NationStates Jolt Archive

It was after mass at Holy Name Cathedral. The Cardinal was shaking people hands, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shy, young women. She was trying to leave, but was blocked. He finished shaking hands and just as she was walking out the door. He walked quickly to the top of the steps ancalled,
"Excuse me, ah Miss...." She turned around, startled. Wide eyed she asked,
"Me, Your Eminence?" There was a hint of nervousness. What have I dont wrong? she thought.
"Yes, you."

"Catherine Collins, Eminence." she said in her Irish Brouge.

"Cardinals fine. I haven't seen you before, where are you from?"

"Carraroe, in County Galway, Ireland, ah, Cardinal."

"Welcome!" he exclaimed, "I notced your fine singing inside. Would you be interested in singing in Church?"

"Cardinal, I'm not worthy."

"Sure you are."

"I guess then...."

"Great!" he exclaimed.
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She sung at many masses, and the Cardinal had heard her at bars too. She stopped her once and said,
"Would you mind sining to a few friends of mine?"
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Invitation to all Prussian leaders
I invite you to a concert by a young women of exceptional talent, Miss Catherine Collins. Please respond.
God Bless,
Cardinal De Vito

Dear Cardinal De Vito,
My wife and I would be honored to attend this concert.
Sincerely,
Chairman Jack O’Neill
The Northrop-Grumman Corporation
OOC: Gah! Writer's block!

ooc- Its Irish folk songs, just for reference

OOC: I'm already in town, should I hop on in this thread too, or not?

"Ya know, you owe us," the young man said, leaning against the door frame. He was relaxed, not at all phased by the First Speaker in his presence.

"For what? Last time I checked, you owe me for getting you the opening gig at the Lostprophets concert in Bayview last week. Now you say I owe you and to get you some gig at a totally unrelated concert?"

"Yeah."

First Speaker Anna Fratelli sighed. "Ya know, you better be glad I like you guys, elsewise I wouldnt do this shit. I'll put in a few words, but no promises."

"Great!" the younger man said, stepping out of the room.
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From the Desk of Anna Sophia Fratelli, First Speaker of Imitora

Cardnial De Vito

I would be honored to attend this concert, and would like to know if a position is open for an opening act. I have a friend involved in the local music community, who would like to start for Miss Collins. With respect,

Anna Sophia Fratelli

Miss Fratelli,
Miss Collins has informed me that it is fine.
-Cardinal De Vito

As the blue and black-striped white business jet soared above the clouds toward Cherry Ridge, only the faint hum of the engines could be heard inside of the cabin. The two passengers aboard, at the time, were Chairman Jack O’Neill and his wife, Siri. He was thumbing through the newest issue of National Geographic, while she was reading the “New Newport News Report” section of the Caprica City Times.

She scanned through the topics until she found one of interest and quickly read it, skipping all the pointless details. "Two bodies were found today in the bay with several large wounds in their chests. Medical examiners reported that the wounds were caused by a large sharp weapon, most likely a sword of some kind. They have also identified the bodies as being those of…Both are believed to have participated in the hostile takeover of the government before the civil war. Although the authorities are ruling this as a double homicide, they have found no evidence at the scene and have no leads at this time.” Of course they have not and will not, ever, she thought as she smirked.

Jack broke the silence, “What’s funny?”

“Nothing really. Just the way the reporters report about every little pointless thing.”

“Oh, that’s nothing new.” He shrugged. “Anyway, we’ll be landing soon, so we’d better get ready.”

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Tower, this is NG-1. Inbound from
International. Requesting permission to land. Over.

The white Airbuss sailed through the sky towards Cherry Ridge, with the First Speaker and her newest cadre of freinds. The five non government persons hanging around were Imitora's newest indy sensation, Antilove. The quasi punk band was opening for some Irish folk chick, but had a feeling that they would really get a chance to rip stuff up. They chated about the Imitoran music scene, and as the plane began to slowly descend, teh band members began to feel the pre show butterflys work up.

Permission granted.

ooc- everyone, assume permission is granted

The business jet lightly touched down on the runway and rolled down it until it had reached its designated location. The pilot then powered down the engines and released the lock on the door, which immediately opened up and let a flight of stairs extend to the ground. Jack and Siri collected their belongings and made their way toward the open door of the aircraft. They did not have any guards with them because they both felt that they could take care of themselves. Jack had his longsword, his service pistol, and a knife. All of which was somewhere easy to reach in his Air Force uniform. Siri carried her rapier that was hanging from the side of her long dress. They both stepped out of the door of the aircraft and into the bright sunlight.

ooc- assume your at the conert already with drinks and everything.

ic-
The VIP seats were in a bannister above the "regular" people. The Cardinal stepped o the stage and said,
"Thank you everybody for coming tonight. Miss Collins is honred. She doesn't know how big the crowd is yet. Before she comes out, may I welcome the opener, Antilove, from Imitora!"
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Backstage, after the Cardinal went back behind the curtains, Catherine went pale. She said,
"I thought you said a few of your friends! You even got an opener."

"Of course."

ooc-
VIPs are all heads of state and their aides and such, as well as Ridgian priests.