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*all 3 gates of the Berëzan embassy swing open. scenes of a party emanate from the building's open doors. in the back, the intro to "master of puppets" begins.*


"Welcome all to the Berëzan embassy here in Saint Anger" a loud tannoy anounces just reaching over the Metallica serenade. "We have live bands all night, food, drink and merriment come in enjoy and perhaps one day have your own party like this one in your own embassy upon my soil. Live long and drink hard my friends."

Sabbra Caddabra looks around

"Hmmm the Berëzans do sure know how to throw a party"

The President of NuMetal,Cliff Newstead( :wink: ) gets out of the long black limo that just pulled up through one of the open Bezeran gates,he is followed by his entire Cabinet,and a few bodyguards,and they begin to merge into the edge of the crowd,screaming and cheering with the rest of them.

Well, last time anyone from my nation saw you in person, you were hitting it off with one of my Space Force Officers.... So he's coming.
"Unsel, how unusual it is that you requested to come to one of these functions. You'd take this over... Testing the new Mustang VTOL?"
Alex Unsel, leaning back in his seat on the Govt. C/V-12 Pegasus VTOL transport, looked over at the ambassador.
"I have my reasons."
Hell, I'd take seeing her again over any fighter.
The VTOL lands at the nearest airport, and soon enough Colonel Unsel and the ambassador were at the party.

Near the front door stand several government officials, some soldiers/security, and a couple of very large cardboard boxes. One of the officials spots President Newstead. "Ah, greetings, Mr. President! Please, enjoy yourself tonight, and tell me what size shirt you wear," she pronounced, reaching into one of the boxes that had Berëzan flag shirts. She motions to an assistant, "Find the St. Anger people and offer them shirts, too. And New Empire."

Berëzan army trucks had been dispatched earlier that day to drive around the city and announce the party. Now, some were returning, overflowing with people, almost all civilians.

It was 9:30pm. The party was still young, though already quite a scene. Much more would come, however - on the roof of one of the auxhiliary buildings, fireworks were being set up.

ooc: St. Anger, thanks for the heads-up. um...i'd rather this be open to all who wish to attend (not invite-only), though the posts must be kept on-topic.

Hearing "tracks" from one of his favorite bands, the windows of the Sambizie embassy were pounding. The Senator promptly threw on a pair of jeans and Metallica shirt. As he headed out the door, he was telling everyone to take the rest of the evening off. He gathered a few soldiers and bodyguards, and promptly "jumped" into the H2, all black Hummers, that were parked out front. The envoy departed and will arrive soon. As the departed, the Senator mumbled, "I better not have missed anything from "Kill 'em All"....

i believe "Seek and Destroy" is fourth on the list, so hurry up. after the fifth song is done, other bands will go up. 'Tallica'll be back on again, later.

"Thanks,for the shirt!" yells Newstead over the crowd and music,"is their any shortcuts up closer or do we just have to fight through the crowd?" he grins.

The official grinned, fingering the leather grip on her sidearm - a pistol with 9 13mm bullets, a 6.5-inch barrel, and made of stainless steel. She toyed with the idea of firing into the air to clear the crowd, and decided against it. "I believe I can get you some better seats. Come with me." She led Newstead into the building, and emerged onto a large balcony, where some people were already enjoying the much better view of the stage. "If you need anything, either ask one of these fine people," she gestured to a man with a glow-in-the-dark shirt. "Or tell them to page me. Most of the food is downstairs, drinks are everywhere, it's all free, and these waiters of sorts can bring you something, but you have to show them that you're a national leader, not just some beered-up metalhead. Enjoy," she departed.

ooc: so is it numetal, or neometal?

OOC: um,I believe the nation whose leader was actually invited is NuMetal,NeoMetal is my puppet nation/colony,I accidenly posted as NeoMetal.Sorry about the confusion

Newstead watches Metallica jamming on the stage below,thankful for the better view off the balcony

I can hardly wait for Seek & Destroy he thinks

after MOP is a pretty long one - to live is to die. then creeping death, then s&d, then sanitarium, then another band comes on. (i'm listening to some burned cd's - that's what's on now).

we await Sambizie. meanwhile, other nations are being invited. (ooc: st. anger, can you clear the "invite-only" part?)

Sorry I'm late Bereza.

I brought a few Qaaolchouraav dishes for the Berezan President and Sabbra Caddabra as way of apology.(OOC: Qaaolchourav Cuizine almost always uses cocoa, yet rarely has cane sugar using instead Sicesa, citrus honey, and fruit syrups also all of these are based on real dishes. As I do not want to offend anybody these are all vegatarian:

Cacao-Lime Bread
Cocoa Chips (Like chocolate corn chips)
Pineapple Fritters with Pepper-Honey Sauce
Pineapple and Jackfruit Chips(these really exist IC)
Cocoa-Hot Pepper Cake
Pepper-Orange (and Cocoa) Cookies
Braized Fruit Shishkabobs
Qoroa Granola
Cassia-Mace Xaava(A sort of spicy fried dough)

Beacuse it is so rare ouside of Qaaolochoura I also brought plain Thijhiiffoa (a type of Qaaolchourav fruit, blue skined, turquoise meat) and some nuts, some rare, some common. IC:)

*drops dozen or so boxes, discreetly (or so he hopes, with the other gifts) and goes for potatoe chips*

*retainer drops seveal other parcels in pile as well*

most appreciated...though there's no way that could've been discreet - unless you really snuck in, someone would've recognized you, cheered, and led you to the nice seats.

furthermore, we don't have a president - we're a dictatorship, damn proud of it, and nobody really seems to object. the dictator (myself) is thinking that if this party gets any bigger, he'll attend personally. anyway...

"Hey, it's...uh...how do you pronounce your name again?" someone shouted at the Qaaolchouraav delegation, then shouted "It's Qaaolchoura" in Russian to the crowd. A massive cheer went up. On the stage behind the building, Metallica just finishes their third song - To Live Is to Die, points to the delegation, and announces, "Allright, people, let's hear it for that nation with the unpronounceable name, er...'Kawol-choo-ra', the people that are nice enough to bring some food." The cheer from the building is joined by another from the backyard/stage. As Seek & Destroy starts up, Hetfield shouts, "You better save me some!"

OOC: Actually, Qaaolchoura has a rather tonal pronounciation, but I do know how to transcribe it. I'm impressed that you didn'y try to pronounce it "Kwal-choura" as most people seem to think you actually got it very close. I guess the closest pronounciation that I can trascribe is Kholl-schor-ah, except that "Kholl" and "schor" are trilled ad "ah" is cut very short the original transcription was Qaaolchour', but NS did not accept apostrophes and I like the way it looks with an "a" better anywhen.

IC: Luke saQaaolchoura blushes, ducks, siddles away from chips, and moves towards crowd which looks like it might be near a hallway, intening to slip out and back in unoticed a bit later.

*mouths at Berezan dictator "next time remind me not to bring any food"*

OOC: it is not very much food, but if you'd like I can have some more made. The Qaaolchouraav Presidential Plane has a fairly nice kitchen on it. Maybe four hours. If you can wait, although I have some more fruit on the plane already, though most of it is fairly mundane such as Pinapples, Kiwis, and Oranges. And some more granola and chips, as we plan on such contincies in advance well that, and the Qaaolchouraav Presidential Staff Head Cook has an eating problem, but he given the choice he'll take money over food (or rather money over Qaaolchouraav food. The Saint Anger Grocery Stores can expect a bit of extra profit) .

Sabra Caddabra sits in a private room upstairs, after spotting her Colonel she quikly made her way out of the room.

"I must look good" she thinks to herself. "he looks so fine, hair swept back from his face like that after speadding along in that great craft"

"Miss. Caddabra theres a Mr.Unsel asking for you downstairs, shall i tell him to wait?" A slim, young, blonde handmaiden ask around the corner of the door.

"NO my pretty one, i'l be there in a second...how do I look?"

"As beautiful as the night sky m'lady"

"just like my handmaiden then" she says walking up to her and kissing her lightly on the lips.

"now i must go and see to the Colonel"

Sabbra sweeps down the stairs spotting the strong Unsel in the crowd, Metallica ringing in her ears she pulls him away from the amplifiers and PA to a more quite room,

"So i hear your looking for someone?"

Miss.Bull, President of TIASD slips quitley into the party along with the civillians and makes her way slowly over to the area in which the APTO senior members are stood.

"The Reich is..."

She over hears the name of her region and the her nation being talked about.....

"The TIASD is accusing..."

Accusing of what...they are spies they must be infiltrating and watching The Reich closley..I must stop this.

She walks up to the Sambizie senior..

"Excuse me sir but are you from Sambizie"

"Yes, Yes I am, who do i have the pleasure in talking to?"
"Oh im just in awe at the goverment of Sambizie So powerful and great. You just know they would be up front never SPY on anyone"

"Now look WHO ARE YOU, If you are not a senior member you should not be here"

"Oh ok i am so sorry"

She stalks away and notices Miss.Caddabra leading an unknow..is that a colonel into a side room.

Ahh, heres my chance to make my own celebrations.

A Bharuchan guard arriving before the president notices the skulking figure, checks up on a flick pc pad on his wrist, and mutters in a microfone on his coat lapel.

Three more guards appear and tak hold of the woman, "Excuse me Miss express orders to apprehend yourself and take you for questioning"

"Do you know..."
"YES, maam" the biggest of the men says "we do know who you are"
"But.."
"No buts i myself wouldnt talk in this situation"

(OOC: open up another thread if you want this to RP, i can RP some critical info on them and i bnotice the ALLIED POWER board are a bit annoyed at TIASD)

The ambassador from New Empire turns toward Miss Bull, he is still a marine, and his .44 Desert Eagle sits in his holster.
"Excuse me, but your claims are baseless. You have no evidence whatsoever at all. The only reason we even mention you and your reason is because of your accusations. Now, I don't mean to be rude, but after actually seeing what they do, there is no form lower than a lying politician. Good day."
--
"Miss Caddabra, nice to see you again. It's been awhile."

*a plane is heard flying overhead. People pay no notice until they see that a man has parachuted from the plane and is gently sailing down towards the street in front of the embassy. The man is sweaty, tired and disorientated. He collapses, and a large envelope is found, clasped in hus now lifeless hands. Shocked onlookers gather round*
"open it, open it!" they shout to a rather important looking man who has taken control of the situation.
"what message could be so important that someone went to so great a length to deliver it?" the man mumbles as he tears open the envelope. there is a message written in the envelope.

FROM: Brother Aloysius, Puppet Supreme of the Brain Council.
TO: The Berëzan Ambassador c/o The Berëzan Embassy

Dear Sir/Madam
Although I am a great lover of parties, being a monk and all, I have one question to ask. Please relay the answer via Pony Express as quickly as possible.

WILL THERE BE PIE?
http://www.cannedfood.org/apple-pie.jpeg
http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/kgk/2000/1100/pie.jpg
http://www.commercial-letter.com/pie.jpg

Signed, Brother Aloysius

" Sir, are you sure you want to go?"
" yes i am. ready my EA-24."
" yes sir."
the ea 24 lands next to the NE VTOL
the diplomat steps out and thinks to him self,'i got to get me one of those'.
"Welcome to saint anger, sir andrew pellimore." an illiorian bodyguard says
"thank you. now of to the party." in the limo he changes int some REALLY baggy jeans and a white shirt hoping to get really messy. :D :lol: :shock:

OOC-Illior, you can get one of those-
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=67291&highlight=
Scroll down to the Aircraft section, the C/V-12. :lol:
IC-The marine Colonel, who was also the ambassador from New Empire, came over to Andrew.
"Greetings, Mr. Pellimore, I'm USNE Marine Colonel James Blackens. Nice to see an Illiorian here. If you want to see some of the other APTO citizens attending the party, come with me."

"thank you sir, i would gladly come with you," turning towards sabra cadabbra," ah and who is this, tis a pleasure to meet you m'lady" Mr pellimore turns and walks toward the other apto citezens.

She walks up to the Sambizie senior..

"Excuse me sir but are you from Sambizie"

"Yes, Yes I am, who do i have the pleasure in talking to?"
"Oh im just in awe at the goverment of Sambizie So powerful and great. You just know they would be up front never SPY on anyone"

"Now look WHO ARE YOU, If you are not a senior member you should not be here"

"Oh ok i am so sorry"

OOC: I wish to thank you for er..."speaking" for us..However, this conversation never took place and furthermore, the Sambizie Senetor has made it a point to stear clear of your political beliefs and policies. If we sought anything from your region we would address you Delegate, not you.

IC: The Sambizie Senetor sees some representitives from within the region. He grabs a drink and slowly walks over to where the other members are standing. He quick to note, that there are alot of "guns" in the room and no longer feels guilty for having one himself.

During the brief intermission after Metallica gets off stage, a loud voice is heard over the PA. With some slight feedback, a government official announces, "May I have your attention, please. It has come to our attention that some attendees of this party are carrying weapons, particularly handguns. We apologize for not making it clear that we prohibit any weapons except by explicit and special permission, which only the Ambassador Staff can give. Anyone carrying anything larger than a small pocket knife must bring it to the Ambassador quarters - the small building next to the stage, where it will be stored and returned later. No punitive action will be taken if weapons are surrendered now. We have a good security force that may be called upon at any time, so please don't feel the need to carry anything. The Ambassador staff will be present to discuss special permission." The mic switches off.

Meanwhile, lesser officials approach the various groups that are discussing amonst themselves. Each group is informed that they may request a private room for discussion. The sound insulation is fairly good, and food & drink can be delivered to them.

"You gotta be sh*tting me. General NEMC rule- don't go anywhere outside the country without a gun. Ah well."
The Marine Colonel walks off to deposit his Desert Eagle.
"Now where the hell is Unsel?"

Hearing the announcement Newstead is relieved,I was beginning to think that I missed a part of the invitation, "formal wear and bring guns" or something

A Private Jet, its hull painted in the burgundy and blacks of Pantera sweeps down out of the cloudcover, signalling the Berezan air controllers and asking for permission to land.

Seated in the rear of the plane is Dayne the Evenstar, brother to the Lord Reaver Bastien the Bronze, and Lord Reaer of ThirdEye, a vassal state of Pantera. Dayne's purple eyes gaze out the window as they begin thier descent, taking in the terrain that is so different from that of his homeland. He idly toys with a jewelled scimitar hanging from his belt, the rubies glittering in the hilt accenting the silver of his chainmail and the burgundy silk of his flowing cloak.

As the jet settles to the ground, and the Evenstar emerges from it, he looks about smiling at a few women near the landing site before motioning over his shoulders and striding down the steps.

At Dayne's gesture, a large, hulking figure emerges from the jet, clad in antique platemail armor, a fantastically detailed helm fashioned into the shape of a snarling dogshead. This is Caval the WarHound, sworn sword to the Evenstar. Across his back is worn a great, two handed iron broadsword, its sheath well worn with age.

The Hound pauses a moment, sniffing the air lightly and gazing around himself in distaste. He leers at a passing woman before hurrying after the Evenstar, far ahead now.

As he catches up, Dayne cocks his head, listening quietly,"Metallica? Bah, wouldn't you know it, Hound? Well maybe they'll stick to..."

Dayne quiets as a guard approaches Caval, gesturing to the massive broadsword and shaking his head. Caval turns, suddenly prepared for danger, though Dayne intervenes quickly.

"Please, friend. My Hound doesn't like to go unarmed, but I swear on my honor that he'll not hurt anyone who has no intentions of harming himself or me." Daynes smile is amiable, his golden braids swinging freely as he nods to the guard.

The Sambizie Official acknowledges the announcement, shakes his head and walks over, to "deposit" his firearm. He is quick to notice Dayne, from Pantera, as all Sambizie Officials know who the "leaders" of member nations are. He starts to approach, when his cell phone rings. After a series of "yes sirs and I understand sirs", he places the phone back in his pocket. He turns to his bodyguard with a puzzled, pale look in his face.

"Sir", asked the bodyguard,
"Help me locate Sabra Caddabra, it is urgent"
"Yes sir follow me, I believe she was this way*points*" "What is it Senetor" the bodyguard asked.

Both men pause for a second as the Official says, That was the President, some of the Fleet are returning...I am unsure as to why...I've been informed to pass "a" message to President Caddabra?

Unsel looks away from Sabra, noticing the Sambizie Senator heading towards them. He's seen the look on the face, a look he hasn't seen on someones face since since his CO told his wing to *bomb* a USNE city during the SF uprising. It meant he was worried, confused, and some serious stuff was gonna come down.
This better not have to do with TIASD or The Reich.
"My dear, uhh, I believe someone wishes to speak with you..."

The Sambizie Senator approaches President Caddabra and another gentlemen from New Empire.

Forgive the intrusion, President Caddabra, but The President of Sambizie wishes that I "pass" you a message...in private...

Giskard Reventolv IV enters the embassy, along with newly-elected prime minister Stephen Byerly and seven others. Five of the group of seven seem to be hiding something under their coats........

Becoming rather bored up on the balcony,Newstead decides to wander into the building to mingle with the other government reps,he turns and heads downstairs.

President of saQaaolchoura of Qaaolchoura renters via crowd, and heads towards potatoe chips.

*notices LRR delegation and begins walking towards them*

*looks at five coats and then, naively unperturbed, back up*

"No need to hide you gifts, piles over there."

*points and walks over to Giskard*

"Thank you for producing those execellent spacecraft. The New Orleans have been especially useful both for bringing colonists to Mars, and as the base design for our new solar powered space personell carriers. Are you planning one putting forward any other craft soon?"

Newstead and a lone bodyguard walk over to join the President of Qaaolchoura and the LRR delegation
"So....how goes the nation running?"

"Caval, I'm afraid you'll have to speak to our Ambassador staff. I don't have the authority to let you keep it. I can take you to them, if you'll just follow me."

LRR, greetings. if you need anything, just ask these fine gentlemen with the glow-in-the-dark shirts. everything's free - drinks, music, food. enjoy thyself!

to all - i assure you that our security forces will promptly settle any violent disputes that may arise.

Newstead and a lone bodyguard walk over to join the President of Qaaolchoura and the LRR delegation
"So....how goes the nation running?"

Oh so-so.

Were colonizing Mars, but the a fringe group of the Ahaaondaav ('K almost 12%, but it's still a minority, albeit a sizable one) are clamoring for an independant or semi-independant state. Luckily, they haven't tried any rebellion yet.

" Yeah I hear mars is nice this time of year,so do the Ahaaondaav want an independent state on mars,or on earth?"

One of the Berëzan Ambassador Staff members walks up to Qaaolchoura and NuMetal. "Is this a private conversation?"

"No,you're welcome to join in"

"Yes ok Sir please come with me"
"I'l see you later, you" she whispers to Unsel."

Sabbra walks towards a flight of stairs and heads again for her own room followed closely by the Sambizian (SP -sorry) representative.

"What is this matter that is so urgent?"

She says closing the door behind her turning to the Sambizian.

ooc - sorry been a little off at this party in IC i wouldnt see much anyway due to "infactuation" with Unsel. But thats just an excuse for not bein on much sorry you guys.

hmm that didn't die where is everone BUMP BUMP BUMP IT UP or in the words of the great Pink Im COming Up So You Better Get This Party Started, BUM BUMP BUUUUUUMMMMMP

*talks aimlessly*

"Whats wrong with you man, what did you need to tell me?" Sabbra questions the Sambizie official in her private quarters.


Sabra hears a mumbling come from outside and opens the door a crack to see Numetal talking to the stair rail.

OOC: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Newsted suddenly realizing he has wandered over to the stairs and is talking to a rail,runs back to continue his conversation...with a nearby trashcan...

OOC: This is why the senate has all the power.... :wink:

President of saQaaolchoura of Qaaolchoura renters via crowd, and heads towards potatoe chips.

*notices LRR delegation and begins walking towards them*

*looks at five coats and then, naively unperturbed, back up*

"No need to hide you gifts, piles over there."

*points and walks over to Giskard*

"Thank you for producing those execellent spacecraft. The New Orleans have been especially useful both for bringing colonists to Mars, and as the base design for our new solar powered space personell carriers. Are you planning one putting forward any other craft soon?"

The five cloaked figures pull electric guitars out from under their coats and start performing hard rock.

"Yes, we will have some new products up soon."

Newsted pull out his bass and plays along with the LRR ppl,this is especially amazing not knowing the songs but somehow still playing them.Also where did he get this bass from...um lets just say he borrowed it from one of the bands.

"Look Sir if you are not going to tell em what you pulled me away from the party for im gona go down there and wreak havoc on that drum kit you ever heard of System Of A Down?Slipknot?Metallica?Anthrax?Rage Against The Machine? Well put them into a melting pot pour it into a mould and thats what i just broke out of."

Sabbra says pushing herself out of the door to join the band currently playing, Unsel a distant glimmer in her memory and "to do" list, now she wants to party cus now shes pissed off.

"Look Sir if you are not going to tell em what you pulled me away from the party for im gona go down there and wreak havoc on that drum kit you ever heard of System Of A Down?Slipknot?Metallica?Anthrax?Rage Against The Machine? Well put them into a melting pot pour it into a mould and thats what i just broke out of."

Sabbra says pushing herself out of the door to join the band currently playing, Unsel a distant glimmer in her memory and "to do" list, now she wants to party cus now shes pissed off.

OOC: Sorry for the delay...been working.

IC:The official leans over and states to the president, "Mwto'ar has left the planet in order to secure an outpost in another system. He has requested that I return to Sambizie along with the Embassy and military personnel. Tomorrow, we will be closing our Embassy. I have called for the Fleet and the first ships will arrive here tomorrow to pick our people up. In addition, the SA-43 Hammerhead base will be evacuated as the fighters are despertly needed to secure ground activity. The President sends his best and says not to worry, we will reopen the Embassy and bases after the conflict."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have much to do".

The Sambizian Official turned and walked away, gathering his bodygards, and retrieving their weapons from the deposit. 4 Black Hummers pull up in front of the Embassy and the envoy climbs in and drives down the street towards the Sambizie Embassy.

Meanwhille....
The Embassy personnel begin to burn documents and the 45,000 troops begin to prepare for departure. Transport after transport are seen heading to and from the Hammerhead base, Embassy and shipyards. Several "Loud" booms could be heard as SA-43's depart from the base at Mach 3 and head into space...

"well that was a bitch sketchy...The party must go on..he did say he was coming back...now where's Unsel?"

Unsel sat at the table, listening to the music, drinking, and eating. God knew how long he was sitting there. For a fighter pilot, he was suprisingly quiet this day.

"Hey you" Sabbra says into Unsels ear "Why you looking so lythargic?"

She takes a seat next to him knocking back a shot before downing half a pint.

"how about we go for a ride in my sports car?"

Hey, can I send a famous diplomat there?

Sure we need to liven this place up a bit.

Sports...No...Car. F*ck. Sports car. I am sooo damn drunk.
"Uhh... sure."

The five cloaked figures pull electric guitars out from under their coats and start performing hard rock.

"Yes, we will have some new products up soon."
*flinches*

Great! :)

" Yeah I hear mars is nice this time of year,so do the Ahaaondaav want an independent state on mars,or on earth?"
Earth, although there are a few separatists on Mars. :wink:

aNDREW PELLIMORE STUMBLES INTO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO HE HAS NO IDEA WHO SHE ISS BECAUSE HE ISSSS SSSO DURNK!!! didn't mean to yell
"heeloooooooo"
"i'm an idiot"
"hehehhehe"
he walks over to the table with all the firearms and chooses a random rocket launcher with the idea that he will shoot himself to the moon. so he walks out side and soots at the ground
BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM
"WWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" CRASH he comes flying into a window and gets stuck there like a bug
"i almos made it" he thought to himself," i gotta do this again!"

Sabbra and Unsel climb into the 3.6 litre, turbo injenction sports car mad especially for Caddabra by her favourite sports models.
"Hang on baby, you think jets give you a kick" she says peaking out 6th gear and pressing a small red button on the wheel.
A smal hiss and then the car rocketed forward the escort/bodyguards slowly dosappeared into the distance as the Caddabra model X flew down the freeway, after 5 miles Sabbra spun the car of the road and into a small side road she drove for another few minutes, she skidded to a halt over looking the south sea.
"so how d'ya like my car and my country?" she said leaining over him to open the glove compatment pullin out a Browning High Power pistol "fancy going shooting theres some targets down below?"

<-snip->
*seizes Illior by shirt collar, rags him over to water cooler, and begins pouring water on Illior's head*

*looks around beseechinly for help*

Can somebody get me a straight jacket?

Er- I mean a straight jacket for Illior, not me.

Two men with glow-in-the-dark shirts walk over. One is armed. The other is carrying a bag.

"Is there a problem here?"

Newsted stands over near Qaaolchora,although thing seem to be under control

I wonder how he survive shooting a rocket launcher at the ground under him at point blank range... he thinks

Two men with glow-in-the-dark shirts walk over. One is armed. The other is carrying a bag.

"Is there a problem here?"
Yeah.

We have a homcicidal-suicidal drunken manic here.

Two men with glow-in-the-dark shirts walk over. One is armed. The other is carrying a bag.

"Is there a problem here?"
Yeah.

We have a homcicidal-suicidal drunken manic here.

I ccan see how that could be a problem,as they wait for the glow in the dark people to do something,Newsted helps Qaaolchoura restrain the drunk nutcase

"sorry about that," an illiorian guard says."still thinks he can fly..."
OCC: pellimore dirnks tooooooooo much every day.

Sorry for being late

Ic:

The Gradenkian Ambassador To St Anger, His Excellency, Raj Kapoor arrived from the recently completed, magnificent Gradenk Embassy in St Anger.

He was particularly proud to be his Country's Diplomatic Representative as The President has earmarked St Anger as a Preferred Trading Partner.

With lot's of investment in this equally magnificent nation, The Ambassador has a lot to live up to.

He walks to the St Angian Premier and offered his best wishes.He then presented the Premeir with a golden sceptre which has the incription
" Gradenk- St Anger Friendship Sceptre. "


Ambassador Kapoor: The President of Gradenk would like to present this token of friendship to you sir.

<reply of St Anger Premier>

Two men with glow-in-the-dark shirts walk over. One is armed. The other is carrying a bag.

"Is there a problem here?"
Yeah.

We have a homcicidal-suicidal drunken manic here.

I ccan see how that could be a problem,as they wait for the glow in the dark people to do something,Newsted helps Qaaolchoura restrain the drunk nutcase

they'd've done something automatically. i didn't read enough of the posts to know what was really going on. anyway...

The man with the bag pulls out a strait jacket and begins to subdue Mr. Pellimore, while the other stands by with his rifle raised. When Pellimore is in the jacket, the second man pulls a sponge out of the bag and presses it to the drunk's face. He goes limp. "Our apologies. I guess we should watch the bar more carefully," the second man says to Qaaolchoura, tipping his hat as he helped carry the drunk, still sporadically twitching, over to the clinic.

Meanwhile, the number of security has been doubled, as the embassy staff see that more people are becoming more drunk.

*places several caramels into moputh at once getting rather hyperactive*

I never drink, but I do tend to get a bit sugar high.

*decides to examine upper floors of emabssy*
*charges up stairs four at a time (OOC: I already climb them two to three at a time IC: ) charges back down within a minute of departure, and looks for a place to sit*

*Wonders if Q.(don't feel like speeling entire name) needs rehab,I mean he really needs to detox*

OOC: Detox? As Sirocco would say, "whasit?"

OOC: Detox? As Sirocco would say, "whasit?"

OOC: De toxification(well I guess...something like that) basically you need to go to sugar rehab :wink:

OOC: Detox? As Sirocco would say, "whasit?"

OOC: De toxification(well I guess...something like that) basically you need to go to sugar rehab :wink:
Nooo. . .

...Unless they have unswetened chocolate.

Chocolate, even unsweetened is better than sugar any day.

Mmm. . . caffine . . .

Can't disagree with the caffiene thing....er brb I got to go get a soda

After just sweeping in to the garage, still smelling of gunpowder but still lokking like a leader.

Miss Caddabra sincerely acepts the Sceptre, in return giving the The Gradenkian Ambassador the Chain Of Acceptance. THis is a solid silver chain with a small jewel affixed on the front.

"the jewel may be small sir but it is the most precious stone know to man"

(OOC: Sir...hmmmm young Sabbra is female.)

Ambassador Kapoor:" Thank you Miss President, The People of Gradenk would be honored by this beautiful gift. "

<Toasts a glass of red wine to the President of St Anger. >

*Rising a glass in reconition.*

"The nation Gradenk and all its people are forever welcom upon Saint Anger soil, the nation is succeding commercially and industrailly in many facets and is seen as a close friend of Saint Anger"

*Takes a sip of the wine*

"Now lets get to the real reason of why we are all here...lets party like there is no tommorow - today, now, foreever"

*Necks the remainder of the wine, rises with the Gradenk official and joins the crowd, cheering on the latest band*

Ah perhaps Miss President, Would you care to dance?

<extends his hand to the President, He then just noticed how lovely she is and waited for her acceptance. He sipped the last bit of wine and put the empty glass on the tray of a passing waitress >

*eats chocolate covered cherry and then goes off to look see if there are any more potential allies*

*wonders if it is proper to interupt Gradnek and SA's dancing to propose alliances*

*goes off looking for drunkards to restrain before they destroy the Berezan embassy instead*

Unsel walks around the crowds aimlessly, not really doing anything.

Unsel walks around the crowds aimlessly, not really doing anything.

So does Newsted,he then decides to go back to talk to the stair rail who was really very friendly.

*wonders if Newstead is drunk*

OOC: nah...hes always like that :)

"I'm sorry perhaps later my friend"

Slips away in pursuit of Unsel...

"there you are my gorgeous fighter pilot, care to dance...alone?"