NationStates Jolt Archive

It was set to be a medium sized event for the Austar Union. In all its glory, the staff of the Austarian government had dressed and prepared the venue, which was the Chatau De' Alau, built back in the Eighteenth Century. In its splended architecture, it stood tall, and ready for the diplomats of the world.

Many world leaders were expected to attend the bonquet, as it would provide the world leaders opportunity to build personal relationship with others, and so stregthen the political ties of nations globally, and even universally. If nations were to have relations with each other, then so should the leaders of nations. At least this was the view of the the President, who was standing in the main area, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Because it was such a high profile conference, security was of an utmost high, and all weapons at the event had been banned. Of course, the delegates would be protected by much of the National Security Agency, which was world-known for being effective at world events. Not one event held in the Austar Union was breached by terrorists, or any other security-alerting peoples. This wasnt going to be any different. And in efforts to make the event as peaceful as possible, all security was dressed in a formal attire, so they blended in well with the guests.

President Edward Grove stood in the main hall, sipping his wine. His favorite was Port, however he decided that for the sake of the guests, he would save the best till last. Anyhow, the guests were due to arrive at any minute, and soon, he would be in personal discussion with leaders from across the world, just about the simple things of life, and possibly even a hint of diplomacy itself.

OOC: Basically, just roleplay your person (high government official) walking through the front door. There are a few nations who decided to participate, including:

Temme
Aerion
Buechoria
Ravea
Hattia
The Island of Rose
Elizabethshire
Clarecastle
Fodmodmadtol
Ageaol

But to be honest, I would think it unreasonable to just close this roleplay to a few, so anyone is welcome to join in, as long as you are willing to keep things realistic, and peaceful. I would rather not have intergallactic wars breaking out as a result of this, so keep things in perspective. Saying that now, all is well, so happy Roleplaying. :)

Ambassador Nikolai Ilyastein stood at the door, he was a middle aged man, in his 30s. He wore a formal suit, with a black bow tie. It was custom made and beautiful, something you'd get out of an expensive store. But it was handmade, and this would cost over 50,000R. He combed his hair back, he wanted to look good, he didn't want to mess this up, Rosians don't know the meaning of the word tact so... He looked over at his wristwatch. He then made sure he had his wallet and other things. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The hospitality staff at the Chatau opened the grand doors, and welcomed Ambassador Nikolai Ilyastein inside. Instantly, President Edward Grove went to welcome him, as a guest of honor.

Striding across the floor, President Grove extended his hand, "Ah, welcome to Anatoba City Ambassador, Im glad you could join us. Can my staff get you anything to eat or drink?"

Sergei started shaking his hand, his right foot was tapping, he hated wearing a suit. He leaned over to see if there was any food.

"Hello Edwards." Rosians don't really use Mr., only for the President they reserve that right. "Do you have ham croquettes? Or some empanadas filled with meat? Those are so delicious..."

One of the catering people wandered over with a meat platter. Offering them to the Ambassador, the President smiled;

"I havent had much personal relations with any of the Rosians, though I have heard much about your colony in Eropid. What was its name again? New Rose I think it was..."

The Ambassador picks up the croquette and put takes a bite off it. A few seconds later he swallows it, though he still is holding the other half since croquettes are so small.

"Actually now it's Nueva Rose. We couldn't name it New Rose due to copyright infringements... any questions you have about us?"

"Not particularly Ambassador. Actually, so far this event seems a little dull. My government is considering a period of isolationism sometime soon, so I am really unsure of what our presence will be on the international scene anyway. Nevertheless, only time can tell..."

President Grove took a bite, and sipped his wine nicely.

Sergei chuckles, taking the last bite of his croquette.

"Ironically, my Government is trying to burst out, with minimal success..."

Rob Pulson examined the arcitecture of the building he was about to enter, finding it Most impressive. The Austar Union appeared to have security in order, but Pulson was still a little uncomfertable without his sword. He had seriously considered wearing it, but decided against it, wanting to make a good impression on the other leaders.

Pulson was dressed in a teal suit with a bannanna yellow tie, a beret on his head. He paused a moment, then walked through the door.

sounds neat, if its ok that I join, definite taggage

((I'm going to try and join this just as soon as I figure out who I can send. Just fair warning :) ))

People's Admiral Aleksandrov strode through the front door. It was unlikely he noticed the beautiful architecture, as Hattian's have little eye for aesthetics. He was dressed in the dark blue uniform of a naval officers, along with the epaulets on his shoulders indicating his rank and a officer's hat. He wasn't very happy that he couldn't carry his sword with him, which most Hattians did, even to diplomatic events. He had just flown off of his flagship, the Battleship Spirit of the Revolution. He raised his right hand in greeting to the others already in the room.

Nikolai walks over to Alek, scratching his suit. Damn things itch. He thought. He extended his hand towards him.

"My name is Nikolai Ilyastein, I'm the representative from Rose."

At the door now were a pair. Seated in a black-to-all-ends wheelchair was Prime Minister Yishi. She had on a simple white linen gown, no frill or lace, just a simple pleat below the waist. Nice long sleeves though. Behind her was her Personal Aide Nokona. She had a uniform of black, white at the collar and cuffs, nothing fancy at all. She leaned over the Prime Minister, and rang the doorbell.

Sasha Cheenin pulled out her cell phone and checked her voice mail. Nothing appeared to be there. She then rang the doorbell.

I hope I don't twist my ankle in these shoes.

Melanie Riley looked up in awe at the beauty of the amazing Chatau De' Alau, she had never seen such a lovely building in her life, with the exception of the Crystal Palace in Thrope, but she was not allowed to enter there. Melanie had heard about this banquet and decided as Thrope's youngest minister of international affairs she should come here to hear what ideas other nations to better our world and to prove that though she was only twenty-nine she was responsible. She had spent two monthes worth of money on her black silk gown, gloves, boots, and jewelary; and had taken many tax dollars to pay for this trip. Melanie was praying that she would be allowed to enter. She couldn't bare to think what the people of Thrope would do if they found out she had taken their money ,but wasn't able to enter the banquet. I really hope they let me in thought Melanie as she knocked lightly on the door to the main entrance.

Yishi tilted her head back a bit, and spat onto the floor. With a small grin, she looked around. A smell? A smell. A smell!

"Hey look, food! Nokona, hurry!"

Yishi bucked her wheelchair flinging it halfway back. Nokona took a step away, then proceeded to speed off with Yishi toward the food streaking the floor significantly, giggling insanely.


][ Ooc: Don't take the whole spitting thing as an insult. Considered a gesture of good-will. Jah? ][

Slowly walking through the doors, taking her time as always, in strode Alexandria Welsh, Ambassador of the Dysfuntional Peoples. She dressed very modestly, in a dress of red and black, proudly displaying her nations colors. She glanced about and began to walk over to the food. There, she figured, she could accomplish conversation.

A butler opened the door and guided Melanie to the banquet. He gazed in confussion at the tatoo (http://utah.indymedia.org/uploads/lycan.jpgoicbxa.jpg) on Melanie's arm. It was a rather pronounced picture of a werewolf that took up her whole forearm. Many would think it was distasteful and crude ,but Mel found it reminded her of her culture. She walked over to the food and tried to find someone to talk to. I hope no one is offended by my tatoo

Yishi tilted her head back a bit, and spat onto the floor. With a small grin, she looked around. A smell? A smell. A smell!

"Hey look, food! Nokona, hurry!"

Yishi bucked her wheelchair flinging it halfway back. Nokona took a step away, then proceeded to speed off with Yishi toward the food streaking the floor significantly, giggling insanely.


][ Ooc: Don't take the whole spitting thing as an insult. Considered a gesture of good-will. Jah? ][

Nikolai looked as Yishi sped towards the sped past him. He walked towards them, poking Nokona in the shoulder.

"You're a member of the International correct?"

She turned on heel a bit startled, a small roll in her mouth. She mumbled a bit and swallowed it whole. After a few gasps, she smiled.

"What's this International? Oh, and since you haven't had the courtesy to introduce yourself first-"

She tilted her head back and spat at his feet.

"-My name is Nokona, envoy of Fodmodmadtol. Pleasure to meet you."

Another pair stood at the door, awaiting their entrance into the masterpiece of building.

"Stop..STOP rubbing it!"

Prime Minister Lucille Renemi swatted a white paw at the Minister of Foreign Affairs, who had so delightfully licked her thumb and began rubbing at Prime Minister Renemi's cheeks as to rid them of dirt.

"Stop, they're FINE!"

As fur coats were not allowed by moral in Crsyindom, Lucille Renemi wore a simple, lengthy golden dress that was ended at her wrists by white gloves. Her flamboyant red hair was coiled in a beehive with thin silver hoops stuck in her ear, as was the fashion of her country.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Anne DeLucche wore a black dress of similar style without sleeves. Her velvet hair was tied in a gossamer bun, cloaked with a thin strip of veil. It was a gesture of respect to Minister Renemi.

"Damn it, I'm hungry, and if they don't open this door soon, I'll-"

"Hush, Minister."

Melanie decided to go outside quickly to get some air. She wasn't used to be locked up like this. Her office back home had an amazing balcony that she did her work on. As she opened the door she saw two women standing there. She brushed her white shoulder-length ringlets behind her ears and positioning herself so that they could not see her tatoo (http://utah.indymedia.org/uploads/lycan.jpgoicbxa.jpg) ,then offered her hand. "Hello I'm Melanie Riley, the Minister of Internation Affairs for Thrope. Who might you both be?" Melanie scanned both women from head to toe and back with her piercing grey eyes waiting for their responses

Anne took her hand first, which was also customary, and smiled, pale azure eyes twinkling.

"Saluti, Anne DeLucche, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Crsyindom. Pleasure to meet you." She released the grip and sank back next to Renemi, whom after stepped forward to take her turn at the bat.

"Ciao-" Another speckle of light dappled against the Prime Minister's eyes as a friendly twinkle. "-Prime Minister Lucille Renemi, Crsyindom. Long way from Epsilon Eridani. Where are you from? Stretch of a journey, no?"

"Pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm from the Queendom of Thrope. To be honest, this is my first trip outside the country so it did seem to be a long trip." Melanie smiled sweetly at Anne and Lucille. "Would you like to continue this discussion at the food table?" Melanie promptly pointed to the food table unaware she had revealved her tatoo to the other two women. "You both look rather hungry."


OOC: There's a link to the pic of my tatoo in my last two replies.

((OOC: Didn't see that link. Thanks for pointing it out.))

"Food? Goodness, yes. 8 days on a ship and tal fastidio di un giro e-"

Minister Anne cleared her throat and nudged the Prime Minister.

"Oh, yes, where was I. I'd certainly be prepared for a feast."

They both meandered over to the lavish stretch of gorgeous meats and entrees, bowing and smiling to each world leader that crossed their path.

As soon as they arrived, Lucille began picking at and gourging into the foods, swallowing happily.

"Christo, I needed that. Anne, eat, you must be famished."

She smiled and turned to Melanie.

"Thrope..thrope...Where exactly is Thrope? Without a stargate, I'm afraid we're limited on travel. We were lucky to get here."

Anne gratefully scarfed up her fill in the background, admiring the beautiful decorations. Her eyes caught an object.

"Lucille! Look!" She grabbed the Prime Minister's arm, much to Lucille's protest, and pointed at Melanie.

Lucille's eyes widened.

"Is that..?"

Anne nodded and they both rushed at Melanie, scooting past her and stopping at the sight of a magnificent marble vase with a single white rose sticking out.

"A white rose! I haven't see these things in YEARS! Così bello e perfetto-"
She turned around hastily back to Melanie.
"I am sorry, in all my excitement I've been rude to you. Where were we..?"

She turned on heel a bit startled, a small roll in her mouth. She mumbled a bit and swallowed it whole. After a few gasps, she smiled.

"What's this International? Oh, and since you haven't had the courtesy to introduce yourself first-"

She tilted her head back and spat at his feet.

"-My name is Nokona, envoy of Fodmodmadtol. Pleasure to meet you."

Nikolai looks at his feet, full of spit and all...

"My name is Nikolai, No.... Nokona? Oy, too many cultures to learn..."

Sasha was escorted by a butler into the main hall. She decided to go for the hors d'oerves.

Melanie offered a polite smile. "Thrope is in the the North Pacific. Which is such an amazingly large area that I can't even remember who my international neighbors are. Thrope is small ,but it's a wonderful place to live. In fact, I recieved a call on my way here that we have just decided to legalize gay marriage. We're very happy about this. Where is Crsyindom? And if I may be so bold to ask, why is a white rose so important?" Shouldn't have said that ,though Melanie and she popped an elcair into her mouth. Maybe I am to immature and unprepared for this position At that thought, Melanie knew she couldn't afford a screw up. She had to show her people that she could do this.

"Oh, the North Pacific. Yes, I've heard that's very vast. Crsyindom is in the Montelukast region, long, long way from here. We've legalized gay marriage also- well, with not being prone to any religion, our morals and priorities become more accepting. As for the white rose-"

Lucille stopped, taking a sip from a champagne glass Anne had placed in her hand.

"As for the white rose, it's just a rare plant in Crsyindom. See, in Epsilon Eridani, we have very extreme seasons, so many of our frail foliage just sort of..muore fuori..die."

The free voice of Crassuss stood outside the Chatau De' Alau, its complex artificial mind running through files of Austurian etiquette, it wondered whether androids were allowed into banquets, and if it were too rude to be late.

Deciding that it would be best to try the door at least, he strode up to it and knocked. As he did so he straightened out the suit he was wearing, it had had to be specially made for the occasion as the free voice had an unusually tall and thin physique, and just before setting off he'd been given dark glasses to hid his sightless solid purple eyes, which he was assured, would be bound to unsettle guests. his mechanical tail was unavoidable.

Princess Camila Vespuché walked toward the entrance of the Chatau De' Alau confidently, admiring the beautiful architecture of the Austarian Building. She wore a short black dress, a pair of black stilletos, and carried a small black purse.

The young princess walked up the steps to the door, noticing someone who was standing in front of the door. "¡Hola! ¿Está usted aquí para el banquete de la paz? ¿Mi nombre es Camila Vespuché, y usted es?" She stood up at the door and rang the doorbell, and then looked at the person. The man didn't look like something she'd seen before.

Nikolai walks over to Alek, scratching his suit. Damn things itch. He thought. He extended his hand towards him.

"My name is Nikolai Ilyastein, I'm the representative from Rose."

Taking his hand and giving it a good strong shake, he said, "Ah, comrade. It's good to see you, I'm Vladimir Aleksandrov. How are you?"

"Oh I see that makes sense", Replied Melanie to Lucille and Anne. "We have rather normal seasons in Thrope. There are many interesting plant formations. We actually have black roses, but most of the populous avoids them because their right next to the..." Suddenly a scent catches Melanie sensitive nostrils. She begins to shake and make a rattling growling sound in the back of her throat. She quickly covers her mouth and looks just beyond the rose and sees a bouquet of many plants and flower including...
"...Monkshood!" Melanie quickly clears her throat. "Um... sorry about that it was...ahem...allergies. Yes, allergies!"Daniella didn't sound as though she believed her own excuse. "Would you like to move over to where the cakes are? I'm sure they're delicious. We can discuss our countries more over there." Melanie quickly ushered the two other women to the other side of the buffet table. What type of person puts Monkshood in a bouquet? ,Thought Melanie angrily as she led Lucille and Anne to the cakes. Then she remembered what the Prime Minister had said; "Monkshood is used in crafts. Not everyone knows about the danger of it toward our people. Be careful. It could be everywhere in other countries, uncontrolled and running wild." Melanie mentally cursed then turned to Anne and Lucille, smiled sweetly and asked, "Is your country more on the hot side or the cold side when it comes to weather?"

Taking his hand and giving it a good strong shake, he said, "Ah, comrade. It's good to see you, I'm Vladimir Aleksandrov. How are you?"

OOC: I'll pretend me, you, and Fod are in the same area.

Nikolai gives a stronger shake.

"I'm not dead, so... I'm great."

Aleksandrov chuckled. Heh, that's good, you'll never be dissapointed in life if you use that standard.

(OOC: Yes, I know Helms and his wife are being held hostage in another thread lol. And sorry I'm late.)


Prime Minister Helms stepped out of his sleek black antique Porsche 356. He wore his old military uniform, red leatherneck collared jacket and white pants ( he didn't want to wear his helmet.). Anna Helms, his wife walked out of the passenger side of the car. Helms held out his hand and escorted Anna into the building. Helms let out a hearty "Hallo!" to mark his presence.

Aleksandrov chuckled. Heh, that's good, you'll never be dissapointed in life if you use that standard.

Nikolai chuckled also.

"Yes well, that's the platform Sergei ran on." He smiled. "So why are you here?"

She arched a brow as he turned to greet another man. She left Yishi to attend to the plates of cake she was rapidly consuming, and siddled over to join the two.

"Mind if I intrude?"

She smiled kindly to Nikolai, and turned to the newcomer. With a small nod she spat at the ground before him, and folded her hands politley behind her back.

"My name is Nokona, may I ask yours?"

Nikolai, in an attempt trying not to look like an asshole, spat at her feet.

"My name is Nikolai Ilyastein, I'm the representative of Rose."

"We generally send someone to attend events like this, you can never have too many friends..."

Looking at the newcomer and unsure of why they were spitting on the ground, instead choosing to bow. He then said, "People's Admiral Vladimir Aleksandrov, at your service."

"Well, it's very, very humid in Montelukast. It gets unbearable from time to-"

Anne stopped, shifting her eyes over to the gorgeous display of Monkshood- another rare plant of Crsyindom. She quickly scuttled over to it, tracing her hand among the leaves.


"You'll have to forgive her, we're all just so excited to be here-"

She also stopped, staring past the gorgeous display of cakes, spotting Yishi. She waved and ran over to her, eager to see a familiar face there.

"Yishi! How are you?"

"We generally send someone to attend events like this, you can never have too many friends..."

Looking at the newcomer and unsure of why they were spitting on the ground, instead choosing to bow. He then said, "People's Admiral Vladimir Aleksandrov, at your service."

Nikolai starts scratching the back of his neck.

"I feel like dancing for some strange reason now..."

Sasha Cheenin walked up to Helms and his wife. "My name is Sasha Cheenin. I'm from Temme." She hoped she didn't look like a total fool.

"Anna, I'm hungry.." Helms sounded like a 5 year old whining for food. "Well, lets see dear... Ah! There's some cake." Helms and Anna walked over to the cakes. The click clack of Helm's polished boots resounded in the room. They finally reached the cakes and began eating quietly. "I don't know many people here. Was it worth it to come?' Helms asked himself quietly

She had been listening to the other, smiling kindly all the while, untill Nikolai spat at her feet. She looked up in shock, and smacked him.

"How dare you!"

She folded her arms at her chest and could only manage to stare daggers at him.

Helms looked up from his cake. "Hello there! I'm Prime Minister Charles Helms, Buechoria. This is my lovely wife, Anna." After wiping his hands on a nearby napkin, Helms offered a handshake..

Nikolai gets smacked.

"Ow! I was just trying to be nice to you!" Thinking to himself, How many cultures does a man have to learn...

Sasha shook his hand. "I'm the Chief Public Servant over in Temme. That's like a Prime Minister, only they chose the title to represent the fact that we are there to serve the people."

"Miss Nokona, may I ask why you spat at his feet, I am rather unfamiliar with your culture.

She broke a smile and lunged, hugging him closley. She kissed both his cheeks and backed away.

"That's so sweet! The Island of the Rose, correct? Nice flora this time of year?"

She broke a smile and lunged, hugging him closley. She kissed both his cheeks and backed away.

"That's so sweet! The Island of the Rose, correct? Nice flora this time of year?"

Nikolai bowed, he chuckled too.

"Yes, and bad weather also. It's Hurricane season, but we haven't had a storm come up yet..."

OOC: wink wink, future RP >.>

"Ah, I see." Helms looked uneasy. "What is it Charlie?" Anna asked curiously.
"It's just.." Helms started speaking again "I hope I'm still Prime Minister for a while. We've been having fight with Rejunes, it's an island chain south east of Buechoria. They used to control us until 1982. They were once a strong empire and have been building up military strength; They want Buechoria back."

Sasha looked sad. "I'm so very sorry." She didn't know what else to say.

The young princess walked up the steps to the door, noticing someone who was standing in front of the door. "¡Hola! ¿Está usted aquí para el banquete de la paz? ¿Mi nombre es Camila Vespuché, y usted es?" She stood up at the door and rang the doorbell, and then looked at the person. The man didn't look like something she'd seen before.

The Free voice looked down to see where the voice had come from, but realised that he could see nothing with the glasses on, hesitantly he removed them, and saw below him a slightly shocked looking woman. Tail swishing he responded to her question. "I am human voice of Crassuss your highness, it is an honour to meet you. Crassuss has been meaning to ask you about your legislation on foriegn space craft in your airspace... i am told to leave work out of, please excuse my indiscretion."

Charles Castlen, who had recently been announced as the heir to his father's Empire, strode up to the Chatau de' Alau, surrounded by five Foreign Ministry officials and the Minister of Foreign Affairs herself, Karen Davis. He assumed he had been sent here to improve his diplomatic skills for when he became Emperor, and that the Foreign Ministry people were with him to make sure he didn't screw up. Barely noticing the beautiful architecture, he walked to the door and knocked.

"I'm afraid sir that the door service is not fast." said the voice petulantly shifting from foot to foot, his tail now in his hands, it spikes extending and retracting rapidly.

"No, no, don't worry, not like it's you falt." Helms sighed and got another piece of cake. "Sorry about killing the cheerful mood earlier. What's Temme like?"

"I'm afraid sir that the door service is not fast." said the voice petulantly shifting from foot to foot, his tail now in his hands, it spikes extending and retracting rapidly.
Castlen was startled. In his nervousness he hadn't even noticed the others by the door. "It appears that way," Castlen said to the...thing. "Well, shall we just let ourselves in?"

"We're a peaceful nation, devoted to socialist principles."

"If you should so wish... i'm not used to doors that dont open themselves, i could break it for you?"

"If you should so wish... i'm not used to doors that dont open themselves, i could break it for you?"
"No, I'll get it." Castlen motioned to an aide, who quickly opened the door for him. "After you," Castlen said to the thing.

She turned to the Hattian man.

"I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude, but spitting at ones feet is a greeting in our culture, and we show no remorse for it is a sign of respect from the Juscti."

With that, she spat at his feet as well. She smiled and placed her hands on her hips.

"Pleasure to meet you... What was your name again?"

The Free Voice looked quizically at the door, "That you sir" He walked into the hall, his feet clacking on floor, he could smell food somewhere, but wondered if they would mind him not eating any of it.

"Oh sorry, you must not speak spanish, my fault." She said while trying not to stare at his tail. "I am the princess of Castillanos, Camile Vespuché. Anyways, it is a pleasure to meet you. Well, we really only allow space crafts from the region of Europa and/or space crafts landing at our space port. Really thats all...why do you ask?" She said while looking over as Charles Castlen walked over.

Yishi glanced up from stuffing her face with cake and caught the Leader of Crsyindom. She quickly sat her plate on her lap, and swallowed whatever was in her mouth. With a sigh and a smile, she spat at her.

"Haven't seen you in ages! Can't give me a hug?"

"I'm sure i could speak spanish given a little time, i'm afraid im not privy to why exactly Crassuss inquired as to space ships. Do you think theyd mind if i didn't eat their food?"

"Ah, I see. Bue-" Helms was cut off by his wife Anna. "It's a bit of a mess right now but we're fixing it up." She gave a wide grin. Suddenly, the roar of a old Fokker D.VIII monoplane could be heard outside. "Oh dear. That's p-" A crash then resounded outdoors and in walked a handsome man in his 20's. His attire included a flying jacket with the blue star on the front left, khakis, and worn out knee high boots. The young man marched over to Helms, then said in a loud tone, "Hey dad. What've you got- Ohh! Cake!" He grabbed the cake and scarfed it down, then start walking around the room, ooing and aahing at the architecture. "That's my son.. Karl-Heinz. And I believe he just ruined one of my antique planes." Helms gave out a heavy sigh and retrieved another piece of cake.

"Ah, I didn't think it was impolite, though I suppose some people could. My name is Vladimir, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Nokona. With that he spat at her feet and smiled back.

Sasha shook her head sympathetically. Her children were all married and had left home. One was even a queen in another country. "So, you're an antique plane buff?"

Helms nodded excitedly. "Oh yes! I have a whole warehouse full of them. The range from 1900 to 1940."

Nikolai looked at the pace of the party, tsking in his mind. He took out a C.D. from his pocket, what was it? He sneaked to nearest stereo, inserting the C.D. the lyrics blasted out.

"I like big butts and I cannot lie!"

OOC: You can figure the rest ;)

"Really? Wow. That's . . ." She was cut off by the change of music.

She smiled nicley and patted him on the arm.

"Hattia eh? Nice place to live? Well, from the citisens view, nice place to live?"

She chuckled a bit.

"It's quite nice, our citizens have more rights and freedoms than in most countries. Not to mention that everyone has a home, food, and so on. Though most foreigners can't stand living there, it gets too cold for them. How's Fodmodmadtol? I'll admit, I have not heard much of your nation.

She walked into the building and looked around at the architecture of the inside and then looked over at all the other people inside. "Eh...I guess you could eat the food, It is a banquet after all..." She said while looking over at the food table.

Nikolai continues to dance to the music, which is now 90's rap...

OOC: Nobody obviously notices the music change :p

"I dont think i can eat it. I must go and find the emissary for the Austur Union." Oh my, that music is... err... unapealing."

"You're Camile Vespuche, aren't you?" Castlen asked the princess of Castillanos in spanish.

Sasha pressed her hands together to keep from putting them over her ears.

The voice walked up to the dancing Nikolai and tapped him on the shoulder with his tail. "Is this music your fualt?"

Aleksandrov looked over at Nikolai, Having fun, are you? he called out...

Nikolai continues to dance, ignoring those who are suffering under the wrath of rap.

"What's wrong with Sir Mix A Lot?" She said while beginning to dance, but then stops when Castlen approached her. "Yes, I am...and who are you? You can speak English, I don't mind..." Camila asked in English, since it was the language most people talked in the room.

The voice gently exented one of its tail spikes and prodded Nikolai again.

If I ever hold a banquet or a ball like this, remind me not to invite anyone from the Island of Rose.

The song ends, Nikolai looks around for a bit. He then sneaks away, walking towards the Castillan representative, trying to speak spanish.

"Hola, yo soy de la Isla de la Rosa, tu eres del Castillanos correcto?"

OOC: I wish I knew those damn keyboard commands >.<

"Well, it IS a small nation. Only about three hundred million. But the setting couldn't be more beautifull, huge forests, though they usually turn into dhoomy ice thatches of dhoom and pointiness during the winter. Seasons tend to jog us."

She glanced to Nikolai.

"Seems to be having a bit of fun, Rosians seem like a fun-loving people. Do I dare, join him?!"

"Yes, I am...and who are you? You can speak English, I don't mind..." Camila asked in English, since it was the language most people talked in the room.
"Thank you. I'm Charles Castlen, future Emperor of Kraknokistan." Castlen said, trying to ignore the music. He had heard bad music before, but this was the worst.

"Heh, they are quite... eccentric people. I would join him, but I can't dance..."

Nikolai takes out another C.D., he looks sneaks towards the stereo again, inserting it, but the song now is from MC Hammer, the famous "Can't Touch This"

Nikolai starts to shake his head to beat. He looks at the Hattian representative.

"What do you mean you can't dance?! Everyone can dance! Just shake your hips come on!"

He then starts dancing to the music, getting in the center of the main hall.

OOC: Of course Rosians are fun loving people, that makes us very liberal =P, I so love to ruin the seriousness of things X3

Hey TIOR, how do you say "I want to live off of my parents." in Spanish?

IC:

Aleksandrov tried to awkwardly emulate Nikolai's movements, and the people were granted a sight most people never saw. The commander of the entire Hattian navy attempting to dance to MC Hammer.

"Correcto. He oído muchas cosas sobre su nación encantadora. ¡A propósito, amo la música, él me recuerdo el circa 1990 del club de un Castillanos! De todas formas..." She said in Spanish as Nikolai put on another CD.

"Kraknokistan? Where's that? I've never heard of the place, but anyways, congratulations on being future Emperor! Hope that goes well for you."

"I. Hart. This song.

DA NA NA NA NA, DA NA, DA NA!

CAN'T TOUCH 'DIS!

Excuse me for a moment. I just had an idea"

Se scrambled back over to Yishi, grabbing her wheelchair.

"Furniture races! Everybody pair up!"

Hey TIOR, how do you say "I want to live off of my parents." in Spanish?

IC:

Aleksandrov tried to awkwardly emulate Nikolai's movements, and the people were granted a sight most people never saw. The commander of the entire Hattian navy attempting to dance to MC Hammer.

OOC: I think it's "Yo quiedo vevir de mi madre y padre"

Nikolai grabbed Alek by the arm. "That's right, join the fun! Life is short!" He continued to dance, he also started to sing the lyrics too.

OOC: And so it went, the Austar Union's banquet went to hell, thanks to the Island of Rose.

Sasha just shook her head. "Excuse me, please," she said to Helms. She rushed off to the washroom, where she would not have to hear the music.

Great, Sasha. Just great. The last thing you should do at an event like this is run and hide in the bathroom. See? You should have left the event to Maureen.

Right, doped up Maureen. She'd probably lose all her dignity dancing on the floor.

She is not doped up, she merely takes tranquilizers. Anyway, are you doing any better?

At least here Temme's international reputation will be preserved. Memo to self: as soon as Lise comes back from stress leave, put her in Maureen's spot in Cabinet.

Lise?? She's only 15.

Sasha sighed. She had to face the music. Literally. She dusted herself off and left the washroom.

Ambassador Nikolai Ilyastein stood at the door, he was a middle aged man, in his 30s. He wore a formal suit, with a black bow tie. It was custom made and beautiful, something you'd get out of an expensive store. But it was handmade, and this would cost over 50,000R. He combed his hair back, he wanted to look good, he didn't want to mess this up, Rosians don't know the meaning of the word tact so... He looked over at his wristwatch. He then made sure he had his wallet and other things. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.


Since when was 30 middle aged? Please!

"Kraknokistan? Where's that? I've never heard of the place, but anyways, congratulations on being future Emperor! Hope that goes well for you."
Thank you. We've been rather isolationist until recently." Talking about becoming the future Emperor was painful for Castlen, but he hid his emotions well. He wasn't supposed to be the heir at all. It should have been his older brother, but he was dying a slow death from cancer. "I've been instructed to ask you about a possible embassy exchange," Castlen told her, determined not to show his grief.

Since when was 30 middle aged? Please!

OOC: Don't spam the forums please....

Camila took a seat at a table and then began to pay attention to Castlan.

"Embassy Exchange? That seems a little too soon...Maybe you can come visit us in Castillanos and talk about that, but I'm certain if we continue a peaceful relationship Kraknokistan it would be possible. In our capital of Santiago we have been building a neighborhood to host International Embassies, so once that is up and running we can talk more on that matter. So, where is Kraknokistan located?" She said while taking notes on her small notepad.

The voice smiled at the scene progressing in front of him, he knew he couldnt dance (his hips and other joints bending in other more novel ways), such things as this reminded him of home and the old days when the emperor would blare random music out to the masses, extending spikes from various joints he slammed them into the wall, and sat to watch, a couple of feet of the ground.

Ba ba bump it up!

"Prime Minister, how do you expect to win if you don't take off your parking brake?"

A disgruntled Yishi would only uhff, and wheel herself over back to the cake. Mmm, cake. Nokona wandered over to Nikolai, and proddedd him in the cheek.

So, where is Kraknokistan located?" She said while taking notes on her small notepad.
"We're in the Flat Earth Society region." Castlen told her, trying to ignore the dancing and furniture races going on around him.

Nikolai looked over at Nokona.

"Hm?"

She grabbed his head, and planted a big kiss on his forehead.

"Come! I want to discuss diplomatic stuffs. If I don't I won't get compensation for anything spent on this trip. Plus, there's cake! Who can resist cake?"

The next song of the C.D. came up, it was the famous "Every Dance Now" song thing. Nikolai, a bit surprised by the kiss followed her Nokona.

"Okay, what do you want to discuss?"

"Well dear, that was some.. disturbing.. music, to say the least." Anna Helms said quietly to Charles. "Yes. Very. You see, thi-" Again, Karl-Heinz stooped over and stole the second piece of cake Charles would have eaten. "KARL HEINZ HELMS! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS MOMENT!" Helms yelled at the top of his lungs. Karl-Heinz walked back, smudges of icing on around his mouth. "What?" he said, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "First I tell you not to fly my planes without my permission. Then you crash one. Then you start acting rudely and stealing my food! Either behave, or I'll have Larson pick you up!" Karl-Heinz stared at his father, then walked off.
"You handled that well." Anna spoke to Charles. "Yes. Now, where did that Miss Sasha go? I was explaining my antique plane colection to her."

The stereo started to blast these lyrics:

Da da da da da da da da da da da da
EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!
Da da da da da da da da da da da da

Well, you should know the song by now.

"Oh really? Is that a big region? Castillanos is located in the Europa Region." She said while putting her pencil down and watching the furniture races.

"No. It's tiny. It used to be fairly big, but it was invaded. A lot of nations left the region after that."

"I'm not sure what we're supposed to discuss. Any ideas? I'm at a loss."

She picked up a plate with some cake and nibbled on it. She looked up, then planted it in Nikolais face.

"Ahem. Due to your nations excessive arming of Rap Music, we declare war on you! We hereby launch cake unto your soil."

She took up a ladle from a punch bowl, and dug into the next cake.

"In other words- Food fight."

Yishi glanced up from stuffing her face with cake and caught the Leader of Crsyindom. She quickly sat her plate on her lap, and swallowed whatever was in her mouth. With a sigh and a smile, she spat at her.

"Haven't seen you in ages! Can't give me a hug?"

Lucille smiled back and leaned forward, embracing Yishi.

"Goodness, it has been a long time. Such a lovely ball, isn't it? Though, you're the first person I recognize. You've met Anne, haven't you? Anne DeLucche? She's my Minister of Foreign Affairs, wonderful gal, bless her heart. Anne? Anne! Stop touching that Monkshood! Heaven's sake, you'll get warts!"

Anne threw a look at Lucille, smiled nervously at Yishi, and scooted over to where the two were.

"Anne DeLucche, Minister of Foreign Affairs...have you tried the crossiants? They're squisito!" She beamed again and held out her hand to Yishi.

"Prime Minister Yishi of Fodmodmadtol, nice to meet you."

She hitched, and spat to the ground.

"Have you met Nokona? She should be around here somehwere.. She's up for the Minister of Security she is.."

"I see..." She said while hoping a food fight doesn't really start... "So, is there anything else we should discuss? Maybe your nation's leader can tour our nation or vice-versa, what do you think?"

Nikolai licks his lips "I'm delicious!". He then picks up some croquettes and throws them at Nokona.

"Fear the wrath of my uber breaded ham! But seriously, let's get talking hm?"

"I see..." She said while hoping a food fight doesn't really start... "So, is there anything else we should discuss? Maybe your nation's leader can tour our nation or vice-versa, what do you think?"
"That's a good idea. I'm sure both could be arranged. When can your leader come?"

"So how goes your country on the side of Inter-Stellar trade? I've been prone to ask lately. Our Nation is located in the Epsilon Eridani system, so as you can tell, Inter-Stellar trade is the only major trade we're interested in."

She took a finger and scooped some cake from his face.

"Chocolate. Mmm... "

Nikolai rolls his eyes. "I'm damn delicious aren't I" He then starts to answer her question.

"We don't do intersteller trade, we're an Island. We're restricted to Earthly trade. Is this system a region?"

OOC: Can you RP modern tech for this? But if not, I'll play along.

"No Inter-Stellar? Only earthly? That's fine too actually. We have a small colony, The Fiefdom of Brandpa, somewhere in the Pacific. From there goods can be transported to our system. It's a small colony, but the whole thing is practically a port from any angle, so it can handle any sized loads of anything. But before we go on about trade, this is an important question. What type of Nation is yours, regarding Communism and Capitalism and the like?"

She picked a croquette from her shoulder and popped it in.

"Well..." Camila said while taking out her notepad. "Well, currently our King, my father, will be able to visit in the next year (Few Days), but whenever it is convenient for your leader."

"No Inter-Stellar? Only earthly? That's fine too actually. We have a small colony, The Fiefdom of Brandpa, somewhere in the Pacific. From there goods can be transported to our system. It's a small colony, but the whole thing is practically a port from any angle, so it can handle any sized loads of anything. But before we go on about trade, this is an important question. What type of Nation is yours, regarding Communism and Capitalism and the like?"

She picked a croquette from her shoulder and popped it in.

Nikolai took a deep breath.

"We are a socialist nation that allows small businesses as long as they don't franchise. All profits all go to the state, and in return they may get free houses, cars, planes, anything that's worth the money they're earning. Sergei plans a tax cut, but he's deciding what to cut though."

"I'll check with the Chief-of-Staff, but I'm pretty sure the Emperor will be free by then. If not, I'll take his place."

OOC: Different thread?

Anne drew her hand to her chest and stepped back, nodding her head. Lucille stepping forward. 'Twas a custom that when done with a conversation, one should step back, as to notify the other of your withdrawal. Also, it was a term of respect to Lucille.

"No, I haven't met Nokona, neither has Anne. She's new?"

"Peachy! We're Socialist as well! Difficult to do trade with Capitalist nations when you're Socialist, it's the Government dealing with thing's like Starbucks! It's ludicrous!"

She licked her lips, and coughed a bit.

"What were those? They dried me out.."

Nikolai looked shocked when she talked about the croquette.

"Dry? Those things are juicy, those are croquettes, it's part of the Rosian platter. So, what do you have to offer?"

"That would be excellent! We would welcome you in our city of Santiago anytime, so you can send us a message so we can set this up!" She said while beginning to right notes again.

(OOC:Sure)

"You know of that icky little Massacre at the Ministry, correct? And the Clover insicdent? Most of the cabinet was wiped out. New Ministers had to be instated every which way. Well, Nokona was the one of the few who WANTED the positions after that. Everyone and anyone is terrified of taking a position on the cabinet after everything that's been happening lately. Even that awfull rebellion in Iutobi! That made things ten times worse. That's what confined me to this spiffy little wheelchair after all."

She sighed a bit, smoothing her gown unruffled.

"'Wonderfull girl though. So how's the family?"

"Yes, I heard of that. I'm so sorry. At least they're gone, those ribelli di un idealismo stupid- Anyway, good for Nokona. You need strong politicians nowadays, can't have these flimsy frail-boned morons who can't tell the difference between a verbal abuse and a war."

She paused to daintily sip the rest of her champagne and swallow.

"Ah, yes, they're fine. My brother, Humberto, he is running for Minister of Security, hopefully he'll get it. Lord knows he was always one to finish fights he never picked." She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight to her right leg.

"And what of your family?"

"Dry for my taste by any count. Entire air is dry here for my taste."

Nokona took up a glass of water laying randomly on the table. She cupped her other hand in it, and brought it up dapping her neck with a small bit of good 'ol H2O. She set the glass down, taking a deep breath.

"Let's see. I'm no authourity on trade by any means, but there are a few things I know can be of use somehow, expecially medically."

She leaned in a bit closer.

"In our summer, which is short by anyones standards, a small plant blossoms called the Kay Plant. Beautifull white blossoms springing from these looping vines. Loves the humidity, and the sun. Its blossoming time sequence caught us as suprising at one point, so it was taken in for further study. It was found these can be used for a variety of medicinal purposes ranging from an arousal suplement, to something to offset polio. We have many people working on this thing around the clock, and once refined, will be huge."

She leaned back out.

"But of course, this is still in the works. We do have an interesting communication technology though, and how goes your space program?"

"Well... we can take things to space." He chuckled for a bit. "But I digress, I will tell you the biggest export of the Island of Rose though, next to food of course..."

He sighed.

"Pornagraphy."

OOC: I told you, we're very liberal =P

"Funny thing is, we have a Minister of Pornographic Goods. Can't tell you how many lobbied for his job."

She chuckled.

"Well, look at it this way. We have Viagra, you have Playboy. Seem to serve the same effect, no? Except I would expect your goods to be more for a single person though, ours would service a pair."

She stared off blankly a second.

"I can not believe I just said that."

Castlen turned to an aide. "Could you get Ms. Davis over here?" He asked. Castlen turned back to Camilla and told her, "We're going to have to get Karen Davis, our Foreign Minister, to help work out the details."

OOC: How about one of us starts the thread tomorrow and at the end of the thread we decide if there should be an embassy exchange. Would you like to start the thread or should I?

"Sure thing..." She said as she begin talking to Ms. Davis.

(OOC: Can you please?)

OOC: Sure. I'll telegram you when I make it.

"Funny thing is, we have a Minister of Pornographic Goods. Can't tell you how many lobbied for his job."

She chuckled.

"Well, look at it this way. We have Viagra, you have Playboy. Seem to serve the same effect, no? Except I would expect your goods to be more for a single person though, ours would service a pair."

She stared off blankly a second.

"I can not believe I just said that."

Nikolai raised a brow.

"What? You have Viagra, how is that strange? I don't see anything weird about it..."

"It was a metaphor you silly. The new Viagra. Mister-dosen't-pay-mind-to-lecture-on-the-Kay-Plant."

She pursed her lips glancing over to some menacing looking pastries.

"Okay... we still don't know what we're trading though."

"Porno for the New Viagra?"

Nikolai shakes his head.

"We have too much Viagra... what about for food? What kind of cuisine do you have?"

President Edward Grove smiled as he watched the guests enjoy themselves. Although it was not exactly as he had imagined, he was pleased at least that the people were having fun. Laughing, he watched the catering people running around moping up the spit which was now rampant on the floor. Still, it was being a successful event.

Feeling his stomach grumble, he decided it was time for dinner. Walking out to the balcony, he cleared his throat;

"Welcome to Anatoba City. Im glad you all seem to be enjoying yourselves. I have made dinner preparations for the event, if you would all please turn to the dining hall, where we have a full buffet meal. Please, help yourselves."

At once, two oakwood doors opened, revealing a large dining hall behind them. The seats were all prepared and laid out. There was no set sitting arrangement, but with seven seats per table, there would surely be enough.

The C.D. that was in the stereo changed to the next track, it was like "Can't touch this" but it was a remake.

"Let us dance first!"

OOC: Here are the lyrics, it's a flash movie :p http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/dont.php

"Ohmygersh. Dancing, or food. Dancing, or food..."

She twitched a little bit.

"I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH ONE I LIKE MORE!"

Nikolai keeps dancing...

Anne bit her lip and looked from the dining hall to where the music blared and a man was dancing.

"What say you, Yishi, Lucille? Dance before feasts or feasts before dance?"

"Well..what was that old rule..wait 30 minutes after you've eaten to perform recreational activities?"

"Err..yeah, something like that."

"Well then, shall we dance?" Lucille swayed closer to the music, heels clicking.

"What of you, Miss Yishi?"

Yishi would only stare. She tapped the armrest of her wheelchair inncoently.

Nikolai just kept dancing...

OOC: Feel free to put in another track =P

Aleksandrov stood over by the buffet table, stuffing his face with decent food, the kind that he hadn't had in about 5 years because of his naval service. While saying things such as, "Bloody hell, this is sooo good..."

Yishi sped towards Nokona with a mock battle cry. She pummeled into her, smashing her into Yishis lap. They continued speeding away untill they hit a wall, Nokona being flung into it. Yishi backed up a bit, glanced to the dazed Nokona, then tp the stereo they landed next to. She wheeled over and oppoed out the CD. She drew from inside her dress, another one. She popped it in, and wheeled back.

Now playing : Beatles White Album, Back in the USSR

Nikolai stops dancing, it isn't that kind of song to danc too really. He walks up to Alek stuffing himself.

"Enjoying the food?"

Nokona perked up at the music. She stood up and brushed herself off. She hopped onto Yishis chair, and stood up on the armrests. Taking a convieneintly place microphone out of thin air, She pointed out to the crowd and got all starry eyed.

"Flew in from Miami beach BOAC, didn't get to be-ed last night. Came in with a paper bag on my knee, ma-an what a dreadfull flight."

A toss of the hair.

"I'M BACK IN THE U.S.S.R!" Da-dun da dun

"You dun' know how lucky you arrr' boi', BACK IN THE U.S.S.R!"

Continue song.

Lucille stared at Nokona, then to Yishi.

"So this is the famous Nokona?" She shouted over the music, grinning.

Anne had finally caught up to Lucille, as both of them sprang into a hissy fit of swinging hips and waving arms.

"Ha!"

Nikolai puts in his C.D. again, it's only a beat but he sings the lyrics.

DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA

"Everybody dance now!"

DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA

"Everybody dance now!"

You know the lyrics by now...

Nokona loked utterly shocked. She lunged upon the stereo, and jabbed eject many times untill the CD came out. Once upon she stuck it in her pocket, and replaced with one of her own disks.

"I was five and he was six, We rode on horses made of sticks. I wore black and he wore white. He would always win the fight."

-Continue Kill Bill-

Nikolai presses eject again, putting in one of his C.D.s

"To the window! To the wall!"

She whacked the stereo in the back, switching it to Radio.

"RADIO KILLED THE RADIO STAR"

Sasha walked into the buffet, grateful for something to get her away from that awful music. She spotted Helms nearby.

Nikolai stops dancing, it isn't that kind of song to danc too really. He walks up to Alek stuffing himself.

"Enjoying the food?"

"Oh yeah, it's much better than the stuff they give us in the Navy, you ever been on a ship for a year at a time?"

"Video killed the radio start!"

You know the rest...

iBump

Embarrassed to be late (as usual) to a diplomatic event, the President of Bynzekistan straightened his tie, cleared his throat and knocked on the door. His lone bodyguard stood next to him, stalefaced as always. Confused at the lack of an answer, the President knocked again, harder this time. To his surprise, the door creaked open. There was no secondary delegate or lower level staffer to greet him. The scene before him was one of utmost disgrace. Though the President would usually have reveled in the chaos and run inside to party, he sighed longingly, knowing he had a large pile of paperwork on his desk back at the Green House. He turned to the bodyguard.
"Fetch the car."
'Yes, sir."

Melanie decided to go to the dining hall and have dinner. She wanted to dance, but she thought it best to avoid the Monkshood. Such an evil plant , she thought shaking her head. She wished her bodyguard/best friend, Xander, was there. Unfortunatly, he wasn't allowed to come due to the fact that the Queen thought he was attacking Princess Sophitia. Which is idiotic they were playing tag and Xander accidently knocked her down. The Queen decided that it was not a good idea for him to go to the friendship banquet, because he was "unpeaceful". Melanie frowned and shook her head, she hated going at it alone. She opened the door to the dining room and then ran out quickly. There were beautiful floral arrangements all around the room, many with Monkshood in them. Melanie angrily headed onto the dance floor and replaced the music with the chicken dance. "WHEE!" Melanie danced the chicken dance.

The voice had made an extensive search of the building and assertained that it was entirely empty, except for some kitchen staff and the delegates, he considered things for a moment and came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to shut down and wait for the owners to return, but first the was a stereo that needed seeing to.

Nikolai keeps dancing...

OOC: Aka bump

"Gaaah!"

Nokona crashed into Nikolai.

"I just remembered, you never answered my question. What's The International, and a new one, can we eat over it?"

Pulson had never liked dancing much, so he just decided to go get some more food.

"Gaaah!"

Nokona crashed into Nikolai.

"I just remembered, you never answered my question. What's The International, and a new one, can we eat over it?"

Nikolai tidies himself up.

"Sure, let's sit... I'll tell you when we're sitting down."

Melanie continued dancing. Her stomach growled angrily. She was soooo hungry and wanted to go to the dining hall and eat. She was just so hungry. But she couldn't go near the Monkshood. So hungry...everything went black as Melanie collapsed.

Nikolai ran towards the collapsed body, he had a plan to revive it of course. He took off his shoe, then taking off his sock, he waved the incredibly smelly socks over the body's nose.

"Wake up!"

Sharp intake of breath with hand-flit-to-chest. She trotted over to the one who has collapsed as well. Her nose crinkled and she wavered a bit.

"Those smell a bit like garlic if I may be gruff."

She bent down, and smacked whoever-the-hell-had-blacked-outs face lightly.

Sasha walked over and shook her head. "Fresh air is what she needs." She motioned to Nikolai, "Here, pick up her arms. I'll get her legs, and we'll move her outside."

ooc sorry im so late getting into this but i have been working nonstop and i just got off and am really tired so i will rp later on tonight

Nikolai rolls his eyes.

"Eh, fine..."

He picked her arms up, waiting to move her outside...

Sasha lifted her arms and they carried Melanie outside to the veranda. Sasha began to rub her wrists.

Nikolai looked over at the buffet table.

"Maybe she collapsed from hunger?"

"Food she needs, yes? I shall return quickly, no?"

She bowled over to the cake table, and began loading up a plate three feet high.

Nikolai looks as she brings the plate over.

"That's over doing it..."

Sasha asked, "How will she eat if she's unconsious?" Sasha checked; Melanie was breathing, and had a pulse.

Melanie moaned lightly. Her head hurt and her stomach ached. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a huge group of people around her. She then realized that she had collapsed and was no outside on the balcony. Thankfully there was no Monkshood around her. She tried to sit up, but couldn't, she was too weak. Melanie turns her head and sees a 3ft pile of cake next to her head. "Yay cake!", She murmured quietly trying not to laugh. "But I think it may be too much. Anyone want to feed me?" Melanie giggled weakly and smiled at the people around her, thankful for their help.

Nikolai takes out his Swiss Army Knife, taking out the spoon section of the knife. He gets a piece of the cakes, offering it to her. He rolled his eyes.

"Open up..."

He chuckled as he said that.

Sasha said, "Can you sit up with help? I don't want to see you choke." To Nikolai she said, "Wait. She could choke."

Melanie nods to Sasha who helps her sit up. Nikolai then begins to feed her. After finishing a bite of chocolate cake she smiles at him, "This may just be because I may concused, But you're cute." Melanie smile stupidly and passes out again.

OOC: I'm going to a wedding so I'll be gone all weekend.

"You know, if you may have a concussion, you should probably get to a hospital." Sasha was fussing and she knew it. Still, she couldn't help it.

Melanie nods to Sasha who helps her sit up. Nikolai then begins to feed her. After finishing a bite of chocolate cake she smiles at him, "This may just be because I may concused, But you're cute." Melanie smile stupidly and passes out again.

OOC: I'm going to a wedding so I'll be gone all weekend.

Nikolai shakes his head.

"Knocked out again? Oy... tell her I'm married by the way."

"Nighty night miss Lycan." She squinted at her tatoo.

"What ever shall we do with her now, can't very well do much for herself passed out." Dipped her finger in a bit of fudge, and wrote something out on a clean plate.

'Ni olAi = mA riED'

"Can you read it?"

Nikolai squinted his eyes, trying to look at the plate.

"Yes, I can read it..."

Lucille stopped dancing, staring at the unconcious Melanie, rolling her eyes.

"Some people just don't know when it's time to eat."

She spun around, grabbed the hem of her golden dress, and sashayed over to the banquet, making a plate for herself and Anne, who was already seated at the table.

"Did I bring you enough food, Anne?"

"Oh, plenty, abbastanza un importo generoso, realmente." Anne stood up, and snatched the plate from Lucille. Of course, she had to wait until Lucille began eating before she would be able to gourge herself.

After both of them had seated themselves at the first table in the room, they took the rolls from their plates and tore them in half.

"Grazie! Grazie!"

One half would be chucked into the air.

"Dal cuore"

The other half would be passed to the person sitting next to them (which, because no one else was sitting, they exchanged it across to eachother) , followed by a kiss on the cheek.

"Vino per l'anima, a toast to Edward Grove, a most charitable host!"

They stood up, clinked their glasses of wine, and sat down.

"Ah, time to eat."

Blymp

OOC: HEY I"M BACK!

IC: Melanie regained conciousness yet again. She seemed to have regained her strength during that time. As she sat on the balcony eating cake she saw a plate with writing on it in frosting. She read it carefully with a confused. "Who's Nikolai and why should I care that he's married?" She couldn't remember what had happen during the brief moments when she had woken up before other then eating cake. Oh I hope I didn't embarrass myself , Thought Melanie with a mortified blush, thinking the worse about what could have happened. Melanie cursed an oath at the Monkshood again, DAMN that Evil plant of distruction!

Nikolai tried to help Melanie up.

"Up you go!"

Melanie looks away from a man she now realized was Nikolai. "Um...did I make a pass at you?"

Nikolai nodded, chuckling.

"Yes you did, but you were disillusioned so I don't mind." He's still trying to get Melanie up. "Now up you go."

Sasha smiled. "You were a little out of it at the time. Don't worry about it."

"Would you like more cake Miss Lycan?" She grinned devilishly.

"You know.." She bent down to her side, holding a plate of cakes. "..If you have allergies like that, miss Lycan, you should really alert the host to that."

Melanie gets to her feet. She turns to the woman from Fodmodmadtol and frowns darkly. In a calm, cold voice she replies, "My name is Melanie Riley. I have no clue where you recieved the strange idea to call me Ms.Lycan. And I didn't mention my *ahem* problem with Monkshood to out host because it was a last minute descion to come here and I did not wish to be a burden. If you excuse me." Melanie brushed by briskly and went to the buffet table in the ballroom, at least she could eat there. She fed herself and watched the woman from Fodmodmadtol carefully, unsure of whether to be wary or just ignore the "Lycan" comment as a judgement of Melanie's tatoo.

"Gah. Mention one word..."

You mention one thing abut what they are to those types, and they'll bite you in the arse. She leered over at lil Miss Lycan for a second, and turned back to Nikolai.

"So can we adjourn to discuss The International over dinner?"

Nikolain nodded, standing up.

"Yes of course, lead the way."

She quickly tossed Nikolai over her shoulder, and carrened into the banquet hall. She tossed him into a chair opposite her, and sat down lightly. Delicately crossing her ankles and resting her hands on her knee. A dainty smile, and a tilt of the head. As a proper lady should.

Nikolai looked back and forth for a minute and than looked at her.

"It's basically a socialist/communist organization that protects and aids in Revolutions. That's the simple meaning."

Anne jumped up, her plate clean, her stomach still empty. Lucille lazily handed Anne her plate, and off she went to refill them.

Lucille swooped up her wineglass, staring boredly into the remaining dribble of wine in the bowl of the glass. She twirled it slowly in her hand, until it caught the reflection of what she knew was Nokona, and another figure.

With sudden energy, she burst up and rushed over to their table.

"Don't you know it's an insult to the cook to branch off and eat by yourself? La qualità, era fortunato il cuoco non ha visto e..Ah, anyway-" She smiled sheepishly and held out a slender hand to Nokona. "-Prime Minister Lucille Renemi, Crsyindom. I've heard good things of you from Yishi.."

"And you, what is the name of the man I have the pleasure of- Oh, and this is Anne DeLucche, my Minister of Foreign Affairs." Anne, who had scuttled over quickly, grinned and bowed her head, hands full with four plates. She had obviously seen the two of them without food.

"Lucile, good day!" She jumped up from her seat, and spat quickly to her feet.

"And Anne, pleasure to meet you as well." A hitch and a spit.

"It's perfectly okay to adress you as such, isn't it? By your first names and all?"

Melanie was eating an eclair when her phone rang. Melanie reached for the holster on her thigh. She didn't have an evening bag so she had simply attached the little blue phone to her thigh like a gun. "Riley here",She called into the phone. It was Xander he wanted to know how she was doing. Melanie laughed and scolded her friend for being to over protective. When she told him about the Monkshood he insisted on transporting there. Melanie said that she didn't want him in anymore trouble. She could handle herself. After she said goodbye, she hung up her phone and attached it to her leg. She hadn't mentioned about the woman because she didn't want to concern Xander. She returned to her meal, still thinking about the woman.

Lucille laughed and nodded her red head.

"Of course you can. Mind if we call you Nokona? That last thing I want to be is rude."

She sat down next to Nokona, Anne opposite of her. They both pawed at the rolls, broke them in half and threw one in the air (Grazie), the other went to Nokona and the man next to Anne (Dal cuore!) with a kiss on the cheek.

Anne lifted her wineglass and took a sip, her legs crossed and swinging impatiently.

Nikolai waved his hand.

"Hallo."

"Was that.. Wheat bread.."

A melodramatic tear slid down her cheek. And so plays the worlds smallest violin.

"Was that.. Wheat bread.."

A melodramatic tear slid down her cheek. And so plays the worlds smallest violin.

Nikolai rolled his eyes.

Lucille looked at Nokona startingly, then reached down at the plates and grabbed their rolls.

"Wheat?" She bit into Nikolai's roll, chewed a few seconds and pondered the taste.

"Yes, it is wheat. I'm not much of a grain person."

Anne bit her lip, stared at Nokona, pushing her plate farther towards her.

"Here, eat, food assauges the soul, no?"

"I had no idea you wanted to marry me.. But I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

She stared blankly at Lucille.

"I really, have to adjust, to this culture shock thing."

She took a chunk of food in her hand and pushed it into Lucilles mouth.

Lucille stared at Nokona, awestruck. She turned her head at Anne, who's mouth was agape and eyes wide.

Then an an ear-to-ear smile plastered both their faces (as much as Lucille's newly puffed cheeks would allow). They both let out a long laugh that led to a choking gasp from Lucille.

"Culture shock? Jesus." She half-said, half-choked.

Melanie reached in her bag to find her lipstick and grabbed an Epi-Pin. Melanie couldn't believe she had forgotten about it. She ran to the bathroom and shot it in her leg. "Much better.", she muttered. Melanie then through it away and made her way to the dining room. She sat away from everyone feeling as though that was best, she was very happy that she needn't worry about the Monkshood any more. She quietly gnawed at some bread.

Sasha also grabbed some food and went to eat alone. She was a little worried at how the event had progressed.

Melanie moved over to where Sasha sat. "You're the rep from Temme right? May I sit with you? I'm Melanie Riley from Thrope. I...um...I passed out earlier and you helped me."

"Yeah. I'm Sasha Cheenin."

"Sasha, cool name." Melanie sat down and began to talk to Sasha about many things. From the weather to social customs in their countries to opinions on world events. Melanie found Sasha immensly interesting.

Sasha also found Melanie incredibly interesting.

This banquet isn't a loss after all.

'Lucille!

Yishi crashed into their table.

"What say ye we make this banquet a complete and utter loss? Grab some cake."

"You know,"Said Melanie leaning in close to Sasha before whispering. "I think that woman from Fodmodmadtol thinks I'm a werewolf. It's kind of creepy. And weird."

Sasha looked and whispered, "Maybe, but then again, I think she's just weird. Don't tell anyone I said that. I don't want to cause an international incident."

"Yishi, you can't throw cake. You have to be all.. 'Respectable.' I'll toss about enough baked goods for the both of us, jah? Shall we Lucille?"

"Same to you, Sasha.", Muttered Melanie doing a "Lock-my-mouth" gesture and winking. "Is it true that your country is having a Reality TV show?"

"Absolutely!"

Lucille jumped up, sinking her claws into a glazed roll on a platter near her.

"Lucille, you can't. This is a ball for-"

"Vive un piccolo, Anne!"

Anne gave up a half-smile, then sprang up also, tossing her slice of cake at Melanie, followed by various assortments of rolls and donuts.

"Yes. We're just starting filming. I hope it turns out okay--not like the show it's replacing."

And thus the sky rained cake, and all life upon this earth was smothered by baked good and frosting, whilst the punch bowl roiled and earth quaked with cinnommon. And the beast with a brand of FOD brought vengefull cake down upon to the massess, followed by the four angels of the last coming- Babka, pastry, cookie, and sorbet.

Sasha just shook her head.

If my kids had ever done this, they would have been punished severely.

Melanie who had been about to ask Sasha if she knew what the show was about froze. She had ignored the assortment of food thrown at the back of head, but she could not ignore the ice ball, probably a sorbet, that hit the back of her neck. She grabbed the three of the mugs of ice cold cola sitting in front of her, walked over to the three women and dumped the mugs on each woman's head. She then bowed deeply and walked back over to Sasha. She then leaned in and said, "Should they do that again, peaceful ceremony or not, I will accept it as a challenge to my country and myself. Immaturity is one thing, ice balls are another." Melanie sipped some pop, then shrugged. "Or I'll just move farther away or leave."

Sasha nodded her head. "If Temme ever has a ball like this, they are for sure not getting invited."

"Voi figlia bastarda terribile di un misfortune! Come sfida voi! Estorcerò che testa grasso dal vostro collo e vedo che è affettato correttamente, di modo che nessun dovrebbero avere loro vista incolpata da un'occhiata pura esso!"

Anne shouted, stomping forward at the two women, followed closely behind by Lucille.

"Throwing bread is a sign of respect in my country! Respect which you have ungratefully turned down! Vive un piccolo! Live a little."

Lucille grabbed a bottle of salad dressing, shook it, and splashed it generously on the two woman until the bottle was empty.

"Vinegar for your heart."

Anne smirked.

"Femmina."

With that, the two ladies sashayed back to Nokona and Yishi, throwing back their heads for a sip of wine.

Did I say that loudly?

Sasha scowled as she dabbed at her dress with a napkin. "I saw better behaviour in my junior high cafeteria than here," she muttered under her breath.

"Lucille, those reps from Temme and Thrope, is it just me or are they a bit uptight? They'd be such a downer at any balls we host. Just because someones culture is a litte anti-formal- Is it just me or is it EXTREMELY dry in here."

Her hands flew to cup the side of her neck, and she gasped.

"Sticky.. Soda.. Lucille.."

She mouthed a few silent words and then nodded over to her glass of water.

"Oh, dear, is Anne in trouble?" Sasha asked Lucille. They may have their differences, but when it comes to people in trouble, Temme people know no enemies.

Lucille nodded and gave the glass of water to Nokona, smiling in silent agreement. Then she turned to Sasha, eyes narrowed.

"That is not Anne. This-" She grabbed Anne by the arm and pulled her over. "-is Anne. I do not care to carry on this conversation."

She turned away from her and took a seat.

Sasha just buried her head in her hands.

This is over. A total failure.

She smiled at Melanie. "Excuse me for a moment."

Sasha ran for the washroom. She buried her head in her hands, quietly, not saying a word.

I think I should go home now.

But you can't go home now.

I must.

What about Melanie?

Melanie?

Yeah. Go out there and spend some time with her. At least you have one friend out there. Maybe this won't be a total loss, and you'll be able to set up diplomatic relations with Thrope.

Okay. Fine. You win.

She powdered her nose and returned.

Nokona took her hands away and grasped the glass quickly. She tilted her head back and splashed the glass twice at either side of her neck. With that, a set of gills on either side flexed open and Nokona took a deep breath in. No more than gashes along her nape they seemed, flapping a bit before settling back in.

"Much better.. Carbonation plays hell with the humidity.. Despite the fact it was as dry as it was in here already.."

She looked to the one whom Lucille has scoffed at, then back.

"There was no need to be so rude you know."

Sasha continued to talk with Melanie while munching on hors d'oerves.

"You know Sasha, I'm only 19.", Explained Melanie suddenly laughing very hard. "I'm a bit of a genius so I went to uni...I mean university when I was 16. I only finished a few monthes ago and then I was elected to parliment. Despite being many years ahead in my education and now my position I still spend a lot of time with my friends of the same age. I mean, I'm just a kid, right?" Melanie laughed a bit more. "Anyway, my friends gave me a little something to liven up the party if it needed it. Or to help me get even with anyone who was bugging me. So..."Melanie pulled off both her gloves to reveal two Silly String blasters. She took one off and passed it to Sasha. "When in Rome, you know?" Melanie winked at Sasha hoping that she understood what the young woman was saying.

Sasha paused for a moment, then said, "Let's take this outside, though, okay? I don't want to wreck the host's place."

This is ruined for me already. Let's at least have some fun here.

She smiled. "You know, my Public Servant for Justice is only 15. Well, she's on stress leave right now, though."

Melanie started walking with Sasha to the back courtyard. "Stress leave at 15? Most people would find that insane, but makes sense to me. Being a teenager is so difficult and stressful, add in a big career and your bound to need a break. My first week of my job had be wanting to do something insane. Luckily, my friends took me out a lot on my downtime. It helped me relax." Melanie ran her clean hand through the white ringlets of her hair. "Stress still got to me", She laughed playing with a curl. "Pre-mature white." Melanie shook her head, then looked around the hallway they were walking down. "Damn, I think I got us lost."


OOC: I'm going on Vacation for a few days so I won't be around for a little while.