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NSIOC Third Session

This will be the thread where the third session of the NationStates International Olympic Committee will be RPed. If you have any questions about the city, RPing travel to the event or anything else, don't hesitate to TG me.

In this RP, we of course decide who will be the host of the First Winter Olympiad.

This is the same topic that was/will be linked to you in a TG (everyone between Sarzonia and Bedistan excluding Communist Brazil got one from me, and everyone from Hallad to Spaam got one from Communist Brazil).

Sarzonia's Vice President for Health and Athletics, Jimmy Marshall, was eyeing his watch. The takeoff of Sarzonia Five seemed to hit every snag imaginable. First, the pilot was caught in traffic, then the plane didn't get clearance from air traffic control to take off from the Woodstock International Jetport. Finally, he heard a telltale rumble that could only mean the plane was in flight.

"'Bout damn time," Marshall said out loud. His aide rolled his eyes, frustrated that Marshall was loud enough to be heard in the cockpit.

"Mr. Vice President, we want to ensure your safety. Please be patient," the aircraft's captain said.

"Just get me to Nortepawhatever the hell that place is called and shut up," Marshall snapped.

"Jimmy, chill!" His 21 year old nephew Clay Marshall gave his uncle a stern look. Ever since Clay's father, former national team coach Bryan Marshall, died in an auto accident during the Cup of Harmony tournament after World Cup XVII, Jimmy had to raise Clay, but often, Clay was the one who had to calm Jimmy down.

"I'm just frustrated, is all," Jimmy replied, forgetting for a moment that he was practising to reduce the jarring effects of a southern Sarzonian accent.

"Well, taking it out on the pilot isn't going to solve anything," Clay said. "Say, any word on the Starblaydia match?"

"Not yet. I don't know what's going on over there."

All of a sudden, the plane rumbled and shook slightly.

Turbulence, Clay thought. Jimmy looked like he was ready to jump out of the plane, parachute be damned.

"We just hit a slight bit of turbulence," the pilot announced. "Nothing to be worried about."

"Easy for you to say," Jimmy muttered under his breath before he caught Clay's glare at him. A flight to Pacitalia never seemed to last so long.

Otto von Hienkel Rommel, Dictator of The Great Sixth Reich, had to choose who to send to be the ambassador for the NSIOC. He wanted to choose Adolf Gorreing, Chief Officer of Foreign Affairs, but he was too soft. Then he wanted to choose Ludo Hienkel, Chief Officer of Defense (and Offense), because he was hardened. He first said "NEIN!" at the idea, but later, he agreed: Everybody always liked Ludo, especially Camel Eaters. Gorreing would be put in charge of Ludo's office while he was gone.

He called Ludo at his office,

"Guten Tag!"
"Ja? Was ist das Problem?"
"Was macht Sie denken, dass ich ein Problem habe?"
"Sie machen immer. Jetzt was wollen Sie den mich zu machen?"
"Fliegen Sie zu Communist Brazil auf Luftwaffe Ein."
"Luftwaffe Ein? Darf ich auf Luftwaffe Ein fliegen?!"
"Ja. Gehen Sie!"
"Ja wolt! Auf wiedersehen!"

Ludo climbed down to his firepole in his cabinet. He slid down to the government train platform at Telegal Station in Berlin. From there, he would take the high speed train to Hienkel City International Airport, and take the "Luftwaffe Ein" Airbus A380 wroth $3 Trillion USD to Pacitalia.

An hour later

Ludo's zug was arriving at the Hienkel City Junction. He choose to take his zug directly to Military Terminal One, which was owned by the The Great Sixth Reichen government, so he switched tracks through the secure area loaded with guards and police. Arriving literally right next to his plane, he climbed up onto the stairs and into the take-off seat. His pilots were three Luftwaffe Pilots, all of them experienced, and he had the extra safety of three flight-engineers.

After recieving IFR clearance from Hienkel City International Airport Clearance Delivery, the plane started up it's four giant engines. After around a minute of finals checks, the plane requested and recieve taxi clearance from Hienkel City International Ground Control. The plane taxied to the end of runway 13L, which was the default runway for the gate. After recieving takeoff clearance from Hienkel City International Tower, the plane took-off smoothly, and continued to ascend to 30,000 feet as direct by Hienkel City Departure. Soon they were transfered to Hienkel City Center, and on their way to Communist Brazil.

OOC: All Pacitalian airports are equipped to handle both Instrument Landing and VHF Omnidirectional, so you can pick whatever you like. The systems respond to both. Clearance required, yes, but just like any other airplane. Make sure you notify ATC that it's a diplomatic transport. By the way, just so everyone knows, the session is in Porto Alegre, Communist Brazil; not in Pacitalia.

However, you can RP a connection through Timiocato, Mandragora, Saronno, Nortopalazzo, Capagatta or Athalone, the six cities that have direct flights to Communist Brazil and/or serve as connection points to South America. It appears Sarzonia has done so in his RP (Nortepawhateverthehellitscalled... ;) ) but I may be wrong.

New Brux, Spruitland. A dimly lit theatre hall. Six men sitting side by side behind a table, notepads with very little, if anything, scribbled on them.

A bright spotlight, focused on two scarcely dressed women on stage.
Step. Turn. Step, knee, kick. Pompons swinging.

“S – P – R !! U – I – T !!
Twist in our sobriety!!!”

Enthusiastic applause from the six men behind the table. The girls giggle nervously.

“Very impressive,” Minister of Sports Olav Nett whispers to the man sitting next to him, who agrees vehemently.

“You think those are real?” his neighbour asks.

Olav Nett leans in for a closer examination, but is interrupted by someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, slightly annoyed, a sentiment that only increases when he sees the urgent look on the face of one of his aides.

“I told you, no interruptions unless it’s important!” he sneers. “And what can be more important than the auditions for the National Cheerleading Team?!” King Friggin’ Alfons wanting to know the latest football scores, no doubt.

“Terribly sorry, sir. It’s just, well, your plane leaves in an hour, and I thought – “

“What plane?! Where? How? Why?!”

“To Communist Brazil, sir. For the N.S.G.C… O.G.I… erm… the Olympic Committee thing, sir.”

“Bah, right.” Nett glances at the stage. “Tell them I can’t make it. Death in the family, or something, that always works well.”

“Erm, sir… perhaps that’s not such a good idea, with it being your very first attendance of a Committee session and all…”

The Minister of Sports sighs, then reluctantly nods. He throws another longful look at the stage, then reaches for his coat and bucket of popcorn, and turns to leave. But then, like a man who gets struck by a sudden flash of genius, he stops and turns around again.

“Girls! How would you like to go on a road trip?”

The girls look at each other for a moment, then smile brightly.

“Coolio!” they reply in unison, wiggling their pompons.

The black sedan rolled down the street; past all the opulent structures of the established government agencies, it stopped at the ramshackle-makeshift Olympic Agency Headquarters.

"Mel Green Jr.?" The young man came out and entered the vehicle. From the back came a voice.

"Joe Staplin," said the man. "Joe Staplin -- plea-pleased to meet you. They moved you to the Olympic Agency?" said a confused Green.

"Both," he said with a smile.

The drive to the Central Megalopolis International Airport was an uneventful one; occurring after only mere sentences of conversation, in a certifiable flash of time. Directly onto the tarmac drove the sedan up to a learjet.

"That's you guys," the driver pointed out.

Staplin and Green exited to board their plane to Communist Brazil.

"What exactly are we going to be doing there?" asked Green of the elder Staplin.

"Let's worry about that when we get there."

Soon after the plane took off for Pacitalia, en-route to Porto Alegre.

[[OOC: I shall complete the obligitory 'getting-there' RP when I return.]]

The Ambassador of Jezabell awakens to the sound of the alarm, "Shyte, I'm late!!"

After a frantic dress and shower, Ambassador Johnson is on his way to the airport to catch his flight. His armed guards in tow.

As they arrive at the airport, they check there luggage and weapons at the gate. They will be the only ones on the small charter flight.

They take off to the destination of Porto Alegre, Communist Brazil, they will arrive in 15 hours.

(OCC: two things, what is OCC and i shall finish my arrival in 15 hours. I have work!)

(In Porto Alegre, Communist Brazil)

Jean Poutine paced furiously outside the main hall of the NSIOC building, the Hockey Canadian bid was 4th out of 6 but wasn't out of the running. One of the chants for Hockey Canada's bids was in a file folder in his hands.

"H-O-C, K-E-Y C-A-N-A-D.......A
no matter the sport or game, we'll win the bid to-day!"

When the word came out that despite the funding and support from the entire country, Poutine found out that HC still stood a miserable 4th. State of the art stadiums, the best Olympic Villages out of all the bids, and enough funding to support 3 Olympic Games in Hockey Canada still wasn't enough at this point. Propoganda was posted all over the NSIOC supporting the HC bid, but there was no feedback on it.

The Irkutsk mountains were being used by some Olympic hopefuls from Hockey Canada so they could warm-up for the games. The main 3 lodges provided 5-star accomodations for all the NSIOC members including a tour of Vancouver. The atheletes who would participate in mountain events will be staying there

OOC: Leagion and numerous other CPU-oriented systems will be used for scorination.

Mr. Wallace sat quietly on the plane. He hadn't had to rush, he didn't have a story to tell. This was why he had been hired. He wouldn't draw attention. He would travel to Communist Brazil. Cast the worth of his opinion, which wouldn't be much, and then leave quietly.

He could have been a spy. Not the flashy kind of spy you see in films, but the kind who would actually succeed. He was inconspicuous. That was what he did. In all honesty it was who he was, in his being. He doesn't get noticed. And when he does, he is soon forgotten. The definition of nobody.

That's what made him perfect for the job. He wouldn't cause trouble, or create headlines. That was for the athletes, for the leaders. The job of Mr. Wallace was to be professional, and not in the way.

He took a small moment to glance out of the window. Clouds. he thought. Everything in its place. This was his downfall as far as spying would have concerned. He may have the noticibility of the ground, but he had the mind of a chartered accountant. Still. Each to their own.

"What do you mean we have to get off the plane? What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vice President, but Sarzonia Five is needed back in Woodstock. We're getting ready to land in Nortopalazzo so that you can take a flight to Porto Alegre in Communist Brazil."

"Communist Brazil? You mean we've got to travel even further? Then forget it, I ain't going."

"Uncle Jimmy."

"Turn this fucking plane around. We're going back home."

Just then, the phone rang.

"What," Marshall snapped.

"How's your trip to Communist Brazil going?"

"I'm going back home. I thought the thing was in Nortewhatever the hell this place is called."

"Nortopalazzo."

"Yeah, that. I'm going back home. I'm not going to Communist anywhere."

"Yes, you are. If you want to keep your job, that is."

"Why's it gotta be me?"

"Jimmy, how many times have we been through this? You're going as the official representative of Sarzonia. I expect you to act like it or I'm going to ask Clay to do your job. You may find that you'll have to clean your desk out so he can put his things in your office by the time you return to Woodstock."

"You can't be serious, Mike, but just in case, I'll go."

"Good. We'll have a little talk when you get back. Enjoy your trip."

Before Jimmy could respond, Sarzo hung up the phone. Exasperated, he walked the 200 steps from Sarzonia Five to the plane that was set to take off to Porto Alegre. His aide and nephew both followed as quickly as they could and took the seats next to him in the first class accomodations.

Before Clay sat down, he gave his uncle a withering glance. His uncle met his gaze for a few moments before he turned to look out the window. The long journey to the NSIOC meeting was about to get a whole lot longer.

Janice Tran, the Minister of State for Sports and Athletics, sat in the small business jet provided by the Defense Ministry as it began to make its descent into Porto Alegre's airport.

Minister Tran's Chief of Staff, her sister Lisa, attempted to stand up. She was forced to hunch forward. "You think they would have given you a larger jet."

"I'm a Minister of State." Janice replied as she sipped water from a cup. "I'm lucky I wasn't sent via second class freight. You know how it is Lisa; if you're not a member of the Senior Cabinet you're just another bureaucrat."

"You'd think that with a government as small as ours even lower ranking Ministers would get more than a small business jet."

"Low ranking? I'm suddenly low ranking!"

"That's not what I meant."

"But that's what you said."

"Don't do this to me Jan."

"You know I can push you out of this plane."

"You think you could take me, Tennis Girl?"

Both sisters were rather well known sports figures in Hamptonshire. Janice was a top tennis star in her early and mid twenties but the fifteen years since her retirement from profession tennis at the age of twenty-nine found her moving up through the ranks in the Health and Domestic Security Ministry. Lisa, ten years her sister's junior, was a top college golfer but a tragic car accident after her first pro tourney left her with a limp and a very easily dislocatable shoulder.

The sisters continued to trade verbal jabs with each other as the plane came closer and closer to the airport. Only the captain's voice informing them of their imminent landing brought the two women to stop.

It would be an interesting meeting.

President Smith: "So where is it we have to send somebody?"

Unnamed helper: "Communist Brazil, sir."

President Smith: "Oh. Never heard of the place. Have we ever played them at anything?"

Unnamed helper: "Er, no."

President Smith: "Not even in the cheese Recognition International League?"

Unnamed helper: "Sir, there are only Druidans in that thing. No-one else plays such pointless games."

President Smith: "There are? Oh. Well, that'd be why I don't know them. Is it far away?"

Unnamed helper: "Yep. Far enough away for us to actually send someone else to do our business for us."

President Smith: "Oh. So who can we send?"

Unnamed helper: "I've got the perfect person. Enter NEWI Cefn Druids' defensive coach from World Cup 18, Amos "No" Hinton!"

President Smith: "Why's his middle name "No"?"

Unnamed helper: "You'll see in a minute."

President Smith: "Ah, Mr Hinton. A pleasure to meet you!"

Amos Hinton: "No, it isn't. It's just your job, isn't it?"

President Smith: "Well... yes, it is. But I'm just being polite. Anyway, has my helper told you what you're doing?"

Amos Hinton: "No."

President Smith: "But... welll, why not?"

Unnamed helper: "Sir, I have told Mr. Hinton what to do."

President Smith: "But he said you haven't."

Unnamed helper: "Sir, a quick word... Mr Hinton says no to whatever you say to him, no matter what answer you expect."

President Smith: "Oh, well, er... Mr. Hinton, will you do your best to represent Druida at the NSIOC Congress?"

Amos Hinton: "No, no. I'll do even better than that!"

President Smith: "Great. Well, good luck!"

Amos Hinton: "No, there's no luck involved. No worries, yeah?"

And so Amos Hinton left for Communist Brazil. He tried to get a lift off the Starblaydi representative until he realised they didn't actually have one, so he just set off under his own pretences. He'll probably end up cadging a lift of the Vilitan or something.

A telegram sent from Vancouver, Hockey Canada to all nations:


Nations, this shall be a moment in history in which noone should forget participating in. As a gift of goodwill, Hockey Canada will provide first-class and royal accomidations to Porto Alegre on AHC (Air Hockey Canada). Each person arriving will recieve a free stay at any hotel to their choosing and will also have all transportation taken care of by Hockey Canada.

We hope you enjoy your stay in Porto Alegre and enjoy the NSIOC.

OOC: I just changed my last post to say Communist Brazil. Makes it simple. That information on Pacitalia's airports will be useful for the future anyway. But now I need the same information from Communist Brazil...

IC:

Luftwaffe Eins was in Communist Brazil airspace now, IFR to Porto Alegre. Towards the end of their plotted course, they transferred to Porto Alegre Airport Approach as ordered by Porto Alegre Center.

"Porto Alegre Approach, Luftwaffe One is type Airbus A380, Flight-Level Three-Zero-Zero, IFR to Porto Alegre."

Rolo Yeqo seemed nervous as he boarded the plane at Esther Marchese International Airport in Columbia. He had just been named Bedistan's Sports and Recreation Minister two weeks ago, and this was his first significant assignment. But it seemed to be quite an important one - he was heading to Communist Brazil to represent Bedistan at the third session of the NSIOC.

Communist Brazil, he thought to himself. I don't even know where that is...well, now that I think about it it's probably part of Brazil. But other than that, I don't know. I don't know anything about the place either. Well, except that it's communist. I wonder what a communist nation is like? Somehow I don't figure my Bedistani currency will be any good there, probably need to get that exchanged as soon as I can. And I'm sure they'll rip me off with the exchange rate; that always seems to happen every time I go to a foreign country. I never have as much money after I've been there, converted my currency, and then converted it back when I left. Knowing my luck, I won't have enough money for the return plane ticket.

Yeqo's conversation with himself was interrupted by the pilot announcing the plane's departure and the need for all the passengers to fasten their seat belts. The Bedistani government only had very limited aerial transport services, and those were usually reserved for the President and other really high-ranking officials. So he was reduced to traveling like a regular citizen. Luckily you could go just about anywhere in the world from Columbia. Yeqo fastened his seat belt and prepared for the long ride.

Bente fidgeted in her seat. She hated planes, and would much rather have been on a ship, but haste was necessary. It simply would not do for the heir to the throne of Callisdrun, future wearer of the Iron Crown, to be late. She looked out the window, and it appeared that some land was coming in sight. Bored, she looked over to her traveling companion, and fellow diplomat, Olaf Haugen. He was asleep, and she didn't feel like bothering him again.

There had been some hubbub over whether it would be better to send her or her younger brother Carl, but the point had been made that she took a greater interest in sports, indeed, was an avid skier. Thus, the decision had been made. All travel forms of course had been taken care of, and one of the air force's best pilots was flying the small, dark blue jet. The pilot then came over the intercom, which was not the least bit scratchy in its sound, and informed the few passengers that he'd just requested clearence to land in this nation called Communist Brazil.

"Okay, you're representing us at the NSIOC meeting, Dave."

"Me? Why me?"

"You're the Government's new Official NSIOC Representative, and will represent Liverpool England in all NSIOC business."

"But.... but...."

"No buts. Your limo is outside right now to take you to Orean International, where you'll be headed to Yuba, Bedistan. You will from there stay on the plane, which will continue to Saronno, Pacitalia where a private jet will take you to Porto Alegre, Communist Brazil."

"Communist Brazil? You sure you don't want to boycott the session?"

"Are you crazy!? And make us lose our NSIOC General Congress spot!? No way! Be off now, your limo's outside."

Official Communique
To: Bedistani, Pacitalian, Communist Brazillian governments
From: Sport Ministry, Liverpool England
Subj: Stopovers and itiniery

Greetings, attached are the official travel plans of the Liverpool England NSIOC representative, Dave Roberts. We hope it can be accomodated.

From To Dur Flight Info ETD (local) ETA (local)
Orean, LEN Yuba, BDS 11h:08m LivEng Airways LEN015 1400 2108
Yuba, BDS Saronno, PAC 06h:21m LivEng Airways LEN014 2145 0406
Saronno, PAC Porto Alegre, CBZ 02h:14m Chartered flight LEN141 0430 0645

Sports Ministry
Liverpool England

President Smith: "So do you know the way to Communist Brazil?"

Amos Hinton: "No, I don't."

President Smith (to unnamed helper): "Does he mean that?"

Unnamed helper shrugs.

President Smith: "Well, uh, anyway, we've sorted you out as far as Pactillia. They do fly almost everywhere from Cefn-Mawr International, but unfortunately not to places we don't really know. From there... well, you'll just have to get a lift off someone."

Amos Hinton: "No, I can't do that! Why can't I go all the way?"

President Smith: "Because we don't know the way."

From To Dur Flight Info ETD (local) ETA (local)
Orean, LEN Yuba, BDS 11h:08m LivEng Airways LEN015 1400 2108
Yuba, BDS Saronno, PAC 06h:21m LivEng Airways LEN014 2145 0406
Saronno, PAC Porto Alegre, CBZ 02h:14m Chartered flight LEN141 0430 0645

OOC: It's actually more like a seven to eight hour flight to Porto Alegre, since I'm actually in RL Mexico and he's in RL Brazil.

IC

Thank you for the information, Sport Ministry. We wish Signore Roberts a safe trip through our soil to Communist Brazil for the session.

Fabio Coperno Ferdinando
Agustinate of Customs & Immigration

It was a sunny day in Porto Alegre. It always is - at least that's what the rumours say. People were sunning themselves on the beach and enjoying themselves, generally having fun.

Then someone saw what looked like the top a great, lumbering balloon on the horizon. It came closer and closer, and people got more and more worried. Although zeppelins were an occasional part of the city picture of Porto Alegre, they weren't as large as this, and they usually had ads on it. This one just had a large blue and white flag on both sides.

The zeppelin cruised further, and began to hover over the city - blocking the sun for the sunbathers. When they started to protest at it, they heard an eerie voice.

"Don't be afraid, Brazilians...or was that commies? Anyway, I'm sure you're as confused as we are, but this is Porto Alegre, right? We're just dropping off an IOC delegate, so if some of you could tell us where he's supposed to go, then we can go home and everything will be fine. Cheers."

Naturally, about a hundred voices started shouting, and ten different opinions.

"Okay, fine, we'll just drop him off at the highest building."

An hour later, the Streetian delegate - still confused at all the techonological advances - was found on top of the Che-Guevara hotel in the centre of town - coincidentally the highest building. He showed his accreditation documents, and the hotel personnel grudgingly agreed to host - particularly when he waved some Ankh-Morpork dollars in front of them.

(OOC: Yeah, I invented the name of the hotel. Sue me.)

Mr. Wallace stepped through the airport doors in Porto Alegre. There was no waiting fanfare, there was no black Bentley. There was, however, a small man looking worse for wear. He was holding the remians of a cardboard box, with the word 'Waltins' scrawled in large, but still almost illegible, letters.

"That'd be me I expect" he mused to himself, before clambouring into the car.

The man, who presumably had a name though Mr. Wallace was rather inclined to not ask for it, climbed into the driver seat and began the drive to the hotel.

The authorities had received a telegram from their Hockey Canadian counterparts which Mr. Wallace would never be told about. However the minister for sport, Michael Late, and his latest secretary, 'Cindy', are reported to be having a marvellous holiday in Porto Alegre, and for once it isn't costing the taxpayers anything.

"You may now exit the plane, Mr. Vice President."

"Thank God," Jimmy muttered out loud. He was aware of the death glare his nephew gave him, but he paid it no mind. His aide grabbed the Vice President's briefcase and helped the nephew get his luggage, and the Sarzonians were on their way to the safety of a hotel room.

Once they checked in to the various rooms, Clay looked at his uncle and said, "I hope you're not going to put your foot in your mouth like you've been doing on the flight over here."

"I'm on solid ground again. I should be fine. Now where did I put my phrase book?"

"Phrase book."

"Portugese for the Diplomat. Oh, there it is."

Jimmy grabbed his phrasebook and clutched onto the thing like it had national security secrets. Clay opened his suitcase and began to unpack. Jimmy pulled out his laptop and began to do some preliminary work to prepare for the session. He looked at the schedule and looked at the future meetings to see where the next would be.

"I hope it's in Woodstock," he said. "Hell, I'll even take Portland."

He looked at his watch and realised he didn't have time to scour the meeting schedule information. He had to grab his stuff and go, so he began to. Before he opened his room to make the brisk walk to the limousine, Clay stopped him.

"You forgot your medication again."

"Thanks." Now Marshall could head toward the meeting site.

Robert McGoomba, the first Sports Minister of Ness Snorlaxia, was sitting in his office, which consisted of a chair, desk, and speakerphone at the moment. Since McGoomba had nothing to do at the moment, he was playing with a pencil. All of a sudden, a voice came out of the speakerphone.

"McGoomba!" Prime Minister Christina Noyarita shouted, startling McGoomba.

"What is it? Will I finally get to do something!"

"Yes, you will. You're going to go to Communist Brazil to represent our country at the NSIOC, and..."

"Whoa, whoa! Chrissie, do you even know where Communist Brazil is?"

"South America. It's very far away from Hyrule. Please don't interrupt me again."

"Oh, sorry..."

"Anyway, you'll be flying to Porto Alegre from Fourside International, on Goomba Airlines. The limo to the airport should be outside right now."

"Okay!"

McGoomba got up out of his chair, and ran to the exit of the building. Outside, he saw the limosine wating for him. Excitedly, he dashed towards it, while doing his best to avoid young children that are jumping around.

He reached the door of the limo, and opened it. McGoomba hopped inside and sat down. Once he fastened the seatbelt, the limo drove off, and was headed towards Fourside International Airport.

OOC: Just going to RP the controllers as Communist Brazil has not posted yet.

IC:

"Luftwaffe One, Porto Alegre Approach, roger. Turn left heading zero-zero-one, descend and maintain 3,600, decrease speed to 250 knots."

"Turn left heading zero-zero-one, descend and maintain 3,600, decrease speed to 250 knots. Luftwaffe One, roger."

After the long descend from 30,000 feet to 3,600, turn to heading 001, and slowing down to 250 knots, and listening to ATIS, new instructions were recieved.

"Luftwaffe One, you are three-zero miles northwest. Turn right heading one-six-zero, decend and maintain 3,000 until established on the localizer. Expect ILS, runway zero-one approach. Contact Porto Alegre tower on 119.920."

"Turn right heading one-six-zero, decend and maintain 3,000 until established. Expect ILS, runway zero-one approach. Contacting Porto Alegre tower on 119.920. Luftwaffe One, roger."

On 119.920:

"Porto Alegre tower, Luftwaffe One is type Airbus A380, in-bound, runway zero-one approach."

"Luftwaffe One, roger. Fly straight in, runway zero-one."

"Fly straight in, runway zero-one, Luftwaffe One roger."

After established on the localizer:

"Luftwaffe One, cleared to land, runway zero-one."

"Cleared to land, runway zero-one. Luftwaffe One, roger."

The approach and accompanied touch-down were perfect. After applying reverse-thursters and coming to a stop, new intructions were recieved again.

"Luftwaffe One, contact Ground on 128.050."

"Contacting Ground on 128.050. Luftwaffe One, roger."

On 128.050:

"Porto Alegre Ground, Luftwaffe One requests taxi to the gate."

"Luftwaffe One, taxi to gate Victor-India-Papa-One, via taxiway Alpha."

"Taxing to gate Victor-India-Papa-One, via taxiway Alpha. Luftwaffe One, roger."

The plane taxied to the VIP gate, and soon Ludo was off the plane, walking through the terminal into a limousine to the Third Session of the NSIOC.

About an hour later...

It took an hour to reach the airport, but McGoomba didn't care. He was just so excited that he was going to do something for once. The limosine parked outside of a terminal, where McGoomba got out of the car and walked inside. Once inside, McGoomba heard a member of the airport police calling him.

"Robert McGoomba, Robert McGoomba..."

"Oh! That's me!"

"Well, hello. I'm just going to escort you to the Goomba Airlines flight to Porto Alegre."

"Yep! Port Allergy in Communist Brazil!"

The security guard just gave him a blank stare. "Okay... well, just follow me."

McGoomba followed the security guard through the various shops and wating areas. It took a few minutes to find the line of the Goomba Airlines flight to Porto Alegre. Once there, the security guard explained to the ticket-taker that McGoomba was representing Ness Snorlaxia at the NSIOC.

"Okay, you may go through," the ticket-taker said.

McGoomba walked through the hallway, which led to the airplane door. Once on the plane, he sat in a seat, located in first class.

After waiting many minutes, the plane sped down the runway and flew into the sky, headed towards Communist Brazil.

Ludo Hienkel took the limousine to conference building, got dropped off at the front enterance, and walked inside.

Jimmy, with his aide and his nephew flanking him, picked up his briefcase and walked into the conference room. Under his breath, he was practising his speech so that he wouldn't seem like a country hick, which he felt more and more like he was in spite of the dark suit he was wearing.

Capitalizt Olympic Committee director Nelson Sitzman looked over the travel itinerary for the representative to the Third NSIOC Session:
From To Dur Flight Info ETD (local) ETA (local)
Yu-Po, COM Porto Alegre, CBZ 18h:40m CDA74656 flight 1700 05–14 18:30 05–15 10:10
Porto Alegre, CBZ Yu-Po, COM 18h:40m CDA74656 flight 1701 05–16 19:05 05–17 16:45

Sitzman: Walter, don’t you think he’ll be cutting it a bit close? Shouldn’t he spend a day in Brazil before the meeting?

Herriman: This is a communist nation we’re talking about! The plan is to get Bortner in and out as quickly as possible.

Sitzman: If he’s late, you’ll be held responsible!

Herriman: Yes, sir.

Sitzman: Now, where’s that coffee I ordered?

Minister of Sports Olav Nett stepped out of the limo and held the door open for Sheryl and Sherry, both aptly wearing an identical green and red tank top, Spruitland’s national team colors. The girls had turned out to be sisters, though not twins, which was a bit unfortunate, but nothing to lose any sleep over. Or rather, nothing to not lose sleep over.

“Remember, girls,” he said, taking one on each arm, “you can mingle, flirt, seduce, anything you like, but you’re going back to the hotel with me tonight. I have your return tickets, and I’m not afraid to lose them. Trust me, you do not want to get stuck in a Communist country. It’s against the law to remove armpit and facial hair, here.”

With a look of horror on their faces, the girls snugged a little closer to the Minister of Sports, holding their pompoms protectively in front of their bodies. Olav smiled.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be all right. Come on, give daddy a kiss, then.”

They leaned closer and kissed his cheeks in unison, and when he pinched their buttocks, they let out a high pitch shriek and then burst into giggles. With a bright grin, Olav Nett led his cheerleaders into the building where the Committee meeting was to be held.

25 hours later...

"We are about to reach Porto Alegre. Please return to your seats, and fasten your seatbelts."

Robert McGoomba was sitting in his seat, with seatbelt fastened. However, he did this about five hours ago, and was sleeping at the moment. Other passengers that were up and walking about scurried to their seats as fast as they could.

It took a few minutes for the plane to land. When it did, the loudspeaker came on, again.

"We have arrived at the Porto Alegre airport. We hope you have enjoyed your flight."

McGoomba did not hear this, and was still sleeping. A passenger sitting near him took notice of this, and was trying to wake him up.

"Urheilu-ministeri henkilö! Me olemme laskeutuneet!"

No response.

"RUUMIINVALVOJAISET YLÖS! Me olemme Kommunistisessa Brasiliassa lentoasema!"

The man was literally shouting in McGoomba's ear to get him to wake up. Which he did.

"Whoa! Whoa! Settle down! I'm awake, okay!"

McGoomba didn't know where he was, except that he was on a plane. Using his common sense, he saw that everyone wasn't there. So, he un-buckled his seatbelt, walked down the aisle, and left the Goomba Airlines plane. He then followed the corridor that led to the airport terminal. While he was walking, his cell phone rang. McGoomba took it out of his belt and answered it.

"Noyarita here. Are you in Communist Brazil right now?"

"According to that Finnish guy I met on the plane, yes. And I also see a flag with a yellow diamond and hammer and sickle inside of a circle."

"So, you are there! Now, there should be a limo we arranged for you. It should be outside around this time."

"Yeah, yeah, that's great, Chrissie."

McGoomba then turned off his cell phone, and placed it on his belt. He then walked outside, where he saw a man standing near a limosine holding up a sign saying "McGoomba" on it.

McGoomba opened the door of the limo, and jumped inside. After sitting down, the limo drove off to the conference center.

Later in the day...

The limo was parked outside of the conference center. The chauffer opened the door nearest to McGoomba, who then got out.

"Finally! That took a long time!"

"It was only a few minutes, sir."

"No, no... the whole trip to this nation! It was very long and boring!"

"Oh, I understand."

McGoomba then walked towards the conference center and walked through the doors.

[OOC: The two sentences were "Sports minister person! We have landed!" and "WAKE UP! We're at the Communist Brazil airport!"]

An hour after landing, Princess Bente went to enter the building that the meeting was taking place in. Several aides had already seen that her luggage was taken to her hotel room. Olaf Haugen followed her in. Thankfully, very few people seemed to recognize them. Bente sighed. She had been warned about the heat, but even without being surprised by it, she found it quite uncomfortable.

"Excuse me," she said to the nearest person who looked like they worked in the building. She then went on to ask him about where the meeting was being held.

Mr. Wallace walked through the doors of the building hosting the conference. He had a map of the building in his breast pocket, but it was just a precaution, he had memorised it before leaving FLP.

There were numerous other representatives lounging around, some of whom were clearly lost, and he recognised most of them. He had spent a long hour staring at their photos and memorising the names that went with them. Only those nations who hadn't been prepared for the conference had sent representatives unknown to Mr. Wallace.

He weaved his way, in a far from lightening pace, between the workers of Communist Brazil as he headed toward the conference room.

Third IOC Session - Schedule

Sunday, 15 May

9.00-10.00am -- Breakfast
10.00-10.15am -- Opening Address by Alberto G. Cazamorga (PAC), President of the NSIOC
11.00am-12.00pm -- Assembly in the Main Hall
12.00-3.00pm -- Electronic & Live Presentations by Bid Cities
(lunch is served during these presentations, most likely around 1pm)
12.00-12.25pm -- Ness Snorlaxian Presentation
12.25-12.50pm -- Oliverry Presentation
12.50-1.15pm -- Hamptonshire Presentation
1.15-1.40pm -- Tonissia Presentation
1.40-2.05pm -- Hockey Canada Presentation
2.05-2.30pm -- Union of Soviet Socialist Republics Presentation
2.30-2.55pm -- Oglethorpia Presentation
3.00-4.00pm -- Coffee and snack break
4.00-4.15pm -- Executive Council comments on bid presentations
4.15-4.50pm -- General Congress voices questions or concerns
5.00-6.00pm -- Press Conference involving IOC President and six other members of either the NSIOC-EC or NSIOC-GC
6.30-8.00pm -- Supper
8.00-9.00pm -- Play presented by the grade four drama class of Obeira do Baixo Alegre Primary School, Porto Alegre
Titled: Humanity Together

9.00pm -- Day adjourned, return to hotel rooms for debriefs by home nations etc.

Monday, 16 May

8.00-9.00am -- Breakfast
9.00-9.30am -- Assembly in the Great Hall
9.30-10.00am -- Review of bids
10.00-10.30am -- First ballot
10.30-11.00am -- Votes tabulated, result read closer to 10.55-11.00
----(lowest two pollers drop out if second ballot needed)
11.00-11.30am -- Break to reconsider votes if second ballot necessary, if not, session is adjourned
11.30am-12.00pm -- Second ballot
12.00-12.30pm -- Votes tabulated, result read closer to 12.25-12.30
-----(lowest two pollers drop out if third ballot needed)
12.30-1.00pm -- Break to reconsider votes if third ballot necessary, if not, session is adjourned
1.00-1.30pm -- Third ballot
1.30-2.00pm -- Votes tabulated
-----(lowest poller drops out if third ballot needed)
2.00-2.30pm -- Host City announced live on international television at 2.00pm, session adjourned thereafter

3.00-5.00pm -- Press Conference with Host City representatives and NSIOC representatives

---End of Third IOC Session---

Remember you have to TELEGRAM ME YOUR VOTES, not publicly post them here in the session topic. Also remember that this is not going to be RPed in real time, the two days will actually probably take another week to RP.

Voting Guidelines and Information
2010 Winter Olympiad Host Selection


You may only vote for one Host City per ballot.
To vote, simply type the nation containing the Host City (i.e. the USSR, Ness Snorlaxia) or their NSIOC country code (i.e. UXR, NSX) in a telegram, and send it to Pacitalia.

Hamptonshire (Eeasen) = GDH
Hockey Canada (Vancouver) = CAN
Ness Snorlaxia (Ozette) = NSX
Oglethorpia (Megalopolis City) = OGL
Oliverry (Marshalliston) = OLV
Tonissia (Bristol) = TNS
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (Moscow) = UXR
Please remember to vote with a mature mind - vote for the best bid, not a person who is your friend on NS. If everyone does that, we will for sure end up with the wrong host and the games will be a horrible experience.
There will be three ballots based on the fact that there are seven Bid Cities. If a second ballot is needed, the lowest two polling cities from the first ballot are automatically excluded. If a third one is needed, the lowest two polling cities from the second ballot are automatically excluded.
If a fourth ballot is needed, the press conference is delayed and the lowest poller from the third ballot is automatically excluded, leaving two Candidate Cities to host the 2010 NS Winter Olympiad.

In the Airplane that transports the Marshalliston 2010 bid team between Marshalliston and Porto Alegre...

Guillaume Fournier: Well, team, I hope that you didn't forget the diaporama. We need it to present the bid to everyone.

Jordan Trudel: Well, yes, I forgot it...

Guillaume: What? We need it. Call at your home and ask her to send it to you by E0mai;. Is that clear?

Jordan: Ok.

*He composes the phone number*

Jordan: Hi darling. Can you please send me the diaporama for the NSIOC Session? Yes? Thank you. I will always love you, even here...

*knocks the phone*

Ok! It's done. I should have it when I'll arrive there.

Once in Porto Alegre

Some Communists: (In some song air): Become Communist, you better be one, because if not, We will...

*Jordan kicks in the communists*

Jordan: Damn Communists. Why can't they shut the fuck up? Now, let's go to the hotel.

Once at the hotel

*Jordan thinks to him self: Now, let's connect the computer on internet...*

The computer speaker: "Welcome on Communist Cable, the Nr.1 internet provider in Communist Brazil"

Jordan: Ah! Shut the fuck up...

*He presses on power and the speaker stops talking*

Now, let's chack my E-mails... Cool! I have it. Now, let's save it. Damn Wincommunist ME. It shutted down.

*20 minutes later, after the system rebooted...*

Phew, it saved. Now, let's transfer it to my portable... Ok. It's done.

Guillaume: Do you have it?

Jordan: Yes I have!

Guillaume: Now, come to the party. It's the carnival in there. Let's check some beautiful girls :D

Jordan: Let's go!!!

Ludo Hienkel was driven to the airport to eat breakfeast on his plane quickly. He had Weiner Schnitzel with spaetzle, along with a refreshing drink of Dotterweich Beer before being driven back to the conference with his lunch, which consisted of more Weiner Schnitzel with spaetzle and Dotterweich beer.

http://www.galen-frysinger.ws/chicago/chicago45.jpg

"Emmer!"

"Yes, Your Most Evil Womanness?"

"Why are we late again?"

"...I ain't in charge of itinerary, so ask Evann."

Jaquee Moriseete sighed heavily. The ChicanadaAir jet carrying the COC delegation was late in it's arrival at Pacitalia thereby delaying the delegation's arrival in Communist Brazil by several hours.

In haste the Chicanadan Olympic President, Meshell Fjzolp decided to send the same unit that had covered the Don Cherry Cup for Chicanada...which meant sending Jaquee out into the world. COnsidering her reputation for being rather stupid, she was the highest ranking official the CHL could provide as hockey session A had recently begun.

Once in Porto Alegre, the delegation team (seven members) had only minutes to check intom their hotel before arriving inbetween the Oliverry and Hamptonshire presentations. Emmerdille, the COC's representative on facilities and Jaquee's personal babysitter, sent messages out to the Oliverrian and Ness Snorlaxian delegations to appologize for their tardiness and ask for any information provided to the NSIOC in their absence. She then went back to hiding the liquor from Jaquee while Evann Fairme, COC representative on transportation and finance, attempted to read. The rest of the delegation decided to take a rest and rely on Evann and Emmer for details.

“Nettie?” the girls sulked in unison. Minister of Sports Olav Nett cringed. He didn’t like it when they called him that.

“What is it?” he asked, doing his best to keep the impression that he was intently listening to the Host Bid Presentations. Though he wasn’t even sure which bidder was up there at the moment.

“We’re hungry,” one of them complained – Sherry he thought. “We want one of them Wiener-thingies that fat German-speaking guy was eating.”

The Minister of Sports couldn’t help turning his head away from the presentation to look at the girls.

“You want what?”

“A Wiener… thingie. What was it, Sheryl?”

“Wiener-Schnauzer,” Sheryl said, rolling her eyes at her sister’s denseness. Olav frowned for a moment, then decidedly shook his head.

“There’s no way I’m gonna let you girls eat something that has the word Wiener in it,” he said sternly, focusing on the presentation again. “Just be patient, they should be serving lunch soon.”

In typical Druidan style, Amos 'No' Hinton still hasn't made it to the IOC session...

"So this must be Communist Brazil," Amos thought to himself.

Of course, it didn't take a genius to work that out. A huge banner with "Porto Alegre, Communist Brazil, Third NSIOC session, 15-16 May 2005" written in pretty damn big letters was a bit of a give away.

"2005? It was 2014 when I set off." It hadn't struck him that the Druidan calendar was different to the one the NSIOC used. He looked at his watch. 23:17. Of course, it hadn't struck him that he was in another time-zone, either, so he was pondering why, at such an unusual hour of the day, was the sun rising. And why was there no welcome party for the delegates?

"Either this place is a bit... backward or..."

"Are you alright there, sir?" The airport security man came over to Amos. "only you look a little lost."

"No... I'm just confused... This IOC session you have all the banners for... has it happened yet?"

"It starts today. Probably underway already. Why? Should you be there?"

"No... er... just curious."

Amos Hinton scrambles into the reception area of where the NSIOC meeting is being held...

Receptionist: "Excuse me, do you have a pass to go through here?"

Amos Hinton: "No, but I should be here. I'm here as the Druidan representative, my plane landed here 45 minutes ago, am I late?"

Receptionist: "Well all the representatives were supposed to register yesterday, sleep over, get rid of jet lag and generally relax in the area so that when it all starts today you're more than comfortable. Are you OK?"

Amos Hinton: "No. But I'll get by."

Receptionist: "So looking at the list of who's made it, I'm guessing you're from Druida?"

Amos Hinton: "No."

Receptionist: "Oh, well, where are you from?"

Amos Hinton: "No, I am really. I can show you my passport, the paperwork, anything."

Reception: "OK, well, here's your pass, here's a schdule of events, go through there and everyone's haveing breakfast. Everything OK?"

Amos Hinton: "No, not really. What time is it here?"

Receptionist: "It's... 9:04 a.m... why?"

Amos Hinton: "No, no, nothing for you to worry about."

Amos was worried, though. Only because his sleeping pattern was so out. He'd not slept since eight in the morning Druidan time, and back home it was now after midnight. And his day was only just beginning!

I am now accepting first ballot votes. I've already had two.

REMEMBER TO TELEGRAM THEM TO ME, NOT POST THEM HERE.

Before the presentation...

Guillaume Fournier: Where are the Chicanadan representers? They weren't there for the Ness Snorlaxian presentation but I just received that:

From jmori @ coc.chi

Sorry for being late. I received the schedule and I'll surely arrive between your presentation and Hamptonshire's one. Can you please send me the information about your bid?

Thank you

Jaquee Moriseete's babysitter


Jordan Trudel: Well, let's start then...

The presentation is going well. When it finished, everyone applauded the Oliverrian diaporama and someone arrived...

Guillaume: I'd like to welcome the Chicanadan representives

Everyone applauded

Jordan: Now, we'll let the NSIOC president talk...

Later, at 3 o'clock

Jordan: Phew, it was very boring to listen to other bids. Well, now, we have some time to go out. Let's call the president...

Guillaume: Good idea!

He composes the phone number...

Guillaume: Hi Mr. Gagnon

President: Hello Mr the minister. Is the bid presentation finished?

Guillaume: Yes. T'was pretty boring...

President: Do you want Oliverry to win the bid? If so, shut your mouth and listen to this...

Guillaume: Are Cherry cup hosts chosen already?

President: What? Sport news don't get to Communist Brazil? Oh well...

Guillaume: We didn't listen ANY hockey news, maybe one fron Tanah Burung but that's all...

President: Ok. I'll call you when they will be unvailed. A last thing: For which bid will you vote for?

Guillaume: I think we'll vote for (answer in the TG I will send Pacitalia) but I'm not sure. To finish: How are things with those Limbrugidlians?

President: Tomorrow, I will say the decision I took about Limbrugidlians.

Guilaume: Ok, Bye.

President: Good Bye!

*Presses the "End" button on his cellular*

Guillaume: Now, let's return to the Main Hall. The comments session will start soon...

"What do you mean you don't have news of the big Melee?!" Bente was quite irritated. "It's the biggest sporting event in my country, you oaf!" She sighed. "You can at least find out who's winning." Bente rolled her eyes. This person was not being helpful. "It's going on right now! How many times do I have to tell you?!" Finally, she got another number to call, and hung up.

"People have no idea what's important," she said in all seriousness. She and Olaf were taking a break, in the lobby, and she had wanted to know who was winning the big Melee, a joust-like tournament held annually between the University of Callisdrun at Drun, and Callismark University. She was, of course, rooting for UC.

Jean Poutine's simple but true statement for other representative's voting:

WWJD- What Would Jesus do?

VOTE HOCKEY CANADA!
CAN

Breakfast time...
I'm not hungry. But, it's free, so I should have something. McGoomba was thinking about what to have for breakfast, still undecided.

Uh...

Hmm... How about weiner schnitzel? That German dude is having it and those strange cheerleader people are saying stuff about it. Maybe I should have it too!

Main Hall, about 11:24 AM
"Well, I had a bigger breakfast than usual," McGoomba was saying to himself, as he walked into the main hall. He walked over to his seat, jumped onto it, and stood up so he could see what was going on.

11:58 AM
"Okay, so the presentation's about to start..." McGoomba was saying to himself, yet again. However, he noticed that something was wrong.

"Where are the representatives from Chicanada?"

12:00 PM
It was now time for the bid presentations to start. The first nation making a presentation, as announced in the schedule, was Ness Snorlaxia. On the large presentation screen, the video started, displaying the Ozette 2010 bid logo.

"Well, what would almost every prophet do? They would vote Ness Snorlaxia for the 2010 Olympics! When making your vote, there are three key points you should consider: We are free, we are safe, and we are hard-working." The video then went on to explain the stadiums, ski resorts, hotels, a planned Olympic Village, and elabourated more upon the three points mentioned earlier.

At 12:25, the presentation ended. Everyone in the audience applauded. The next presentation, for Oliverry, started soon after the one for Ness Snorlaxia ended.

3:00 PM
"That took a looooong time. It's now three o'clock here!" McGoomba exclaimed, still talking to himself. The presentations have ended, and it was time for coffee and snack break. This was something he liked, but first, it was time to check his cell phone.

"Hmm... one new message! Who is it from?" McGoomba question. He then proceded to use the buttons on the phone to select the message. To his suprise, it was someone from Chicanada!

"It says here... sorry for being late, yadda yadda yadda, can you please send me information about your bid... well, that's something I'll have to do."

Using his feet, McGoomba typed in mostly what was said in the presentation, and sent it to Jaquee Moriseete's babysitter. Since that was finally over with, he decided what to eat for snack.

I could really go for Hesburger right now, McGoomba thought, but I'm sure there are none in this country. Oh, and I need to call Chrisse about this. So, McGoomba got out his cell phone again, and dialed the number for Christina Noyarita.

Meltokio, Tethe'alla, Ness Snorlaxia; 2:00 AM
Christina Noyarita was sleeping. The Goomba prime minister was in Meltokio for an important meeting, and she needed all the sleep she could get.

She suddenly awoke, hearing the song Smiles and Tears very faintly. Noyarita knew that this was her cell phone. Annoyed, she got up out of bed, and went to the desk where it was.

"Hey, can't you see that I'M SLEEPING!"

"Whoa, whoa, you need to take a chill pill, Chrissie! I'm not in the same time zone as Hyrule, so give me a break," McGoomba yelled, through the cell phone.

"Sorry... it's just morning grumpiness. Now, why did you call me?"

"The presentations are over, and it's now snack break."

"What's the rest of your day?"

"Well, a bunch of stuff that has to do with the executive council and general congress, press conference, supper, and a play presented by a class in the... Oberry do Bike Allergy Primary School."

"It's obvious that you can't pronounce Portugese properly. But thanks for the info, anyway. Goodbye!" Noyarita turned off the cell phone, and placed it back in the desk drawer.

Back in Porto Alegre...
McGoomba put the cell phone back on his belt. He left the main hall soon after, walking through the nearby hallways for snacks.

“How can this be happening?” yelled Albert Cunning as he ran thru the airport.
“I am not sure Sir” replied his aid Alicia who was trailing right behind him. They were both running thru the airport as fast as they could to hopefully make up some lost time.

“I cannot believe this! The first major international event that Moepoeia is involved in and we are late!” exclaimed Albert.
“I know sir but there was a mechanical problem with the jet that we had reserved for you and then the weather has made air travel impossible”
“Yes the weather has been really bad” wined Albert.

It had been raining incredibly hard accompanied by heavy rains for the past two days causing the runways to be too dangerous for take off.

“I was told that The Prime Minister said she sent her apologies to the NSIOC earlier but this is still an embarrassment to our country.”
“It is ok sir I would think that they will forgive us for being late.” said Alicia encouragingly.
“I hope so” replied Albert

Soon enough the two were boarding the jet…

“Ok sir we will be flying to Capagatta and then continuing to Communist Brazil. We hope to be in Communist Brazil by early-midday tomorrow.”
“I hope so” as he looked at his watch, “It is 19:00 now so that sounds about right.”
They enter the craft and sit down and start to prepare for take off. Albert is still mad about the whole situation and Alicia can see that so she hopes to cheer him up by giving hope that he will not miss to much of the second day.
“By the Schedule that was faxed to us we should arrive some time…..” she looks down at the sheets she was holding “somewhere around the end of breakfast.”
“Oh great now I will miss that too” thought Albert. “Ok then” he replied then he continued to read the Kadoatie times.

“This is going to be a fun trip” thought Alicia as she sat in the private jet. “At least the government sprang for a private jet” she thought.

“Sir I would have to say that we should try to rest as much as we can on this flight considering we will be arriving and getting straight to work”
“Yeah Yeah I know you are as bad as my mother” snapped Albert.
Alicia just sat there quite “I am not going to start with him”

“Alicia did you ask to have a copy of the presentations send to us since we were unable to be present?”
“Yes, but I am not sure if my request was up though.”
“Sometimes I don’t know if I can trust you with these important things.” He replied, “I just hope they will send us copies or at least some info so I can think it over on this flight”
“I hope so too.”

The flight took off and the only thing that the two were thinking was that they hoped nothing else would go wrong and they would make it there in time for the second day.

Amos Hinton sat in the hall, dozing off and waking up every now and again, when heard the following message in amongst his dreams...

WWJD- What Would Jesus do?

VOTE HOCKEY CANADA!
CAN

Who's Jesus? Must be some odd Hockey Canadian figure of speach or something. Because whoever he is, he sure doesn't have a vote. Weirdos.

Ludo seat down in his chair and listened to the presentations. He payed attention so he could tell Otto the details latter. But first, he ate his Weiner Schnitzel, while laughing at the the pathetic people pronouncing with a "w" sound, when it really is pronounced (in English) "Veiner Schnitzel". After the presentations were done, he left the room during the "snack break" and made his call to Otto. After reciting all the details of all the presentations, Otto told him the city he wanted. He said, "Zustimmung! Auf Wiedersehn!" in return, and hung up.

After casting his First Ballot vote, the Spruitland Minister of Sports turned around and almost BUMPed into the fellow from the Great Sixth Reich, who had a large chunk of Wiener Schnitzel stuck in his beard.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, and went on his way.

The Hockey Canadian representative casts the vote and returns to his seat. The Wiener Schnitzel giving off an odour hard to miss as he walks back to his seat.

Bump - I still need around 21 votes for the first ballot. Time's a wasting, let's get to 'er.

After deliberating with Olaf Haugen for a few minutes, Bente cast her vote and they went to have brunch.

The rep from Hockey canada checks his watch as the vots should be cast but some reps are sitting in their seats staring into the abyss.

Okay, so here's the deal.

I haven't even gotten half of the votes for the first ballot yet. It takes about thirty seconds to telegram me your vote. So, my plan henceforth is that all NSIOC-GC members have until Monday, 30 May at 12:00am GMT (5pm Sunday on west coast North America, 8pm Sunday on east coast), or else they'll wait until a possible second ballot to be able to vote.

Right now, there is no clear host city but as such, I may still drop the bottom two pollers by Sunday night despite possibly not having a clear leader in the first ballot vote.

Okay, so here's the deal.

I haven't even gotten half of the votes for the first ballot yet. It takes about thirty seconds to telegram me your vote. So, my plan henceforth is that all NSIOC-GC members have until Monday, 30 May at 12:00am GMT (5pm Sunday on west coast North America, 8pm Sunday on east coast), or else they'll wait until a possible second ballot to be able to vote.

Right now, there is no clear host city but as such, I may still drop the bottom two pollers by Sunday night despite possibly not having a clear leader in the first ballot vote.

Who might be the 2 bottom pollers be?

Who might be the 2 bottom pollers be?

Secret ballot, so no one, not even you, can know.

All right, I know nobody else is going to vote by tomorrow night, so deadline is up. We're going to need a second ballot.

First Ballot Results
Voters: 18

Megalopolis (OGL) 6
Eeasen (GDH) 3
Moscow (UXR) 3
Vancouver (CAN) 3
Ozette (NSX) 2
-----------------------------
Marshalliston (OLV) 1
Bristol (TNS) 0

Thanks to Oliverry and Tonissia for participating in the bid. Congratulations to the others for surviving. Looks like we'll have a few more ballots before we can pick a winner at this rate, with the three-way tie for second.

Now accepting votes for the second ballot. Remember your choices now that Oliverry and Tonissia have been dropped.

Jean poutine paced furiouisly back and fourth outside the hall where the ballot results were held. The Vancouver bid had been tied in second with Easen and Moscow but still had Megalopolis beating all 3 of them. Extra funding and support from the people of Hockey Canada. Millions of Hockey Canadians lit candles at night in Hockey Canada so "VOTE HOCKEY CANADA" could be seen from space. With Arctic Hockey Canada's location, it was the world's largest billboard on top of the world.

Poutine turned to his executives to think of more plans- when it struck him... Hockey Canada would put on the best Winter Olympics ever.

OOC: To handle all the results and RPing done, a decision was proposed that the winner select 2 other nations to assist with the massive amount of results and RPing. This would be handled effectively and would complete a very good- even excellent Winter Olympics.

OOC: That is the plan, HC. But the host nation gets to decide who helps out. ;) And, of course, all the events are held there.

Someone nudged Amos Hinton. He'd been asleep most of the day so far.

"HEY! Sleepyhead! You know the second vote is under way?"

Amos looked back blankly.

"And remember, Vote Hockey Canada!"

Amos just stared back as the Hockey Canada representative walked away, before casing another vote.

The Oglethorpian delegation had resolved to not be overzealous, no matter the results of the first ballot; but both Mel Green Jr. and Joe Staplin found the injunction a difficult one to obey given the good news that came with the first ballot's results.

And yet somehow the Oglethorpians in Communist Brazil did manage to seem stoic. In the moments following the conclusion of the first ballot, Green and Staplin mutually agreed neither would solicit votes.

"Let the merits of our bid guide the voting!" nobly shouted Staplin, both gallantly and awkwardly.

But even despite the outburst, Staplin had summarized the delegation's intent not to electioneer while at the session of the IOC.

As the plane approached communist Brazil Albert finally sighed with relief “At least we got here we are just a little late. he thought. He had spent the major portion of the plane ride reading the information that had been provided to him about the bids and then sending a vote for the host city in electronically. He was a little worried about the connection that they had on the plane and was uneasy about sending the vote that method but it was his only choice. Yet he had received no notice that the vote was received and accepted. Then Alicia walked into the back section of the cabin where Albert currently was and told him some reassuring news

“Sir I am pleased to let you know that our vote did go through and here are the results from the first ballot.”
She hands the papers to Albert and he begins to study the results.

“So I see that Megalopolis was the front runner in this ballot and there is a three-way tie for second? This is getting interesting.” He then returns to sitting in his chair and analyzing the notes in which he has received and scribbled a few more down.

“I think I am going to go and talk to the pilot and see how much longer he thinks it is,” she turns and leaves the cabin. I hope that we arrive soon I am so tired of this plane. So dull, she then continues on her way to talk to the captain. Maybe I can talk to him for a bit

When Alicia returns from her conversation with the pilot approximately ten minutes later to tell him that they were only 20 minutes. She walks in and finds him fast asleep. Maybe that is a good thing at least he looks calm right now

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25 minutes later

“Sir, Sir” Alicia said as he shook Albert. She finally yelled “ALBERT GET UP!” and faster than she could think he has jumped out of his chair and hit his head on the ceiling of the cabin.

“What the…? Where are we…? What are you doing yelling in my ear?” he said groggily.

Trying hard not to laugh Alicia replied “Sir we have arrived”

“Oh ok excellent then” damn that hurt he thought as he rubbed his head.

Shortly after arriving in the airport they quickly made their way to the NSICO session at least they got there even if it is only a day late and they where only going to be there for a day or two. Maybe I can say for a bit as a vacation thought Albert as they drove towards the session, but then remembered he had to attend to business back in The Moepoeian Republic and his daughters wedding is coming up soon. He did feel guilty for not being there for these few days but she said that she understood and she was proud that her father was representing The Moepoeian Republic.

The car finally arrived at the meeting place and Albert and Alicia both rushed to the reception area and they could see the other representative in the room. Albert slowly walked into the room that was set up to be the location for the NSIOC session carefully thinking to himself “Don’t let them see me walking in….” but before he could avoid contact a representative from one of the countries walked up to him. He was not sure who this person was but he saw the logo and the pins on the mans shirt and recognized him as the Hockey Canada representative. The Hockey Canada representative walked right up to him… all Albert could think was ”don’t mock me since I am late….”

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The Hockey Canadian representative welcomed the Moepoeian Republic rep. "Welcome to Communist Brazil, I see you're fairly early for the ballot seeing you won't need to vote for a few hours. We would be happy to escort all of your party and any other members of your group around in Porto Alegre. The hotel, 5 stars might I add, is completely on us."

Jean Poutine enjoyed welcoming the reps seeing how the money spent on the bid was mere pennies compared to all the money the arctic nation's economy had.

The Hockey Canadian representative welcomed the Moepoeian Republic rep. "Welcome to Communist Brazil, I see you're fairly early for the ballot seeing you won't need to vote for a few hours. We would be happy to escort all of your party and any other members of your group around in Porto Alegre. The hotel, 5 stars might I add, is completely on us."

Jean Poutine enjoyed welcoming the reps seeing how the money spent on the bid was mere pennies compared to all the money the arctic nation's economy had.

OOC: Bribery is not tolerated by the NSIOC. Just thought I'd tell you before you got too into it ;)

OOC: Bribery is not tolerated by the NSIOC. Just thought I'd tell you before you got too into it ;)

Oh I know... just making it fun for those participating.

Deadline for Second Ballot
Monday, 6 June at 11:30pm GMT (4:30pm PDT, 7:30pm EDT)

Second Ballot
Voters: 18

Megalopolis (OGL) 6
Eeasen (GDH) 5
Vancouver (CAN) 4
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Ozette (NSX) 2
Moscow (UXR) 1

Now accepting votes for the third ballot. Remember your choices now that Ness Snorlaxia and the USSR have been dropped.

OOC: ok this is going a little back in time sorry! lol but I have been a little busy with studying and homework and this is the first chance I really have gotten to do a meaningful post lol and I don’t like leaving loose ends lol

IC:
Albert looks at the Hockey Canada representative and says “We thank you for your hospitality but I do believe that we have rooms already arranged and paid for. I would like to thank you for the offer but I would have to most graciously decline. I think I should mill around here a bit before I need to vote, you know get to know the people behind the bids a bit. I hope to see you later.”
So Albert leaves the Hockey Canada representative and continues to wander around the room “I wonder if there is any food anywhere…”.

“Sir is it time to vote for the second ballot”

“Oh ok thank you Alicia” damn and I wanted some food

Later in near by restaurant,

“Sir the newest results are now in.” Alicia informed Albert

“Oh thank you,” Albert looks and starts to study the papers, “so now we are down another two eh? This has been an interesting turn out for votes so far. So we are left with only Megalopolis, Eeasen, and Vancouver.” Stated Albert.

“Yes that’s right sir” sometimes I just wonder if I am just here to make him feel smart.

“Well I guess we should head back to the session and prepare for another vote.”

“Yes sir I have a car waiting for when you are finished ”

Albert was in the middle of a large meal, which he seemed to be enjoying. “This is really good food, you should try some Alicia”
"Oh god…can he not go anywhere without eating food? I don’t even know if we where allowed to leave the session" thought Alicia worryingly.
Shortly after the two get into the car and head back towards the session.

I wonder how many ballots will be needed to decide a host city ponders Albert. Then he looks over at Alicia “this is a beautiful country isn’t it?”

“Yes sir it is this is a perfect location for the session”

“You can just call me Albert you know Alicia.”

“Yes sir, ah I mean, Albert.”

There is an uncomfortable silence in the vehicle the whole way back. They soon arrive again at the session.

Albert turns to Alicia before they enter and says “Well it is time to do it again” and they walk into the building together.

All the representatives were at the session in Porto Alegre waiting for the results of the next ballot. Their nails bitten thin, they waited anxiously for the results. Megalopolis and Eeasen reps were nowhere to be found question their very existance at the session. Back home, millions of Hockey Canadians were glued to TV screens as they awaited the votes for the next city dropped. Vancouver was deathly silent as they heard what was going on the sessions.

The Moepoeian Republic rep walked into the building to a chorus of loud cheers for one of the few reps left. The voting had begun but all the reps entering still had time to vote for the city they felt most deserving.

Jean Poutine on the other hand was in the building remaining silent as ever as the votes were being handed in. There were no persuasive plans for him now, just the honest vote of the reps. He knew it would be tight, as 1 vote seperated Megalopolis from Eeasen and Eeasen from Vancouver. Just survining the ballot would be good for Vancouver. Winning the ballot would be good for the world.

All the representatives were at the session in Porto Alegre waiting for the results of the next ballot. Their nails bitten thin, they waited anxiously for the results. Megalopolis and Eeasen reps were nowhere to be found question their very existance at the session. Back home, millions of Hockey Canadians were glued to TV screens as they awaited the votes for the next city dropped. Vancouver was deathly silent as they heard what was going on the sessions.

The Moepoeian Republic rep walked into the building to a chorus of loud cheers for one of the few reps left. The voting had begun but all the reps entering still had time to vote for the city they felt most deserving.

Jean Poutine on the other hand was in the building remaining silent as ever as the votes were being handed in. There were no persuasive plans for him now, just the honest vote of the reps. He knew it would be tight, as 1 vote seperated Megalopolis from Eeasen and Eeasen from Vancouver. Just survining the ballot would be good for Vancouver. Winning the ballot would be good for the world. (emphasis added)
And yet somehow the Oglethorpians in Communist Brazil...
But even despite the outburst, Staplin had summarized the delegation's intent not to electioneer while at the session of the IOC.

Staplin and Green, composing the Oglethorpian delegation were in casual chat, little left to do besides await the pending result of the third ballot for 2010 Winter Olympics host.

"Say Joe," said Mel Green Jr. to his mentor, "what if no one noticed we were here?"
"What do you mean?" inquired Staplin.
"Well, someone were to ignore our presence entirely and assume we didn't care about hosting the Olympics."
"Nonsense, Mel," said Staplin with a skeptical and amused laugh. "No one would come to such an erroneous conclusion."

Staplin and Green, composing the Oglethorpian delegation were in casual chat, little left to do besides await the pending result of the third ballot for 2010 Winter Olympics host.

"Say Joe," said Mel Green Jr. to his mentor, "what if no one noticed we were here?"
"What do you mean?" inquired Staplin.
"Well, someone were to ignore our presence entirely and assume we didn't care about hosting the Olympics."
"Nonsense, Mel," said Staplin with a skeptical and amused laugh. "No one would come to such an erroneous conclusion."

OOC: Nice to see you here, so we know a few nations aren't gone.

OOC: You're just looking for me to rant at you, arent you HC? OGle is one of the oldest vets in sporting RP history, and definitely has been around much longer than you. To quote Coggy, "Think about it for a moment" before you say anything.

OOC: You're just looking for me to rant at you, arent you HC? OGle is one of the oldest vets in sporting RP history, and definitely has been around much longer than you. To quote Coggy, "Think about it for a moment" before you say anything.

OOC: It would appear you've taken to ranting as second nature. Either that or you're so full of yourself you don't have the know-how to see that the game was created for fun, not so people would whine and complain at each other. If I host, the people/nations who insult and rant towards other people/nations will not be tolerated. The games should be fun for all, no one should go online here to find an insult waiting for them. So lets keep it peaceful for the games.

When will be official results the 3rd ballot?

I'd like to get a few more votes in first. I'm at 18 of 37 delegates now.

On the way back to his seat, Jean Poutine accidently BUMPed into a few chairs but no harm was done.

We've been stuck at the same amount of voters for about 2 days, so voting is now closed on the third ballot. The funny part is that Megalopolis needed just three more votes to win the host position, so things are definitely getting closer to a final decision. The best part is that this time around, many more people showed up to vote, which is great. Shows that when I get on people's cases, they do what they signed up to do. ;)

Congrats to those who advanced, thanks to HC, who did not. You had a great bid and a good run here in the polls.

Third Ballot
Voters: 30

Megalopolis (OGL) 14
Eeasen (GDH) 10
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Vancouver (CAN) 6

Now accepting fourth-ballot votes - Remember that you only have two choices now.

It was a good run, but it had to end somewhere. Good luck to Eeasen and Megalopolis in the bids. I for sure will be back in 2014 for bidding.

OOC: Sorry LE, HC, Ogle. Had to.

Paul Geddis hated running late. But, here he was, official sky blue KNOC blazer fluttering behind him as he rushed into the chambers. He had enough sense about him to see who was walking by, and while running delicately put out a foot and tripped the Liverpool England representative, who never even stooped for breath, still berating his Hockey Canadian counterpart whilst prone. His movement was halted only by running into the representative from Oglethorpia.

"Sorry, didn't see you there."

IVth BALLOT VOTE : MEGALOPOLIS, OGL

Thumb twiddling abound, the Oglethorpian delegation waited not-so-patiently, having already expended all of it on the past three ballots.

"The tension! It's killing me," said Mel Green, Jr.
"Me as well," said Staplin. "It feels as if the whole ordeal has taken weeks...so tired..."

Little did they know.

Emmer woke from a drunken haze to see the two other FCCOC members staring at her. Clearly they hadn't been sleeping.

"What now?"

"We've missed two votes."

"...what do you mean "missed"? We're still on that second vote and shouldn't you have run that ballot off by now?"

"Um...I lost it and couldn't remember what is said and we've been waiting for Jaquee or Evann or you to tell us."

"..."

Emmer staggers up, looks for her coat, checks her breath, throws her purse at the two most inept aides she's ever had and runs off to try and cast a ballot for someone before the voting is done.

(ooc: Sorry about not voting. Haven't been paying attention, just like Emmer.)

Fourth Ballot
Voters: 27

Megalopolis (OGL) 20
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Eeasen (GDH) 7

Procedure for Host City

Now that the host city has been voted in, the following protocol must be followed.

The new Host City must, within 48 hours of the proclamation, accept the voted elevation to said status to officially become Host City for the 1st Winter Olympiad.
A majority of the member states of the NSIOC-GC must confirm the result.
The NSIOC-EC must confirm the result. If this fails to occur, the second-place Candidate City becomes the Host City.
The Bid Facilities Final Report, Infrastructure Final Report, Preliminary Strategy For Construction and Facility Upgrades, Host City Logo and other appendages, reports and statistics must be presented to the NSIOC within 30 days of today.

That said, does the committee from Oglethorpia accept the nomination?

By decision of Mel Green Jr., head of the Oglethorpian Olympic Agency, representing the Olympic effort at the federal, state, and local level, the Bureaucratic States of Oglethorpia accepts the nomination to host the 1st Winter Olympiad.

Mel Green Jr. of the Olympic Agency knew the NSIOC-GC and the NSIOC-EC had yet to make the confirmation on the host of the I Olympic Winter Games, but preferring to be earlier than late and having other business to attend to, Green submitted the report as is.

A modest package of paper, it was marked "NSIOC Report," bearing the seal of Oglethorpia (http://photos18.flickr.com/23982671_7c25b5c96d_m.jpg) below it.

http://photos6.flickr.com/11189385_847f18bccb.jpg?v=0

BID FACILITIES FINAL REPORT
1. Amalgamated Stadium
Present Capacity: 104,000 all-seater
Conjected Capacity: 109,000 all-seater

Amalgamated Stadium is the designated venue for the opening and closing ceremonies of the I Olympic Winter Games.
Regular usage for Megalopolis City F.C. domestic games, plus use as the home stadium for the Oglethorpian national football team has ensured little preparation is in order for Olympic usage. Expansion is proposed to up the capacity.

2. Stuttergart Dome
Present Capacity: 14,000 all-seater
Conjected Capacity: 15,500 all-seater

The Stuttergart Dome is the location for the ice hockey, short track speed skaing and long track speed skating events.
In regular use as a basketball arena, the Stuttergart Dome needs only to be outfitted with the ice for competition. Addional seats are also proposed to increase the Dome's capacity.

3. Steerford-Capital Hills Ski Resort
Present Capacity: 500 ttl
Conjected Capacity: 4,500 seated, 11,000 ttl

The Steerford-Capital Hills Ski Resort shall be the home for the biathlon, skeleton, luge, bobsleigh and make up one of the alpine skiing venues.
Preparation will be required to construct a suitable biathlon competition area, as well as construction of luge, skeleton and bobsleigh courses, retooling to create an Olympic-calibre alpine ski run, and finally installation of grandstand seating and designation of standing spectator areas.

4. ML2 Ski Bowl
Present Capacity: 600 ttl
Conjected Capacity: 5,000 seated, 12,300 ttl

Short for Montonladd 2, the second mountain of four in Oglethorpia that are part of the Plain High Mountains, it will host the second alpine skiing venue, as well as ski jumping, nordic combined, cross country, freestyle skiing and snowboarding.
ML2 has existing snowboarding, freestyle skiing and cross country-worthy setups. These simply need to be retooled for the games -- new construction, however, is necessitated in the case of ski jumping and nordic combined. Also necessitated is grandstand seating, as well as standing spectator areas.

5. Megalopolis Plaza Curling Rink
Present Capacity: 100 all-seater
Conjected Capacity: 1,200 all-seater

Typically housing six curling rinks, this inter-city curling rink can be configured to hold 1,100 seated spectators centered around two curling rinks.
The configuration of the Plaza Rinks is all that is required for it to be ready for the games, as well as installation of much expanded seating past the meager 100 present.

6. Ken Fairwheather Skating Rink
Present Capacity: 3,000 all-seater
Conjected Capacity: 4,000 all-seater

An inter-city skating rink facility seating 3,000.
The Fairwheather Rink is scheduled to have additional seats installed. With semi-regular usage, little must be done elsewhere.

7. Training Facilities
Finally, in regards to training, many smaller curling, skating and hockey rinks are available (though overtly not suitable for full-fledged Olympics use). Also open will be the ML3 Ski Bowl -- smaller in stature, but still to be complete with similar Olympic-calibre facilities.

INFRASTRUCTURE FINAL REPORT
1. Transportation
The major metropolitan area of Megalopolis City is primarily served by a standardized grid system of roadways. Previously plauged by terminally congested traffic, the system has essentially eliminated the stoplight with (at great cost) liberal usage of cloverleafs connecting tiered roads.

Further, the city has an extensive el train system providing mass transportation to help alleviate roadway strain.

Finally, AR-1 (AutoRoute-1), the intercity highway system traversing the metropolitan sprawl of Megalopolis City connects to WR-1 (WestRoute-1), the national expressway allowing access to the Olympic venues located outside the city.

These methods of transportation can be further streamlined with Olympic-specific signage as well as with the hiring of traffic-directing staff.

2. Security
Given the stable and peaceful nature of Oglethorpia, there is little credible threat of terrorism or other security hazards. However, to deal with possible domestic disputes and disobedience, 750,000 various secuirity personnel will be hired to make sure the proceedings run as planned. In addition, 8 million Parcels (1:1 w/ USD) will be invested in surveillence at key venues and locales to give additional awareness of the situation. It is expected this improvement will cost 3.6 billion Parcels in total.

3. Olympic Village
The Olympic Village will be constructed in the metropolitan area of Megalopolis City, comprised of three high-rise apartment structures for the athletes and associated personnel. These facilities will be stocked with numerous luxuries and conviniences, and will also be a safe and secure place.

PRELIMINARY STRATEGY FOR CONSTRUCTION & FACILITY UPGRADES
The following is based off the time from confirmation as host.
1-3 MONTHS-
Preliminary planning and preparation; namely the finalization of "Olympic-branded" thoroughfairs and highways, and the final design of the courses/venues for the various events
Final securing of improvement and construction funds
Design of the all-important torch
Jazz regarding the torch's route
4-5 MONTHS-
Construction of the training courses/venues
Construction of the courses/venues for biathlon, skeleton, luge, bobsleigh, alpine skiing (2), snowboarding, freestyle skiing, cross country, ski jumping, nordic combined
Simultaneously, beginning the preparation of the Plaza Curling Rink and the Fairwhether Rink for capacity expansion
6-8 MONTHS-
Labeling of primary routes between venues, lodging and other important infrastructure with Olympic-tailored signage to streamline traffic
Trials of proposed securty solutions and safeguards for best possible preformance come time
Preparation of seating to-be-installed by RALL Co
Construction of the Olympic Village
9-10 MONTHS-
Installation of additional seating
Installation of security cameras
Much publicized visit by executive office complete with obligitory smiles, hand-shaking and assurances that all is going well towards a fruitful and successful Games
Further jazz regarding the carrying of the torch, namely notable celebrity figures involved
11-12 MONTHS-
Time allowed for delays, as well as completion of any outstanding improvements or impromptu requirements/adjustments
Preparation of snow-machines in order to allow for the supplementation of a poor snowfall, if necessary

HOST CITY LOGO
Seen above, reproduced below for convinience.

http://photos6.flickr.com/11189385_847f18bccb.jpg?v=0

FINANCE SUMMARY
3.6 billion est. security (741.6 million on high-res camera technology)
125 million est. total capacity increases
10 million est. infrastructure upgrades
12 million est. Olympic Village ameneties
15 million est. construction

Thus far, totalling an estimated 3.762 billion USD.

OTHER APPENDAGES
NSwiki article on Megalopolis City (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Megalopolis_City)
NSwiki article on the Bureaucratic States of Oglethorpia (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Oglethorpia)



OOC: I'll be gone for most of tomorrow, but i'll have the next couple of days with computer access so I can likely finish the report up then.

injects a megaopolis-size BUMP into the thread