The grand tour of Xanthal (closed RP).
The Xanthalian government is extending an invitation to anyone interested to take a tour of all of Xanthal, including some behind-the-scenes bonuses! There is room for three tourists on the roster, and each nation can provide only one tourist. Tourists can be government delegates or just rich citizens with a lot of spare time. Each tourist must pay $1,000,000 fee for the tour.
We will send High Preist Vala. *$1,000,000 wired*
One signed up, two to go!
One signed up, two to go! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:
[quote=Xanthal]One signed up, two to go! I want to sign up Even though i dont know whats going on and if you dont let me sign up i will beat you up and pee on you SO LET ME JOIN WHATEVER IT IS YOU TWO SCOUNDRELS ARE UP TO OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND DO THE FOLLOWING ............... BEAT YOU UP PEE ON YOU AND FOR FUN CUT OFF ALL 10 OF YOUR FINGERS AND TOES AND WHATEVER ELSE I THINK SHOULD BE CUT OFF (GUESS) NO MATTER WHAT IT WILL HURT SO LET ME JOIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :twisted:
You can join, but only if you settle down and RP like a civilized person.
A short balding man sits at a cluttered desk. The name plate reads John Rogers, intel specialist fourth class. On the floor surrounding him are stacks and stacks of papers. The end of the year has come up and all the paperwork absolutely had to be processed. Especially the budget calculations....... Rubbing his sparsely covered hair - Dammit, why did I have to get stuck with this shit? Been doing the same frick'n job for the past 7 years...........when am I gonna get a break? Heaving a great sigh, he resignedly moves to the next stack of papers. Shifting the stack aside, a single sheet falls out and floats down onto the ink blotter. On it in big words say -
Come to see the wonders of Xanthal!
Hmmm? What's this? I wonder how this got here...... Looking over the sheet carefully, he tapped his oversized nose, contemplating. Entertaining the thought in his mind, he pulls up the yet to be completed budget balance for the year. He eyes the total carefully. Still several million left for...what's this? "Extraneous expenses.........." Thinking quickly in his mind and looking around at the surounding stacks.......I'm sure Jomes Band can do without a small bit of his gambling budget...... With his mind made up, he quickly draws up a response on an official letterhead for transferance of funds.
To: Xanthal
From: Sketchian tours, *see the Galaxy*
Dear fellow Xanthal tourist industrialist,
We have one (1) elderly gentleman of influence who wishes to visit Xanthal and partake of this grand tour being offered. Please find enclosed the $1,000,000 fee, plus an extra $1,000,000 to be placed in an account under this name and number - Jomes Band, 1337-007-123-456-7890
Enjoy the view,
Sketchian tours *see the Galaxy*
Sketch: OOC: Jomes Band? Nice.
IC: Welcome to the tour. One spot left.
Bump for the last participant.
John Rogers receives the Xanthalian acceptance notice through a clandestine Sketchian touring company front. Giddy with the success of his risky gamble, he hurridly fabricates the rest budget expenditures for the rest of the balance. Let's see.........a few mil here, couple thou there, random numbers here..........looks good! Finishing up the "official" paperwork, John gathers his stuff and heads out to go home. The office secretaries noticed an unusally happy Mr. Rogers that day.....
One last bump before I go with the people I've got.
Then here we go...
IC: The leader of the tour is a stocky Xanthalian male. He looks slightly annoyed at his assignment, but he's determined to do the best that he can. He shakes hands with High Preist Vala and Jomes Band in turn as they all stand at the Xanthalian spaceport just outside of New Krytan on the planet Aellis V. "Hello, and welcome to the tour! My name is Gabriel Horaldo, and I'll be escorting you on your adventure! If you'll follow me to the tourbus, we'll get started!" He walks onto the 'bus', a large and luxurious hovercar (about 10X4X3 meters inside) with a bathroom and replicator installed aboard. There are only five seats on the hovercar, leaving lots of legroom. There is a small table in the center of the floor, allowing a place to sit and eat snacks from the replicator. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the vehicle are made of polished clear steel, allowing for a full view of everything around the passengers. Gabriel sits in the driver's seat, waiting for his passengers to board.
Dressed in a newly purchased suit - using ill gotten funds - John Rogers stops staring in wonderment at his surroundings just long enough to notice Gabriel's greeting. Oh....hi.....**thought**Damn.....how unispiring I sound. Come John.....think! You are Jomes Band right now! Finally snapping out of his daze, he turns to say something impressive and manly to the high priest next to him....only to find the priest and tour guide staring at him quizzically from the door of the luxuriously appointed "tour bus" - Mr. Band.......Mr. Band......? Blushing slightly and wearing a silly grin "Jomes Band" finally goes onboard. Just...umm...taking in the sites.....hehe
High Preist Vala steps onto the tour bus making very sure his long silky robe dosen't get caught in the door. He chants what sounds like jiberish and a floating cushion appears out of thin air. he climbs up and crosses his legs waiting for what lies ahead.
Gabriel sighs and closes the door. "Okay then, first stop is Xanthalian government headquarters in downtown New Krytan." The bus lifts off and heads at a quick pace over the buildings of the massive city towards downtown. Hovertrains fly below the bus throughout the city, both above and below ground. They are the primary mode of planetary transportation in Xanthal. There are no suburbs, only large apartment buildings to house the over two hundred million residents of New Krytan, the capital of the Socialist Republic of Xanthal. "If you have any questions at any time, let me know."
"Will we be meeting your leader?" Vala pulls out a beutiful sword ( http://www.syndicatearmoury.com/medieval-french-russian-swords/gifs/sdk1039a.jpg ) "This is for him."
"Her Excellency the Lady Mimiru is away on a trip to a research facility. You'll be able to leave it for her with her secretary."
Looking at the sword that the preist produced from who-knows-where, Band wonders if he should've brought something as well. Oh well, I'm the tourist here. I should be the one catered to! Satisfied with that thought, he leans back in his seat and indulges in the pleasent tasting snack foods provided.
Looking out the window, Band notices all the activity, the hustle and bustle of.......what were they? Ah yes, the tour guide said "hovertrains"........interesting *thought*. The distinct lack of visible suburbian type landscape interested him somewhat. So....umm....where do the people go when they want a bit of fresh air?
"Alright, I will do that" he says in a calm voice, "Also" he pulls out a golden box incrusted with diamonds and rubies. He opens the box and takes out a golden vial also incrusted with diamonds in a swirling motion. "Make sure she gets this, it is Sand of Time."
Gabriel looks at Vala. "Do I look like a secretary? I'll tell you who to give it to when we get there!" He turns his attention to Jomes. "All our air is fresh. If they want the air from the outside they can open their windows or just hang out on the sidewalk."
ooc: not AWOL, have been wating for more tour guidey things to come. You show me something, and my guy asks a stupid question. Your turn to show me something again.
OOC: Well, you're the only one left now.
IC: Vala dies for an unknown reason and is ejected from the vehicle. The remaining two occupants drive on. The bus flies over downtown and lands on a pad near the center of the city. Gabriel disembarks and looks out over the city from their 100-story perch. He then says something to Band which is completely inaudible over the wind and heads inside.
ooc: oh well, last post for tonight though, got morning classes.
ic:
Although somewhat preturbed by the sudden cesation of bodily functions of the other guest, Band shrugs it off mentally. *I'm here to enjoy my vacation, I'm here to enjoy my......* He stops mentally chanting his mantra as the tour vehicle touches down. Following Gabriel, Band disembarks and looks around nervously, noticing that they are perched rather high up in the sky..... He thought about back home, where alll the important functions are placed underground; most of the buildings don't even break the 50 story mark, at least in the sector he came from. The wind whipped past his face, tugging at him from all directions, *better stay away from that edge there*, he thought to himself. Turning to Gabriel, he sees his guide's mouth moving, but no words - as the wind overpowered the sounds of mere speech. Obviously not getting the message, Band obligingly follows Gabriel inside.
Once inside, Band asks Gabriel, what was it that you said? I couldn't hear you over the wind.
"I said 'it's pretty windy, isn't it?'" Gabriel smiles and begins leading his guest down flight after flight of stairs.
*Well that was pretty redundant.....* thought Band as he was lead down some stairs. *Coulda told me before we got out of the vehicle..... Man these stairs are a bother, why the heck are we going by foot? I paid.....well, hehe, not me.....Sketch paid good money for me to take this trip. Shouldn't there be an elevator or something?* Done musing, Band coughs and speaks up - So, erm, where are we going? Seems kinda redundant to go down after we just got up.....
Gabriel shrugs. "Well, the only place to land a ship like that downtown is on rooftops. We could take the elevator, if you'd like."
Now slightly short of breath (Band is nothing more than a glorious paper pusher), he gestures and nods his head. Yes.....yes, that would be nice. What are we going to see?
After a quick walk to the elevator and the beginning of their decent, Gabriel answers the question. "Government headquarters, remember?"
Ah yes, of course. What type of government do you guys run again? Some sort of commonwealth or something? The details escape me.
OOC: What the hell was the government I was running back when this RP started? Hold on a second...
OOC: Okay, I got it.
IC: "It is an elected dictatorship. One of the only effective governments of its kind in the galaxy." Gabriel speaks with a hint of pride. The elevator arrives on the ground floor and he exits, heading outside.