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The Freedom Experiment Welcomes You To
----------------The Great Resort
-------------------------A Paradise

Introduction [OOC]
What is the Great Resort? What makes it so special? Both questions can be answered in a simple explanation. The Great Resort is a place where national rulers or other characters can visit. How? RP an entrance. RP interaction. RP almost anything you want. You are free to do many things in the Great Resort. This is an IC RP and almost anything could happen - this RP could go in any direction. It is basically like a party RP, but is far looser. To understand this further, read the Plot heading.

Plot
What is the point of this? You are invited to a resort in paradise. It is in the nation The Freedom Experiment, a highly liberal nation in which many freedoms are granted - much looser than what you may be used to. You RP an entrance and your stay in this resort. There are many hotels and beaches. Almost anything can happen here at the Great Resort, so let's start....

Characters Involved
This is a list of all characters involved in this RP and which nations control them.

Locations
This is a list of some of the locations in the Great Resort. More will be added to this list occasionally.

Freedom Airport
This airport is one way people can enter. This is the entrance via air (airplanes, helicopters). Dozens of planes can fit in the Freedom Airport at one time. Freedom Airport is close to Liberty Hotel.

Liberty Hotel
This is one of the places people can stay in. There 300 of rooms, 100 per floor. There are four floors and the first one is the loby.

Left Docks
These docks are just one way people can enter. This is the entrance via sea (boats, ships). Dozens of boats can fit in Left Docks at one time. Left Docks are close to Leisure Beach.

Leisure Beach
This is just one of the beaches in the Great Resort. This is on the western coast of the island in which the Great Resort is located.

Liberty Bridge
This bridge is just one way people can enter. This is the entrance via land (cars, bikes, etc.). This is a huge bridge. Liberty Bridge is on the north side of the island.

More coming soon.

Tag, will be posting here soon.

*tag* for later...

"Sir, message for you." A digitial message boy's voice said on Hack Na’Tralin's computer. Sigh, what now? the Domestic Advisor to the King thought. The ad popped up, The Great Resort? Hmm... he read on. "Well, mabye I'll send that intern boy, Niccan? Yes, Niccan..." He pushed a button, and a message boy came in not a moment later. "Yessir, you called?" he said. "Yes, get Mr. Niccan for a minute, would you?" he asked. "Yessir."

A while later...

...so you want to go?" Na'Tralin asked Rob Niccan. "Um, well, sure sir, but I have one question, why are you sending me?" he asked. He wanted to go, but he was smart, and when a intern gets a meeting with a top offical, somethings up. "Well Niccan, it's because it's not really anything political, so you don't have to be skilled like that, and your a good kid, I think that a long, all-expenses paid vactation would be good for you." Hack repiled. "Well, ok sir, I'll go."

"Alright, go downstairs, look for the black esclade, your leaving now."
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A PC-5 was coming fast, landing quickly on the tarmac at Freedom Airport.

More people need to join...

Well then, you need to bump it. ;)

No. I'll give it a shove instead.

The boat had arrived at Left Dock, he paid the man and grab his briefcase and "Guitar case". He made his way off the dock towards the cab waiting for him, he was Tony Punchanelo or some knew him as "Machin Gun Tony". He is 6'2, wieghs 175 pounds (Mostly muscle) blonde hair, blue eyes. He wares the typical mobster outfit, the stripped italian suit, the nice shoes, the hat and the black trench coat with the fur colar. All his fingers had a ring on them but enough of his discription. He made his way to the cab, placed his luggage in the back and got in.

"Here's fifty now get me to Liberty Hotel and step on it, I want to enjoy my vacation".

The cab driver nodded and the car drove off for the hotel.

just a helpfull BUMP!

He arrived at the hotel. He enterd and recieved his room key and made his way to the third floor, he had orderd one of the more fancier more private rooms. Once inside he unpacked his lugage and walked out onto the balcony, he stared at the paradies he was in.

"Simply beautifull, sometimes it feels good to be a gangster"

He smiled and whent back inside.

.::TAG::.

The Great Resort of the Freedom Experiment? Sounds like fun. Mercenary Infiltrator Mucra looked up from his computer screen. He had been recieving minor hack jobs from Cateran Underlords, but nothing really fulfilling. He could use a good vacation. He sent the following autoresponse to all his contacts:
[code:1:2229046d42]Heading to Great Resort. Location: Freedom Experiment. Duration: Unknown. Will reply properly upon return. Those who seek to hire at Resort will be turned down.[/code:1:2229046d42]

"A 'Great Resort,' eh?" the Vice President said to himself. "Perhaps that's the break I need."

Stepping off the plane, Marissa Devenish lowered her sunglasses over her eyes to ward off the glare from the midday sun. The brochure had claimed this was the place to come to for freedom, and if there was something that Marissa liked it was experiencing freedom. The Empire could be quite stifling at the best of times, but the Imperial family had even more pressure on them to behave in a certain manner, and for a young twenty-four year old woman, that tended to have its disadvantages.

Making her way through the airport and travelling to her hotel, Marissa allowed herself a chance to let her gaze fall upon the scenery. She smiled as the view filled her sight, the golden sands the blue sea, each making up the paradise she had expected.

Finally reaching her destination, Marissa stepped out of the car, and made her way to the reception. Handing over her passport and reservation documents, she chatted away happily to the man behind the desk, before accepting her keys and making her way to her room.

Upon entering, she watched then tipped the bell hop as he placed her luggage on the rack ready for unpacking. As he left, she sat herself on the bed then fell backwards, looking up at the ceiling. She planned to have fun on this trip.

He left his room and made his way down stairs to the lobby ware he looked around. His cell went off and he answered it.

"Hello? Oh hello boss. Ya im on vacation remember. Everything ok? Just checking on me? Ok what ever you da boss"

He hung up and made his way over to one of the large chairs in the lobby and sat, hopping perhaps some one would come by and talk to him or something.

General Davis looked over the pamphlet he'd received in the mail that morning

Beaches? Hotels? I am sooo there! he thought To bad i can't be, too many pressing issues, namely this war with The Volga...when thats over, oh man I'm so going on vacation!

He made a note of it on his PDA

OOC: I plan to get involved with this as soon as i can, right now, circumstances wont permit me. General Davis is the head of the Office of Internal Security, My only question, are firearms and guards premised? I wouldn't be using them, but, as many important world figures would be here, it'd would only be natural to assume they would have protection with them, but,t his is your RP, is i figured id better ask!!

Jane Tsai steped off the commercial airliner.

"Nice place they got here." she quiped softly to herself.

Nice, and far away from where the action was. She still pondered their reasons for sending her here, completely sure that their excuse was complete bullcrap.

"A.P Tsai, you heard about this new 'Great Resort' opening up? We've had agents here checking over the resort's background but G.P feels that we need a agent on the ground. You've just volunteered."

Volunteered her ass. They KNEW that she hated these so called 'recon' assignments; assignments, made up by some flathead in the ministry, to be given to those that the ministry felt were burning themselves out.

She would have prefered to work on another operations; which, she supposed in the back of her mind, was the REASON she was given this bulls*hit assignment in the first place, though she would never admite it to herself.

"Hell.. maybe I'll find a drug smuggling ring or something"

Out of the clouds, hurtled a somewhat precariously piloted learjet, painted garishly in black, yellow and red, and with the logo of aging Nimzonian punk rock band Chokeface emblazoned on the side.

The jet approached the Freedom airport, swerving drunkenly as the pilot, lead guitarist Erik Schnerffel tried to line it up with the runway. This wasn't going particularly smoothly, because his new, highly expensive and ridiculously oversized eyebrow piercings were obsuring his vision. Erik had so many piercings, that when he moved it sounded like a toolbox falling down some stairs. Just about every conceivable part of his anatomy was pierced at least twice, and he gleefully taunted the papirazzi with those piercings they hadn't managed to get photos of yet. At first glance, one might consider him to be bald, before realising that the tall, bright neon-orange spiky thing on top of his head was actually his hair.

"Easy, keep her steady." Vocalist Erwin Olssen advised, in his low, wheezy voice. Erwin was short, greasy, and breathed like Darth Vader. Nobody knew how he managed to record his fiery, angry vocals; after years of smoking just about every substance known to man, and a few others, he spoke in a tight, wheezy manner that sounded like he was suffocating on his words. He tended to dress mostly in leathers, his reasoning being that leathers didn't rot as quickly as anything else he tried to wear. Unlike Erik's sharp, bright spiky hair, Erwin's was dark, greasy, and limp, and had a disturbingly slick quality to it.

"I'm keeping her fragging steady!" bellowed Erik, who only had one tone of voice - a sort of cross between a shout and a shriek. "Go sit in the back, Os, you're tipping the nose down!"

Os Lyting, the band's drummer, extracted himself with difficulty from the seat behind the pilot's, and trundled off towards the back of the plane. The main impression Os gave was of size; as well as being nearly seven feet tall, he was also enormously fat, and probably weighed close to six hundred pounds all told. His huge, pudgy face was framed by long blonde hair, that fell down to his considerable waistline, and a huge, braided blonde beard of equal length. Os rarely spoke; the opinion among the papers was that he had somewhat less brain capacity than a squirrel, but there was the confusing contradiction that he had a bachelor's degree in material engineering.

"Ah! That's better!" Erik roared, "Everyone hang on to something, I'm bringing her down! How are you doing, Trygg!?" he addressed a small urn that sat in the co-pilot's chair. Trygg Tryggsson was the band's bassist, and had died several years earlier of a heroin overdose of such magnitude, that it was probably one of the most expensive ways anyone had died. The band still talked to the urn that contained his ashes as though he was still there.

"Good, that's what I like to hear." Wheezed Erwin, to some imagined response.

The jet touched down, bounced up, touched down again, and then skidded and swerved along the runway until it came to a halt. After a few moments, Erik kicked the door open, with his huge Doc Marten boots.

"We're Heeeeere!" he bellowed to the airport.

Senator Dennis Xavier stepped onto his Senate Gulfstream G5. It was good to be a Senator. There was not a lot of work to do, and plenty of perks. Most of The Captain's laws had been decided upon, and his duty was to sit back along with his 499 other colleagues.

It would be good to get a nice vacation away from his penthouse in Mount Captain and his mansion in the hills.

His plane landed at the Freedom Airport, where he'd hired a limo-- on the people, of course-- service to take him to the hotel.

Tony rose to his feet and brushed himself off, he made his way outside and to the cab that was still thare.

"To the airport, perhaps I might bump into an old friend or someone"

"yes sir"

The cab sped off to the airport

Senator Xavier checked into the hotel and went to his room. A few minutes later he was changed and downstairs in the bar sipping at a nice aged scotch.

Emperor Johnston waddled of the play ground(the play ground is just a different RP) and flew the the great resort where he planned to eat sleep and watch HBO in the late hours of the night :wink: :wink:

OOC: Arrgh! I wrote a big long post, then the thread went and died...

[OOC: You could bring activity back to the thread...]

Nalonis, the famous Elven Vice President of Nanakaland, flew a private jet into Freedom Airport. Several dozen Elite Special Forces bodyguards swarmed the area, making sure it was safe. Soon, a private limo pulled up and Nalonis was escorted to Liberty Hotel. The buzz of a helicopter could be heard as some Elite Special Forces soared over the limo in an ANAH to make sure no trouble was started.

:tag:

Mike Ciceroni grinned. He hads been having a great time since he got off the plane. The sun was shining, the air was warm...it was perfect.

Straightening out his shirt, he smiled as he walked down the beach, looking at attractive women in bikinis. Though pleasing as all of this was, Mike's purpose was to spy, not relax.

According to Papa's (Mario Ciceroni , the founder of the criminal empire) orders , he was to see if this would be a wise investment. They had sent Mike, because Mike was, bluntly, the family hitman.

Looking around he spotted a bar. Grinning he walked inside. There he saw Senator Xavier and sat next to him. Ordering a shot of whiskey, Mike grinned at the Senator and said, "Good morning, isnt it. Senator Xavier right?"

{The Palatium (Residence of the -Noir- head of state), -Noir- capital city of Miltia. Chancellor Keiji walks into his study on the third floor. He immediately sees a large stack of official government documents lying on his desk, alongside his various homework}

Keiji: Argh...I just got back from another meeting...I need a break...

{He sits at his desk, with a ton of papers in front of him. Then suddenly his phone goes off}

Keiji: Shoot...Annoying papers! I can't...Get...To...My keyboard.

{Keiji carries off the papers and soon clears off his desk. Keiji presses a the "Phone" button on his touch-screen built into his desk and a holographic image of a lady is projected on a small, flat, round stand near the edge of one corner of his desk}

Keiji: What is it now Laura?

Laura: Sir, Mireille is on line 1...And You have some unread email...

Keiji: 'k...Umm...Can you come here and help me file some of these papers...And also sort out the useless junk in my inbox.

{Keiji points to a stack of papers on the floor, which had previously been on his desk. The hologram turns around and looks at the stack of papers and nods her head, and then turns back to face Keiji}

Laura: Yes, sir. I will be there in just a minute.

Keiji: Good...That is all...Just come when I finish talking with Mireille.

Laura: Yes, sir.

{The hologram fades away. Keiji turns back to his touch-screen and presses the "line 2" button. Another hologram appears, but this time it is of a young teenage girl, still in her school uniform}

Keiji: Hey, Mireille...What's up?

Mireille: I was just calling to make sure you got all your books...I'm still at school, so I can pick up some other books you don't have there with you...

Keiji: Hmmm...I think I have all my books...

Mireille: 'k...Oh...So how was the meeting?

Keiji: Boring as usual...Just like english class...

Mireille: Hehe...Is it that boring?

Keiji: Yup...

Mireille: I'll drop by and pay you a visit to liven you up...

Keiji: Sure...You come by everyday...

Mireille: Of course! Because I love you sweety!

Keiji: Mmmk...I'll send someone to pick you up...

Mireille: 'K...I'll be at the main entrance by the statue...

{The hologram fades away. Keiji turns back to his computer console and begins to check his messages}

Keiji: Hmmm...A new resort...In The Freedom Experiment?

{Keiji scrolls down and reads the rest of the mail}

Keiji: Hmmm...I need a vacation, actually...Maybe i'll pay a visit to this place for a couple of days...

{Keiji looks at the rest of the pictures in the message}

Keiji: The beaches look nice...Heh...Still can't compare with the beach we have at Second Miltia...But nice, nonetheless...Hmmm...

{Keiji continues reading. He looks at the article about the Liberty Hotel and then to the other attractions}

Keiji: Hmm...Why not...Mireille would like it also...

{Keiji presses the "Intercomm" button on his touch-screen and Laura's hologram appears again on his desk}

Laura: Yes, sir? Are you finished with your call?

Keiji: Yes, i'm finished...

Laura: Then i'll be there in a minute to help you with your papers...

Keiji: Wait...Get my jet ready...I'm going to go on a short vacation...And also get someone to pack my stuff...And also pack some stuff for Mireille...She's coming also...

Laura: Yes, sir...And about the papers?

Keiji: File them and i'll get to some of them before "wheels up." That is all...

Laura: Yes, sir...And, sir, Mireille is here...

{Mireille walks into the room, still dressed in her school uniform, penny-loafers, and loose socks (think Japanese school uniform)}

Keiji: I know...That is all Laura...

Laura: Yes, sir...

{The hologram fades away, and Mireille walks up and stands in front of Keiji's desk}

Mireille: -Noir- Special Ops Lieutenant Mireille Yuki Bouquet reporting for duty, sir!

{Mireille salutes to Keiji, who quickly salutes back, while looking very stern and serious at each other. After a few seconds both of them start to laugh and loosen up. Mireille clears off some junk off of the edge of Keiji's desk and sits at the spot}

Keiji: So...What did I miss at school?

Mireille: Nothing much...

Keiji: Hmm...How's a short vacation sound to you?

Mireille: Cool! When?

Keiji: When the plane is ready...I had someone get some stuff packed up for you...

Mireille: But...

Keiji: Don't worry...It should be enough, where you can choose which clothes you want to bring before getting off the plane}

{The intercomm goes off, but this time Laura's voice is only heard}

Laura: Sir, your plane is on the tarmac and ready to fly...Your car is waiting for you downstairs.

Keiji: Good...Come on, Mireille, let's go.

{Both of them walk out of the room towards the waiting Maybach, which drives them to the airport}

OOC: Woah, it's suddenly come back to life. I'll post in the morning. Too tired right now...

At first it all seemed to good to be true, the flight into Freedom Airport was amaizing, the beautiful waters we ever more crystal clear than the ones at home. The sand on the beaches sparkled like diamonds before the foot of the ocean, people were milling around like ants with a preconcieved notion of where they were going and where they wanted to be. " I hope I am that relaxed when I arrive" I thought to myself. Once the plane landed, I was greeted by the Stretch Hummer sent from Liberty Hotel. Free drinks on the inside and an informational video about the island were waiting on the inside. The ride there was quick and once there I was greeted with smiles and the sense of genuine happiness. I checked into my room, the V.I.P suite and went up to the top floor. When I opened the door, I entered the room and my jaw dropped and I was at a shortness of breath. This was the way I had dreamed it, what a vacation this would be!

TAG

(Just a tag, for now. I've fallen into something of an RP slump, especially with poor old WoS, I really should send Sir Henry. Not sure when I'll be back, but I'm hoping this will be enough to encourage me. Get the key to the liquor cabinet, Sir Henry's stirring!)

[OOC: The Freedom Experiment is a puppet nation of mine. This idea is sort of like a thread called Pirate's Cove I created under another nation back in April or May (both the thread and the nation are long lost).]

Delta Omega is not the harsh dictator type as her country would lead you to believe, with a scrawny little body and messy bright red hair and big, bright green eyes. Although she is a nation leeder she has never been seen in public for this reason. 50' off shore from the left dock a large yacht was sailing quietly to the resort untill a alrge splash sound was heared the guards at the dock looked around curiously and when nothing surfaced they forgot about it. a few minutes later the ship had sailed of and a voice from the watter yelled up "YOO HOO! MISTER GUARDIE PERSON!" with a lot of effort she through her one small suitcase up on the dock and was hoisten pu with a rope...with out bothering to explain why she jumped ship, she took her soaking wet self and suitcase and started walking to the first hotell she could find.

Leaving their jet parked at an inconvenient angle, the members of Chokeface made their way across the runway, to the terminal, with the general assumption that many rich people have, that somebody will take care of their luggage for them.

About halfway across, they began to experience a certain amount of uncertainty, about whether or not they would be allowed to bring their copious selection of recreational substances through customs.

"I told ya!!" bellowed Erik, "You can bring any crap in you like!!"

"Yes, yes" wheezed Erwin, calmly, "But did you actually find out, or is it just a guess, like that time with the nuns and the trampoline?"

"What!?" yelled Erik, "It's a freedom experiment, ain't it!? You can do what you like!!"

"Sounds just like marketing, to me." said Erwin, and glanced to Os, who shrugged.

"Well, if they don't let us in," bellowed Erik, "then I'm taking my 'shrooms to a country where they don't give a crap!!"

"Sshhh!" Erwin raised his hands, "We'll do like we did in that gig in Rome. Hide all our gear on Os - nobody wants to strip-search him."

Os grinned behind his beard. Erik and Erwin took large suspicious packages from their clothing, and handed them to the drummer, who 'disappeared' them into his beard, and other places about his person that no sane person would ever want to look.

Erwin wasn't taking too many chances, though, so he saved a few of his 'special' cigars, lighting them all up, and passing one each to the other members, and keeping three for himself, sticking one in each side of his mouth, and keeping the other in his hand on 'standby'.

They headed off towards the terminal, Erik striding ahead like some blatant, horrific, radioactive-hedgehog-headed harbinger of doom, with his piercings and huge boots. Erwin shuffled along greasily after him, puffing on all three cigars, and Os brought up the rear, reverently carrying Trygg's urn.

i was going to post something but i forgot what...

OOC: Is this RP still going or what?

OOC: Dunno. It had a sort of revival, but then died again. I don't know if I can be bothered anymore.

[OOC: This is the RP that people do in their spare time. It'll be active and inactive in cycles.]