NationStates Jolt Archive

President Sergei Ilyanov of the phone:"... General don't screw this up! If you're going to attack that city, attack the industrial section. I know I know this war is going to get us killed, but we signed that treaty. General, I can't go over there. You know what? You're in charge. Yes you. You don't need my authorization. But minimize civilian deaths to a minimum. Yes, I love you too. Good bye." click

President Sergei Ilyanov to himself:"Eh, glad that was one on one. Of course it was a man love, not gay love... soldier to soldier..."

The President sits down, looking out into the window of his office. He sees the traffic just going along. No stops, just going and going and going... He turns his chair around and presses a button.

President Sergei Ilyanov:"Secretary, bring up my Minister of Forgein(sp) affairs."

Secretary:"You want fries with that?"

President Sergei Ilyanov:"Later, and get him up here."

Orcha Yultanov walks up to the President. He bowes at him, humble of course. He then takes a seat in front of the President.

Orcha Yultanov:"Yes?"

Preisdent Sergei Ilyanov:"Did you send the e-mail yet?"

The Minister starts sweating, he pulls on his collar, looking around nervously. After all, this man can pick up an AK-47 and use it like a terrorist.

Orcha Yultanov says nervously:"Yes sir."

President Sergei Ilyanov:"Good, and remember if this goes wrong, I'll kill you. I have that power you know."

He says this jokingly. The Minister sighs a sigh of relief. He knows all along that he likes playing with people's emotions. Eh, who's to judge.

Orcha Yultanov stands up doing a military salute.
Orcha Yultanov:"Well sir, let's just hope you don't have to kill me." He chuckles as he says this.

President Sergei Ilyanov chuckles also:"Let's just hope so."

Orcha Yultanov leaves the room. Chuckling to himself. The President always was a humourus man.

President Sergei Ilyanov:"Well come on then, might as well start getting ready."

Inside Orcha Yultanov's Office:

Orcha Yultanov starts talking to himself:"Agh, I have to send that e-mail. Glad I have the spammer!"

Orcha Yultanov gets on his computer, he then writes the following e-mail.

[code:1:a8d86116cd]To whom it may concern: All socialist nations and International members
From the Island of Rose:

You are formally invited to the formal ball of President Sergei. The wear shall be formal. The food is formal also, but feel free to bring your own food. Any diplomat is invited to the President's Villa in the center of the City of Rose. All those attending will land on the airport and be greeted by a Rosian guard. Please attend and give us the honor.
-Minister of Forgein Affairs: Orcha Yultanov

P.S. To those Capatilist nations that received it, I am sorry. But you can come, if the President let's you...[/code:1:a8d86116cd]

He sends it through "The Spammer" and goes to sleep.

OOC: Post your own entrance post. Ummm imagine the Villa as the White House. Eh if I only had pics. Any socialist countries are invited and capatilist have to ask :roll: eh, sorry if it annoys you

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OOC: What I do?

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(OOC: Change the title...)

OOC: Sorry, I heard leet sells -.- how do I do that XD

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Hey its advertising. Kinda like the nation that had the topic "Free Nukes" and it was a marketing ploy to make people see the new jet fighter for sell.

OOC: Well CL since you're part of the International. You coming will be great!

Pro Hli walked up the steps to the villa, a spring in his step and whistling a merry tune. Today was a happy day, after all, it was the day Huyuni made its international presence as a socialist nation known. Adjusting his Hawaiian t-shirt and making sure his shorts were casual enough, He knocked on the door.

Nice day outside.

The Main Lobby:

The President was asleep, then he hears the door knock.

President Sergei Ilyanov: I'm coming!

The President walks groggily, his hair ruffled up, his suit wrinkled. God knows how long he slept. He then opens the door.

He steps in front of Pro Hli. Before Pro stood a Russian man. His age was 39, his hair still black but getting grey. His expression cynical, but inviting. He was 5'9, with a good average build, those free lyposuctions are handy. He then welcomes the man in.

President Sergei Ilyanov:"Come in, the party hasn't started yet."

OOC: To change the title, go to EDIT and just retype the title.

IC:

A young Aztec ambassador walks up to the President's Villa. This is the first major summit for him. "Heck, I've only been in the diplomatic service for three months and already, I'm not behind the desk." He said to himself. He walked up the stairs and showed the security gaurds his badges. They let him in and he walked into the Villa. He then waited for a gaurd or someone to show him where to go.

The President walks up to the door, he opens it and lets him in.

"Welcome, to my house, the party hasn't started, but I assume you will want something to eat."

He points over at the table, it is filled with native foods such as rice and chicken and the like.

"Come, someone has already arrived, go join him."
OOC: I'll just assume Pro Hli came inside.

As he said that, he walks towards the sofa, sits down, turns on his color cable T.V. and watches the Rosian History Channel. Probably a documentary on the Rosian Civil War. They always did war something involving that Eh.

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John McClure and Muhammed (sp?) Al'Zar had arrived in The Island of Rose 30 minutes eariler and with a short drive they arrvied at the at the Presidents Villa.

The two men, dressed in suits (yes, I know it's supposed to be formal), made their way to the door.

"A Villa? Arn't these guys Socialists?" John remarked to Muhammed. His friend shrugged.

"I don't know, comrade." He chuckled. "It's like great comrade Connolly and Al'Fahid, you and I."

"Ah, yes, the two Halladi delegates from The International who brought Hallad into the modern world."

John rang the door bell.

The President, this time with a nice suit, walks up and open the door.

"Welcome, come in, come in. It is not a grand house, then again I bought this with my own money... or is it an old corporate building? Ah crazy captilists."

The President opened the door even wider, reveiling an upper middle class living room. Not too formal, not too casual.

"Take a seat, watch some tv, have some food."

The President goes back to his sofa.

OOC: I gotta go, RP your entrance into the Villa and mingle among yourselves, pretend some butler dude lead you inside.

Im going. I will send my plane secretely for protection purposes...

A woman strolls up the villa steps, she is Amy Lyn Wu Minister of Foriegn Affairs and president-elect of the Lands of Alex. She is wearing an off-white strapless dress. As she enters the door Princess Joe Ann (the only royal liberal) runs up to her wearing a matching red dress and tiara.

Wu: "We must reconciliate with the socialist and communist comunities, after all they saved us from your errr.... grandmothers......."

Princess: "......dictatorship, and we lost our greatest ally when the FWS was deleted. But now we can actualy have allies who have the same government views as us."

Wu: "Quiet, where here!"

They enter and begin mingling.

The Ambassador sat on a seat, going over the different nations attending. He could smell the food cooking too. It smelled different, but delicous anyways. The furnishings were interesting. Not quite what he was expecting. "Kind of like home." He said quietly.

His phone rang.

He walked outside and answered it, it was a secratary for the Foriegn Affairs Ministry:

"I hate to tell you this, but Dr. Darius Wellington (the Foriegn Affairs Minister) is ill and the Premier will be unable to attend because of recent problems with security. You'll be on your own for a while."

He hung up and went back to the room.

President Christopher Kotovesky reclined in his aircraft seat, and looked out of the window of the government 767, which was on final approach. He didn't know what to expect. A villa? Such a gathering in Kanabia would have been held in a public building. Oh well. Perhaps it would be worth it. He was travelling this week anyway. As the plane touched down, He readied himself and prepared to debark the aircraft, journalists in tow.

OOC: Just out of curiousity, what was the original topic name?

The President comes back, apparently groaning. He was holding his stomach, and sat down on the sofa again. 'Never have too much milk my mother said, I guess she was right, damn gas.' He thought to himself. As he looked around, he noticed the amount of ambassadors inside his villa.

President Sergei:"Butler!"
Butler:"Yes sir."
President Sergei:"Don't call me sir." As he said that, the President shrugged, he was always a more casual man.
Butler:"Sorry Sergeiavich. Yes I let these people in if you were wondering."
President Sergei:"Excellent."

As the President finishes his conversation he walks up to one of the guests, who knows which one though. (chance to RP with me @.@ and any guests make your way inside the Villa. Pretend my butler or a guard let you in)

The President comes back, apparently groaning. He was holding his stomach, and sat down on the sofa again. 'Never have too much milk my mother said, I guess she was right, damn gas.' He thought to himself. As he looked around, he noticed the amount of ambassadors inside his villa.

President Sergei:"Butler!"
Butler:"Yes sir."
President Sergei:"Don't call me sir." As he said that, the President shrugged, he was always a more casual man.
Butler:"Sorry Sergeiavich. Yes I let these people in if you were wondering."
President Sergei:"Excellent."

As the President finishes his conversation he walks up to one of the guests, who knows which one though. (chance to RP with me @.@ and any guests make your way inside the Villa. Pretend my butler or a guard let you in)

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The diplomat for the Aztec National League saw the meeting lulling on. It needed some new life, nd right now, the ANL seems to be the center of controversy, so he asked:

"I hope none of you look down upon your comrades, the ANL because of the conflict diamond conflict. I assure you our government is not in any way involved."

The President heard the comment and replied. He put his hand on the ambassadar's shoulders.

"Why wouldn't I believe you? I know you're not involved in any way. Relax, come, have a seat."

He lead the diplomat to the dining room, small but big enough. It was all upper middle class.

"Now, what is your name? How's life?"

The diplomat smiled and said "My name is Jorge Martinez, I will be the only diplomat from the ANL for a while, the Foreign Affairs minister is ill will bronchitis and the diplomatic core is busy with the scandal, so they'll be stretched thin for a while."

The President lays his elbow on the table, he chuckles as he hears the name.

"Oh a spanish name? Tu save espanol? Sorry if this is too quaint, I don't know what you were expecting of me. Then again, this isn't public property, I bought this with every last penny. So how exactly did this contreversy start?"

He takes out a pack of ciggarettes, he takes out out and begins to smoke it.

A small green cab pulls up in front of the villa...

"Hey bro, here's some aluminum rivets(tosses about 25 of them to the driver) exchange 'em at your bank... i didn't have time to... i apologize... i gotta get in before my quiche falls... i hate boats... so long of a trip... "

A tall lanky young man hops out of the cab... he feels a little alone in front of this impressive villa... "Nothing like this in SPUSA... it's huge... but it looks fairly quaint... well except for the guards at the front door... I hate it when my dad sends me on diplomatic affairs... just because i graduated from the state college magna cum laude in political science doesn't make me a damn diplomat..."

He adjusts his white collared shirt and his black tie whith the skull and crossbones across the front... tightens up his doc martens and pyramid bracelet... graps the quiche and a sixer of high life he brought... "maybe there'll be an open bar... that always loosens people up..."

He bounds up the steps looks at the guards... and says "Relax fellas, I am Dennis Wallace... The Grand Councilor Lucas Wallace's kid... I'm just here to have a good time... and see... i got quiche!!!

the front door swings open... as he enters he starts whistling the tune "Story of My Life" from Social Distortion... "God, Mike Ness was a genius... the story of my life..."

Butler:"Sergeiavich! We have a guest!"

The President stands up.

"Excuse me Jorge, I have a visitor."

The President runs up to the front door, looking like a complete idiot, he's sweaty by the time he arrives at the door. He looks at the young man, focusing on the skull and crossbones. He looks up at him, then the alcohol. He smirks at him and starts talking.

"Let me guess, you don't want to be here? Well, we have entertainment, sorry we don't have an open bar if you're wondering."

He extends his hand.

"So what is your name?"

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ohhh great here we go... the formality...

"Well i gues it was a good thing i brought my own beer then... DAMN!!! MY QUICHE FELL!!! I WORKED FOR HOURS ON THAT!!!... story of my life...(puts down the quiche and extends his hand to the president and shakes it vigorously... perhaps a little to vigorous...) Ohhh, My name... I apologize... I am Dennis Wallace the youngest son Of Lucas Wallace the Grand Councilor of SPUSA... he sends his regards... but unfortunately he couldn't attend... something about his backswing... or back porch swing... ohhhh wait... his appendix had to be taken out... that's it... so he is recouperating... he sent me instead... i am his advisor and diplomat... so where can i put this crappy quiche???"

looks to the floor a little embarrased of his outburst in front of everyone especially the president... he really wishes he can sit in a corner and drink his sixer now... he adjusts his tie and asks "So who do you have for entertainment???"

"OHHH and the skull and crossbones on the tie... it's our national emblem... well that and a saguaro cactus with a sickle on one side and a hammer on the other... but that's for another conversation completely..."

looks around for an empty corner to drink in...

The President chuckles. He puts his hand around his shoulder and starts showing him around.

"Trust me, I do not like formal events, but I always wanted to wear a suit. Anyway, Lucas, what do we have for entertainment hmm.... I got it. I have video games, DVDs, TV. Hell I need to relax too you know."

The President chuckles.

"But then again, that's too childish for a diplomat like you." He says this humourisly. "Then again, you do like video games. I notice that nobody can come, eh it's a conspiracy."

He walks up to a drawer and takes out a marijuana box.

"We'll smoke this later..." The President chuckles and puts it away. He then lets go of the young diplomat. He puts his hand on his own(my own waist) waist, looking around. "So what do you want do?"

"Again, Sir, My name is Dennis... My father's name is Lucas..." Tosses the President a high life... "It's all we got there... i like it though... it always makes me feel like a normal person and not the Grand Councilors son... drink up i got 4 more... HAHHAHA!!! I'm not much into video games... bad hand eye coordination... and the tv tends to bore me... nothing against you and your stations here sir... please don't be offended..." thinking to himself... "Fuck... i really messed that one up... i hope he doesn't have me hung or anything... dad can't save me this time..." speaking again, "But what's up with ladie in the tiara??? Who's she??? and is that her handmaiden??? i didn't even think that was still around... i thought it went the way of the buffalo..."

takes a big swig of beer... praying that the president won't punish him too severely...

The President takes a sip of the high life.

"Whoo! This stuff is great. You and me, we gotta have a trade agreement or something. The Princess? I don't know I havn't talked to her yet. Probably one of those fancy types. Eh, I never was a formal man. I'm surprised I was elected. Eh, state TV is never that good anyway."

The President shrugs.

"Remind me to ban reality shows. Anyway, what do you like to do... Dennis? And one more thing, don't call me sir... it annoys me. Call me by my name."

OOC: Your RP is great, but fix your grammer, I see potential in ya :D

Jorge looked around at the place. He understood why the President was suprised he had a spanish name, after all, the diplomat was from the Aztec National League, and although the majority had Aztec names, many people had spanish names and some even english names. Oh well, he sat at the table and looked at the President. He responded "Well, I don't know, I'm sure there is a lot to do, it's a beautiful country.

The President's eyes widen. He slaps himself in the forehead.

'Jorge!' he thought to himself. "Jorge over here! Join us in our conversation." He waves the Aztec diplomat over. "Join us, pardon me for my rudeness."

"Hi ya Jorge!!! How ya doin'???" he extends his hand to the representative from the ANL, "My name is Dennis Wallace, I am the Grand Councilor of SPUSA's son. My dad just had his appendix removed, so he couldn't be here tonight. Want a beer??? OHH crap, the quiche is still on the floor. What the hell, do you wanna play kick the quiche???"

Looks inquisitively in the presidents eyes for confirmation...

OOC: One i just figured out what OOC meant... very, very new to this... never really replied to any of these boards before... i don't understand the rules... etc... and i get kinda bored reading the ones that try to explain it... they always jump around and confuse me... BUT, thanks for the compliment... really and truly i appreciate it...

The President chuckles at the remark. He rolls his eyes and smirks. He places his hand on Dennis's shoulders.

"You act the way you're acting here and you'd be killed. And you brought quiche? I don't like quiche... now you must die!" The President chuckles to himself. "No I'm kidding. Better if you brought ham croquettes though. Delicious... so you still havn't answered what you wanted to do."

He puts down his cigarrette on an ash tray.

"I really should stop smoking."

John and Muhammed kept to themselves at a buffet tablle, mingling at the food.

"I don't know about all this, I heard the last debate in the International almost had Cr and CL leaving." John said, trying to make conversation.

"This isn't a debate, it's... a meeting I guess." He paused. "And bedsides, Hallad almost dropped out as well."

"Well, all things right themselves eventually."

They went to get some drinks.

The President looks over at the representatives of Hallad.

"Hey you two! Over here! Join our conversation, you must be bored arn't you? Meet Dennis represintitive of SPUSA and Jorge, representative of the Aztec National League. Come comrade join us."

The President lights yet another cigarrette.

"Should we?" Muhhammed asked, implying they shoudl join them.

"What have we got to loose?"

The two walked over.

"So what's this all about then?" John asked sarcasticly.

The President chuckled at the question. He takes a puff of his ciggarette and lets out a little smoke.

"A little rude are we? All I wanted was to have a nice intelligent conversation with you." He chuckles yet again. "But we got off to a bad start." He extends his free hand, and takes another puff of his cigarette with the other. "My name Sergei Ilyanov. What are your names?" He smirks as he asks this.

"I am Comrade Delegate John Mcclure of Hallad, and this is Comrade Delegate Muhammed Al'Zar."

Muhammed nodded.

The President chuckles yet again.

"No need to be so formal John and Muhhamed. Only reason this is formal is because I always wanted to wear a suit for a good reason. Well, this is a good reason, don't you agree? So how did you arrive on our magnificent Island?" He takes yet another puff of his cigarrette, letting out a little smoke.

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Ambassador Kerin arrived at TIOR, the only representative from dakara to show up. he walked up to the door to the villa and knocked.

The President excused himself from the guests.

"Excuse me."

He walked over to the door and opened it. He looked at the ambassador.

"Welcome, how was your trip comrade? Make yourself comfortable."

He lead him inside showing him around.

thank you sir, Premier Zukhov sends his apologies for not attending, but he is in Communist Louisana at the moment. actually , so was i until i came here. I'm the Dakaran delegate to the international. Rumor has it that even the former God Emperor is coming out of his voluntary exile to attend.

The President took a puff of his cigarrette, he then shrugged when he heard the word God Emporer.

"God Emporer? Who the hell is he?" The President chuckles. "Such a title, I believe in the one true God, but people hate evangilists." He chuckles again. "So who is he? Excuse my ignorance."

he's a ceremonial leader. we are truly governed by our elected Premier. the emperor led the revolutionary army in dakara, and was made into a messiah against his will by the religious orders. he ruled dakara for 2 years, at which time the 17 year old ruler stepped down and helped create our democratic government. He grew up in a village, so he is a bit closer to the .....primitive.....traditions of our people. His followers run around like savages, with swords and armor. Only the tiny Church of Dakara beleives him to be a god, but only in the sense that pharoahs were condsidered gods.

The President nods.

"Ah I see. I just hope his followers don't come." He chuckles at his own remark. "I sure will be honored if he does attend, I just hope he doesn't expect a state entrance, I'm not the formal type." The President looks around the upper middle class living room they are in. "What do you think of my Villa?"

I like it. we don't have views like this in dakara..all we have is ice and snow and more ice to look at. I think Your country has become my new vacation spot.

The President takes a puff of his cigarrete, chuckling and then letting out a smirk.

"That's a nice compliment of us, then again it never snows here. Maybe we should trade sand for ice." He chuckles to himself. "Let's hope this is the begining(sp) of a new relationship." He takes another puff. "So tell me, how's life? Do you have a wife? And you still havn't told me your name..."

"oh how rude of me." "I am Ambassador Gaberiel Kerin , and i have a wife and two beautiful daughters. They are still in Communist Louisana, however we are going back to Dakara at the end of this month, then on my vacation, i think i'll bring them here"

The President chuckles yet again! And takes his last puff of the cigarrete, putting it out on the nearby ash tray.

"Oh you do have a wife and daughters? Hmmm, I have no wife, eh, I never did want one." He laughs. "Ah, women are trouble anyway, especially the feminists." He rolls his eyes. "Eh, so you're going to come here for a vacation? Feel free to stay here if you want, we have an extra room. Eh, then again I always wanted a woman." He chuckled again. "Heh, maybe you can get me one?" He laughs.

Kerin also laughs at this. "Come to Dakara sometime, we have wonderful ski slopes and lots of foriegn and Dakaran ski bunnies."

The President sighs.

"Eh, ski bunnies. As soon as they see me fail on the slopes they'll run away, or maybe they'll stay for my money. Eh what the hell do I know." He chuckles at his own remark.

when i was younger i woudl fall on purpose, and women would flock to me to see if i was ok. he laughs at the memory. but now, those days are long gone, and i'm happily married.

He chuckles with him.

"Tell me Karin, what is your age? I am 39."

OOC: I gotta go, pretend a guard let yourself in, mingle with the guest blah blah blah. Thank God this thread is making some progress -.- but we need more guests! Come on you commie nations keep on coming in!

i'm 35 myself.

OOC: also going to bed.

The President chuckles.

"Good to know there's still young people out there." He taps him on the shoulder. "Well, I must check on the other guests, good bye. Mingle with them, I mean that's what you do yes?" He walks away...

OOC: My cue to go buh bye.

The Ambassador goes and sits with the other delegates, and introduces himself.

(OOC: sorry for not replying i have been really busy.)

Princess Joe Ann looks aroundand turns to Minster Amy Lyn Wu:

Princess: "Hey Amy we should go talk to the President don't you think?'

Wu: "Maybe we should wait for his invitation."

Princess: "OK, but I don't want him to think i'm a stuck up snoby royal type, after all I haven't been a royal for a year even."

(OOC: If th epresident asks to talk we'll talk, same with any other diplomat.)

the two Halladi delegates take a seat in some comfortable near the ANL delegate.

"Don't you think he's a little rich to be a man of the people. This is supposed to be a Socialist nation, no?" Muhammed said to the group around him.

The President walks over the Halladi ambassadors, hearing of the comment.

"Yes this is a little bit too much money, but it isn't mine. I'm not going to use public spending to improve this Villa. You see, this belonged to an old Corporate boss, the former dictator. The first Rosian President used his own money, stolen my the Corporates, to dim down the Villa. These walls were once made of gold, did you know that? And no way in hell I'm going to use the taxpayers' money. Anyway, don't think of me as a corporate fool. And trust me, I'd live in another house but it's death to those for the Presidents that don't live here... don't ask."

The President sees the two female ambassadors and thinks to himself.
'This might be interesting.'
"Come over here you two! Join our conversation!" He takes a seat near the Halladi Ambbassadors.

Princess Joe Ann hurries over to take a seat next to the president as Amy Lyn Wu sits by her.

Princess: "Hello, I'm Joe Ann Placard, errr... Princess Joe Ann, my grandmother Empress Joan wants me to tell you she wishes she could attend but... well she claims she is busy but she is just lazy."

Wu: "Mhmm, I'm Minister of Foriegn Affairs, Amy Lyn Wu, also I'm President-Elecet and soon to be Prime Minister. (shakes presdients hand). So, this is a nice Villa, do you enjoy living here?"

Princess Joe Ann rolls her eyes at Amy's formality.

The President chuckles at her question.

"This is a nice Villa, but I'd rather live in a nice cottage. Then again, I'd be killed if I don't live here... no seriously, I would. So what brings a beautiful Princess to our small humble Island?" The President was always a charming man... and a great a** kisser

Princess: "Well the royal family likes to send a represenative along with Amy here, so I came. Also, thought you might be a fan did you know I was singer before a princess?"

The President takes out a cigarrette and starts taking a puff.

"Really? I'm sorry I don't know of you, all I listen to is Mozart and Rap. Eh, I don't like these formal events." The rolls his eyes. "But I do like wearing a suit. So tell me, anything of interest you wish to discuss?" He takes a puff of his cigarrette.

Wu: "Well joining the international of course, is a top priorty for the Parliament and Prime Minister...."

Princess: "Everyone knows the Prime Minister is your puppet and that the President of Parliament is powerless, so why do you even refer to them like that? Oh, anyway I am sorta hopin to get a date out of this counrty...."

Wu: "What happened to Duke Forrest?"

Princess: "We both thought it felt 'arranged'. So, what exactly is the International?"

She states gazing into the president's eyes.

The President stands up and turns around, chuckling at the Princess's comment.

"You have a wild mouth don't you?" He takes one last puff of his cigarrette and puts it away on the ash tray. "The International is a socialist organization, we provide economic and military aid to all of it's members. To join, you must have a communist or socialist nation. We are led by a Premier, elected every month. Our current Premier is the nation of Communist Rule." He sits back down. "Any questions?" He smirks.

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OOC: I got visitors. Mingle among yourselves. AFK.

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I seem to have BUMPED into something.

I seem to have BUMPED into something.

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This page is made entirely of bumps!!

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"Comrade PM?"
"Unh?"
"Message from Sergei. Meeting of the International."
"Ugh. Tell him I'll be there. I'm tired. If he wants me to come now, he can bugger off. I'll come tomorrow"
"Er...right." Better re-word that diplomatically.

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ooc// I know you're annoyed by now, but bump -.-

ooc: I feel so pathetic, bump lol

"CR should prove to be a good Premier I would hope." Muhhammed commented.

"Speaking of Premier, there's elections going on Hallad right now, luckily I had gotten a chance to vote before I left. Last I heard the True Directorate is winning." Joh said with a smirk.

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Just for the hell of it, a good ol' British Socialist song! (Yes it's also a hymn but it's pretty well-suited to the task I think :D)

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land!

:mrgreen:

The Republic denounces any Turk Barbarian Alliance. We will not adopt an agressive strategy, nor will we pursue embargos for us and our allies but we publicly condemn any Turks or Turk Alliance and that is why the Turkish population on both Cyprus and Greece is being ejected.

If any nations want these peoples (120,000) then take them as refugees because we are dumping them on the border between turkey and greece.

OOC: Right Greece... sorry Hallad I was afk

The President turns around towards the Halladi's representatives comment.

"Oh you're having elections? Hmph, my Vice Minister of Forgien Affairs should handle that. I guess I'll support the True Dictotorate too. I hope you understand that this Villa isn't actually mine..."

OOC: You sure you've got the right topic?

OOC: So who wants to take this bump? Lol

OOC: I'll volunteer for the next one! I can keep pumping out musical propaganda y'know :P

The Republic denounces any Turk Barbarian Alliance. We will not adopt an agressive strategy, nor will we pursue embargos for us and our allies but we publicly condemn any Turks or Turk Alliance and that is why the Turkish population on both Cyprus and Greece is being ejected.

If any nations want these peoples (120,000) then take them as refugees because we are dumping them on the border between turkey and greece.

"umm what???" The dakaran ambassador was utterly apathetic to the random blabberings of the greece and cyprus.

A diplomat from the State Department lands and moves to the place where the meeting is taking place. He is wearing a Silver trimmed Tux with a bow tie. This is Ambassador Stanton, appointed from the Department of State, to attend this meeting. He is with his wife, Mrs Stanton, who is wearing a very lovely Blue dress with lace at the top, sequences along the embroidery, with a flowing bottom.

They took the limo from the Airport and proceeded to the event. They arrived and exited.

When they entered the event, eyes turn towards them.

"Greetings! I am Ambassador Stanton from the nation of Formal Dances. We would like to open talks with any nation that wants too. This is my Wife, the lovely Mrs. Stanton. We would like to think The Island of Rose for this invite and would love to meet and talk with the government. If anyone wishes to talk, feel free to talk to me. Thank You."

With that, he takes his wife's arm and leads them onto the dance floor and starts to dance.

*The doors open to produce a tall man in a red frock coat with a powdered wig* I thank you mates for inviting me to your...ahem....petty lefist meeting. I want to view the...how do you say...opposition? Aha, touche. You poor plebians couldn't hurt, ahem, a fly.

The President does a drinking too much with his hand, towards the Dakaran Ambassador. He then calls the couple to their table.

"Come friends, join our conversation!" After that he looks at the Duke walk in, he stifles in a few laughs before he walks up to him.

"Mr. Heimlichsburg, you got our invitation, welcome." He extends his hand. "Would you like to sit with us?"

OOC: Heimlichsburg was invited, he's a friend of mine, play nice.

The President does a drinking too much with his hand, towards the Dakaran Ambassador. He then calls the couple to their table.

"Come friends, join our conversation!" After that he looks at the Duke walk in, he stifles in a few laughs before he walks up to him.

"Mr. Heimlichsburg, you got our invitation, welcome." He extends his hand. "Would you like to sit with us?"

OOC: Heimlichsburg was invited, he's a friend of mine, play nice.

Ambassador Stanton walks over to the President.

"Greetings Mr. President" he started with a bow and his wife a curtsy. "Thank you for inviting us. I hope that we can come to a wonderful friendship between our two peoples. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ambassador Michael Stanton from Waltz City and this is my Wife Jessica Stanton."

The President bows at them both, again he was never a formal man. He then yawns a bit.

"Well Michael, Jessica, peace is always our greatest pursuit. And I hope that a relationship between our countries prosper. Tell me, do you have children? Oh I'm so rude, my name is Sergei Ilyanov."

The Duke takes the president's hand, a gesture of peace in teutoniesque nations such as Heimlichsburg, and walks over to a seat. As he sits down, he sweeps his cape over the side of the chair, and begins to clean off his monocle. "And this invatition vas for vhat reason? My time is precious you realize..."

The rolls his eyes and chuckles, ah the extravagance of royalty was always funny.

"Yes yes, of course." He leads the couple over to the table, still holding in some laughter. "Mr. Heimlichsburg, I was hoping we can open relations, as you know we have already talked with each other... maybe we can have some sort of relationship?"

"It was to help you get drunk and enjoy yourself, my friend!" replied a cheerful voice, that of DPUO's representative, Foreign Minister Wilhelm Schützer. "Drink up! We've three bottles left yet!"

The duke grumbles a bit, replacing his monocle tightly, and squints a bit. Bah, this room had no pit for a quartet of classical musicians. How could one get along without that?! "Vell, first off you can start by calling me Mr. von Heimlichsburg! Sehr is a von in there!"

The President bows at them both, again he was never a formal man. He then yawns a bit.

"Well Michael, Jessica, peace is always our greatest pursuit. And I hope that a relationship between our countries prosper. Tell me, do you have children? Oh I'm so rude, my name is Sergei Ilyanov."

"An honor to meet you President Ilyanov. As a matter of fact, President Ilyanov, we do. Two of them, a boy and a girl. They are currently at their grandmother's place back home. We thought about bringing them but school comes first. We are keen on Education. An educated person will change the world most of the time." Ambassador Stanton replied.

The President's eyes widen, surely this man is not that extravagant.

"Sorry, Mr. von Heimlichsburg." The President takes out a cigarrette and takes a puff. "Might I introduce you to what appears like DPUO's representative? Mr..."

"You dislike the absence of music eh, Mr. von Heimlichsburg!? Come! We shall sing!" grinned Schützer, as an aide muttered to him that it was not perhaps the time for It's the wrong way to tickle Mary or for that matter the national anthem. Schützer conceded reluctantly, also conceding that he'd maybe had just one too many. "Ah, the hell with it," he muttered, launching into a private rendition of Ilkley moor bar t'hat.

The President slaps himself on the forehead. Someone is going to have to get kicked out soon. He calls for his butler.

Butler:"Yes?"
Sergei whispering to the Butler:"Prepare the guards, we might have to kick some out soon."

He looks at the couple. "Yes education is the way of the future. Maybe you might send them here." The President chuckles. "Or not."

The President then looked at the Duke, trying to stifle in some laughter. "We don't have music... but we have video games. Do you like video games Mr. von Heimlichsburg." He asked to see the reaction of the Duke.

The royal covers his ears, his face bearing pain. He lifts up his mouth, bursting into: "Ein Prosit, ein Prosit! Der Gemusikskeit! Vielen Danke fur denn Prosit..."
He shuts himself up after a while. "Of course! I love video games! In the Grand Dutchy of Heimlichsburg, my citizens are required by law to play domestic video games...as we ahem...outlawed importation."

The President smirks and rolls his eyes, taking another puff of his cigarrette.

"I bet you have an entire home theater at the palce Mr. von Heimlichsburg."

He eyes the cigarette. "Prehaps I may have a cigar? Home? Do you mean the imperial palace? Of course I do, as do most everyone in my country. We live in total oppulance...well if your a law abiding, German speaking, Roman Catholic anyways."

Schützer watched with a chuckle that threatened to escape as von Heimlichsburg began to dislike the celebration even more. He looked at the idea of attempting to start a conga line but decided against it, and went back to reading a book he'd requisitioned from the library entitled 1001 injuries you really don't want to have, occasionally emitting a loud laugh.

The President chuckles at the Duke's remark.

"Sorry, no cigar." He takes a last puff of his cigarrette, placing it on the ash tray. "I'm a law abiding Roman Catholic, I don't know about the German speaking part." He chuckles to himeself. "What's wrong with other languages?"

The duke grins, removing a fine, Heimlichsburg produced, government stamped cigar. "Do you mind if I smoke my own then? A Roman Catholic...in a socialist nation? And there is nothing wrong with other languages...by the time you are in second grade in Heimlichsburg you know Latin as well."

The President slaps himself on the forehead. Someone is going to have to get kicked out soon. He calls for his butler.

Butler:"Yes?"
Sergei whispering to the Butler:"Prepare the guards, we might have to kick some out soon."

He looks at the couple. "Yes education is the way of the future. Maybe you might send them here." The President chuckles. "Or not."

The President then looked at the Duke, trying to stifle in some laughter. "We don't have music... but we have video games. Do you like video games Mr. von Heimlichsburg." He asked to see the reaction of the Duke.

"Our education is wonderful" stated Mrs. Stanton. "We devote alot of money to educate our kids in the world of Economics, Politics, History, dancing ofcourse, a whole host of subjects are taught. We pride ourselves on the education of our children."

The President let out a sly grin, as soon as he saw a cigar.

"Government made? You're sounding to sound more communist then right wing... and yes I am a Roman Catholic. Last time I heard there's nothing against following the divine faith. Eh, but my Latin is rusty, actually, I know no Latin." He looks at Schutzer laugh. "Friend, join our conversation, don't be shy... just don't get too drunk eh?"

He then looks at the couple.

"Hm, I know my history the most. Maybe you'd like to see the Rosian History channel? State owned without ANY propaganda. I'm quite proud of that." He chuckles at his own comment.

The duke sighs. "Heimlichsburg is mercantalist. The rich make money off the poor in whatever means seen necessary. The poor are mostly refugees taken in from other countries...eventually at their expense. Indentured servitude."

The President rolls his eyes.

"Eh, no right for me to criticize, you do have the better economy. So are there any more nobles in the land of Heimlichsburg, Mr. von Heimlichsburg?"

Schützen glared at von Heimlichsburg. "We," he growled," have an economy that is the equal of yours; yet we treat our workers with care, dignity, and respect. Why is it that you feel they are unworthy of these things?"

The President looked at Schutzen.

"Calm down comrade, we have no right to criticize another country. It is their way and tradition. Please, relax." He takes out a bottle of 1945 red wine from under the table and pours it on some empty glasses that were there. "Drink up comrades."

The President let out a sly grin, as soon as he saw a cigar.

"Government made? You're sounding to sound more communist then right wing... and yes I am a Roman Catholic. Last time I heard there's nothing against following the divine faith. Eh, but my Latin is rusty, actually, I know no Latin." He looks at Schutzer laugh. "Friend, join our conversation, don't be shy... just don't get too drunk eh?"

He then looks at the couple.

"Hm, I know my history the most. Maybe you'd like to see the Rosian History channel? State owned without ANY propaganda. I'm quite proud of that." He chuckles at his own comment.

"Don't take this the way its going to sound sir, but we believe in a free press. We believe that a state run station violates this. We too have a history channel. It shows what our nation started as all the way to current. We leave nothing out. From our bloody war of independence to our current form of government." Mrs. Stanton said.

Ambassador Stanton sighs. "Though we do have people in our country that want to fix that so its politically correct. That is getting fought tooth and nail I can assure you of that."

The President nods at them.

"Eh, we have free press also, it's just government owned. Anybody can write anything, but it is aired by the government, but edited by non government officials. It is all a very confusing system that I'd rather not get into." The President yawns again. "Did anybody bring techno or some sort of computirized music?"

"i brought some dakaran rap."

Schützen sat back, sighing, draining away the anger as he had been taught to back in his days in the army. "Remember," the Political Officer (who later became a Captain with the elimination of that rank) had said, "if you get angry you make foolhardy decisions. Don't let anger affect you when something important is at hand. In combat, everything is important, so don't let the anger affect you at all." Wise man, thought Schützen. Very wise. He drank the wine in his glass, and, on an impulse, walked toward the balcony, looking out at the ocean, and recalling old times. His wife had been one of those "slaves," and wonderful she had been too. But she kept her illness from me; and now all I can do is mourn her.

The President looks at Schutzen as he walks away, he thought to himself 'Should I bother him? Eh, I shouldn't he needs time alone.' He then looks at the Dakaran representative.

"No, I feel like listening to something without lyrics." He looked back at Schutzen with worry, he must talk to him. "Excuse me guests." He walked over to the DPUO diplomat and starts talking to him.

"Nice view isn't it?"

We have a collection of our favorite dances. Everything from Ballroom dancing to swing dancing. It is quite energetic.

attempting to entertain the remaining guests, Kerin goes out to his car and comes back with a classical guitar. He then strikes up a soft classical spanish melody

Schützen greeted the President with a languid wave of his hand. "Yes, it is. I used to come here on holiday, with my wife...she was my fiancée when we first came. I remember, I used to sit on that beach with her - there was this little cove-type-thing - and we used to just hold each other and listen to the waves. We'd just sit there all night, talking, holding onto each other, watching the sun rise at the dawn." He sighed. "Why is it always the good people who die young?"

The President nods, looking out into the ocean.

"Better to love then to have never loved at all, correct?" He listens to the soft spanish melody, and looks out to the beach, it all fits together according to him.

"No. Better to love, and have that love fulfilled, than to have loved and lost. And better to ahve not loved at all than to ahve loved and lost, too." He smiled wryly. "This isn't my job, is it?"

The President chuckles.

"What should I know, I never knew love. Hm, come let's join the other guests yes?"

"Yeah." Schützer downed the last of his mysteriosuly refilled wine. "Back to the grind."

OOC: Off to bed now (it being 3:41am here) so see you all on the morrow.

The President chuckled.

"I guess so." He walked away to join the other guests. "So, how did you all arrive here?"

OOC: And since he was the only poster might as well bump e.e

"on a plane" the dakaran ambassador said, still strummign away at his guitar

The President chuckles at the ambassdor's remark.

"You have a way with words, and what are you trying to play exactly?"

This is the background music for a dakaran opera about a spainard living in Dakingrad.

The President yawns.

"Eh, I can sing opera, I just don't like it." He chuckles to himself. "So when is your God Emporer coming? Didn't you say he might come?"

he's an 18 year old boy.... who knows?

The President sighs.

"Eh, God does." He chuckles to himself and looks at the Duke's wig, he then whispers to the Dakaran Diplomat. "I can't believe he has the courage to wear that in public." He stifles a few laughs.

The President sighs.

"Eh, God does." He chuckles to himself and looks at the Duke's wig, he then whispers to the Dakaran Diplomat. "I can't believe he has the courage to wear that in public." He stifles a few laughs.

"I know...i keep thinking it's going to attack me "

The President stifles a few laughs.

"I have a pistol on me, I'll shoot it if it does."

"oh good, i feel safer now"

The President chuckles.

"I actually have an entire gun room, would you like to see it?"

"oh yes, of course"

The President stands up and excuses himself.
"Excuse me."

He waves the Dakaran diplomat over, he begins to walk out of the main room and down a hallway, decorated like a middle class hallway. He then takes a left, a right, then another left. He then opens a door, with a sign that says: "Revolutionary Gun Throughout History."

"This is my gun room." He shows the display. The display shows Muskets, rifles, and other weapons that were used in revolutions. "These guns have been used throughout revolutions, I keep it as my own form of personal humor." The President chuckles to himself.

He whistles loudly.

"i'm impressed. The warrior spirit is a tradition all dakarans still follow, so i am deeply moved by this."

The President smirks.

"Yes it is." He takes down the AK-47 from the display. "The original revolutionary weapon." He fires a few shots down the nearby range, hitting the center. "Bullseye."

"guns were not introduced into dakara until after the revolution"

The President rolls his eyes.

"Same here, crazy corporates." He fires another shot towards the target, but missing. "Damn recoil. Anyway, you were saying you might come here for a vacation one day?"

"yes, i really like this island. anythign for the kids to do here?"

The President puts the AK-47 back in its place.

"For kids? Theme parks, beaches, sports and arcades. All government owned of course and free to enter."

"Excellent. and for the Missus and I?"

"and, weren't we going to have a ball for the international?"

The President winks at him.

"You can stay in my Villa, I mean after all, all you need is a bed eh? No but seriously there's fine restraunt and dance clubs scattering the City of Rose."

OOC: The Island's weather is like Florida, and the Capital is like Miami.

Princess Joe Ann stumbles into the gun room (somewhat drunk):

Princess: "Hello, just looking around mind if I join you boys?"

he laughed at the president's remark

"seriously though, you wouldn't mind if we stayed here?"

The President chuckles with the Darkaran diplomat:
"Of course! Any friend of mine can stay in the Villa." He then walks up to the Princess.

"Princess? How did you find the gun room? And are you drunk?!" He thought to himself 'Drunk royalty and an eccentric Duke, wonderful.'

"sure you can join us. how old are you again?"

Princess: "Maybe a little (wink), oh the Minister of blah blah blah, ya know miss formal, Amy Lyn had to leave, uh and i followed you here. Also, you are invited to three important events soon the inaguration of Amy Lyan as President of the Interim Council and Prime Minister, the state funeral for former Prime Minister John Galapagos (first PM) and Supreme Commander George Placard (the Princess's grandpa), and the official coronation of the royal family. So, whats up?"

Smiles :D

OOC: What is your diplomat's name again Dakaran? XD

The President whispers to the Dakaran diplomat. "I think she's drunk."

The President sighs.

"I accept your invitation, and umm how was that wine?"

Princess: "Oh, it was vodka brought it in my purse, and thanks for excepting the other fella can come if he wants, but my grandma might want to marry you."

rolls eyes

Ambassador Kerin whispered back "very likely"

"am i the "other fella""

The President chuckles and remembers their last conversation.

"So who is this Duke Forrest? Is he a man?"

Princess: "My cousin Princess Sarah hooked us up. You see ... I hated the FWS, but my grandma loved them. Well anyways Sarah married their president and Forrest is his son. All of Princess'Sarah's step-sons (ie Forrest) are Dukes. I liked him but it was to arranged, and if we left a palace the camera's flashed I don't liek that flash do you? And yeah your the other fella!"

Princess: "and he was a man, mhmmhmm....."

"so why would your grandma want to marry me?" "if there is some subtle thing here, you're going to have to explain... english is my second language"

The President nods.

"Never trust Facists." He chuckles to himself, ah that was amusing. "Well since they're dead who is your cousin, or you, looking for now?"

Princess: "My grandmother, Empress Joan, thinks she can buy any man she wants excpecilay one I invite to an event. But you look like a man to Mr. Prez."

The president sees the royalty and evades them, not trusting the idle rich as far as he could throw them. He looks for someone interesting to talk to.

The President chuckles at his remark.

"I don't care if their rich or poor, as long as their interesting I'm happy, and if they are rich they can help the people... eh, arn't I a man?" He laughs.

Princess: "Actualy they all live in the Lands of Alex, in a province of backwards white supremeists. and my cousin is pregnat with twin daughters. You know what pisses me off when people asume I'm just another snotty royal, but if i was a traditional citizen, aka commoner (she doesn't like that term), they would talk to me. Oh I'm lookin for a handsome man who is fun to be with and understands me."

(OOC: Already said you were a man.)

Princess: "So, M. PResident want to be my inaguration date? Nothing realy formal just shakes hands with Amy Lyn and Empress Joan. want to know a secret about our country?"

The President nods.

"Trust me, I don't do first judgements... but when that man with the wig entered... I almost called security. But that's another story. A handsome man? Hmm, well good luck with that. And since we're on the subject what do you have in mind for a husband?" He takes out another cigarrette and starts taking a puff.

The President nods.

"Trust me, I don't do first judgements... but when that man with the wig entered... I almost called security. But that's another story. A handsome man? Hmm, well good luck with that. And since we're on the subject what do you have in mind for a husband?" He takes out another cigarrette and starts taking a puff. "A date? Hm, I havn't had one in years, and I do need to go out. Okay, deal."

Princess: "A husband whoa, someone who I like and can piss off granny, Her Royal Pain Empress Joan, when she says something stupid to me. Someone wise and leaderable, I guess I would like a person who could help me when I was Empress (she is 2nd in line) so I wouldn't feel confused. Really just someone who loves me for me not the titles, you know?"

"i think the president here is mroe than capable of pissing an old lady off"

The President bursts out laughing.

"Ah her royal pain eh? I don't know who would like to piss off her royal assness, but who knows." He chuckles and takes another puff of his cigarrette. "Well, maybe God will help you find the right husband."

Princess: "God, another one of my issues, I went through an agnostic phase before becoming United Methodist but am still curious about other religions after all Christianity is only the fifth largest religion so it wouldn't be frowned upon by the people, but my family would flip except Auntie Stacey, you should meet her. Oh the national secret is that Amy Lyn secretly has been running things for a few moths and they're improving. I'm her chief advisor :D ."

The President chuckles.

"Then you'd hate me, I'm a Roman Catholic." He laughs. "Or your family would kill me, who knows." The President sighs. "So you two are running the state secretly? Hmmm, a little dangerous telling me that, a man you've only known for a few hours. But seriously, are you for or against demorcracy?"

Princess: "FOR DEMOCRACY, you see the Minister of State, Amy Lyn Wu, was elected President of the Interim Council on the Socialist Coaliton ticket, but left to form the Socialist-Democratic Party, which has recently became the majority party in Parliament. But instead of becoming Prime Minister she decided to wait until she became Presdent to, and I help her keep the Empress's rgth wing plans under control. so its just unconventiional democracy and isn't a secret in our nation just isn't known internationly. Yeah, don't know why I told you that I just feel like I can trust you its wierd."

"hmm, socialist you say?"

The President rolls his eyes.

"Hm, good to know that. So, like I said I accepted your invitation to the coronation. Hey that rhymed! Anyway, if I were to step into your nation, would I get shot on site?"

Princess: "Yes, why?"

(OOC: to Dakara)

Princess: "No, why would you think that, we have Catholics. Explain why you said that?"

"Us communist aren;t generally welcomed with open arms in a lot of countries."

"No no, I'm not worried that I might get shot because I'm a Catholic, I'm worried because I'm a liberal, and your government sounds very right wing..."

"Ain't that the truth." (to dakara)

Princess: "My grandma is but Parliament is Socialist-Democratic, we're coming out of a right-wing dictarorship led by my grandparents as miltiary leaders, befor emy grandma's royal days. I'm a Socialist, we did recently allow some capitilist bussiness policy, but just enough to try and revive teh economy. No one gets shot due to political preference."

Princess: "Ohhh, and if you have a guest bedroom do you mind me staying here my hotel is filled with reporters!"

The President looks at the Kanabian diplomat.

"And how did you find the gun room? And where did you come from? And what is your name?" He walks up to the Kanabian diplomat and extends his hand. "Welcome to the Island of Rose."

He looked over at the Princess as she asked the question.

"Oh sure, stay. Just try to keep it secret eh? I don't like having the press after me like a dog."

OOC: Sorry I have been gone all day...I have had a couple of situations I had to deal with in RL.

IC:
Jorge stood there, in a more or less casual suit, and had higher back long black hair. Although not much more then 5'9", he had a pretty good build and like all Aztecs, was of a medium complextion. His eyes were black.

Jorge snapped out of his trance like state and began to listen to the conversation. This peaqued his interest and began to talk "The Aztec people, before the ANL existed, was under an authoritarian dictatorship and the people were virtually slaves...It wasn't till the revolution and the subsequential foundation of the Aztec National League's government, originally and socialist confederacy, did we have any freedom. Ever since the ANL dumped teh confederate government and became a Union, we have endevoured into leftism and democracy. It is good to see some many other socialist democracies. It's kind of funny, I know religion isn't synominous with communism, but, our people are devoutly religious. The two dominat religions are catholism and meso-American religions. Our Premier is a devout Catholic, but, he is of the belief "Seperation of Chruch and state."

The President turns to Jorge.

"Jorge! Where did you come from?! How did you find my gun room? Geez, this is insane, how many people know about this by now?" He laughs but, calms down. "Tell me, what do you think of our Island?"

Princess: "You know, I just noticed I'm the only woman here!"

The President chuckled at her remark.

"I don't know if you should be honored or scared."

"Honestly," Jorge replied, "it's very charming and beautiful. Your Villia, although not the most luxourious, is charming and nice neverthenless. Also, your people seem to be very welcoming and laid back. The ANL and your island are not all that different..."

Jorge's phone began to ring...

He answered it, and the ill Dr. Wellington began to speak.

"So, Jorge, how is everything-cough-"
"Everything is doing well, Minister, what's going on?"
"I just wanted to let you know the Conflict Diamond thing is pretty much cleared up. It seems the ANL government was not behind it after all. The AIA found smugglers were meeting up with frieghters midway through the voyage and putting the illegal good on then."
Jorge smiled and said "That's great news, that certainly lifts things up."
Dr. Wellington laughed and then coughed and said "Give me a report soon and keep up the good work."

He hung up and Jorge went back to what he was saying. "Sorry about that, just got some good news about the scandal, the ANL will probably be cleared of any wrongdoing. So anywas, the Island of Rose is a great place. It's a good start in my career in the diplomatic field."

Princess: "Honored and scared. This island is fun way different than our Pacific islands. I'll not tell anyone I stayed here don't worry and what formalitites does it take to join the International?"

The President nodded at Jorge's comment.

"I knew they were innocent somehow... glad to know that you like the Island. I hope you come again as a vacation. All friend are welcome to live in my Villa. And since we're on the subject, this was much more extravagant. Think the Vercailles Palace in France, these walls were made of gold. But after the revolution... eh, now you know." He then looks at the Princess. "Well, all you need to be is socialist and communist and willing to help other socialist and communists in times of need."

Princess: "Easy, enough but our nation will require Parliament to vote on it how about we make that "Prime Minister Wu's" first action you can even give Parliament a little blurb. Well any way I'm off to bed I'll ask the butler to my room."

"Eh, that was easy. And since Parliament is mostly socialist they should vote correct? Anyway, when is that coranation ceremony? I need to prepare you know..."

A phone begins to ring at the villa
I am calling on behalf of the DuFour family and we will not be able to make it with the death of Daniel(Premier DuFour of CL) as soon as we scheduled. My 19 year old son Rickie will come in our place. We also would like to ask if Rickie may bring his fiance' along?

The President's cell phone rings, after all they had the same phone number.

President on the phone:"... of course my friend, he and his fiancee may come, I am sorry that I cannot attend the funeral myself, he is a good man. I'm sure my Minister of Forgien Affairs should be at the Plantation now. May DuFour rest in peace." He puts his cell phone away.

The President yawns.

"This gun room is much too small, I'll be in the main room mingling with some other guests. It'd be great if you join me."

OOC: I must go, buh bye.

The President yawns.

"This gun room is much too small, I'll be in the main room mingling with some other guests. It'd be great if you join me."

OOC: I must go, buh bye.

Ambassador and Mrs. Stanton started to dance to some of the local music, pausing occassionaly to drink their wine. When the Ambassador spotted the President, he walked over to him with his wife.

"So Mr. President. Decided to come join us again. We do have much to discuss, don't you think? We would like to open up some trade talks and maybe some corporate contracts if we can pull that off. We want to be accepted into the world Community for whom we are."

"Royal families, fascists, opressive governments, and then the good old communists." John murmered to himself.

"And Collectivists." Muhammed said, smiling.

"Ah yes, I had almost forgot you were with the Collectivist party."

"When exactly is it we are going to get onto the more important matters?" Muhammed spoke aloud.

Schützen sat, watching the tableau of people. So happy. Lucky bastards. He drank some more lemonade, working the alcohol out of his bloodstream.

The President walks up to some random guest...
(And guest welcome @.@)

OoC: Any socialist or capatilist is welcome to put propanganda bumps @.@ bump

Before leaving the gun room, he looked around at the speciements. It was very interesting. Many of these guns were old, some new. It has been a long time since he had seen a gun outside of what the military and police use-guns were banned in the ANL since the creation of the government. It doesn't really matter, the ANL has one of the lowest crime rates. Murders rate is about 66 people a year, out of over 1 billion. He walked out of the gun room and looked around at the other delegates, most seemed ok and having a good time, but, some seemed rather somber and not too happy. 'Hmmm', Jorde thought to himself. He then walked and started to look around the Villia, noticing some of the finer archetetual designs of the Villa.

The President walked over the Jorge, noticing his somber look, he tried to start up a conversation.

"Something wrong friend?"

OOC: DAMN FORUMS!

Ambassador Stanton's Cell rang at that instant. After talking on the phone for a brief amount of time, he smiled.

"What is it hunny?" his wife asked.

He looked at his wife and smiled. "Sweetie, the election results are in and Katherine Rice will be the new president of our fair country. He coughed a couple of times and in a loud voice said:

"People can I have your attention for a moment. I just been notified by the State Department that Formal Dances election has been Called. They have announced that Katherine Rice will be the new President of my nation. I have also been told that you are all invited to attend her inaugeration." He held up his glass "To the new President of Formal Dances." With that, he drank his wine.

The President hears of the couple's good news and walks towards them.

"Glad to hear the election are over, may your nation prosper. Now, do you want to open any diplomatic relations with the Island of Rose?"

The President hears of the couple's good news and walks towards them.

"Glad to hear the election are over, may your nation prosper. Now, do you want to open any diplomatic relations with the Island of Rose?"

"Yes we do Mr. President. Would you like to open any relations with Formal Dances?" Ambassador Stanton replied.

The President nodded.

"Well an embassy exchange would be wonderful, and a trade agreement would be good also. I don't know if I can come to the inaugaration ceremony. I can send a diplomat, but that's it."

The President nodded.

"Well an embassy exchange would be wonderful, and a trade agreement would be good also. I don't know if I can come to the inaugaration ceremony. I can send a diplomat, but that's it."

"That'll be fine Mr. President. An exchange would be wonderful. As for a trade agreement, I'm sure we can work something out. As for the inaugeration, an ambassador would be perfect. We don't know how many heads of state are coming but we will do all we can to accomadate everyone. Just make sure that your diplomat has alot of formals. Just about everyone wears formals, even to school and to some of our jobs."

The President chuckles.

"We're quite the oppisite here. We're more casual and laid back, hm, it fits us well. Now, what is your nation in need of? We do need to figure out what we're going to trade..."

OOC: Bump. Anybody know patrotic socialist songs @.@ I need to entertain myself.

The President chuckles.

"We're quite the oppisite here. We're more casual and laid back, hm, it fits us well. Now, what is your nation in need of? We do need to figure out what we're going to trade..."

"We could use just about anything Mr. President. Our resources are limited right now but we're hoping to have more as we progress. What do you have for us to trade with?"

The President thinks for a moment.

"Well... we can trade food items. Croquettes, ham, rice. Very delicious. Or we could trade products such as movies, cartoons, television, cars, etc. Of course, without tariffs on both sides correct?"

OOC: Bumperline

The President thinks for a moment.

"Well... we can trade food items. Croquettes, ham, rice. Very delicious. Or we could trade products such as movies, cartoons, television, cars, etc. Of course, without tariffs on both sides correct?"

"We can do both Mr. President. And yes, all without tariffs. They are a pain in the ass to deal with. This way, it'll make things cheaper for our citizens to buy, don't you think?" Ambassador Stanton replied with a smirk.

OOC: Bumperline

"Excellent excellent. They are a pain the ass. But I need a more specific thing of what you want to trade, I can't go by vaugeness you know."

The President receives a phone call from the Vice Minister of Forgein Affairs. He takes out his cell phone.

President on the Cell:"... yes? Ah so you did send a diplomat who? Alexander?! You want to go to war?! Agh! Okay, but if he messes up it's your head! Yes you should be scared, that man almost made us go to war one time. Hmmm, good bye." click

He puts his cell phone away.

"Sorry for my rudeness, you were saying?"

"Excellent excellent. They are a pain the ass. But I need a more specific thing of what you want to trade, I can't go by vaugeness you know."

The President receives a phone call from the Vice Minister of Forgein Affairs. He takes out his cell phone.

President on the Cell:"... yes? Ah so you did send a diplomat who? Alexander?! You want to go to war?! Agh! Okay, but if he messes up it's your head! Yes you should be scared, that man almost made us go to war one time. Hmmm, good bye." click

He puts his cell phone away.

"Sorry for my rudeness, you were saying?"

WE'll be able to trade, movies, tv series, and food stuffs.Oh and music. We have a wide collection slow dances and semi slow dances. Fast pace too if you prefer.

Now who is this Alexander character that you mentioned?

Schützen woke up feeling much better than he had the previous night, and began to browse around the available foodstuffs, pausing from time to time to eat a piece of ham or a (still warm) croquette he ambled around the table, whistling the Light Cavalry Overture.

Kerin woke up on teh couch that he was sitting on the nioght before. he hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep. he looked around seeing if anyoen else was awake.

The President explains to the couple.

"Alexander? Let's just say that he is a very colorful man and that anything he does, does not represent the Island of Rose."

He then walks over to Schutzen.

"Enjoying the food?"

OOC: The food of the Island of Rose is like cuban food so eh.

The President looks at Kerin chuckling.

"Kerin! I told you, you could stay but not on my sofa." He starts laughing.

OOC: Again with the bumping. Sigh.

"Cuban Croquettes? Nice. Still, they taste alright."
"Mmmhmm."
"Hey, let's liven this place a little." Schützen walked to the sounds system and played with the radio 'til he found what he wanted. The Blue Danube began to fill the room.

The President listened as the Blue Danube started to play, he sat himself down at a nearby table and watched the main floor, for any couples dancing.

Bump it up yo.

Bump it up, feel free to put pro socialist propaganda XS

OOC: Heh

IC: Schützer had finally tired of the waltzes - he was no mean dancer, but even this was too much, especially at this hour. He called to the Socialist and Communist diplomats in the room: "Come! We shall sing! Jerusalem!" And so it began to ring out, first Schützer alone, with only those members of the orchestra who were awake and present, and then gradually it swelled as more people joined in:

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark, satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land!

OOC: Woo! I just touch-typed that!

The President slapped himself in the forehead, he obviously had too much to drink...

OOC: OH bugger, I just realised I changed my character here's name from Schützer to Schützen half-way through. It's the first one people. Sorry! :oops:

What happened to Heimlichsburg?

OOC: Oh he's coming... I will make of it O.O gotta admit his character is funny.

Very :D hence the question. Is he new to RPing?

OOC: In this game yes, not in Furcadia though.

OOC: In what now?

IC: Schützer looked at the look of anguish on the President's face and swiftly wound up the singing, going back to browsing the remaining foods after organising more waltzes.

The President calls Schutzer over.

"Over here, I want to talk to you."

OOC: He doesn't RP in NationStates.