NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: As I said, this is not open to anyone yet. However, it will be soon. I'll tell you when you can post responses from governments and/or organizations, and when you can get characters invovled. Then, it will be a completely open freeform RP.

It's important for you to know that the Govga and Messiae families are like the Kennedys in the United States- everyone knows who they are, they are very wealthy, and have strong ties to politics, in their cases, the Cat Party, the liberal dominant party.

The Govgas are human family, the Messiae are a cat family.

You also have to know that all of our citizens live in massive arcologies, which are essentially cities within huge buildings. Levels are each story of the building, sections are what the levels are divided up into, and compartments are the individual modular pods that make up the equivilent of buildings.

One last thing: firearms are illicit except for police and military. Here, that just serves as a plot vehicle... this RP is not about firearms being banned.


IC: Kitty Messiae sat in his study, watching the videoscreen. He was also working on the computer. He was a cat, Siamese, like the rest of the Messiae family.

On the nightly news, a story was being reported. "In other news, the National Police have discovered a major arms factory. Located in the twenty-second compartment, of the twenty-second section, of the twenty-second level of Arcology I, it had manufactured, but not distributed, over seven thousand automatic weapons. It was reported on a anonymous tip. This is Amy Anala, for FNN News."

Kitty pressed a button on his desk with his paw. The videoscreen turned off. He pressed a button to open his communicator. "Computer, connect me to Ryan Govga."

On the videoscreen appeared the face of Ryan Govga. He has a soft, yet somewhat blase face, and strawberry blonde hair. "Hey, Kitty. I've got horrible news- that new medicine company we invested in- just found out to cause toenails to fall off."

"S*it. Have you sold it?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, good. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Did you watch the news?"

"No. I was busy selling the stock. We really need to fire our broker."

"I'll think about it... but listen. The plan worked. The police raided the place and caught them in the act. I checked... the compartment will go up for police auction on the morrow."

"Excellent. I'll try to swing getting the equipment and weapons through my uncle. You order all the non-illegal stuff."

"Got it."

With that they cut the transmission, and they both had a look of long-awaited expectation on their face.

OOC: Now, your governments and/or organizations can make public annoucements, but not get involved in the roleplay.

IC: Kitty Messiae and Ryan Govga walked down towards the lift. Both we dressed in typical Feline fashion- which has most people changing styles daily depending on their mood, through massive "Clothes Coops" where people, each day, pick a new piece of clothing, and put back in the old one.- Kitty was in a business suit, typical Feline fashion: Tight, tie was narrow, only about five centimeters wide, and went straight down until it came to two sixty degree angles which brought it to a point. The suit was black jacket, black pants, black tie, white shirt. Ryan wore dot-com esque business casual: a dark blue shirt, khackis, etc. Both wore fedoras, one of, if not the, most common accessory in Feline after electronic devices.

They climbed into it, and selected on the map where they wanted to go- Level 22, Section 22.

Their people had already set it up: A water filled flexible stage, like a giant waterbed- very popular for high-class events in Feline, but only when the water is colored and a light was placed inside. It was. A large sign over the doorway to the compartment, but it was covered with a cloth. Speakers. Podium. Pamphlets. It was all done. A crowd of journalists, eagerly following every move of the Govga and Messiae families, was outside.

The lift, pushed up by air, quickly accelerated through the pneumatic tube shaft. Their elevator music that they had chosen for this trip- a loud, bombastic jazz rendering of The Godfather Waltz- interesting, when you read on.

The doors of the lift opened to the clicks and beeps of dozens of paparazzi digital cameras. The speakers began to play Also Sprach Zarathrustra as the walked up on the platform, and the light began to pulsate. After Zarathrustra finished, they began to speak.

"Greetings, Cat City (OOC: The official nickname of Arcology I). Greetings, Feline. Greetings, Haven (OOC: Our region). Greetings, World." said Messiae.

"My friend here and I have decided to start a secret society. Well, more of a society with secrets." said Govga.

A button was pressed, and the cloth was blown off, revealing a stylized cat's claw, with the word CLAW writted above it in large, bold, oriental-seeming (but not in an oriental language, they just convey the essence, so to speak) seeming letters. Below it, in decidedly Roman or Greek looking text was insribed a latin phrase: Ex Fraudatio Libertas. From deceit liberty.

"It will be called the Cat Liberal Advanced Warriors... CLAWs. But don't worry, we won't actually be waging war." said Messiae in a visionaryish tone, thinking to himself of the real plans. Govga did as well.

"But we will metaphorically. A metaphorical war against the forces of conservatives, reactionaries, fascists, and all those who oppose freedom. It will be funded out of donations and out of the Govga and Messiae family fortunes." said Govga.

"We will not entertain further questions at this time. Detailed statements will be released later today from my family's office, and from his. Thank you."

They went inside, and prepared to recieve their deliveries... disguised as deliveries of furniture. They were assured saftey- they fit with the Cat Party's goals, and they had firm connections there.

OOC: Please note that Feline has a system of knighting people and the associated hierarchy, but they don't get anything but a medal for it.

Also, note that subterfuge, manipulation, deception, and the like are common features of our politics.

IC:

Once inside, they checked on the status of their deliveries: They would be coming through the pneumatic tubes within the compartment.

"One minute till they begin arriving."

A minute later, illegal weapons, espionage devices, and all sorts of things that would fit came pouring through the tube. They rapidly unloaded them as they came. "In about an hour hence, the larger things will begin to arrive."

They talked, and set up what they had. In an hour, some vehicles, machinery, etcetera, showed up at the compartment.

They then sent out invitations: There would be exactly, and never more than, 484 members. At first, only twenty-two members (including the founders) would be recruited and trained- then, they would disperse through the world, and recruit twenty-two members each.

15 of the invitations went to residents of Feline, the remainder went to members of the world community. Govga and Messiae trusted these invited members, and had known them for a long time, although there was blackballing involved in the selection.

The Govga and Messiae families' offices released the following statements:

Master Ryan Govga, of the famed and oft-knighted Govga family, and candidate himself for his work in activism, has created a new activism organization with Master Kitty Messiae. This organization, entitled the Cat Liberal Advanced Warriors, is headquarted in Cat City. It will consist, at first, of twenty-two members, and eventually a total of four-hundred eighty-four, all by invitation.

It will advocate liberal culture, politics, policies, and such worldwide through the use of political manipulation, propaganda, and hosting cultural functions in countries.

The Government is considering what powers to grant this new NGO. A final decision is expected by tommorow.

If one may wish to send monetary donations to the CLAWs, they may send them to account number 234256 in the Bank of Feline. Donations of goods may be sent to compartment (1)22-22-22.

The Cat Liberal Advanced Warriors is a non-governmental association with the aim of spreading liberalism through the world through standard political actions. It is limited to twenty-two invited members at present. The Messiae family backs its member Kitty V in his venture with Ryan Govga III. Donations are not requested, but if they are desired to be made, please send them to BOF account 234256. The CLAWs is located at (1)22-22-22.

OOC: You can now get involved however you want: One of the foreigners invited, a foreign government opposed to this, an NGO that does not know the true nature and is opposed/allied, or one that does know the true nature somehow and is opposed/allied.

A rather strange guest appeared at the diplomatic function... He was an Argonian, clad in an emerald-green tunic & pants. A katana beautifully crafted from steel hung at his left hip. For an Argonian, he was attractive, something of his people's equivalent of a playboy, signified by his two mates.

The warrior was known as Arakesh Quickclaw. The Quickclaw family was a very prominent clan in Marshland polictics, more liberal than the other Elder Families. Although his mates didn't attend this function with him, the pair of platinum rings in his left fin-ear signified his status as a married male. Golden rings where simple decoration. Steel rings signified that the wearer had killed a person of great standing. Silver rings signified service in the Dark Argonian-Argonian civil war. Arakesh's left ear held no such rings, he was too young to have fought in that war-of-wars. Instead, a necklace of fangs hung from his neck, around twenty in total...

A wolf like creature turns on the world news and sees the ccloth pulled off the statue of the claw. He thinks to himself for several minutes then quickly starts barking commands in his rough language. He leaves the room and changes into a black suit with white pinstrips. He carries no weapons expect his claws and teeth. The ship lands and he walks off the plane to meet with the other foreigners invited to join CLAW. He walks into the room and patienly waits for the meeting to start.

The Quickclaw visitor mingles with the crowd, his rather humorless persona making something of an odd impression on the other guests. It seemed to him that these Khajit knew little of comedy (The Argonian variety, at least), somewhat confused by their remarks, he left in search of what was called a 'bar', there where often such things in parties of this nature...

OOC: Just so people don't think I have abandoned this, I'm waiting until a full seven people have arrived to post.