NationStates Jolt Archive

In the Interest of increasing both Emina's Royal Population and relations with other nations, Emina is offering for any nation to send a suitable male to compete for the right to date Princess Widow. She is a beautiful brunette, age 25, and is not only the Princess of Emina, but the Prime Commandess of its army and Its Officer of Public Relations.

Requirements:
1.Must be MALE.
2. Must be between the ages of 20 and 40.
3. First come, first serve. first 5 to sign up get the spot, but more MIGHT be taken.
4. This is for possible marriage, but there will be a dating RP first.

The format will be that Princess Widow will ask her suits a series of questions, to which each will two point, any answer scores 1 point, and no answer nets 0 points. So if you want to win, you got to post.

A picture of the Princess(taken from her 25th birthday, normally dresses casual):

http://kiapurity.leamonde.net/artwork/jessyca.jpg

Bumptasic

Our aptly un-named dictator will marry your princess. However there are prenumptual terms we must discuss:
-Maomarxland can occupy your country with its military
-Maomarxland may issue pro-marxist propaganda through media

more to be announced upon agreement.

The dictator has been quoted as saying: "what is this garbage? I am to be interogated?!? Nonsense! The princess will not speak unless spoken to, and I ask the questions. A task force will arrive at your capitalist palace to thoroughly interogate the princess. If your majesty passes, I shall then speak with her."

Cartoria has a noble lord who is searching for a bride. He is age 24.

The Crown Empire of Magnus Valerius has great interest in this competition.

Prince Alexander, the son of Emperor Alexander I, is a young, dashing man of 22 years. Even if Magnus Valerius is at civil war, the prince believes that something like a royal marriage may quell some of the rebels in the colonial states. From the port at the city of Trentino, he boards a steam ship and is ferried towards Emina to partake in this competition. Besides, the Princess Widow sounds to him a most charming woman. Prince Alexander combed back his dark hair, and checked the condition of his dark green eyes in the mirror. Yep, they were all nice and healthy. His teeth were also nice - not too white, but just right. His body was slightly toned, but his mother resented having him look like one of those foolish sights called "bodybuilders".

His ship eventually approaches the shores of Emina... where the competition for the hand of Princess Widow will begin.

"Magnus Valerius is in need of establishing world relations," said Prince Alexander's father. "We cannot remain isolated from areas outside our region anymore..."

(OOC: Did you draw that? It's pretty good...)

"The Holy Empire of Mekanta is intrigued by this barbaric practice of competing for a mate..."

A humanoid robot come sup behind the diplomatic AI. "Perhaps that is because we are a nation mostly of AIs that seem predominantly male with no females in leadership?"

"... What of her holiness, Adjutant?"

"Oh she's just a figurehead and you know it!"

A woman walks in, points her palm at the robot, says the word "Override" and promptly leaves, the robot watching her go as it twitches.

"Why... why was I made to feel pain...?"

The diplomatic AI makes a sighing sound. "We wish to extend our support for this barbaric event, but shall not compete. While Mekanta has an eligable biological male, our General Axis, he is currently away to battle. And unless you have no problems with a machine entering the barbaric competition, we shall simply watch."

Another humanoid robot dances by, chanting, "I'm just a love machine, baby!"


Silence. "We shall resume open contact channels as soon as we dismantle this one piece by piece. It was warned after the 'Domo Arigato Mister Robotto' incident."

Alright, Rebeland shall send its President, Senor Dictator. Senor Dictator is a bold, intelligent, well-groomed, articulate, distinguished, sedulous, and handsome man of 21 years. Senor Dictator has been in charge of Rebeland for 13 months, before which he was studying neurology and quantum theory at Rebeland University. Senor Dictator is 6'3, 188 lbs., perplexing-mesmorizing eyes, dark brown hair, an intelligent accent.

Is it a custom of your nation to peddle away your women to foreign lands?
I myself, did not know that, by the nature of Civil rights, That you should be allowed to do something like this.

-Jacob Harrison
President of the Republic of Chochezkoo

The AI seems annoyed as the lyrics to a wordless techno song (Don't ask.) are interupted by yelps of pain. A synthetic voice rings out, "Knock it off you big baby! I'm sure it can be re-attached... after I'm done cutting the rest of your limbs off..."

The AI turns its attention back to the screen. "We have an interesting development. It seems General Axis IS available... kind of... We linked up a audiovisual feed and are able to set up a system similar to that for the barbaric competition."

"A datafeed on General Axis is being transmitted. Standby."

[code:1:824e9a372e]
Name: Axis (just Axis)
Gender: "You're ****ing me, right?"
Age: About 25 years, not counting Stasis Time.
Hobbies: Damned if we know.
Likes: Beats (Or rather, BEATING) the hell out of us.
Dislikes: Apparently us... Damn Military types...
Motto: "If you are struck on one cheek, stick your pistol under his nose and blow his ****ing brains out. Or if it's female, apologize. All the ammo in the world can't save you."

Physical description shall be transmitted later. Several of his "DarkStalker" humanoid robot agents seem to be rather irate with us...

-Mekantan R&D, The Supreme Overlords of Mekanta
[/code:1:824e9a372e]

"... We're going to kill them..."

The all-powerful dictator of Maomarxland shall assume victory-For the dictator is the embodiment of love, power, and all other things you hold dear. And just as a technicality:
Name:(too powerful to comprehend)
Age: 22
Hobbies: Inflicting a brutal, iron-fist rule over millions, walks on the beach, romantic dinners, hostage negotiations.
Features: Black hair, Eyes drenched in deep green, 6'5, a powerful build, average weight, incredibly attractive.
Adjectives: Intelligent, god-like, preternatural, attractive, romantic, fear-less, omnipotent....

You will make the right decision I hope.

The premier of Calamitous Shadows will apply.His name is Hessechia Grichenstein, he is 5'2, has pale brown hair, thick glasses, and an inner-ear infection. He is 27.

OOC: Alright, here's a better description of the suitor, Alexander. :)

IC:

After a week on a steamer, Prince Alexander was only a few hours away from the shores of Emina. Finally, a week of sea sickness was almost through with. If only he could make it by biplane... but those things don't go very far in long-distance travel.

Upon a piece of paper was a listing of Alexander's characteristics and other miscellaneous data that he held in his pocket.

Name: Prince Alexander Basilicus
Age: 22 years
Hobbies: marksmanship, philosophy, painting, music, fencing
Likes: Rain; it refreshes the air and makes the farmer's crops grow
Dislikes: ship voyages
Motto: Do your best for your country, your people, and most of all, yourself.
Physical Characteristics: dark brown hair, dark green eyes, 6'2", slightly above average build, 154 pounds.
Miscellaneous:
- Shall be crowned Emperor Alexander II in the appropriate time (i.e. when Alexander I dies).
- Has a rather cool demeanor

Soon, he would reach the nation where Princess Widow resided. Will he find her to be the one for him?

Ok, here are the final picks who will be allowed to compete:

Cartoria
Magnus Valerius-Prince Alexander
Rebeland-Senor Dictator
Mekanta-General Axis
Maomarxland
Calamitous Shadows-Hessechia Grichenstein


Chochezkoo- We are not peddling her. Its still her choice for who she wants to pick. Even if they do pass, they will still have to date her. Once again, its still her choice. Its just that we want some royal dating, not juist normal dating.

As you all arrive, you find that Widow is already ready for you. Please take your seats and ponder the question she poses. The first question is
"What is your opinion of Women in the Armed Forces?" When you are ready, you may submit your answer.

Two Humanoid robots wheel in a screen and bow. "We appologize, but as General Axis is in the field assisting the allies of Mekanta in defending their people from a vile threat, he is unable to be present. However, the audiovisual link is active." One of them hits a button on the screen and a hansome young man wearing Mekantan armor with long brown hair and a red streak from his right eye down to his jaw appears on the screen.

"General, the princess's question was, 'what is your opinion of women in the military?'"


Axis seems taken off guard by the question. "Well... Umm... Damn, I'm at a disadvantage here, aren't I? Mekanta's military is mostly AI, but..."

"If someone wishes to fight for thier nation, if they truely believe in the country's military's objectives, then the worst thing you can do is try to stop them." Axis shrugs. "But to force anyone, woman or man, into service if they don't want to go isn't right. I suppose it just depends on the individual."

He smiles and turns, hearing someone call his name. "What's that? General X1 is calling me? Damn." He turns back to the screen, smiles, and waves. "I'll return soon."

Maomarxland answers:

Women should pose as much of a role in governmental and militant decisions as men do. In my country we are renowned for our egalitarian beliefs on the subject.

Hessechia Grichenstein sneezes and then says: "*hng* well I guess *sniffle* they can be in the military if they want, who cares? After all I never served *ng-hey!*

I thank you for taking me under consideration.

In answer to your question, I believe that women are just as useful as men are on the battlefield. In this day and age, hand-to-hand combat has been rendered a rarity. So all a soldier needs to do is know how to use a rifle. In Rebeland there is a mandatory military service requirement for both men and women. I hope that this answer will suffice, and has been informative.

President Senor Dictator
The Republic of Rebeland

[TAG] This is intresting.

Prince Alexander hopped off HMS Valdemar, the royal steam transport, in his standard regalia. Honorary Medals adorn his chest and a sabre hung on his belt. As he and his small entourage of servants and personal bodyguards were disembarked, he met with the princess, Widow. She was waiting there for him... and four other suitors. One was a wierd one - he was encased in steel and appeared when commanded to. That suitor also had strange and complex machines with apparent minds of their owns. Alexander was baffled and astonished at this sight; he thought the most complex machinery existed in the gigantic steel mill and iron smelting works complex in Valerius Prime!

The other suitors were odd as well - one had a visionary disorder, another came off to be sinister and craven, and the last of the four had a name that was a name of a type of ruler!

However, the princess came out with a question, surrounding the idea of women in the military. The prince pondered for a moment, letting the others finish first, before giving his answer.

"Women in the military should be honored. Even if my country doesn't have many in the military and women are at a slight disadvantage, my father the Emperor has passed initiatives to help lessen this. I think they make up about 5% of the armed forces in Magnus Valerius, but that percentage is rising...Women are capable and just as intelligent as men in any situation, of course. If they want to fight for their country by any means, then it's wrong to stop them, as it is wrong to stop members of the opposite gender. By the way, our national hero, St. Valerian, chose his most trusted and influential female general to be his heir. Her name was Lucca D'Aurius."

Princess Emina gets up and meets with the judges in a soundproof room. She returns and sits down once again. "Points will be kept secret to prevent lieing. You will not know what kind of answers I like, so you won't be able to know how to lie. This is not to say you all are dishonest, but merely a rule my father has. Anyway, the second Question is, What is your opinion of getting dressed up, or dressing fancy?

One of the machines speaks softly into its wrist. Yelling in the Mekantan language is heard in reply, but shortly Axis's head appears on the screen, having just removed his helmet. "Remind me never to agree to something like this while I'm in the field." He mutters to someone to his side, smiling.

"The question was about formalwear, right? I suppose it all depends on what you're used to, and what you feel comfortable in. Personally I have no strong preference in any direction. I'm just as at home in military dress uniform, casual or formal civillian clothes," he gestures towards the armor he wears, "or Power Armor."

He smiles warmly. "I mean, I'd like to dress casually, but your environment is a much stronger determiner of your manner of dress when you're a soldier. While 'Prime' or 'Supreme' anything when dealing with the military tends to mean 'Stays Away from the Field,' you know it's much better to wear kevlar into a place where people will be shooting at you as opposed to a t-shirt." He shrugs. "Regardless, I think I've taken up enough time, and I have to ride into battle anyway."

He yells to his side. "Hey X1! What was that you said? Oh yeah. Foreward! Through shot and shell! Here we go into the mouth of hell!"

The transmission ends, and the two machines bow.

Prince Alexander watched as Princess Emina went to consult certain people in a room apart from the one he was in. She returned with a few words to say, and then she posed the next question. Prince Alexander thought it might have been a little too obvious in his appearance, but he decided words worked better than visuals.

"It is always very good etiquette to dress formally. In fact, my father is a little strict on that... he wishes for me to dress formally nearly every hour of the day around the palace. However, dressing good to an extreme in which vanity conquers your thoughts is pretty awful - never fall to the lie that a soldier who looks good fights well. In certain situations, dressing formally can be frivolous as well - for example, if you are on the battlefield with bright, comical ruby red pants, you won‘t last very long."

Alexander made a light downward run on the cloth of his coat. It was of fine silk and cloth, dyed green, and embroidered with off-gold thread. Silver buttons line his coat, and on his feet were polished black boots. His pants were black. "As you can see, I feel good about formal clothes for most of the time." Alexander bowed politely, signaling that his answer was complete to his liking.

What was good about Alexander's suit, he thought, was that it also could be a military uniform.

"Another selling off of a human female? This happens a lot, doesn't it? The humans treat their daughters as slaves for trading," Delgon remarked.

Manus nodded. Last time he attended one of these, not as a suit, but to prove that he was a better candidate than any human could match. It was a prideful boast of High Orcish power. But then things began to fall apart, and Manus and his coterie were regarded as demons and attacked. Those responsible were thus, eliminated, and Manus fended off the Arch-Angel Michael in the fray.

"These things are usually targets for violence. It replays every time. Contact this nation and inquire of their security, one cannot be too careful of such things," Manus Ordered.

As Delgon began to walk to the transpondance room, Manus spoke up once more, "And see if they would like a candidate of true honor and priviledge. Most of these petty simians are in it for their own selfish goals. I'm sure Trabian can round up one of the High Knights that would be quite interested to introduce our glorious society to that of this human waste of concrete."

One of the AIs makes a soft gasping sound, and walks out. The other bows. "We reget the interuption, but we are afraid General Axis has been seriously wounded in battle saving a comrade. He is currently in critical condition, and en route to medical facilities on one of Mekanta's landing ships in the region. We are unsure if the field medics will be able to do enough for him to regain consciousness in time for the next question. Again, we appologize for the interuption..."

In response to your question:

I enjoy dressing in a fancy/casual attire. However, when I am addressing the legislature, giving a speech, or meeting important international officials, I will wear an Italian crafted suit.

President Senor Dictator
The Republic of Rebeland

The corridors of the Dictator's main halls are dark. Suddenly the temperature drops to a frigid degree, and the light becomes non-existent. Then out of the darkness comes the dictator. A servant had summoned him to answer the Princesses question. (you may think he is in your kingdom, he flew back to Maomarxland to deal with domestic issues).

"S-sir..." shuddered the servent, "I bring word from the princess, its another question."
*hands dictator question*

""""Very well then, I shall answer it""""

*servent leaves, fearing for his very soul at the god-like presence of the "chosen-one*

^Letter to Princess Widow^

:twisted: My dress is rather eccentric compared to those you associate yourself with. I wear Militantatopian battle armor (black with green hue), the constituents of which are layers of kevlar and mail. I also wear an extravagant black cape. :twisted:

OCC: Calamitous Shadows, you have until 6 pm eastern time today to answer this question.

Darn, I am too late to compete. I would have killed on the science and math questions.

President StrangeLove
Republic of SilveryMinnow
Polygamist.

LT. Reinhard Wijers entered the room silently and decided to sit down in the corner.
The General wanted him to be here so he could gain information on the nations present.

Sure, he thought. The general probably just wanted footage of the princess.
"Oh, well" He said silently. "I'm getting paid for it"

What is the next question?

Princess Widow once again meets with the judges, and returns. "Ok, here is the next question. If I was to choose you, where would we go on our first date. Describe where, what we would eat, what we would do, and what would we be wearing."

Princess Widow,

On our first date we would go to an amusement park, a movie, and then a fancy restaurant. I suppose we would be wearing relatively casual attire. Afterwards, we would watch the sun set on the beaches of Rebeland.

President Senor Dictator
The Republic of Rebeland

Princess Widow disappears behind the door once again for some unknown task. There might be people keeping tallies on the contestants. She emerged once more and posed another question.

"Ok, here is the next question. If I was to choose you, where would we go on our first date. Describe where, what we would eat, what we would do, and what would we be wearing."

Alexander decided to answer promptly.

"Where shall we go? Why, we shall go to a fine amusement park, watch fireworks, and then take a coach ride through a nice park. After that, we'll settle for dinner in an elegant but not too extravagant restaurant. After dinner, we might find a small grassy hill overlooking the sea for a cool conversation. What we'll be wearing? I'd say something nice, comfortable, and elegant. We would opt to wear casual clothes when we stop by the amusement park and fireworks show - and after dinner. But for the dinner and exploration of the city we'll be in would call for formal clothes."

One of the AIs holds its hand to the side of its head as the other re-enters. "Interesting. It seems General Axis has recovered faster than anticipated. Establishing connection..."

The screen seems to come on at a bad time. "I HAVE FIVE HOLES STRAIGHT THROUGH MY BODY, ABOUT A FOURTH OF MY BLOOD MISSING, AND NOW YOU LITTLE CRETINS TELL ME I DON'T GET MY VICTORY SAKE!? IT'S A BLOODY MEKANTAN TRADITION!!"

"Erm... Prince Axis... The connection has been established..."

"Huh?" The screen's view turns to show Axis sitting in a hospital-type bed, bandages around his head and a thick wire comming out of the back of his shoulder. "Oh, uhh... Sorry about that... Heh... heh heh..." He leans over, and can be heard whispering threateningly. "I suggest you get me something to dull this pain now before X1 over there decides seeing his friend's wounds hurting is your fault, and turns you into a coffee table..."

The AIs seem rather unnerved. "We appologize. General Axis tends to get cranky if he's confined." One says, turning to the screen. "General, the Princess's question was, if she were to choose you, where would you take her, what would you two do, and what would both of you be wearing?"

An amused chuckle is heard in the background on the screen. "He's going to say 'nothing' for what they'd be wearing. Fifty gears say's that's what he'll say."

"Bite me, X1!" Axis yells, immediately wincing in pain. "Well... Give me a week or so and the choices will be broader. But assuming I'm able to walk again in time, I'd probably leave it up to you. But if that's not an option... I'd have to say probably out to dinner somewhere nice, and just have... whatever." He shrugs, but immediately regrets it. "Probably casual clothes, but whatever I wear, chances are I'll still have bandages..." He smiles and shrugs again.

OCC: Sorry about the delay. I was waiting on the others, and I just forgot to set a date limit. No matter.

Princess Widow returns to the judges, and then returns back to her suitors. "This is the second to last question. If we were to be married, what would it be like."

The AIs seem to be occupied playing cards on the floor, but quickly stand at attention when the Princess returns. "Two pair." One whispers to the other.

"Full house. Pay up when we get back." The other whispers back, placing its hand on the side of its head. "Odd... You mean... He's WHAT!?" He quickly starts speaking into his wrist, obviously not happy. "Delete you! Either you give that message to General Axis, or I'll PERSONALLY hunt you down and rip your core out through your waste disposal duct! Is that understood, Third Class!?" He pauses. "Wait... First Class...? Oh nutbunnies..."

He pressed the button, General Axis appearing on the screen. "Yo." He says, taking a pull from a bottle in his hands. He grins broadly and gives a V-for-Victory sign. It's obvious a party is going on behind him...
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The two AIs seem disturbed by this display. "Erm... sir...? Could you act... oh, I don't know... proper- Oh, I give up." It shrugs. "General, the Princess's question was what it would be like if you two were married. Are you still sober enough to answer?"

"Pfft. I could drink anyone here to the floor, and still be well enough in my mental facilities to help them into bed." He thought a moment. "Well... That's a toughie... Well, that would depend on the living situation. But therein lies the problem of our duties to our countries. Mekanta needs me to oversee the reconstruction of our armies, and the princess of a country can't very well go running off... So, it probably wouldn't be too much different from dating until Mekanta recovers enough I can go to Emina four days out of the week and boss these slackers around from a distance." A yell is heard in the background, causing Axis to turn around. "Sonovabitch!" He yells, running off. "Come back here with my hat, damn it!"

The audio-visual feed cuts out, leaving the two AIs to look at each other. "We're not getting paid enough for this..."

Princess Widow,

It would truly be a joyous occasion. I am not quite sure what a royal wedding is like, but a presidential one is extravagant. It would be declared a national holiday.

President Senor Dictator,
The Republic of Rebeland

One of Alexander's guards whispers into the prince's ear.

"Sire... what are those advance machinery contraptions capable of? They can play cards - I wonder if we can join and play forks!"

The prince rolled his eyes.

Then, Emina returned, bearing her grace once more with another question. Alexander watched as General Axis delivered his answer before he did the same. One of the guards began approaching one of the machines that inspired much curiosity.

"What shall we do when we are married? Hmm... It is pretty hard to say so far, since we've all just met... I'd say we would do what you want with reasons - I'd like to let whomever my wife would be to decide on what we should do to make her as pleased and happy as possible. We can hang out here in Emina, or reside in the Imperial Palace back at Valerius Prime. We would be heirs to the thrones of Emina and Magnus Valerius... together, living a nice life, with or without all the luxuries of royalty. I probably have enough sway to have my father arrange things that you would like, too... and we would be prolific like my father; I'm just one of five other children in my royal family. We would have several children, all blessed with the promise of royalty. It all depends on what card of fortune we are dealt with."

The intrigued guard with his pompous white-feathered helmet, reminiscent of German Uhlan Hemlets, approaches one "AI" and bows. However, the bodyguard, with sword in hand, did not realize his back was to another AI, and the end of the sword and its scabbard rammed clumsily against the other AI - with a lot of force. "Jolly good day, my machine and metal friend. May myself and the other guards who are accompanying Prince Alexander join in on your games?"

Other than that guard were three others dressed in the same fashion. They were nothing but pawns, it seems. Same clothes, same helmets, same swords, same beards, same eyes... They all seemed oddly alike, as if they were born identical of the same parents and ovum.

(OOC: Hopefully Emina doesn't mind a little bit of irrelevancy... ^_^)

The AI looks to the guard, then to his comrade. They converse softly in True Mekantan. (Baisicly a polynary-code based language made up of various pitched beeps.) One turns to the guards and nods. "Gambling okay with you?"