Pantocratoria
29-03-2006, 16:03
OOC: This thread takes place after A New Order Rising in the Excalbian Isles (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=354264). The treaty being ratified is on the NSwiki at http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Treaty_of_Courtland. I'd encourage all signatories to post whatever ratifications are necessary in this thread should they so desire, along with any other immediate aftermath of the treaty which doesn't more properly belong in Saxmere's coronation thread!
IC:
Palais du Parlement, New Rome
The Imperial Parliament was about to be in session again for the first time since the Treaty of Courtland had been signed in Upper Virginia, and there was a peculiar air to the place. The members mingled and talked with each other, some more or less in their ordinary seats, others all over the chamber far from their proper places.
The United Christian Front had elected a new deputy leader, ousting the previously well-liked Prince Constantine from the job. Constantine still sat on the front bench on the Opposition side, although he was now fairly far away from his uncle, party leader Prince Basil, and the new deputy leader Isaac Comnenus. Constantine and his "young blood" supporters had been placed on ice for a while as the old guard reasserted itself.
On the Government benches, the uneasy nature of the coalition between the Socialists and the Constantinople Party was once again visibly evident as it was all too often these days. The Socialist Chancellor, Dr Thibault Drapeur, and his boisterous right hand man and Foreign Minister, Demetrios Raoul, were back from Upper Virginia and had secured the support of the Pantocratorian Socialist Alliance caucus on the Treaty of Courtland - although that support had never really been in doubt, hesistant though some of the further left members usually associated with leadership-aspirant Treasurer Isabelle Folquet had been about what they had described as the "neoliberal agenda" of Article Nine. The Constantinople Party leader and Deputy Chancellor Spiro Bolkus was moving about the chamber, having a last minute chat to some of his backbenchers. The Constantinople Party was generally content that the Treaty of Courtland was relatively toothless, although none of them were truly in favour of it. Bolkus had spent several hours reassuring the hardliners, just in case they were thinking of embarrassing the Government.
The bronze double doors of the Speaker's Entrance flew open and a Varangian Guardsman entered the chamber carrying a solid silver Imperial Mace. He wore the Emperor's livery over his dress uniform, and his heavy boots crashed against the marble floor as he marched before the empty Speaker's chair. He was followed by the clerks of the Parliament, and then the ancient robed and periwigged figure of the Speaker himself.
"Monseigneur l'Orateur!" announced a clerk of the Parliament in a loud, clear voice.
The chatter of the MPs stopped, and the members bowed to the Speaker as he stepped up to his marble seat on its slightly raised podium. Prior to the passage of the Parliamentary Reforms Act of 2005, there would now have been an opening prayer. The Speaker even opened his mouth as if to start, before catching himself. Instead, he sat down, as did the assembled members.
"Are there any apologies?" the Speaker asked. "The Leader of the House."
Demetrios Raoul rose to his feet and bowed to the Speaker.
"No apologies on this side of the house, my Lord Speaker." Raoul noted. No Government MPs were absent.
"The Manager of Opposition Business." summoned the Speaker.
Frederic d'Alpuget rose to his feet and bowed to the Speaker.
"Thank you, my Lord Speaker, Her Imperial Highness the Right Honourable the Member for the Deanery of Saint Louis (New Rome) sends her apologies. She will not be able to attend the session." d'Alpuget advised. Princess Irene rarely attended Parliament these days. He sat down.
"I call the Right Honourable the Imperial Chancellor, Doctor Thibault Drapeur." the Speaker said.
Drapeur rose to address the house.
"Thank you, my Lord Speaker." the Chancellor began. "If it please the house, I am submitting the agenda of bills being proposed by the Imperial Government this session, including the Treaty of Courtland, which His Majesty asks that this house consider so that its deliberations may enter into His Majesty's consideration."
Drapeur turned and handed the agenda to the Speaker, who looked over it, and nodded.
"The Government's agenda has been accepted by the chair." the speaker replied, and Drapeur resumed his seat. "I command the clerk of the house to read the first item on the Imperial Government's agenda, the Treaty of Courtland."
"Shame!" called Sir Cyrus Fastonville, the Shadow Foreign Affairs Minister. He was soon joined by most of the United Christian Front.
"Order!" bellowed the Speaker. "The clerk of the house!"
IC:
Palais du Parlement, New Rome
The Imperial Parliament was about to be in session again for the first time since the Treaty of Courtland had been signed in Upper Virginia, and there was a peculiar air to the place. The members mingled and talked with each other, some more or less in their ordinary seats, others all over the chamber far from their proper places.
The United Christian Front had elected a new deputy leader, ousting the previously well-liked Prince Constantine from the job. Constantine still sat on the front bench on the Opposition side, although he was now fairly far away from his uncle, party leader Prince Basil, and the new deputy leader Isaac Comnenus. Constantine and his "young blood" supporters had been placed on ice for a while as the old guard reasserted itself.
On the Government benches, the uneasy nature of the coalition between the Socialists and the Constantinople Party was once again visibly evident as it was all too often these days. The Socialist Chancellor, Dr Thibault Drapeur, and his boisterous right hand man and Foreign Minister, Demetrios Raoul, were back from Upper Virginia and had secured the support of the Pantocratorian Socialist Alliance caucus on the Treaty of Courtland - although that support had never really been in doubt, hesistant though some of the further left members usually associated with leadership-aspirant Treasurer Isabelle Folquet had been about what they had described as the "neoliberal agenda" of Article Nine. The Constantinople Party leader and Deputy Chancellor Spiro Bolkus was moving about the chamber, having a last minute chat to some of his backbenchers. The Constantinople Party was generally content that the Treaty of Courtland was relatively toothless, although none of them were truly in favour of it. Bolkus had spent several hours reassuring the hardliners, just in case they were thinking of embarrassing the Government.
The bronze double doors of the Speaker's Entrance flew open and a Varangian Guardsman entered the chamber carrying a solid silver Imperial Mace. He wore the Emperor's livery over his dress uniform, and his heavy boots crashed against the marble floor as he marched before the empty Speaker's chair. He was followed by the clerks of the Parliament, and then the ancient robed and periwigged figure of the Speaker himself.
"Monseigneur l'Orateur!" announced a clerk of the Parliament in a loud, clear voice.
The chatter of the MPs stopped, and the members bowed to the Speaker as he stepped up to his marble seat on its slightly raised podium. Prior to the passage of the Parliamentary Reforms Act of 2005, there would now have been an opening prayer. The Speaker even opened his mouth as if to start, before catching himself. Instead, he sat down, as did the assembled members.
"Are there any apologies?" the Speaker asked. "The Leader of the House."
Demetrios Raoul rose to his feet and bowed to the Speaker.
"No apologies on this side of the house, my Lord Speaker." Raoul noted. No Government MPs were absent.
"The Manager of Opposition Business." summoned the Speaker.
Frederic d'Alpuget rose to his feet and bowed to the Speaker.
"Thank you, my Lord Speaker, Her Imperial Highness the Right Honourable the Member for the Deanery of Saint Louis (New Rome) sends her apologies. She will not be able to attend the session." d'Alpuget advised. Princess Irene rarely attended Parliament these days. He sat down.
"I call the Right Honourable the Imperial Chancellor, Doctor Thibault Drapeur." the Speaker said.
Drapeur rose to address the house.
"Thank you, my Lord Speaker." the Chancellor began. "If it please the house, I am submitting the agenda of bills being proposed by the Imperial Government this session, including the Treaty of Courtland, which His Majesty asks that this house consider so that its deliberations may enter into His Majesty's consideration."
Drapeur turned and handed the agenda to the Speaker, who looked over it, and nodded.
"The Government's agenda has been accepted by the chair." the speaker replied, and Drapeur resumed his seat. "I command the clerk of the house to read the first item on the Imperial Government's agenda, the Treaty of Courtland."
"Shame!" called Sir Cyrus Fastonville, the Shadow Foreign Affairs Minister. He was soon joined by most of the United Christian Front.
"Order!" bellowed the Speaker. "The clerk of the house!"