NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: A bit about this RP... it's an open RP that is pretty much free-lancing. Start RPing, rather it's gambling with your bud's, pickin' a fight with the guy who stole your coins, or what ever. One thing: All hoists fail in the end, rather it's bein caught attemping to start a hoist, or getting caught by police leaving the scene. Also, all bombing or whatever will be ignored, though you can try to murder someone in the casino, that's upto you and the person you're tryin to kill.

You get the picture... not much structure, just go have some fun... :-) )

IC:

Welcome to the Mediterranean Resort and Casino! Mediterranean Resort and Casino is the worlds largest casino, and a high-rollers paradise!

With over 1400 tables, 40,000 machines, and 2000 other games, this is easily the place to go. Yours odds for winning are high hear, 1-160 in this casino.

But, maybe you're here for relaxation, not so much gaming. There is a reason we are called Mediterranean Resort and Casino. Every room is a suite, and has a view of the Mediterranean sea. 140 rooms total.

Come and play at Mediterranean Resort and Casino.

Located South-East of ViZion City, ViZion

OOC: Maybe I'll fly Sergei over, he IS on a world tour

Answer me this, are there massages by naked women there? If so, I'm comin :D

lol, well, depends on how the RP goes... this RP is completely made up as it goes...

OOC: It'd be funny if somebody tried to flirt with Sergei, he's not a ladie's man, he's not even looking for a girl >.>

OOC: lol, well, we'll see what happens... this is a do-anything, go-anywhere kinda RP... anything could happen...

OOC: lol, well, we'll see what happens... this is a do-anything, go-anywhere kinda RP... anything could happen...

OOC: Well, as soon as I leave Generia, off to your Casino! Do you have runway for a fighter jet?

You are arriving via a fighter? Well, we've got a smaller airport you can land at outside of ViZion City... we don't allow military aircraft to go through ViZion City International, our largest airport.

Of course he's going via fighter, Sergei's not a sissy, I know him, he kicks my ass in dueling too much. Anyway, yes he's going via fighter jet. It's an RF-1 and all his supplies are stored inside the shell of a 1,000lb bomb. He loves to fly... and if he's killed there, shit will happen...
General Alexander Roska

Well, he may land at Cocoma Regional Airport and Seaport. It is three miles inland from where the casino is.

Give him your best room too...
-General Alexander Roska

All rooms at the resort are equal.

All rooms at the resort are equal.
OOC: That's so socialist ^ lol, anyway I'm gonna type my entrance thread.

Sergei walked towards his RF-1, he was escorted to the airport.He made sure everything was packed inside the empty bomb, he then entered and made a systems check, everything was a-ok. Thrust on, flaps down, off he went. A few thousand feet in the air later, he went Mach 2.

As soon as he was with the clouds, he slowed back down to crusing speed, he then saw the advertisement on his T.V.

Welcome to the Mediterranean Resort and Casino! Mediterranean Resort and Casino is the worlds largest casino, and a high-rollers paradise!

With over 1400 tables, 40,000 machines, and 2000 other games, this is easily the place to go. Yours odds for winning are high hear, 1-160 in this casino.

But, maybe you're here for relaxation, not so much gaming. There is a reason we are called Mediterranean Resort and Casino. Every room is a suite, and has a view of the Mediterranean sea. 140 rooms total.

Come and play at Mediterranean Resort and Casino.

Located South-East of ViZion City, ViZion

It looked good Sergei thought, but it could be dangerous. He checked his jacket to make sure he had his Colt with him, he did. All his luggage was secure. Back to Mach 2 he went, not realizing a reservation was already made.

OOC: You can RP him coming near ViZion airspace. By the way, an RF-1 is an F-18 but renamed.

Silmesse Isandorne was enjoying the flight. The air conditioning placed above her head caused a small tempest in her hair. Not that anything was wrong with this, apart from the general annoyance of the passengers behind her. She had came to see the sights of Vizion. Or to be more to the point the Mediterranean Resort and Casino. The stewardesses were walking past, handing out plates of unregognisable mush. It looked like potato, but it had the air of refined genetically-modified cabbage. She would eat no such thing. She took out a small cooler box in her hand luggage and started eating hastily made tuna sandwiches.

"Can we have your attention please? This plane will be landing in 10 minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts"

Johnny 'Amsterdam' Winnslow stepped out of the airport into the warm, sunny Meditteranean day. He inhaled deeply, and grinned. He put a pair of sunglasses on, and walked towards the nearest taxi. After all the vice work in Miami, it would be damn good to take a break, maybe do some gambling, get a hooker, or two, or three.

Sergei guided his RF-1 towards the International Airport, he didn't he wasn't allowed to land, but eh he flew on anyway. He then spotted the larger jet going into a landing position, he wanted to play around, but it'd get him killed somehow. So he just requested to land.

"This is President Sergei Ilyanov of the Island of Rose, I request permission to land please."

He droned on by, waiting for a response.

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President Sergei Ilyanov, permission is granted.

The RF-1 started on landing approach. It dropped it's gear, it's flaps up, it's speed getting lower. A few minutes later, after the momentum gained from touching the ground at speed, the aircraft stopped. The cockpit opened, emerged a man with a helmet on, which he put on the plane. He looked 5'9, in his 40s, his hair was combed back, but since he had too much hair it appeared a bit like spikes, but mass spikes not individual. He started looking around.

"Hello? Anybody? Help?"

Cocoma Regional Airport and Seaport was nearly abandoned, and very run-down looking. Luckily, it was broad daylight.

There were a couple people here, a couple people there, and some people jumping onto a small propeller plane.

Suddenly, a man in his mid-30's came out of seemingly nowhere. Looking at Sergei Ilyanov, he said "Welcome to Cocoma. Who are ya?"

(OOC: we'll have an agent and our VP meet you in a few minutes... they're stuck in traffic... lol)

Sergei chuckles.

"I am who I am, no seriously my name is..." He looked around for a minute. "[i]Look, I'm Sergei Ilyanov, President of the Island of Rose. Do me a favor, keep that secret. I just came here for fun, and maybe diplomatic deals...[i]" He whispered to him so.

"Riiiight..." says the crew worker. "Well, I am Tom Maine, at your service... you need some help there?" he asks, while thinking, 'President... ha... he must think I'm stupid or something...' "What President would come through this hell pit of an airport with all the crime this place gets." he mumbles, not realizing that came out of his mouth, though in a whispering mumble.

"So, you said you're here for fun?" he asks?

OOC: Heh, oh I forgot to say what I was wearing, brown leather jacket, blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt

Sergei rolls his eyes, he wanted to keep his identity secret but he liked making people seem like assholes, but this time he restrained himself.

"Yes I'm here for fun, and I'd like to talk to a diplomatic official, but don't say that out loud hm?"

"Whatever you say, boss." he says, trying to hold back from cracking up. "Umm, did you need some help?" (OOC: I g2g now... when I get back, someone will be there to take ya to casino)

OOC: Damn Blue Collar Workers, I hope he gets fired :p

Sergei pointed to the 1,000lb bomb underneath the plane.

"There's a button there, press it, it'll drop my supplies."

OOC: lol
IC:
"Why do I NOT trust that button? Are you tryin to kill me?" he says, slowly backing again, then grabbing his walkie talkie, "Ummm... Ted... this guy... he wants me to drop a bomb from his fighter... help!"

(OOC: ok, g2g, see ya in a little over an hr)

Sergei growls, walking up to the bomb. He presses the button, the bomb then splits in two, still attached to the aircraft. Random suitcases fall out, he then looks at the worker.

"I want to speak to your manager!" He takes out his wallet from his back pocket, then taking out his Driver's Liscense which showed his picture, and underneath said 'Occupation: President'. "I am the President damn it! I hope you get fired, now you will take my supplies to the f***ing hotel and you will like it!!!!"

He then puts his wallet inside his back pocket, getting into a martial arts stance.

"Or I will make sure you don't have any teeth left! NINJA!"

Just then, VP Aaron Maroon and cabnet member John Nash walk out from the rusty old terminal. "Ahh, hello President Sergei Ilyanov! How are you doing? Sorry we're late, traffic is terrible around here."

Tom Maine whips around, jaw dropped. "I... I..." He looks at President Sergei Ilyanov, running over to him, "I'm sorry, I thought you were one of those creeps who comes through this airport!" he says quickly, grabbing the bags. "And... Aaron Maroon! You're the greatest!" He looks back at President Sergei Ilyanov, "Where do you want this stuff?"

Sergei chuckles bowing towards the cabinet members.

"Let's walk then, I really don't like driving, unless it's too far." He then looks over at the worker. "No hard feeling eh? Just take em..."

His cell phone began to ring.

Sergei: Hello?

Alexander: You in ViZion yet?

Sergei: How did I know I was going there?

Alexander: A hunch, that's why I reserved a room for you.

Sergei: I suppose I owe you now right?

Alexander: No not really, have fun!

Sergei put away his cell phone and looked at the Vice President.

"Let's talk shall we?"

"Well, unless you like walking about four miles... after all, you're staying at 'The Med' right?
"We do have a vehicle ready for you." says Mr. Maroon.

Sergei looks at his watch.

"I really don't know where I'm staying, I just know I have a room at some hotel." He looks over at his stuff. "My things'll be okay right?"

"Oh, I was under the impression you were staying at the Mediterranean Resort and Casino... that's what I was told. Guess we better find out where your staying.
"As for your stuff, I'll have it put in our truck. That way, it will be safe. This airport is due to be demolished in two weeks, as this is the only airport that has much of any crime. And, as you can see, it's not in very good of shape."

Sergei looks around a bit.

"I'm not dead so I can't complain..."

"haha, yes, true, very true. But, this will be demolished in two weeks, then a new airport will be built. A regional one, of course.
"But, here, lets head into town. I'd suggest we take the car, as ViZion City is quite a large city. We can get you set up. And, I understand you're here to talk to President Maybury about business, along with just relaxing and enjoying your self?"

Sergei nods.

"Yes part of my world tour thing. This attracted me. Plus, it's better then that communist riot I was stuck in... I almost stopped it too. Let's get going then hm?"

"Ahh, yes, it is a bit safer here than many other countries. And, I got to say, it is quite vibrant here, too. Lots to do every day, many places to see. This is an extraordinary country, if I say so my self." Mr. Maroon says, leading the three men to their ride.

Sergei smirks and then chuckles.

"Everybody says that about their home nation, let me see that for myself. Let's head to the Resort first, maybe he requested there..."

I bit red in the cheeks, he says, "Ahh, yes, I know. Everyone is bias towards their home country. But, I hope you will be able to explore our country and agree with how we feel."

Mr. Nash, the cabnet member, opens the door, "Take a seat," he says, pointing into the black Caddilac STS, with chrome highlights. (http://www.caranddriver.com/assets/image/6242004163653.jpg of course, it would have tinted windows, more chrome, etc...)

He starts walking towards the car, then taking a seat inside in the back.

"Fancy..."

"Yes, we had it custom built, for obvious reasons. Even the engine... they made a completely new one for this car." he said.

Sergei looks over at his watch.

"So let's get going man!"

Just then, a man from the vehicle in front of them called Mr. Maroon out of the car.

After a moment, Mr. Maroon got back into the car.

"President Sergei, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. We feel you should head back home, out of the country. You could be in danger. Our military has just gone on alert, and we are preparing for a mass mobilization. We may be entering a massive war rather quickly. We do not want to put your life in danger."

"We will provide fighter cover to our border for you. We are preparing for a massive war."

(more info on that: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=6761312#post6761312)

"Although we do not feel that the casino will be at any risk."

Sergei's eye starts to twitch. His mind only had one thought. (Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep) Of course it's censored for the younguns. He looked over at Mr. Maroon, sporting a sadistic smile, trying not seem mad.

"Oh... I have to leave now? Right after everything that happened?"

"Well, you do not need to leave, it is up to you. We do feel the casino will be safe." (OOC: I just decided that the casino will not be harmed by the war RP ;) )

Sergei sighed a deep sigh of relief, smiling.

"Onwards then! To my bankruptcy!" He said so sarcastically.

"Ahh yes, let's go!" he said, as the three-car parade began to roll towards 'The Med'.

Sergei looks over at Mr. Maroon.

"So, any questions you have about us?"

"Well, as a matter a fact, yes. Could you tell me about your people, and your nations beliefs in how things should be run?"

Sergei chuckles.

"Well, let's see... most of the Rosians are Roman Catholics, ironically, 45% of the Catholics are nudists, nothing wrong with the naked body but it's what you do with it that counts. As you may know by now, we are socialist, but we allow small private businesses, as long as they don't franchise. And when it comes to the people, they are compassionate, intelligent, rednecks. As in, they'll help you, but if you piss them off, they'll shoot you."

He chuckles again.

"No seriously... stranger even, if a President refuses to live in the Villa, they're shot, some genetic thing..."

From the sole terminal of the Monkey Island Regional Airport - Dominion of Pyracy, James Rackham, Minister of Public Relations picks up the phone.

He dials the Island of Rose, and asks to leave a message with the Office of the President.

"I hate voicemail" he thought as he was transferred. Finally the machine picked up.

"Ahoy from the Dominion of Pyracy! We'd just like to let you know that we're all squared away here for the President's visit, and that he's got clearance to land on Saber Island at our archipelago's branch of the Monkey Island Regional Airport. From there we'll take him by ship to Tortuga, our capital. The ship will be for his use as long as he remains with us. Security has been ramped up for the visit, and we expect absolutely no problems. We are confident he will have a pleasant stay, and we are most excited about our country's first diplomatic visit. Contact me if you have any problems, questions, or any requests at all. Sergei also has a meeting with the Pirate King scheduled."

Wiping his hands on the red sash that poked out from beneath his frock coat, James took a deep breath. This visit would set the world's first impression of the Dominion, and he wanted everything to be perfect. Or at least satisfactory...

OOC: I said I'd do it in a seperate thread, patience grasshoppa ;)

[FAX: 56262]REPLY-Invitation:

The President will come very soon, if you want to reach him, I think he's in ViZion, that or flying somewhere, anyway, he'll arrive soon.
General Alexander Roska

The three cars pull up to the entrance of 'The Med'.
"Well, here we are."

The entrance was grand, made purely out of gold, granite, and marble. Four men, dressed in white-on-white tuxes opened the four dours of the STS.

A man walks up, "Do you have a room reserved?"

Sergei looks around, thinking to himself one thing. Fancy He then looks at the man in front of him.

"You tell me, my name is Sergei Ilyanov."

He pulls out his nifty little palm pilot to look up the name.

"Why, yes, you do. President Sergei Ilyanov, party of one?"

Sergei looks at the man's palm pilot.

"Yes I suppose, party of one... where's my stuff?"


OOC: Your VP doesn't looked shocked by our culture, oh and. PEOPLE JOIN THIS RP!

OOC: g2g for 30

OOC: back
IC:
"Your stuff is in the truck behind us. They'll get it." he says, refering to the staff at The Med.

Almost like they heard him, they were at the truck, gathering your stuff.

They were? Wow. Sergei looked around for a bit, he's already used to grand things, ironically, he's visited Monarchies more then Democracies. He then looks at Mr. Maroon.

"So, let's get gambling hm?"

OOC: Can't wait to meet some citizens, wonder when people are coming though...

"Well, I personally do not gamble," says Mr. Maroon, "But I..." he was quickly cut off by John Nash, "Let's go 'a gamblin'!" John Nash says, excitely. He was very much into gambling.

Mr. Maroon rolls his eyes at Nash, "Could I buy you a drink?" he asks.

Sergei shakes his head. "No thank you."

He then looks at Nash's unnatural excitement, Sergei liked casual people, and he thought he'd like him. "Lead the way."

"This is a dream come true for many people, you know? Gambling, lots of it, along with a resort in paradise. And lots of people to mingle with." said Nash, looking for a table or machine to play. "You like the machines?" he asks?

Sergei looks around a bit.

"I prefer blackjack, sometimes the machines. I'm a casual gambler."

"Blackjack it is!" he says, leading everyone to the BJ table. (OOC: ok, I'm not gonna RP my part of the gambling, don't feel like it w/ having other RP's I'm doin atm too. We need ppl in here to RP this... you got any friends or allies who could join us?)

"Blackjack it is!" he says, leading everyone to the BJ table. (OOC: ok, I'm not gonna RP my part of the gambling, don't feel like it w/ having other RP's I'm doin atm too. We need ppl in here to RP this... you got any friends or allies who could join us?)

OOC: I'll try >.>

Sergei takes a seat at the blackjack table.

"Hit me!"

OOC: I've posted in every forum I know >.>

OOC: Alright... hopefully later on tonight we can get more ppl

iBump

Time to bump

Sergei takes a seat at the blackjack table.

"Hit me!"

OOC: I've posted in every forum I know >.>
*hit*

OOC: Wow you're motivated =P

Sergei finds he has a 10 and 5 card.

"Hit me again..."

OOC: lol
IC:
*hits again*
"So, where are you from?" asks the dealer.

Sergei chuckles as he heard the question. Now he had a 10, 5, 3. As you can see I'm not being the uber gambler.

"I'm from the Island of Rose, ever heard of it? Hit me again by the way..."

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"Ahh, yes, I have heard of it," he says with a grin. He moves over to the cabnet member, and whispers, "Where is that?"

Mr. Maroon walks up, "So, who's winning, you or house?"

Sergei looks at his cards, (assuming I got a new hit) he now had a 10, 5, 3 and 4.

"Agh! I lost! By one!" He takes out 10 Roses from his pocket. "Hit me again."

OOC: oh man, no bombings!!! I wanted to send Ted Kaczinsky (the unabomber)

OOC: I'll be back tonight... IDF, lol, I was refering mainly to terrorism, since we have a terrorist tryin to get into our country atm...

IDF secret agent McBain arrives, he is on vacation and looks to play cards with someone (anyone want to simulate Poker, Texas Holdum, Bullshit, or Blackjack)

http://www-atdp.berkeley.edu/1623/students/simon/mcbain.jpg
(don't worry he isn't coming with a gun, but this is the best pic I could find)

McBain gets out of his cab from the airport.

in strong Austrian accent: "Thank you cabbie, how much vill vat be? I vont' teep you much as I come from Caleeeforneeea and am soooooo tired, here have a dollar"

He checks into a 5th floor verandah suite with a view of the beach. He checks the satelite TV to see is his favorite baseball team is on the Satelite, which has NFL Sunday Ticket, NCAA game plans, and MLB PLUS.

He turned on to his White Sox. Luckily Mlb TV was using the Sox home feed for the broadcast so he caught the game from the 5th inning on. He saw the Sox battle back against the Boston Red Sox who were leading 6-3 at the Cell. "THose damn Carmines" he muttered to himself.

Luckily in the bottom of the 8th Frank and Maggs led a Sox rally and put them ahead 7-6 for Japanese pitcher Shingo Takatsu to pick up another save and show the league his unhittable frisbee. After the game he went to sleep to rest up. The next day would be spend in the casinoes or on the beach.

OOC: Sure he can play blackjack with me =P, and by the way, I am armed ya know, Colt .45 in the jacket, bad security you have...

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iBump

bump, I'll import a nice arabian brat later.

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