NationStates Jolt Archive

"Minister?"

"Jah?"

"New message from the Ministry of Gossip."

"Do tell!"

Another loverly day in the Joeleoleo (http://www.tropicalisland.de/LGK%20Langkawi%20island%20-%20Pelangi%20Beach%20Resort%20-%20pool2_b.jpg) Colony. A nice little group of islands hidden away in Indonesia. This island was a nifty political resort for GC members, or anyone else who happen to stop by. Government buildings barely even pricked at the sky scrapers and countless McDonalds that dominated the land though. Commercialism commercialism commercialism! Tourism tourism tourism! Capitalism capitalism capitalism! Jet-skiing! Ahem.

"Well, you remember The Island of Rose? Well, it seems that.."

A pull of the shifty eyes and the aide leaned in to the Minister.

"No. Way."

"Yes. Way."

"Like, no way. Oha mya gawda."

"Uh like, tcha!"

"After a bout of that, anyone can do with a bit of cheering up.. Poor man.. Go call for him! Ask if he'd like to go for cake. And add something about embassies or whatnot. If it dosen't have something about politics in the message the paige won't send it out."

"Righteo."

Island of the Rose
Rep. Nikolai Ilyastein

We greet you ever so formally, and all such things, and then some.

Grab your dancing shoes and a towel. You're coming to Joeleoleo. For, political dealies. And cake.

Aide to- Minister of Security Nokona

http://www.freewebs.com/nraol/Meckle.JPG

"Hmm. While you're out, go see if you can find him a gift. And not someting that fits into a box."

"Understood completely."

Nikolai looked at the invatation. He thought about it for a minute. I mean... he has almost commited suicide 5 times, and maybe he can heal himself. Who knows. He sighed, maybe he can get a vacation. The Government already gave him permission. He sat down at his computer and started typing.

Dear Fodmadmatol:

Okay... you can pick me up at the City of Rose. I'll be going with a suitcase in hand. It's better if you pick me up by jet at Rose International. Good day
-Nikolai Ilyastein

Nikolai waited for a response...

Tropical Paradise

"If you like pina colodas.. Does he know there's a flight for him there already?"

"No idear. I'll get an Aide at the airport to go get him."

"And long walks in the snow.."

Roseo Internationalo

A long black car came screeching into the airports parking lot, smashing into a random cab. The door flung open and out rushed a man dressed all in black, no features defined in the mad rush he was in. He hopped over the now conjoined hoods of the two vehicles, and pushed past people into the airport. An airport security agent was in his line of mad haberdashery, but he quickly produced from his coat a shiny badge and flashed it in his face before pushing him away and running into the gate. He knocked over an old lady with a puppy who owns a candy store and was making tea for all the neighbors, in the airport, and stepped on a little child's lollipop. He whipped from his pocket a magnum, and fired blindly into the air. He spotted someone and ran again.

"You! Stop!"

He tackled a random business man and smacked him about for a bit, grabbing his suitcase and tossing it randomly away.

"Everybody down!"

With that he flung off the trench coat, and dived into a Glorfy Airways terminal, sumber-saulting and cart wheeling and achieving a triple death axle supreme. With a perfect landing, he whipped out a sign and held it up.

http://www.freewebs.com/nraol/Rosian.JPG

Nikolai looked at the man with the sign. He didn't really find it weird at what happened. It happened everyday really. Lax gun laws and all. He walked over to the man with the sign, observing him slowly. He sighed sadly.

"Are you the man that's taking me to Fadmodmadtal?"

"Nope. I'm the man taking you to Fodmodmadtol. The man who wants to take you to Fadmadmodtal is over at gate three. He's a bit of a loon. Right this way sir!"

A small push to Sir Rosian Dude onto a conveniently place cart behind him, and tossed his bags on as well. He slid into the drivers seat and set 'er inter' gear.

"I'm Mr. Jenkins. Nice to meet you."

He pounded the gas, and they set off into reverse a whole twenty feet to the terminal. A swift smashing to the brakes, and a gesture was aimed to the small tunnel thingy that leads to the flying machine-a-magigs.

"Right through there sir. The flight crew will see to everything else."

Mr. Jenkins pushed him and his bags off the cart, revved a bit, and set off into the airport, laughing maniacally.

Nikolai looked at the man laughing and got worried. He wasn't as carefree as he used to be.

"Please... slow down..." He said meekly.

The cart then ran down an elderly couple, a family, and a prostitute. Nikolai sighed. The man is reckless he thought. He has no choice now. God knows what's going to happen to him...

((OOC: Please RP him arriving at Fodmodmadtal...))

Leaving, on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again.

And the jet slid to a halt. The hatch sprung open, a steward popping out. A spin sparkle and poof on the stewards behalf, and a small ladder was there for occupants of the cabin to disembark with.

"Is this it? Last time it was only a group of tourists.."

][ Sorry for the whole, short post after a few hours. -Sobfit- ][