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During the TLC vs ADK wars, 100 million tonnes of silvered ball bearings were launched into a geostationary orbit over Ell. Now 8 months has passed since the day of the launch, and the ball bearings are expected to fall back to Earth sometime around now......

Ellan Space Agency Telescope
The astronomer spots a flash across the sky. He ignores it, thinking it was a stray meteor. Then another flash hits his eyes.
"It's happening!"
He watched in awe as dozens of light trails light up the night sky.
In desparation, he boots his PC up and writes the following:



To all interested
The Ellan Space Agency (ESA) is hosting a 'meteor shower' party. Anyone who is interested may attend the event. The cost is $300pp for a week. Accomadation and food is included. Please reply if interested.

Your Sincerely
Robert Muldoon
Head of Astronomy
Ell Space Agency

After typing the letter, Robert rings the Sheraton Hotel and reserves the entire facility.

BUMP1

bump!

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The Theocracy of Quinntonia will officially send our diplomat to open formal relations to this function. Please TG my nation if Deacon David Frost I will be given permission to attend. We will need housing for 54 staff members and a place to gather for worship. WWJD. Amen.

Emerald City Space Station

Khayman checks his email and discovers the Ellan letter. He quickly types a reply and sits back in his chair as he calls his boss.

"I've found my holiday destination sir. I'm off to Ell to a meteor shower party."

His boss seemed sad at the prospect of his best operator leaving for two weeks.

"We'll miss you Khayman. Just make sure you come back in one piece. I'll have plenty of work waiting for you."

"Yay." replied Khayman in a sarcastic tone. "Well i'm going home to start packing. I'll see you in two weeks."

Robert Muldoon reads the three emails and literally jumps for joy. Turning to his staff, he begins to bark orders.
"Darla, you take care of the food."
"Oi! John, you do the transport."
Muldoon then replies hastily.


To all enthusiastic astronomers:

Thank you for your attendance in this most wonderous event. Our representative will be waiting for you at Auckland International Airport. Prepare for the most wonderous sight in your live.

Robert Muldoon

Sheraton Hotel
The crystal tables usually reserved for royalty and visiting dignitaries are taken out from the storage cupboard and polished. On the roof, a barbeque has been installed. In the rooms, astronomy-related paintings are replacing the Van-Gough ones.

Preparations are well underway.

Auckland Airport
The representative takes a large sign and places it in a place easily visible to approacing astronomers.

As the Bishop-3 taxis to a halt Deacon David Frost I peers out at the formal gathering at the side of the runway. As he steps out onto runway his rich white robes get caught by the wind making him look resplendent.
His staff and bodygaurds hover around him as he walks towards the official reception.



WWJD. Amen.

After a long flight the plane finally lands in Auckland airport. Khayman casually makes his way off the plane and begins the search for his luggage. After a few minutes of searching he locates the conveyer belt with his luggage and retrieves it. Walking down the stairs Khayman notices the large sign regaurding the meteor party. He strides over to the man next to the sign.

"Hey. I'm Khayman Vyper from Assington."

ill come
*500 USD wired*

i must come under armed guards, and will sue if a stray ball bearing falls on my head....

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Freedom countires almighty and powerful leader, by far the best ever.....me arrives by 747 to the airport. He looks up and wonders what the hell a meteor pary is. He strolls to the main building.

Please dont get angry at the best ever leader bit. Its is a joke. IT IS A JOKE.

The man at the airport greets the arrivals.
"Welcome Khayman Viper, Roger Thoms, Deacon David frost, and um..our friend from Freedom country. Please follow me to the hotel. We will be...partying in the day and watching the skies at night time. By the way, my name is John Doe, pleased to meet you."

The astronomers from Freedom Country, Sniper Country, Assington, and Quintonia follow John Doe to a limosine in the parking lot while another person replaces John's position near the signs.

BUMP! (The more the merrier)

We will come, sending our Great Leader Premier-General Oma Zee's son, Honjak Zee, with his fiancee. 2 astronomers, Honjak Hasdi, and Yahd Rangeu, will also come. The money is being wired as we speak.

Sincerely,
Janvaruz Eraquava
Envoy/Representive

A Gulfstream V business jet takes off, to the Ellan airport.

Ranthel Garoth, a priest of the Cult, wishes to attend this party. He shall come by sea, using unconventional means. The money has been wired.

ALTIMIT Broadcaster
Encryption: Off
Broadcast type: Government/diplomatic
Return transmission band: Open
IDENT: Tsume Dragonis - Reploid Productions

I could use a social outing on the worst way, and would like to attend this event, along with two assistants. The money has been wired, and we will arrive at Auckland airport via a Harukaze 100-S jet in roughly three hours. I eagerly look forward to the meteor party!

~Tsume Dragonis
~Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Governor of the Colony of Aquamarine
~Shogunate of Reploid Productions

<End transmission>

The represetative at the airport greets the Omzzian and Reploid delegations. They are transported to the hotel via limosine. A representative has also been sent to the Port to collect the Riyadh Cult delegation.

Sheraton Hotel
The astronomers gather to hear Rober Muldoon speak in the large function hall. Many well-prepared foods are lined up in a buffet table. A string quartet in the corner begins to play "Canon in D". Robert approaches the stage and takes hold of the microphone.
"Good day everyone.My name is Robert Muldoon and I am the head of astronomy for the Ellan space agency. The meteor shower will start in 2 days and it..it. is so bright it is even visible during the..the..the day."
He pauses, trying to contain his excitment.
"But that's not for another 2 days. In the meantime, please feel free to use all facilities in the hotel and visit the surrounding area...Thank you."

The guests begin to eat and Robert Muldoon sees an attractive women among the guests. He exhales heavily and approahes her.
"Good day, I don't believe we've met..."

OOC: Someone be her.

OOC: I'll pretend it is the fiancee of Honjak, Glandarva

"Good day to you, sir. Nice to meet you, so you are from the Ellan Space Agency?" Glandarva smiled and replied.

OOC: I'll pretend it is the fiancee of Honjak, Glandarva

"Good day to you, sir. Nice to meet you, so you are from the Ellan Space Agency?" Glandarva smiled and replied.

"Yes, why thank you. You're dressed beautifully today."
Muldoon spots a chance for a bit of romance when "Por Una Cabeza" starts to play.
"Ahh, I love this piece. Would you like to dance?"

OOC: What happens when Honjak sees this?

Tsume enjoys the music, though he doesn't partake in the buffet, being a reploid. "It's rather nice to be off duty once in awhile." The black mechanical dragon, probably quite an unusual sight (especially since he's wearing a suit), strikes up a conversation with whomever happens to be next to him.

"Thank you, sir. I gotta thank my friend for this" Glandarva smiled again.

Then, after Muldoon asked for the dance, Glandarva looked somehow suprised, and suspeciously. But being a kind person, she can understand. "I'm engaged... So no thank you, heh....". Then, Glandarva quickly left the scene, and quickly walked to a bathroom to "refresh". Scary..., she thought.

Honjak quickly saw this, he stepped in front of Muldoon. "What are you trying to do with my fiancee, Glandarva?" he asked suspeciously.

OOC: Honjak? He will be... somehow, be half mad :P

OOC 2: A tip: next time, put this in NationStates forum, then this will get much more attention :wink:

"ww..w..well, um..umm...I was just um...showing her the way to the um..bathroom."
Muldoon smiles nervously and hides his shaking hands behind his back.
"G..Good evening, you must be Honjak."

John Doe is drinking a beer when Tsume strikes up a conversation with him.
"Yes, it's good to get some time off work, although technically, this is also part of my work. How are you doing?"

"Well, no need to be all scared. Yes, my fiancee is attracting, so people will uh... follow her and sorts. And you probably didn't know she is my fiancee, so anyways, I'll let you off the hook, but I will still keep an eye on you." Honjak said, somehow, normally. Then, he added, "Yes, I'm Honjak. Honjak Zee, the son of the Omzian Leader Premier Oma Zee. Nice to meet you."

"Fairly well." Tsume nods. "Been run somewhat ragged since I was appointed colony governor in addition to my other duties. How's your work with the space agency? Substatially less stressful, I imagine."

Deacon David Frost si quietly sipping on some champagne and trying to figure out what the theological implications of attending a party with a dragon would be when he decides to walk over and introduce himself to said dragon.
"Hello, Deacon Frost, representing The Glorious Theocracy of Quinntonia in the name of Jesus Christ. And how may I address your toothyness?"
WWJD. Amen.

And as usual, when a priest of the Cult actually goes somewhere to represent it, he turns antisocial. Ranthel Garoth is no exception. He has other things on his mind, like always. The Cult does not teach social skills. The golden rule is "speak when spoken to." He is not even a "priest" of the religion, he's a scientist. Still he has to carry the cloak and the emblems of the Cult. He has no idea how to act in a situation like this, so he just watches the darkened sky, thinking, "When are the stars going to be right, anyway?"

(OOC: I'm tired, so if I do typos, I'd appreciate it if no one said anything about them. Thank you.)

Khayman stood next to a large table covered in refreshments. After aquiring himself a beer he begins to take in his surroundings and the people from the many different nations attending.

Khayman spots Muldoon and makes his way over towards him.

"So this meteor shower........ isn't it dangerous?"

Deacon David Frost si quietly sipping on some champagne and trying to figure out what the theological implications of attending a party with a dragon would be when he decides to walk over and introduce himself to said dragon.
"Hello, Deacon Frost, representing The Glorious Theocracy of Quinntonia in the name of Jesus Christ. And how may I address your toothyness?"
WWJD. Amen.

Tsume bows politely. "Tsume Dragonis, technically representing the Shogunate of Reploid Productions, but actually merely on vacation to enjoy the show." The black mechanical dragon chuckles. "I hope all is well in your homeland?"

"Well, no need to be all scared. Yes, my fiancee is attracting, so people will uh... follow her and sorts. And you probably didn't know she is my fiancee, so anyways, I'll let you off the hook, but I will still keep an eye on you." Honjak said, somehow, normally. Then, he added, "Yes, I'm Honjak. Honjak Zee, the son of the Omzian Leader Premier Oma Zee. Nice to meet you."

"ww..well nice to meet you, so how are things at home?"
Robert secretly breaths a sigh of relief. A third person joins the conversation.

"So this meteor shower........ isn't it dangerous?"

"Nope. The ball bearings would burn up in the upper atmosphere as they fell. You must be Khayman. Nice to meet you."

John continues speaking to the Tsume.
"All we do is sit on computers all day and calculate trajectories of re-entry and that sort of irrelevant stuff. Of course, all the moneys gone into the commercial division and they're making a killing on the investment and decided to hold the shares long-term."

OOC: The more the merrier....nuff said, anyone else wanna join?

"I wouldn't call the re-entry trajectory calculations irrelevant. They are vital to the safety of returning space crews. Every aspect of the space program has some sort of significance to ensure the success of space missions."

"I wouldn't call the re-entry trajectory calculations irrelevant. They are vital to the safety of returning space crews. Every aspect of the space program has some sort of significance to ensure the success of space missions."

"Sigh...I hate my job.."

"ww..well nice to meet you, so how are things at home?"
Robert secretly breaths a sigh of relief. A third person joins the conversation.


"No need to be so 'chubbery', man." Honjak said with a bit of humor. "Wel you mean Omzian Nation? Things are going pertty well there," Honjak continued, and added "My life is going pertty well, except my second personal assistant, Yankze, who forgots everything everytime." He chuckled.

"Sigh...I hate my job.."

"Maybe you should get transfered to another department in the program."

Gradenk Ambassador to Ell:

Calls Ellan Astronomer:

Hello there, I'm Ambassador MuthuPillai Gustav Breke. can we attend this rare event. We would be arriving in a Official Gradenk Limousine. If our application is accepted, We will arrive shortly.

<waiting for approval nod >

Gradenk Ambassador to Ell:

Calls Ellan Astronomer:

Hello there, I'm Ambassador MuthuPillai Gustav Breke. can we attend this rare event. We would be arriving in a Official Gradenk Limousine. If our application is accepted, We will arrive shortly.

<waiting for approval nod >

The secretary writes:

Dear Muthupillai Gustav Breke

Your application has been accepted, and you are welcome to come. The street address has been attached.

"No need to be so 'chubbery', man." Honjak said with a bit of humor. "Wel you mean Omzian Nation? Things are going pertty well there," Honjak continued, and added "My life is going pertty well, except my second personal assistant, Yankze, who forgots everything everytime." He chuckled.

"Hehe, I'm a bit nervous about the speech I have to do soon. Just waiting for the other guests to arrive."


"Maybe you should get transfered to another department in the program."
"The whole space programme's been commercialised now. The main aim now is to profit from the development and export of aerospace products. We havn't launched a satellite for years since our SDI system during the last great war"

OOC: What else do ppl usually do at parties?

"So, you're a mechanical dragon. Hows that working out for you?" David says while trying to think of what you talk about with a dragon.
OOC-He doesn't think, "Pillage any villages lately?" will cut it and is desperately hoping that someone will cut in and talk to the two of them. But, doesn't want to just leave becuase he might come across as raci....uh.......specieist.
WWJD
Amen,

"No need to be so 'chubbery', man." Honjak said with a bit of humor. "Wel you mean Omzian Nation? Things are going pertty well there," Honjak continued, and added "My life is going pertty well, except my second personal assistant, Yankze, who forgots everything everytime." He chuckled.

"Hehe, I'm a bit nervous about the speech I have to do soon. Just waiting for the other guests to arrive."

"Well no need to be nervous, just do it anyways. Have confidence, and you can do fine."

Gradenk Ambassador to Ell:

Calls Ellan Astronomer:

Hello there, I'm Ambassador MuthuPillai Gustav Breke. can we attend this rare event. We would be arriving in a Official Gradenk Limousine. If our application is accepted, We will arrive shortly.

<waiting for approval nod >

The secretary writes:

Dear Muthupillai Gustav Breke

Your application has been accepted, and you are welcome to come. The street address has been attached.

We thank you our dear friend for allowing us to witness this rare event. We're bringing a glass of champagne to celebrate. It's a 50 year old Cognac...belongs to the personal collection of the Ambassador. We hope you would like our gift.

"So, you're a mechanical dragon. Hows that working out for you?" David says while trying to think of what you talk about with a dragon.
OOC-He doesn't think, "Pillage any villages lately?" will cut it and is desperately hoping that someone will cut in and talk to the two of them. But, doesn't want to just leave becuase he might come across as raci....uh.......specieist.
WWJD
Amen,

((OOC: Heh, yeah, how often do you find out a dragon -and very civil, well-spoken dragon, nonetheless- is a nation's secretary of foreign affairs? :wink: ))

Tsume chuckles. "Back home, it works out fine, since a fair portion of the population are also reploids, and people are accustomed to... unusual... appearances. It's whenever I'm abroad that seems to cause people unease. I suspect that's likely why Queen Firefury gave me the assignment- my appearance tends to confuse people."

The dragon saves David the difficulty of trying to come up with a conversation topic. "So, you're a deacon, correct? I'm guessing your nation's government has close ties to it's primary religious organization?"

Muldoon farewells Honjak and heads for the stage.
"Ahem. We would like to now show you a short film about our space programme and the origins of the meteor showers."

The lights are switched off and the projector begins showing the film.
"Ok guys, this is it."

OOC: The film is mant to be completely boring so the guests can talk amongst themselves in the dark and make mischief ;)

Khayman watches the video for less than a minute before he is driven away from boredom. He heads to the nearest table bearing refreshments in the hope of finding more beer and something worth eating.

Honjak, and Glandarva watches the [boring] film.

"This is great!" Honjak whispered.

"You gotta to be kidding..." Glandarva replied, ironaclly, while watching the film carefully.

A mechanical dragon, I suppose?, Honjak thought, as he stared at Tsume. Then, he patted on the dragon's arm (a way to get people's attention in Omz222), and said,

"You are some form of mechanical creature, I suppose?" he whispered.

Tsume glances away from his conversation with David and nods. "A reploid dragon, to be precise." He bows politely. "Tsume Dragonis, from Reploid Productions. I fear I must not have caught your name yet, nor your partner's."

John, sitting in the seat ahead of Honjak turns around.
"Oh no, it's this one again. Muldoon insisted on making it himself. Of course, it's not his fault that his voice is completely boring, the computer-graphics look like they've been done by a five-year old, and the jokes are completely lame."

Muldoon is sitting in the front row of the seats. He turns to Deacon David Frost. Muldoon is totally excited by the film.
"Deacon, do you know that the trajectory of a ball-bearing is determined by inversely calculating the differential sum of the negative mass?"

OOC: You won't understand a word.

"Very interesting. My name is Honjak Zee, son of the Omzian Premier Oma Zee, and here's my fiancee," he said as he poked Glandarva.

"What?" Glandarva replied to Honjak, as she noticed the dragon. Then, she turned her head, and said, "A reploid, I suppose? Nice to meet a reploid in real life! My name's Glandarva, fiancee of Honjak, nice to meet you, Tsume, I suppose?" Glandarva smiled and also bowed, a custom of Omzians.

Tsume bobs his head- a sort of odd dragon-style bow. "Pleasure to meet you both. Looking forward to the 'fireworks' over the next few nights? I hope they'll compare with our own New Years' Ghosts- that shower has been waning over the past few years."

Glandarva laughed, "Of course, we are looking forward to a meteor shower, I just can't get enough of it for the past 18 years. I hope that they will be 'exciting' as the Omzian ones," she said proudly.

"Actually, this is the first man made one ever. Of course, I was a bit worried when they decided to launch all those ball-bearings into space, but it's really paid off."

Tsume glances over. "Pardon my asking, but just why did they launch a ton of ball bearings into space in the first place? Was an artificial meteor shower the original intent?"

"Um..I cannot discuss this matter due in the interests of national security."

Tsume would quirk an eyebrow, if he had eyebrows to quirk. "Anti-satellite experiment, I'm guessing then. Ah well, not my business to pry. Are there any estimates on how many 'meteors' we'll likely see per hour?"

"Thousands. Most of them will appear near Leo after sunset. It will probably be visible during daytime, but now as spectacular as at night."

Tsume nods. "Definately a bigger show than the New Years Ghosts then. I'm looking forward to it." The dragon cocks his head to one side in thought for a moment. "I wonder if any of the space-faring nations have somebody upstairs watching the show. It would be an interesting vantage point, I imagine."

"I hope. I believe the international space station can catch a glimpse of it."

Muldoon then turns to John.
"Quiet, your're wrecking the cinematic experience."

As Khayman wanders by he hears Tsume mention a view from space. He thought this would be interesting so he pulled out his cell phone and rang the Diamond City Space Station in Assington.

"Hey. It's Khayman here. I was just wondering if you could get a satellite over Ell when the meteor shower starts. Yep. Keep the satellite in high orbit, we don't want it getting hit by a ball bearing. Thanks. Bye."

Khayman locates a seat near Tsume and sits himself.

"So, you're a mechanical dragon. Hows that working out for you?" David says while trying to think of what you talk about with a dragon.
OOC-He doesn't think, "Pillage any villages lately?" will cut it and is desperately hoping that someone will cut in and talk to the two of them. But, doesn't want to just leave becuase he might come across as raci....uh.......specieist.
WWJD
Amen,

((OOC: Heh, yeah, how often do you find out a dragon -and very civil, well-spoken dragon, nonetheless- is a nation's secretary of foreign affairs? :wink: ))

Tsume chuckles. "Back home, it works out fine, since a fair portion of the population are also reploids, and people are accustomed to... unusual... appearances. It's whenever I'm abroad that seems to cause people unease. I suspect that's likely why Queen Firefury gave me the assignment- my appearance tends to confuse people."

The dragon saves David the difficulty of trying to come up with a conversation topic. "So, you're a deacon, correct? I'm guessing your nation's government has close ties to it's primary religious organization?"


David replies (finally a topic that he can get excited about), "Yes, my government is ruled by a democratically elected Prime Minister, currently Jesse son of Obed, and he oversees The Council of Elders, who are appionted by the church. There is also a parliament of elected officials who vote on which laws and resolutions to bring before the Council. Our military is also over 40% missionaries, MASH Units, Prayer Warriors and Chaplians. *not noticing that this is boring his new friend* Also, though we don't require it, most high ranking government officials are also ordained in some capacity by the church. Actually, my home congregation has a gargoyle on it that looks a lot like you, I mean, uh, so, nice suit.

David then hears Muldoon talk to him and replies with the ever so elequent, HUH?

WWJD
Amen.

Tsume chuckles, obviously accustomed to odd statements about his appearance. "The Shogunate tends to keep the religious aspects of the country seperate from government, but we're fairly liberal on freedom of religion." He grins slightly, remembering to keep his fangs covered. "Mostly a 'live and let live' policy, really." He chuckles at the gargoyle comment. "There's some architechture back home that looks like me, too. And you can be honest- I look terribly awkward in a suit- reploids weren't created with clothing in mind, and most of the dragon variety prefer going au naturale!" Tsume laughs.

Khayman couldn't help but over hear the conversation about suits and reploids.

"I think Reploids could look quite good in clothes if they are the right kind. I suppose you would need you own custom made clothes though."

Tsume nods. "Most reploids were built for combat, so they have armor- bit difficult to get clothing on over some of that stuff. Some of the non-combat model humanoid ones do wear normal clothing though." He chuckles. "And yes, I do have to get a custom wardrobe. Regular suits just cramp my wings so horribly." He flutters his wings slightly for emphasis.

Khayman looks amused.

"I'm sure you have an interesting wardrobe. Or don't you own many clothes?"

"Mostly stuff for 'formal' occasions where my going in just my bare armor would possibly offend someone." Tsume snickers, straightening his tie. "Though as part of a prank courtesy of our defense secretary, I have a collection of women's lingerie that is more extensive than any belonging to the women in the government." He rolls his eyes at that.

David obviously has the sense of humour of well, a meteor, and looks quite shocked and blurts out, " You wear womens lingerie?!"
He also looks quite confused as to why everyone is laughing at him.
WWJD
Amen.

Khayman couldn't help but laugh at David's outburst.

"Calm down. It's all in good humour." :lol:

David realises he has said something funny and, not wanting to appear out of sorts, begins laughing along, which only makes everyone laugh all the more. He decides to change the subjest, "Why are your governments so interested in this heavenly shower? My government is beginning a national push towards space and we are interested in beginning diplomatic relations with more developed space programs. Quinntonia has never put a man...uh.....person...uh....sentient being in space and we are quite excited to do so." He seems to positively beam at the prospect. everyone becomes suddenly quite aware that he is still a rookis in the Quinntonian Diplomatic Corps. and has probably spent his whole life in sequestered study.

WWJD
Amen.

Khayman looks at david.

"My government doesn't have any interest in this meteor shower. Assington is already a fairly well developed space nation. In fact we just recently launched an exploration mission outside of this solar system on our new ship "The Pillar of Autumn". I wonder how they're going. Anyway. I'm here on vacation and I this meteor shower party seemed interesting."

Honjak turned to Muldoon, and asked, "so this meteor shower is completely manmade? Very interesting!"

Tsume, still chuckling, nods his agreement. "I'm also on vacation. And Deacon David, I can assure you- women's lingerie would most definately not fit on my particular build. I just happen to have a collection of the stuff." The dragon rolls his eyes at that. "Though I fail to see the fascination most human men have with the stuff- it's just a piece of cloth, after all!"

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Our space program is finally getting into gear- our first spacecraft larger than a fighter is going to be launched before the year is out. Geez, I still need to figure out who all is being invited to that-!"

"oh yes, this is going to be made of all ball-bearings. I don't know why we launched them into space though, some military thing." muldoon said.

John continues to converse.
"Um, I havn't met a dragon before and I was wondering if you could breath fire?"

Military stuff... Honjak thought. Being a General's son, he quickly remembered Ell's engagement in the Russian Forces-ADK war. Maybe it is from that Abu-Dhabi Kristatata war... he thought.

Tsume snickers. "Well, I can sort of breathe fire- not really in the traditional sense though- I've got a small energy cannon built into the back of my throat- the Dragonis production line was meant for close air-support of ground forces. Unfortunately, the device tends to overheat easily, but it makes for an amusing trick at birthday parties when someone forgets to bring a lighter for the candles!"

The Cult's representative ponders his life, while trying to listen to some of the conversations going on in the area. He still watches the sky, and he attempts to stay as unnoticeable as humanly possible, and has been quite successful on that to this point. "Mission accomplished", he thinks, half-seriously.

John notices a person in dark rodes standing in a corner, all by himself.

"Hey, wanna come watch the film and have finger foods with us?"

Our nation would be honored to recieve an invitation to your launch. Our scientists would be ticked pink! Now, I must ask you both, what are the religous leanings of your culture. I am particularilly interested if you, as a "Repliod" believes you have a soul. *completely oblivious as to how insensitive a question it is as in his country, everyone openly speaks of all kinds of spiritual matters*
Also, David notices the dark robed man in the corner and gives an invoulontary shudder.
WWJD
Amen.

Tsume looks thoughtful for a moment. "There is quite a bit of debate whether or not reploids, being machines, have a 'soul' or not. I suppose in a way, we do. The energy that sustains a human life remains in some form or another after death, so what of the coding that sustains a reploid- does that merely not exist upon deactivation, or linger in some unknown manner?"

He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. "As for the main relgion in Reploid Productions, it's an odd mixture of tidbits from all over the place- a supreme being whom we refer to as Shimeki created everything, and is the embodiment of the eternal balance between the forces of order and chaos in the multiverse. The religion itself doesn't adhere to any good versus evil doctrine, because we tend to think that good and evil are subjective, and change with time, while the idea of chaos- the complete lack of order and structure-, and order- the complete lack of free will or unpredictability- is basically set in stone."

Khayman hopes his reply won't offend David or Tsume.

"The government of Assington is Atheist. That is the general opinion of the public as well."

So, the only thing that isn't chaotic about your religoin is chaos?
*He looks utterly confused*
And you have no moral absolutes?


WWJD
Amen.

"Wow! What do you believe in then?"

"What? Did someone talk to me?" thinks the priest, and looks around briefly. "No, must've been my imagination", and he continues to watch the stars, as absent-mindedly as before.

But then he hears the conversation about religion, and starts listening to that a bit more closely. It is always interesting to hear things people believe in, even if other religions are forbidden in the Cult.

Khayman expected this.

"No, Assington is not a chaotic evil land. We have morals just like every other nation out there. The only difference is we don't worship a god. Personally I have no problem with the system. Of course people are free to be religious if they wish. But that is a small minority in Assington. People seem to get on with their lives without religion."

The credits begin rolling, and Muldoon sits there, with a great sense of satisfaction. He walks onto the stage again, and takes the microphone.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the film guys. This is the end of today's acitivities, as it's almost midnight. Your rooms are on the fourth storey."

John mutters to the rest of them.
"That film was such a tranquiliser. Anyone up for an all-night beer binge?"

Enjoyed the film? Definately! Honjak thought, somehow.

But his fiancee saw Honjak's emotions filling on his face, and rolled her eyes.

Then, after Glandarva went to the hotel room, Honjak went and patted Muldoon (another gretting method used by Omzians), and asked,
"Any beverages or some drinks here?"

Garoth shakes his head and heads to his quarters, but then he stops to ask, somewhat quietly: "When is the meteor shower going to take place?" His black, hooded cloak completely shadows his face, concealing it perfectly, making him look rather sinister.

Garoth shakes his head and heads to his quarters, but then he stops to ask, somewhat quietly: "When is the meteor shower going to take place?" His black, hooded cloak completely shadows his face, concealing it perfectly, making him look rather sinister.

John is first shocked by his sinister appearance, thinking it was the crazy assasin from the "Scream" movies. He then realises it was only Garoth.
"The meteor shower starts....tommorrow night and runs for 2 days. If your lucky, there might be a few early ones tonight."

Muldoon noted Honjak's question, and approached a cupboard and revealed a 1962 Pinot Noire Chardonaay.
"Here you go. 1962 Wine."

"Wine, looks good, although I am truly looking for cocktail", Honjak smiled and chuckled. "Anyway thank you, do I need to pay?"

"Don't worry about it. This goes under the 'official business travel' fund, the guys at ESA will pay for it."
Muldoon chuckled.

"Heh, travel fund.... Anyways, thanks, my fiancee and I will have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow, and when's the meteor shower, by the way?" Honjak said as he smiled.

John is first shocked by his sinister appearance, thinking it was the crazy assasin from the "Scream" movies. He then realises it was only Garoth.
"The meteor shower starts....tommorrow night and runs for 2 days. If your lucky, there might be a few early ones tonight."

The priest nods and says "Very well." He continues to walk towards the elevator, as he is going to retire for the night. He is tired, considering he had to use a Deep One as a means to come here, because of the project and all. The life of a scientist is a hard one, he thinks.

"-- and when's the meteor shower, by the way?" Honjak said as he smiled.

(OOC: He just said it, and you were right next to him or something.)

"-- and when's the meteor shower, by the way?" Honjak said as he smiled.

(OOC: He just said it, and you were right next to him or something.)
OOC: Actually, when Muldd on said it, Honjak was approaching, and Honjak got a "bad ear" :P :wink:

OOC: Actually, when Muldd on said it, Honjak was approaching, and Honjak got a "bad ear" :P :wink:

(OOC: Guess that's as good enough reason as any. ;) )

David Frost thanks his new friends and gets into the elevator to go to bed. There is an incredibly uncomfortable silence as the black of his elevator mates' clothes contrast sharply with the cardinal red of Davids robes.
David decides to break the silence with, "You haven't talked much since you've arrived. I am Deacon David Frost of The Theocracy of Quinntonia And you are?" He extends a hand.


WWJD
Amen.

David decides to break the silence with, "You haven't talked much since you've arrived. I am Deacon David Frost of The Theocracy of Quinntonia And you are?" He extends a hand.

Ranthel was rather surprised by the sudden act of courtesy of the man who he thought would be the last one of the ones who might talk to him. He says rather silently, "I... I am Ranthel Garoth, of the Theocracy of Rlyeh Cult", after which he shakes hands with David. He does not know what else to say or do, so he just stays silent once again.

Tsume chuckles to himself, and waits for the elevator to empty before going to his room, so as not to crowd anyone with his bulk. "I come to watch shooting stars, and end up discussing theology. Not bad."

"It starts tommorrow night and continues for the next two or three days. Some of them might start coming down tonight if we're lucky." Muldoon said

Meanwhile John begins downing glasses of cheap german beer at the bar.

After the video ends Khayman looks at his watch and decides to wander off to the bar.

OOC: SORRY!!!

I couldnt find the thread and i couldnt search easily cos i didnt know who started it!! Sorry :oops: :shock: :( :x

IC: Robert Muir, the head of Freedom Country, strolls into the bar looking for some beer.

"So what have i missed!!" he asks

OOC: UGH!!! :shock:

Khayman turns to Robert and replies in a sarcastic tone.

"Quite a video. But I'm sure you'll be alright without sitting through it. Sitdown and I'll buy you a beer."

"Nah, help yourself. All the beer here is free. Courtesy of the ESA "travel" fund." John says.

"Hi Robert, where were you? We just had to sit through the most boring video ever."

John overhears the two of them talking.
"The beer's free. Of course, the "general purpose travel fund" pays for this."
He reaches into the fridge and takes out a box of beers.
"The video was absolutely.....um......a killer. It put me to sleep in minutes."

"so, Mr. Gorath, is it? You are from a Theocracy? I am going to go out on a limb and guess that you aren't a Christian theocracy. What is the basis of your faith?"
WWJD
Amen.

OOC-Sorry about talking about theology so much, maybe there's a thread here. Hmmm. I am just trying to play David, and he tends to look at the world through doctrine.

"Hmmm, i pity you. When this meteor thing gona start? Ill have some Ellian Beer please, the coldest youve got." Robert said quickly.

He gazed around looking who to talk to.

"Tommorrow" John says as he hands over a Vodka. Eyeing Gorath, he says "Hmm..I've always been interested in religion. Care to enlighten us about your faith?"

"so, Mr. Gorath, is it? You are from a Theocracy? I am going to go out on a limb and guess that you aren't a Christian theocracy. What is the basis of your faith?"


"Yes... We are not Christians... And the name's Garoth. We believe in the Mythos that revolves around the Great Old Ones. This Cult 'serves' one called Cthulhu, who slumbers in the sunken city of R'lyeh, more or less. We're one of the less fanatic sects", Gorath pauses for a while, feeling slight discomfort. It is unnerving to speak of the Cult.

Then he continues to explain his involvement in the Cult. "I myself am a lower priest. We have no private sector, everything's run by the Cult itself. As a result even a scientist like myself has to have a religious title and knowledge. Since we need religious titles, we need to know parts of the Mythos. I am not what you would normally call a priest of a religion." Then he pauses for a while again. "Anyway, what about your religion?", he asks, still speaking rather quietly.

"hey guys!!! Whos coming to the Freedom country olympics next month?"
(RL tommorow)


Robert was desperatley trying to start a convo with someone

Eyeing Gorath, he says "Hmm..I've always been interested in religion. Care to enlighten us about your faith?"

(OOC: Umm, he was already in the elevator with David Frost, headed to his room. It's kind of impossible for him to ask anything now. For some weird reason, I didn't even see this message before! Sorry for not replying at all to it. I'm blind or something.)

"Well, we believe that Jesus Christ was God made flesh, who came to earth born of a virgin, lived a perfect and sinless life, suffered, was crucified, died and was placed in the tomb. On the third day he rose and defeated death. In doing so, he took our place as a sacrificial lamb and washed our sins away. So, in belief in Him, we are assured our place in Heaven. And when He comes back and defeats all those who worship the false Gods.......uh....never mind."
The elevator seems to crawl to a snails pace as David tries to think of something else to say.
"uh, in our nation the Prime Minister is the leader of the political party, almost always an extension of one church or another, who gets the most seats in the Parliament. The Parliament accepts bills, and debates them. If a bill moves past that level, it is voted on in a closed session of The Order of Bishops. If it is passed there, our Prime Minister has veto rights or can ratify the bill into law. Our curerent Prime Minister, Jesse son of Obed is on his third term of office and is the first political leader in 60 years to have a majority government that is not affiliated with any particular church, though he is a strong Christian, and quite a ladies man, so I hear. Oh, I'm sorry, this is my floor, thank you for the fascinating conversation, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he leaves.

WWJD
Amen.

"Uh, right", he says quietly and shrugs. "He really was in a hurry. Looks like he forgot we're all on the same floor." He starts moving towards his room's door, and ponders, "They seem to prefer calling me 'Garoth' instead of my first name, but what the heck, I like my surname more anyway. That looks like my room." He enters his room.

Khayman decides he's had enough to drink and begins to head toward the elevator. Slightly intoxicated he slumps against the wall awaiting the arrival of the elevator.

Tsume, not requiring much more than a quick recharge, heads up to the roof in the hope of getting a sneak preview of the event to come. "Ah... feels so good to be able to unwind a bit." He notes to himself.

((OOC: Sorry for my recent lack of participation @_@ I seem to have managed to take on too much at once yet again :wink: ))

John collapses into a drunken heap near the bar and falls asleep.

What is on the itenerary for tomorrw? David Frost would love to take a tour of some of your more famous attractions.

WWJD
Amen.

Khayman finally makes it to his room. In a dazed stride he makes his way to his bed where he passes out for the rest of the night.

"What.....? Tomorrow we're visiting the Space Agency...and then....we'll be going to the country to get a good view of the Meteor showers...."

zzz.....

Automatically Khayman awoke at 5am. He cursed his internal clock as he got out of bed. He knew it was useless attempting to go back to sleep. With a mild hangover he stumbled into the shower in an attempt to liven his spirits. Ten minutes later he emerged fresh but still possessing a headache. He decided to make his way toward the roof to observe what was left of the Ellan night sky.

As Khayman gets to the roof, he's just in time to see Tsume casually hop over the rail and disappear over the edge. Before he can protest or shout about the dignitary throwing himself off the roof, the mechanical dragon soars back into view, wings spread and beating the pre-dawn air rapidly to gain some altitude. Obviously having thought he was alone, Tsume was presumably enjoying a little early morning aerial cruise.

Khaymen reaches the roof and hears someone talking in whispers. Ever vigialent to attack, he peeks around the corner in order to get the drop on his would be assailent. As he peeks around the corner, he sees.......David Frost, on his knees in his bright red robes and praying. David smiles as he looks up at him.
"It is amazing what man has been able to achieve," David says motioning to the stars, "Though God's creation is far greater than anything we could achieve on our own, is it not?"
"Yeah, whatever." says Khaymen, a little shocked at seeing the little Deacon up so early.
As if reading his thoughts, David remarks, "I always make sure to wake up early and spend a little time with my savior in the morning."
"Would it be rude of me to ask what you are doing up this early?"



WWJD
Amen.

"Well I'm used to being up so early for work. It has been a pretty hectic few years for the Assington Space Program. I'm just used to getting called at 5am requesting that I get into work and solve some problem. I guess I can't help it anymore."

Khayman sits down next David.

"It seems the dragon is enjoying the early morning as well."

No one had noticed quite yet, but Garoth was there as well, standing in a place not easily seen. He just stands in a dark corner, mumbling something irregularily. He is deep in thought, and he does not care what is happening around him. He knows the others are there, but he doesn't let it disrupt him. The Cult requires some rituals to be done at least a few times a week, and this is one of them.

After several minutes of agile aerial manuvers, Tsume glides back down to the roof in a tight spiral, eventually coming to a backwinged landing on all fours, and likely spraying the others on the roof with dust stirred up by his wings.

"Ack!" He looks suitably embarassed upon spotting the others. "Sorry about that, I didn't notice you guys!"

Khayman doesn't seem too concerned.

"It's ok. Now I get the chance to have another hot shower."

Muldoon is still fast asleep...

John wakes up, suffering from an awful hangover. He goes into the cupboard to try find some form of coffee and pours himself a cup.

Tsume, your ariel experise is amazing. I see that we have a lot of early risers this morning. *motions to a dark corner*
"I had not even thought, you probably don't even need to sleep, do you?" He says addressing Tsume.
He then turns to Khaymen and says, "Yes, I often travel on field mission trips, so I am frequently jet-lagged and get up at such odd times."


WWJD
Amen.

Tsume bows politely. "Most of my winged brethren are pretty good on the wing." He nods at the comment about sleep. "I just need to take maybe an hour downtime for maintence and recharging- not really sleep in the organic sense of the word."

Khayman looks at Tsume.

"So what do you do with all those extra hours then?"

John takes the coffee out onto the verandah.
"Anyone want some coffee?"

Tsume chuckles at Khayman's comment. "Mostly work, or just dorking around. Sometimes I'll go for a long flight- it's very relaxing."

"I'm sure it is. I've always enjoyed paragliding."

"That's very impressive. The Buffet breakfast is in....2 hours. Anyone up for a game of blackjack over coffee?"

Garoth finishes his ritual, and the corner lights up a bit. Then he just stays there, grinning, but no one can see it. "Finally got that done", he thinks. He observes the others and he is silent.

"I could use a coffee." stated Khayman.

Tsume grins. "I don't know about coffee, but I've got a few arpean yens I could blow in some friendly gambling. I have terrible luck with cards though, I must admit."

"Cards?" Avery uncharacteristicly sinister look sweeps across the face of Deacon David Frost, "I would be up for cards, though I'm not very good." He tries to act so innocent it sickens everyone there. "Oh, look, I just happen to have a deck of cards right here."


WWJD
Amen.

"Let's start the game then."

Tsume eyes the Deacon for a moment. "Eh, everybody has to have their one vice- even religious types." He smirks toothily. "Let's play!"

Deacon Frost is quite excited as he sits down at the table and pulls out a por-deck of cards still in the plastic. He opens them and starts to shuffle them, showing an almost inhuman dexterity with the cards. "What's your game?" He asks while assuming a stone cold poker face.

WWJD
Amen.

Khayman observes Frost's handling of the cards.

"I think I'm going to need that coffee......"

David Frost starts to deal the cards, "Straight Chicago, suicide Kings made easy and ladies taking a bath!"

WWJD
Amen.

OOC: What's that?

((OOC: That's what I'm wondering o_O; I know Black Mariah... and that's like... it.))

"Oh, how about straight five card stud? Just normal poker with nothing wild?" David looks very dissapointed but perks up when he asks, "Does anybody have any money? You know, my church had a council to try and decide whether gambling was a sin or not. It was eventually decided that it is what is called adeopheria. It is an ancient Greek word meaning something that is niether supported or condemned by scripture, thank God. When I was studying to become a Deacon, we were pretty cloistered away from everyone for a few years, so, we played cards to pass the time."

WWJD
Amen.

Khayman grinned.

"I don't know whether I'd be willing to bet any money if you've spent so much time mastering card games."

Tsume chuckles. "I don't mind gambling away a little money among good company- The wise gambler sets himself a spending limit- mine is fifty arpean yen." The black dragon settles himself- albeit a tad awkwardly- and flashes a fanged grin. "Fire when ready!"

"Fair enough. You never know, maybe I'll get lucky"

"oh, I hadn't considered that, how many nessa's to an arpean yen? Oh, well why don't we just play for chips and settle up later?"

WWJD
Amen.

"Sounds good to me"

"Oh that's a good idea, and make sure we go get those sour-cream and chives flavored ones."

The darkness around Garoth has finally faded completely, and he walks around a bit. Then he starts observing the card game from a distance, and he's still as silent as ever. He thinks, "This 'magic dampening field', or whatever they called it, makes me feel kind of weird..." and shivers.

OOC: I will be away from Monday the 18th till Friday the 22nd. It's currently Sunday 21st here.

Cya.....

It quickly becomes very apparent that the mild mannered Deacon should be a casino dealer in Vegas, not a diplomat, his pile of chips steadily grows, but slowly enough to keep everyone else lieing to themselves about how much they've lost already. And each time he wins a hand, he acts as if he is as suprised as everyone else.

WWJD
Amen.

It doesn't take Tsume too long to hit his fifty arpean yen loss limit, and the black reploid dragon bows out of the game. "Told you I have no luck with cards!"

John is breaking even so far....he maintains a dull face as he plays.

David Frost sees that people are starting to bow out and says, "Maybe we should brake until later."

WWJD
Amen.

Tsume nods. "I believe there's some tour or other on the agenda for today, and I imagine it would be rude to waste the day playing cards."

OOC: I'm back..........

So, what's up for today?
WWJD
Amen.

Khayman looks up.

"A tour of what exactly?"

"I think Muldoon will brief us at breakfast time which is *checks watch* about now."

"Alright..... let's get something to eat then."

Garoth just follows the others to eat breakfast. He thinks he is going with the flow so to speak and he is still quiet.

Tsume excuses himself from breakfast for the obvious reasons of not needing to eat, and instead opts for some more aerial manuvers. Been too long since I accidentally startled the daylights out of a general populace unaccustomed to reploids. He grins toothily and launches himself from the roof of the hotel again. Ah, the weather in this part of the world is quite nice.

(OOC: Damn, our characters are stuck in a space-time continuum related problem. How do we extract them from there?!)

((OOC: Time dilation is a wonderful thing ^_^))

OOC: Wow, long time no see this thread. How about a large warp-field opens up and sucks them into the future (i.e Today)?

hmmmmm this thread kinda did die. Are we even going to bother with continuing it?

OOC: This thread was pretty boring. Oh well, first time for everything.

OOC: ok.

Garoth feels sick as the time ripple lets him free. He is back in his office in Rlyeh Cult, and it is like nothing had really happened. Was it a dream? He stops thinking about the issue as his attention is turned back to his work.