NationStates Jolt Archive

A black, unmarked Mercedes parked outside the large circus tent. A tall, slim shadowy figure stepped out of the nondescipt car and walked into the tent. Pulling up the sleeve of his blue-black trench coat he placed it under the blacklight setup in the middle of the tent. It turned purple for a minute and then the floor opened to present a winding stairwell into the club.

The club was dark and quiet. Flipping a switch the lights and music came on. Flat screen moniters embedded in the walls flickered on playing videos and snatches of the club. The hot tubs began to bubble in the Wet room and the pools began to warm up. The lounge's air conditioner clicked on with a whirl. The automatic bar system turned on and the virtual reality room began operationing. The dance floor lights started blazing and the game room began it's system check. The sercurity system moved into level one monitering and the club was ready for opening.

The figure flicked open it's cell phone. "Henry begin senting invitations the Circus is open for business. And remember if they don't have invites they can't come in the system won't accept them. Anyone too rowdy will be removed and spammers are banned before they even enter. Got that? Good I'll be here."

Two black SUV limos pulled up outside the large black and red circus tent. Stepping out of the limos a group of twelve in dressed completely in black proceeded toward it. Their leader a small, youngest woman dressed in blue stepped out among them. Walking into the dark interior of the tent she stepped forward and let the blacklight stand scan her arm. A large circle opened at their feet and they headed down them. As they approached the bottom of the stairwell a deep resonating bass became more prominant.

The scene at the bottom was that of a classic rave and a bohemian speakeasy. The lights were dim and in many different colors. The bar was well stocked with several hundred kinds of alcohal many of which were vodka. A large, African woman with a head full of orange dreads stepped up to them.
"Excuse me, but you must be the Anandan delegation. You ms. must be the one who Celest wants to speak to. You may come with me along with two of your guard. The rest of these people may enjoy themselves here."

She had a beautiful voice so it wasn't hard for her to engender their trust. Beside the entire crew was equip with psychic abilities which said she was safe. The little woman followed the woman- Gabriel to the Blue room, a large room of marble with a large pool inlaided in the gold-laced floor. Soothing music played as dancers moved through the air. Celest was sitting on a devon by the pool eating vodka soaked strawberries. She smiled when she saw her guest.

"Ah, so pleased to meet you. Did you recieve my message? Good it seems most of the others haven't yet. A shame the commons I always make a point of inviting seem to be enjoying themselves. Anyway it's time to party and I have something special in mind for you. We can talk business any time, but how often do we get to just have fun? Let's go to the Gold room!"

(Well NiSora you seem like a good writer, let's see you pick up the thread.)

Toni dunked Rei underwater for the nth time. Both wore skimpy bikinis of light blue. Their older brother Warren laid next to the pool recieving a deep tissue massage from a pretty young man of asian descent. Toni let Rei up for air long enough to ask Warren a question. "War? When do we speak to Celest? I thought this was a meeting about stuff." Opening one eye long enough to cast a baleful look he languishly replied, "This is the Circus- the party, if you want to discuss business take the cooridinates and go to the Courts of Mona. That is where the meeting will be held for - well you know. A little to the left Gab. Lower. Mmmh. Yeah."

I am glad that I was selected, but what exactly do we do here? :confused:

Uhhh, is this an RP in general?

And thus completely unlike the Royalty Ball that you started?
Hey *feels ashamed* Spoffin did the same before me! Your just mad because your a revolutionary or something :D

Oliver sits here laughing his @ss off watching scary movie in the theathers with some delegates of GU and a few of the guys from Anandan. Someone throws popcorn at him and tells him to shutup. No one does that and gets away with it. Not so long as Oliver has a giantanic, hugnormous, abyssal boy sized bucket of hot, greasy, popcorn. "Kamikaze Dunk of Popcorny Death!!! Take that which ever one of you did it!"

Harold does not enjoy having hot popcorn dumped on him. Thus it is time to spear the evil one. Die! Blasphemer of Movie Enjoyment! @Spear@ Leaving Oliver in critical condition Harold runs up to the Attic to watch the light show and play Six Winds with the quieter set. Flopping into a bean bag chair with a Grey Dawn he switches the overhead to clear so he can watch the dance of the stars. Sipping his drink he ponders on the advantages of heading to the Conference at Mona. Whatever he was here to chill work was for later like never.