite hashish), an assortment of coca leaves, and Kraelian Snow pure Kraelian cocaine. The later comes with a warning from the waitress regarding it's extreme potency.

OOC: Is it too late to send one more guest in? Is it lethal if the guest is from a n00b nation? Is it lethal if the guest is from a fantasy nation (I promise it's a civilized goblin!)? Eh, gotta ask these questions, cause I'd rather be turned away in a civilized manner than be kicked out as a party-pooper.

OOC: new nations are welcome if they behave themselves as new nations and not nOObs... also, we willingly play with non-humans and future nations if they are willing to accept they we may view them as odd fellows dressed costume or overly obsessed trekkers. Quirkiness is not frowned upon...

OOC: new nations are welcome if they behave themselves as new nations and not nOObs... also, we willingly play with non-humans and future nations if they are willing to accept they we may view them as odd fellows dressed costume or overly obsessed trekkers. Quirkiness is not frowned upon...

OOC: Bless ye, kind sir! Don't worry, I've read the FAQs and rúles, so I know how to play. And of course I'll allow the ridicule of my character! That's what goblins are for! :wink:

IC: Most goblins of The Goblin Rights Move couldn't care less about your elections. However, I myself, as the foreign minister, wish to congratulate you on your victory in the political games, so to speak. Our country is full of turmoil due to it's manic population, and I, as the only educated one of the bunch, am always being needed, so I rarely have time for foreign politics, despite my job as foreign minister. However, I'm sure that with the monthly drunken celebrations coming up, I won't be needed for a week or so.
Thusly, I will be attending your celebrations, if all right with you. Don't worry about my short, green form; I'm much more civilized than the normal goblin, after a sharp blow to the head from a misfired catapult. I will be leaving for your celebrations as soon as I finish this letter, and am hoping to meet you soon. Congratulations once more on your winning!

The Foreign Minister

OOC: I'll start tomorrow. Would post more later, but Everwood's coming on TV and then I gotta get some sleep. G'night, folks!

::Luna returns to her seat with a pale face::

Luna: I... I... can't believe this! My nation is under attack! We've NEVER been attacked before in our history... and we're being attacked by a former ally of ours who's looking to make a bigger empire... I don't believe this! I've been told to stay here though, untill things get better...

::Very disturbed, Luna reaches out and eats one of the United Good's oysters...::

An MC steps onto stage, picks up a microphone, and makes an announcement. "Freinds, we have a special surprise this evening. In the next few minutes, we will be bringing you live coverage of Daistallia's 1st space launch, the Do-jrae 1 rocket. "
Several large projection screens around the arena are brought to life. The picture flickers breifly, then clears. Center screen is focused on a large rocket and gantry, located in the extreme tropical south of Daistallia. A countdown clock ticks away the seconds. A voice announce "This is Da-jrae 1 mission control. We are at t-minus 5 minutes and counting."

The first speaker raises his glass " A toast to your grand new endeavor. May your flight be straight and true."
He waits anxiously to see this nation enter space....

The doors to the hall creak slightly ajar as a small figure draped in a rugged cape made of wolf's pelt steps in, walking with a crude cane. He leaves his cane and cloak onto the coat rack, revealing to be a rather educated-looking goblin in a much more formal suit than the wolf cape.
"I hope I'm not late for the celebrations," the foreign minister whispers so as not to disturb the ongoing show. "The walk here is a particularly long one, and I'd hate to come late. I'm supposed to be on 'official' business here, though our warlord probably wouldn't care a damn about any elections."

TGRM*s foreign minister is escorted by an appropriate ceremonial gaurd to his choice of a small table by himself or one of the larger tables of another nation.

President Ti raises his glass and thanks the first speaker.

::Luna stands up to address the crowd::

Luna: I would also like to offer my congratulations to Daistallia. Our own nation is still several steps away from our first space launch so we understand the magnitude of this undertaking. We commend your scientists and wish your spacemen the best of luck in their endeavours! May you enjoy wonderful success!

::She sits back down and puts her hand on her forehead:: I'm starting to feel really strange... it must be the stress...

"Why thank you, I'll just sit down on one of the small tables, I don't want to upset the other guests or anything," the foreign minister thanks the ceremonial guard. He sits down on his chair and begins to follow the space program show. As TGRM is a rather primitive nation, with it's greatest inventions being dynamite and very primitive firearms (and those are ransacked from others, not invented), the show is quite a spectacle for the foreign minister, who has only read of space flight in a few pilfered books.

Brother Bob has been feeling no pain since prior to his arrival at the reception. He has enjoyed the recreational pharmaceuticals provided by the hosts and, along with the rest of The Toban delegated, been tripping at the wild light show (OOC: the rocket launch).

The strange, gnarled, green thing that just seemed to appear at the table next to him has caught his attention. Brother Bob is used to apparitions appearing during his hallucinogenic phases and always meets them with all the aplomb and courtesy his addled mind can muster.

Bob approaches the Goblins table : "Yo dude ! Gnarly threads ! So, like how did you appear here and what cosmic vibe are you riding ?" Brother Bob is completely unaware he has been addressing the empty chair across from the Goblin delegate.

Konrad rises : * On behalf of the United Good I wish to congratulate our hosts on their achievement. May they use their newfound technology for the betterment of mankind. *

Anti-Pope Konrad is pleased to see Luna has returned, but is rather distressed that, even though she has been sampling the special oysters, they haven't had the desired effect. Rather than lustful, Luna looks a bit nauseous.

Konrad : *My dear, you look flushed ! Is there anything I can do to comfort you ?*

"...excuse me?" the foreign minister asks the tripped-up Brother Bob, who is staring away from him. He was expecting that someone would start questioning him on his small, green profile, but this was just strange.
"How did I appear here? I walked here, and quite a long trip it is, let me tell you. And what are you mumbling about "riding cosmic vibes"? I used to ride wolves when I was younger, but I don't think you're referring to that."
The minister is new to the effects of drugs and hallucination, and has no idea what is wrong with Brother Bob. He has only twice seen something like this before: once when Warlord Snottynoze drank one fungus beer too many, and once when the Goblin Shaman was overwhelmed with magical energies.

::Luna looks at the oyster she has just eaten::

Luna: I feel really strange... Maybe its all the stress. My nation has been attacked... I don't know how long I can stay now... I don't know what to do...

"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... We have ignition... 3... 2... 1... We have lifteoff! Repeat we have lift off! Go, baby, GO!"
The rocket lifts off from the launch pad and begins streaking upwards accross the sky. The arena erupts into cheering.

Luna: Wow! That's SO amazing! I sure hope that some day our own space program is this successful!

The foreign minister's red eyes widen at the spectacle being shown. Even though he's ridden a highly volatile and explosive animal, he has never seen such power.
"Ironic, really," the minister says half to himself. "Our warlord would hate this celebration, but he'd be completely captivated by this rocket launch." He makes a mental note to ask for a recording of the launch towards the end of the celebration. It might just bend Warlord Snottynoze towards technological expansion.

As Beach Beat begins their set, word is passed along to the first speaker that The Lama will be arriving soon. Word is also passed on to Anti-pope Konrad that the Lama is always interested in ecuminical meetings, and would be happy to meet with him.

::Luna sits back down and listens to Beach Beat, trying to take her mind off the problems going on back at home::

Brother Bob has accepted the fact that the Filigree he has been addressing has turned into an upholstered banquet chair and that a large silver dragon (or something similar) seems to be roaring and spitting fire behind him. The little green talking lump on the other side of the table, though looked to Bob like he/she/it could use a bit of a picker-upper.

"Yo, droog ! You look like you could use a bit of a picker-upper," Said Bob to the Goblin delegate, proffering some rather suspect looking dried fungi." Try these, They will expand your mind to a new level ! ... and don't mind the Dragon..."

Anti - Pope Konrad (to Luna) *Please allow me to try to relieve your stress...* Konrad begins to massage Luna's temples and neck.

(The United Good are renowned as exceptional masseurs throughout the world.)

* Are you enjoying the band ?*
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::Luna begins to relax a bit::

Luna: Very much so. Music has been a huge part of my upbringing... ::she sighs:: I'm just so worried right now. I just got a phone call from our Military Advisor. She says that one of our old allies has recently attacked our nation in the name of exansionism... I can't very well go back untill its over! But at the same time I wish there was something I could do...

A short slight man in dark red and saffron robes quietly arrives at the Presidential table. He arrives alone. He wears glasses and his head is clean shaven. He wears a glorious smile, as if he knows something secret and very funny about every single person present. As he arrives, various people quickly bow their heads and clasp their hands as if in prayer. He pulls up a seat at the table.
*Hello Pap. Congratulations are in order. May you be well and happy.*
The president briefly bows his head and clasps his hands together. He looks up, smiles, and says *Thank you, your holiness. And may you be well and happy also. May I introduce you to the First Speaker?*
*I would be delighted.* says the lama and gives a short laugh of pleasure.
*Speaker, I understand you have been doing great things with our donations...*

His Holiness, the Whilan Lama has arrived.

Beach Beat finishes their set. A fairly large area in front of the stage is being cleared of tables. Anyone seated there who does not enjoy loud music and possible violence is advised politely by the ushers that they might enjoy sitting elsewhere during the next phase of entertainment. A large steel bar and barbed wire cage is being erected around the stage for the next band's set......
:shock: :D :shock:

::Luna watches the setup and her eyes start to get big::

Luna: Umm... ok... this looks.... ineteresting.

A rumor runs through the crowd that the President-elect*s favorite band is about to make a surprise appearance.

The Lama politely suggests that he and the First Speaker retire to quieter quarters for a while.

OOC: I had this development in mind for a while. The imputus for it*s seeing the light of day is the result of a recent issue... :D

"...very well..." the minister reluctantly reaches to Brother Bob's fungi. He doubts that eating them would be healthy, especially with the fact that the person offering them is envisioning dragons. Still, he wouldn't want to be impolite, and so, slowly starts to reach his jaws to the shrooms...
"Well, look at that. He seems like an important fellow," the foreign minsiter diverts Brother Bob's direction towards the Lama, hoping that he won't notice as the minister quickly stashes the shrooms into his pocket.
"I have a feeling we're going to be hearing music that would send my leader into an ecstatic fit," the minister whispers as the cages are carried to the stage.

Security has cordoned off the area in front of the stage. Anyone who wishes is allowed to enter the area, after a quick search to make sure they are not carrying any leathal weapons. Security informs any of the foreign visitors who wish to participate that they do so at their own risk.

A fair number of scruffy looking characters seem to be gathering in the cleared floor space. Most of them seem to be sporting exotic hairstyles, often in colors not normally found in nature (at least not normally here in Daistallia).

Any visitors who wish may retire to another area of the arena, where much quieter and genteel activities will be taking place. This area is accousticly protected.

::Luna walks over to the stage and notices the not so normal hair styles. Luna herself has bright blue hair, (a feature more rare than red heads, but not completely unheard ofin Henceland Omega)::

Luna: I may regret this later... but I'm intrigued...

OOC: Guess who's part of the security cordon? :D

IC: A familiar looking gaurd looks at Luna. "Are you sure you want to go in? It can get pretty rough in there."

The crowd inside the cordon seems to be wearing lots of black studded leather and chains, with lots of facial peircings in evidence.

On stage the roadies are almost finished setting up. The arrival of the "special precussion" equipment (consisting of chainsaws, a gas powered generator, a miniature jet engine, and several BR-2 battle rifles, among other things) is greeted with cheers.

Luna: Umm... interesting percussion sectio you have there... (to herself) I wonder if this is the sort of music Bart and Rit-chan listen too? I guess I'll see what this is about...

Sister Framillia and another female Toban delegate have situated themselves directly in front of the band set up. They have begun chanting and whooping unintelligibly and extremely loudly, much to the consternation of others.

Bro Bob has noticed the Goblin ambassador stashing the shrooms.
BB "Yo, dude ! No need to stash the shrooms for later, I got lots ! Dig in man ! The tunes should get gnarly reel soon and the trippin' will be great ! So, how are you doin' man..." (The last remark was, once again addressed to the empty chair opposite the Goblin.)

Anti-Pope Konrad (to Luna) *This band is very well known amongst my people... one of the members, in fact, is a member of our Church, a follower of St. Cacophonous, Patron involked against Inner Ear Problems and Brain Hemorrhages. May I recommend these ear plugs...*(Konrad takes two pair of earplugs out of his robe, begins inserting one in his own ear and offers the other to Luna)* ... don't worry, you'll still be able to hear everything, only at a much safer decibel level .*

The lights go dark. An explosion lights the stage. A wall of 130 decibel noise explodes from the band. Meet the Dead Lamas!

OCC: much more detail soon. :D

The mosh pit goes wild. Anyone not wearing earplugs (as Konrad has advised Luna) is in for a painful episode and hearing loss.

The band sound something like what one would imagine if Steve Jones, Jim Morrisson, Little Richard, Neil Peart, DH Peliagro, Jimi Hendrix, Mile Davis, Keith richards, Joe Strummer, and Alice Cooper all decided to drop acid, and then formed a band together while on a really, really bad trip. What few lyrics there are, are highly obscene, goss, and offensive, and often racist (but equal opprotunity racist - inserting as many different racial epitats into a song as possible), while being satirical and hilarious.

The line up is:
Guitar/Vocals: Milarapist
Bass: Vajrayogurt
Sax: Hurl Spew
Trumpet: John Crapper
Keyboards/Electronics: Fester
Percussion: Adolf Eichkmann
Special Percussion: Deng Zhao

It soon becomes apparant that the cage is for the protection of moshers from the band as much as it is vice-versa. Half the band is stoned to the gills and the other half is stone cold sober. It is unclear which half is more manic.

The first song up is *NOOk the NOObs!*.

*bump* several machines land near Daistallia, greatings, we come to represent 'The machines of Necronz', we mean no harm......yet.......

*bump* several machines land near Daistallia, greatings, we come to represent 'The machines of Necronz', we mean no harm......yet.......

OOC: Just to let you know, I don*t do future/SF tech. Any attempts to carry out that threat will be ignored. Behave, enjoy the party, and we*ll be fine. Thanks! :8)

The song ends. Milarapist snorts a line, steps up to the mike and says *This next song is called Suicide at the Cloud Nine. Its dedicated to Charlie Daniels!*

::Luna. (who put the earplugs in just before the show) sits aghast::

Luna: I can't believe people find this entertaining... But last time I criticized entertainment I made a bad impression of my nation. I'll just put up with it for now. I must say this is certainly.. different though...

OOC: Hope somebody gets the joke in that last one. :?

Milarapist runs his fingers throuigh his hunter orange hair, snorts another line, steps up to the mike again, and mumbles something incoherent. Maybe it was a count?

The band Blasts into the third song of the set: "Melkor's Holiday Camp for Elves".

A random mosher passes Luna a thin tightly rolled hand rolled "cigarette".

OOC: that ain't no tobacco. But you knew that already, didn't you?

Sister Framillia has been running in circles non-stop since the music began, slamming into random guests, not all of whome were dancing.

Brother Bob is arguing the finer point of 8-ball with the empty chair opposite the Goblin ambassador quite unaware of the 'music'.

Anti-Pope Konrad (just before the third song) gestures to Luna to remove her earplugs for a moment. * Shall we join the others in the mosh pit?*

The foreign minister has no time to answer Brother Bob's suggestion when he's literally thrown off his chair from the oncoming sound waves.
"Oh for Heaven's sakes!" he screames, though his voice can hardly be heard over the noise, and he smashes his fists into his large, drooping ears. "I think I shall retire to that more quiet area they spoke of!" Saying this, he begins to run for the door leading to the less thrash metal-ish room. Unfortunately it takes the whole song (and the second one) for his small feet to reach the door.
"...and they say one should experience all forms of art..." the minister mutters as he slams the door shut behind him, the sounds still bouncing from one ear to the other in his head.

OOC: Ok, this hasn't really got anything to do with the RP, but I'd rather not make this a public thread. I'm thinking of starting trade soon, but I'm wondering if I should start the topic in the NationStates or the International Incidents rooms? Sorry for disrupting the RP Daistallia, but I really didn't want to bother and post this as a thread.

OOC: No problems. I enjoyed having you here for the fun. And trade usually goes in Intl. Incidents. :D Good luck and see you around.

::Luna's eyes grow as big as saucers::

Luna: A MOSH PIT? Me? Umm... If it's all the same to you, I'll just stay back here and listen. But don't let me hold you back. Go right ahead!

Anti-Pope Konrad (to Luna) : I shall return if a few moments, my dear !

Konrad reinserts his earplugs and leaps over the barrier. Although Konrad is in his early fifties he is a fan of the Dead Lamas having taken a personal interest in the spiritual development of one of the band's members; Fester started her young career performing heavy metal youth services at the St. Cacophonous Cathedral in Konrad's home town.

A rumor runs through the crowd that the President-elect*s favorite band is about to make a surprise appearance.

The Lama politely suggests that he and the First Speaker retire to quieter quarters for a while.

OOC: I had this development in mind for a while. The imputus for it*s seeing the light of day is the result of a recent issue... :D

OOC: Sorry it has taken me so long to respond....

The first speaker stands "Of course,let us retire and busy our minds with conversation."

OOC: No problems. I enjoyed having you here for the fun. And trade usually goes in Intl. Incidents. :D Good luck and see you around.

OOC: Thanks. I wouldn't leave the party so early, but it's slowing down interaction a lot. The foreign minister's the one who usually makes the 'official statements', so with him out celebrating, no statements. Sigh, that's the problem when you RP a nation with only one sane person... :roll: Well, I'll be seeing you! I might be holding a diplomatic meeting of some sort myself some time, and you're all quite welcome! Bye!

IC: The foreign minister fearfully peeks in and realizes the third track is merely beginning. Running quickly inside, he grabs his cane and wolf pelt cloak.
"Very nice celebrations, however, I feel I must be leaving, what with the thrash metal and all. I have a feeling the warlord has utterly wrecked our nation, and I have to go check on him. My best regards to the president. Ta-ta!" Saying this, he whisks around and begins to march off, poking his ears to remove the horrid ringing.

OOC: I have been considering ending this for about a week or so myself for many of the same reasons mentioned by The Goblin Rights Move.
However, the party has been going strong for over a month real time and UG and HO are having fun. So here is the plan. The Lama and the first speaker have retired for the evening. President Ti will retire for the evening shortly. The bands and the party will continue as long as there is interest.

::Luna looks at the mosh pit and shakes her head::

Luna: Music like this makes me wish I could go home but... ::She checks her cell phone:: Yeah, the war's still going on. I guess I'll just watch Konrad make more of a fool of himself! Ha ha!

::As the band and the celebration in general seems to have died down, Luna decides to head back to Henceland Omega, hoping her nation is still holding up in light of the attacks. She leaves her business card on the table as an afterthought...::

Anti-Pope Konrad, slightly unsteady after slam dancing for the last ½ hour, notices Luna leave her table.He moves toward her, but is blocked by an anorexic woman in a flowing white robe babbling incomprehensibly.

Luna is gone and all Konrad has to remember her is her card.

::The business card reads:

Luna Althena: Personal Advisor to His Henceness, Holy Emperor Corran of the Holy Empire of Henceland Omega, in The Lake Erie Tropical Island Region. Liason to the people. Office hours 1pm-3pm M-F. Appointments recommended but not necessary. Phone: (number is listed)::