NationStates Jolt Archive

The Great Hall, Vicegral Palace, Deneb, Associated Systems of Klonor

"So, run over the guest list with me one more time John."

"Well, we've got three Admirals, Kilev, Juni, and Seral, several company heads out from Epsilon Pegasi, a few Planetary Executives from Regulus, the normal amount of Representatives from the Klonor and Peoples Assembly....."

The Grand Duke Solomon Klonor slowly tuned out the soft voice of his aide as his thoughts turned inward.

Every year it's the same bloody thing. Not one single detail changes. I could probably recite the guest list myself. Next he'll mention the Elvish Consul...

"Oh, and the Elvish Consul, of course....."

I knew it! This is supposed to be a vibrant and colossal ceremony, the biggest in the entire Association, and I have to take stim pils just to keep my eyes open. The damn party gets more boring every freaking year. Nothing new happens! It's the same guests who come and talk about the same events and reminiss about the same points in history and I just want to shoot myself.

"We've received the usual requests for Extra-National attendess and have, as usual, politely declined....."

Now there's an idea. Get some new blood into this thing. Maybe have something besides the Great Revolt to talk about. I was there after all, I don't need seventeen different sycophants reminding me about it every twenty minutes.

"Mistress's Keane and and Salm will also be in attendance, I believe the first year they'll both be here....."

Well, at least that's new. But still, two people hardly make a party.....

"John?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'd like to reconsider the long-standing policy of refusing all Extra-National attendees. After all, Klonor is merely one nation among many out here in the Stars, I think it's time we began socializing with the others in addition to conquering them. Prepare a broad transmission, foreign dignitaries will be more than welcome."

"Yes, sir. I'll get right on it."

With a small bow the servant turned on his heel and ushered out of the hall, leaving the Duke to his musings.

OOC: Okay, a simple, quiet, non-war RP. Just a party, with the usual party activities. If you feel in the mood to rub elbows with nobility and Heads of State, drop on by.

OOC: C'mon, space party! What's not to love?

OOC: Count me in. An Avatar will arrive once the party starts.

OOC: The party has started.

"I have the honor of presenting to you all, 763 years after his Ascension to the Throne, on the anniversary of the ascension which made Klonor what it is today, the Grand Duke Solomon Klonor!"

The voice boomed from a dozen speakers at once, emanating throughout the room and vibrating the very air.

At the completion of the speech there was a burst of noise, which some might have called 'music' if it had been substantially lower in volume, then a flash of bluish light which radiated outwards from the mammoth doors that were only beginning to open, and the Duke Klonor entered the Great Hall shining with an unearthly light, a glow as if he had been dipped in pearl dust.

His face was beautific, his clothing immaculate, the attendees were in perfect line, and his eyes held nothing but disdain for all else present. He was, in essence, the very image of a Reigning Monarch.

"So, where's the bar?"

And just like that the image collapsed as he sat down in front of a small mountain of bottles and cans.

OOC: PARTY!