NationStates Jolt Archive

With the coming advent of summer, the hills of Teatroia are burgeoning with green, and the mood of the people grows in excitement like the trees. As the season comes around, the Teatroiani government hosts the annual Herald of Summer Ball.

The Ball this year, as in many others, is held in the Grand Hall of Teatroia. THe hall is a great room with ceilings the height normally reserved for cathedrals. The two sides of the hall are totally glass, and they provide an awesome view of the surrounding gardens in the plaza. The remainder of the structure is crafted of white marble from some of Teatroia's oldest quarries, with columns of the same rising in two lines perpendicular to the windows near the walls, leaving a grand open area in between.

The center third of this area has been left entirely open for a dance floor, while the other sections provide seating for the dinner to come and the guests that will shortly arrive. The music is played by the Teatroia National Orchestra, and they ares set up to one side of the dance floor. Directly behind them on a raised platform one or two feet high is the head table, where the Teatroiani First Minister, Tarin DelTorre will be seated, along with some of his staff and his distinguished guests.

The gardens to the east are the entryway to the hall, where after navigating a path of finely raised greenery, the various guests are led by escort to the open double doors in the glass to enter into the hall and enjoy their night.

OOC: More to come, peeps, so come to the party! All are invited, please, however, no weapons, hostile takeovers, etc. this time around!

OOC: As bot ha bump and to clear somthing up, feel free to post now, I'll add stuff as we go!

OOC:
I would come, its just that Earth is going to be nearly destroyed shortly, sorry.

((Well, I must say I’m rather intrigued. A few questions, though - one, do you mind if I make up a minor character (perhaps, if you don't mind an Iansislean mission, an ambassador to your country or something?) to send to this? Most of my major ones are otherwise occupied right now.

Two, you don’t mind long, tangental rambling in your threads, do you? I tend to fly off on random birdwalks quite often; just making sure you don’t mind that.

Three, should we RP an enterence, or just sort of ‘appear’ magically?))

((I'm also interested, feel free to post the replies to Iansisle's questions, and I may consider attending myself! It sounds very nice, this hall of yours ;) ))

OOC: OK, since my first try at this didn't work here we go again!

1) Feel free to send a minor character of some sort to the Ball. All I really care about is that someone's there from your country!

2) As long as its not OVERLY long and tangential, feel free to ramble away!

AND 3) Please do RP an entrance. I don't really care if you start outside the country or outside the hall, just RP some sort of entrance.

Thanks all, and hope to see you at the ball!

((sorry for the excessive ooc in your thread - I'll have an actual IC post tonightish - but it is ok for me to have a diplomatic mission in your country, right?))

Ilak smiled as the breeze ruffled his hair.

The earth floated far below him like tiny stamps of reality. Up here he was free.

Majestically a Spotted Font bird sailed on top of a thermal, floating on top of the warm air like a feather in the wind, it looked so free, and a feeling that he could only hope to reach by being up here.

Moving his right hand slowly Ilak felt the paraglide been caught up by the wind and gently he was pushed towards the left, slowly spiralling down. As fantastic as this was, he had duties – back down there to attend to.

With a regretful sigh, he slowly aimed the glider towards the wide strip of grass outside his house.

Overheard the Font bird called out majestically, its graceful call echoing deeply within Ilak. He grinned, feeling the adrenaline of landing rushing through him.

Within a matter of minutes the specially designed glider had landed, carrying, once again, Ilak safely.

A scribe was waiting with a brown robe, which Ilak stepped into, covering his muscular naked body.

“Lord Ilak, you have received an invitation for a Summer Ball at Teatroia, your father commands you to attend.”

He handed over the invitation, along with a brief intelligence report, and a personal memo from his father.

Reading it he chuckled,

“Well, if I remember the ambassadors daughter didn’t seem to upset to see me again.” He finished with a short chuckle.

The scribe, without saying anything, or doing anything for that matter, conveyed immense dissatisfaction. Laughing again he headed for the house wondering who would be at this ball.

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A small contingent of reports, female (and he had to admit it, male) admirers, several priests, and of course, the omnipresent member from ArcSoc had turned out at the airport.

Looking out of the tinted windows of the converted Mercedes Benz CL600 coupe Ilak quickly adjusted his suit, ruffling his gently teased hair he nervously fidgeted with the band of his aviator glasses. All in all, he was pleased with the way he had really taken on that ‘worldly’ image. He wasn’t just the son of the Director rather he was suave, witty charming business person/ambassador, who just happened to profit immensely from his governmental connections.

He was, as the media termed him, a ‘playboy’ part of the new trend of people towards taking on foreign ideals and behaviours. While he at least appeared to honour the Cooler fully, he held the nagging belief in his mind that it was an somewhat outdated religion. If the first Water Coolian nation went under, then why shouldn’t this one? Shaking his head he dismissed those thoughts, as the car pulled up he smiled and whispered ‘show-time’ to himself.

Stepping out to the adoring shrieks of the crowd he gracefully turned his head and gave his trademark smile to the almost blinding flash of the cameras. He bowed towards the crowd, and made all encompassing gesture that was the traditional sign of religious benediction. The crowd quickly retuned the gesture, chanting almost feverishly.

Waving a few more times, Ilak slowly made his way towards the Bombardier Challenger 800 which was to take him to Teatroia.

Already on board the jet were a few scribes, his personal secretary Jah, a priest, a diplomat, and, surprisingly, a trio of republican guards.

Seeing his raised eyebrow Jah, his personal secretary mouthed. “I will explain later”

A few minutes later, the jet was ascending to 19,370 ft, and Jah handed over a red enveloped with a classification symbol of 4c. It read:



Ilak, we are been receiving cowardly threats of war from the Armed Republic of Sephrioth. We do not believe they will attack, or in anyway commit a serious offence; however as a precaution the Director has ordered me to send some guards with you, they are under strict orders to remain innocuous, we do not, repeat, do not want to cause any interruption at this event.

May the cooler be with you,
MilSoc



Thinking deeply about the message Ilak drifted to sleep as the jet zoomed through the air.

((We will arrive shortly Teatroia. Will you have some waiting for us, or will we require our own transportation?)

OOC: We'll get you to the Ball itself, once you get into Teatroia. Just inform IC of your arrival and we'll get you to the actual site.

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The jet slowly began it's descent into the Teatroia airport.

Ilak was in the bathroom/toilet, splashing water on his face.

Ignoring the request of his Jah to be 'seated' he continued to preen. Seemingly at the last minute he stepped out, returned to his seat, and buckled up.

A mere minute later the plane smoothly landed on the airport.

"Sir, the Teatroiaian's are outside ready to transport us."

Gathering himself, he picked up his case, and waited for the procedure too begin.

First a Monk walked down the staircase, a incense censor swinging from his hand. He chanted a traditional chant of safe travel, thanking the Cooler for providing safe travel.

Next the first republican guard step out, his shiny body armour reflecting proudly. Next came the scribes, Jah, another guard, and Finally Ilak, followed by yet another guard walked down the stairs.

They walked along heading for the terminal, waiting for the Teatroia's to arrive, and transport people them.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, put still haven't convinced the powers that be to get better than dial-up.

IC: As the delegation from Water Cooler De Novo landed on the tarmac, three limos were dispatched towards them to pick them up and escort them to the Great Hall. The drivers of each limo stepped out to welcome the delegation, and told them that a more formal welcome would be given at the actual site. They outline the drive which is to take them to the most secnic districts of Teatroia's capital. They estimate the travel time at 15 minutes. They are weclome to ask questions along they way as well.

OOC: I'm gonna pause here if you want to RP the ride there, if not, just blow by it and I'll continue.

Oskar Himmelmann strolled out of the Reichstadt's main entrace to his Custom Mercedes Bentz Limosine which was parked in from of the govermental building. The sky was darkened with clouds as it had been raining all day long over the city of Verlin, the Capital. The Limo drove slowly down the wet streets and Himmelman looked in the mirror that was inside the Magnificent car.

Oskar was in his late 20's but was the Dictator's right hand man...well besides his Generals with he favored over his wife. He ran his fingers through his slicked back black hair admiring himself as if he'd never seen it before:

"driver! to the airport as i am to attend a ball on behalf of our 'beloved' Dictator, were my things packed and my BMW sent to Teatroia?"

The driver lowerd the glass then replyed:

"yes sir all is well, the Romanian lady you have been seeing sir will meet us at your plane, Naudia isn't it?"

Oskar nodded then thought to himself:

"Naudia..lord almighty..if only the wife knew.."


Upon arrival at the airport Oskar's door was opend by a Secret Service agent, Gestapo:

"thank you sir" said Oskar getting out of the car then walking up the stairs to the small private jet.

OOC: i will post more later! lol im out of smokes :( be back soon must take a run to the store

OOC to Baccardi: Keep goin' its already itneresting! Lol

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