NationStates Jolt Archive

Sergei was sitting at his desk, he was playing HALO really. The 1st Mission, in Legendary mode. He already died 3 times. What about his work? He finished it a few hours ago. It was uneventful in Rose, usually the Ministers handled his work. But being President was still hard, and harder when an old friend comes into play.

The desk's speaker light lit up. "Mr. Ilyanov, there is a woman requesting to see you."

Sergei died... again. He fragged himself. He groaned, walking up to his desk and sitting on the chair. He pressed a button to respond to the call.

"Let her in."

Sergei put his elbows on his desk, behind him stood large window. He waited for a few minutes until she arrived. She. The source of Sergei's pain.

Sergei stood up.

"You!" He pointed his finger at the woman. "What are you doing here?!"

The woman chuckled.

"We meet again Sergei."

Sergei growled.

"Damn you Diane... Diane Radir to be specific. What are you doing here?"

Diane chuckled once more. She sat on top of the desk, letting her leg stretch across it. She was 52 also, but she looked young, as do all women of the age. Sergei looked young, but his hair wouldn't want to hide his age as a white streak goes across the right side of his hair.

"Well Sergei, I thought you'd be happy to see me."

Sergei growled.

"Happy to see the woman that almost killed me?"

Diane chuckled as she looked at Sergei.

"Just because I hired hitmen to kill you during the election does not mean I'm a bad woman, but I can be bad in bed..."

Sergei slapped himself in the head.

"What do you want?"

Diane got off his desk, shaking her head chuckling. She was dressed in a business suit, he in his normal clothes, leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, jeans, and cowboy boots. And his trust Colt .45 under the jacket.

"I thought we could walk along Embassy Row."

Sergei sighed.

"Would it get you away from me?"

Diane chuckled and winked at him.

"Maybe..."

And so they exited the Villa and started walking around Embassy Row...

((OOC: This is basically a comedic romance RP. Not open yet. Next post will be coming. But after that post. You can RP as Ambassadors, civilians. Because seriously, RPing with myself is like Masturbation... and yes, I ignore my last RP... and ANL this is two weeks after Mexico))

Diane and Sergei were walking by Embassy Row. Embassy Row was large, embassies on two sides, dominated by the massive Villa. The flags of their respective nations waved on the flagpoles. Guards from many nations stood there. Diane chuckled.

"Well Sergei, Automagfreek as an ally? Who knew?"

Sergei nodded.

"Well Mrs. Radir, I joined NATO, Victoria, The First Communist International and I am now Preconsul of The New Roman Empire."

Diane frowned. "My husband left me... for another man." Diane shook her head. "What? Oh um... very nice Sergei. And I thought you were a bad choice. At least you legalized some businesses."

Sergei looked over at Diane.

"Mikhail left you? I always knew he was gay, that's why he wore pink so much. Anyway, yes, I hope that satisfied you, former organizer of the Corporate Party"

Diane shrugged.

"Eh, just because I wanted to kill you."

Sergei chuckled.

"So, why are you here? Where have you been all these years?"

Diane chuckled.

"Touring the Empire. And your Protectorates. Very nice Sergei. I find Heimlichsburg most amusing though..."

Sergei looked at Diane.

"Big wigs?"

Diane nodded.

"Big wigs."

Sergei chuckled and looked at Diane's stomach.

"So any children?"

Diane sighed.

"Mikhail wouldn't even touch me."

Sergei sighed.

"Ah well... such is the plight of the homosexual."

The two continued walking along Embassy Row. Which when they passed along the _________ Embassy.

((OOC: Any person with an Embassy in my nation can talk to them now. Anyone else can RP citizens... but be creative hm ;) ))

((OOC: Bumps...))

((OOC: Biump))

((OOC: Byump...))

OOC- You said scroll down....I had to scroll up. Damn you Mr Fancy Pants, you and your five dollar(USD) suit and your ten dollar(USD) words!

Erhem. I mean, I'd love to participate in this RP. Because seriously, who doesn't enjoy master.....errrrr.....master role playing.

OOC- You said scroll down....I had to scroll up. Damn you Mr Fancy Pants, you and your five dollar(USD) suit and your ten dollar(USD) words!

Erhem. I mean, I'd love to participate in this RP. Because seriously, who doesn't enjoy master.....errrrr.....master role playing.

((OOC: Then respond to my last IC post... walk up to them...))

OOC: I call next embassy. I'm mkain' the post now!

OOC: I call next embassy. I'm mkain' the post now!

((OOC: You can make it now... I don't see Samtonia posting anytime soon, or you can pretend your Embassies are next to each other...))

Damn it. I'm always late for something. thought Samtonia's ambassador to TIOR as he rushed out of the embassy gate.

Ambassador Charles Gillian Freevalthane the 3rd was one of Samtonia's least well-known ambassadors. In his thirties, his brown hair and eyes were almost the same shade, although his hair was already starting to gray.

As his hair and suit billowed out, he turned a corner, briefcase flying- Straight into two people walking by. Freevalthane was down almost instantaneously, flipping over the woman and landing in the street on his back, dazed and confused.

The briefcase, after a brief interlude as a projectile weapon aimed straight at the president of TIOR's head, flipped off into a bush of roses on one of the embassies grounds. Coincidentally, the crushing of one of the roses caused such a backlash as described by Chaos theory that somewhere over Florida, it began to rain Cubans. (This was due to a hurricane that was later reported to have hit Cuba, but appeared at the time to be an act of God)

Groggily shaking his head, Freevalthane moaned and began to get up, as two trams, a pie delivery vehicle, and a midget on a scooter collided in the act of avoiding his prone figure laying in the road.

[TAG and hopefully they'll walk by the Hamptonian Embassy fairly soon...]

Sergei and Diane looked at the downed man. Sergei offered his hand to lift him up. Diane chuckled.

"Wow, still a source of bad luck?"

Sergei let go and looked at Diane, narrowing his eyes.

"Just because I caused the a riot one day by mistake..."

Diane snorted.

"You were spewing your leftist propaganda."

Sergei growled.

"To stop your Capatilistic whorish claims!"

Diane growled louder then Sergei.

"You wish to fight?!"

Sergei got into a fighting stance.

"Bring it on! You girls always wanted equal rights!"

Sergei and Diane looked at the downed Samtonian man and then looked at each other embarrased. Sergei looked at him.

"You okay?"

((OOC:Bump...))

((OOC: Bump, anyone is welcome))

OOC: I would... but you need to be near my embassy.

OOC: I would... but you need to be near my embassy.

((OOC: You can RP a person there... it doesn't have to be an Ambassador...))

OOC:

But I already made the post... I don't feel like making another!

OOC:

But I already made the post... I don't feel like making another!

((OOC: Then pretend your Embassy is next to his...))

OOC:

Well, the post involved them being infront of the gate.

OOC:

Well, the post involved them being infront of the gate.

((OOC: Oy... then modify it or something I don't know... I just don't want my RP going to hell like the rest of them :())

A small green man walks toward Sergei and Diane he has a look of supreme happiness on his face.

A small green man walks toward Sergei and Diane he has a look of supreme happiness on his face.


WTF
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A small green man walks toward Sergei and Diane he has a look of supreme happiness on his face.

Sergei looked over at the small man below them. Sergei poked the small man.

"It's a Leperchaun!"

Diane smacked Sergei.

"Fool! It's clearly a troll!"

"Leperchaun!"

"Troll!"

"Leperchaun!"

"Troll!"

This continued on for five minutes until they both stopped and looked over at the small man. They both spoke at the same time.

"What are you?"

Freevalthane groaned as he sat up.
"I'm an ambassador. What are you?"

Meanwhile, he began to look about for his briefcase. It would be bad form indeed if he lost it.

It was another beautiful day in The Island of Rose. The newly appointed Ambassador to TIOR, Count Joseph Easton (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/crispin_glover.jpg) decided to walk from his residence to the Hamptonian Embassy on Embassy Row.

The younger brother of Foreign Minister Lord Patrick Easton, Count Easton was a man in true fashion of the Easton family name. A thin, whispery man with a soft voice Count Easton is the poster child for the addage The meek shall inherit the earth.

Walking into Embassy Row, Count Easton began humming an old nursery rhyme to himself.

The itsy bisty spider went up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out.

He stopped humming to pick up a coin off the sidewalk. Straightening back up, he noticed two figures. Walking closer to the two people, he begins to recognize one of the two.

That's President Sergei, don't often see him walking out here. he thinks to himself noticing that the other figure is a woman. He doesn't know who the woman is, but for the sake of friendly conversation Count Easton decides to "casually" walk up to Sergei and his friend.


OOC: He's about a block or so away from Sergei and the woman.

“Right now! Form up! C'mon, Comrades! No time to waste!” One Halladi Officer yelled.

Ten men rushed out of the embassy in formation. On the far side of the embassy courtyard were targets for the guards. The men stood at attention. The Officer paced down the line of men.

“Comrades, we shall now hold target practice. I will be rating all of you- after all you can only use one bullet. Into you firing positions!”

“Yes, comrade Hajaatu!”

The men went behind sandbag walls. Each took up his M41A1 Pulse Rifle. The men fired one round each. Most hit the bull’s eye, and the bullets exploded on contact. Bits of each target were gone, and the rest of it burning.

One man, however, cocked the slide and pulled the second trigger. An M40 grenade flew out onto the grass, 20 feet in front of the men.

“Oh shit! Down! Get down!”

Hajaatu dived behind the sand bags. The grenade exploded, leaving a good size crater in the middle of the yard and sending debris everywhere. Men on the roof with opened fire at the street, not taking aim. Luckily there was no one in front of the Emassy.

“No! No! It was friendly fire!” The Officer yelled, waving his arms.

The road was horribly cut up, and there were debris from the explosive rounds and rocks all over the road. It took the men about fifteen seconds to stop shooting.

Hajaatu ran out with two men with yellow police tap. The men blocked of the area, and made a roadblock. Meanwhile Hajaatu looked around, making sure no one was injured.

Walking down the street, Count Easton witnessed an Ambassador falling down, a little green man walking to the President, a 5 minute long argument between President Sergei and his friend over the species of the little green man, and the detonation of live ammunition in the courtyard of one of the Embassies.

Just another day in The Island of Rose. Count Easton thought to himself while walking down the street.

“Right now! Form up! C'mon, Comrades! No time to waste!” One Halladi Officer yelled.

Ten men rushed out of the embassy in formation. On the far side of the embassy courtyard were targets for the guards. The men stood at attention. The Officer paced down the line of men.

“Comrades, we shall now hold target practice. I will be rating all of you- after all you can only use one bullet. Into you firing positions!”

“Yes, comrade Hajaatu!”

The men went behind sandbag walls. Each took up his M41A1 Pulse Rifle. The men fired one round each. Most hit the bull’s eye, and the bullets exploded on contact. Bits of each target were gone, and the rest of it burning.

One man, however, cocked the slide and pulled the second trigger. An M40 grenade flew out onto the grass, 20 feet in front of the men.

“Oh shit! Down! Get down!”

Hajaatu dived behind the sand bags. The grenade exploded, leaving a good size crater in the middle of the yard and sending debris everywhere. Men on the roof with opened fire at the street, not taking aim. Luckily there was no one in front of the Emassy.

“No! No! It was friendly fire!” The Officer yelled, waving his arms.

The road was horribly cut up, and there were debris from the explosive rounds and rocks all over the road. It took the men about fifteen seconds to stop shooting.

Hajaatu ran out with two men with yellow police tap. The men blocked of the area, and made a roadblock. Meanwhile Hajaatu looked around, making sure no one was injured.


Kirby got so scared He ran
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Diane ran over to the rose field finding the suitcase, handing it over to the Samtonian Ambassador. "Looking for this?"

Sergei looked over at Diane. "Wow, you did something nice for awhile."

Diane winked at Sergei. "I don't bite like you always think Mr. Ilyanov."

The two heard the explosion over at the Halladi Embassy, Sergei ran up to the yard. He was raving mad, but he must keep cool and collected. Of course he took out his Colt .45 and waved it around as he talked to one of the Halladi guards.

"What happened?"

As Sergei ran off, Diane noticed Count Easton walk by them. She walked up to him amused.

"You are the Hamptonshinian Ambassador? You sure look like one..."

((OOC: Bah sorry, dad was using compooper...))

Count Easton stops to talk to the woman.

"Yes I am the Hamptonian Ambassador. I'm Count Joseph Easton. May I inquire as to your name?" he pauses for a second "and what did you mean by 'I sure look like one'?"

The small green man stares at the nearest man for quite awhile.
"I am not a leprechaun nor a troll. I am an advisor."

AS freevalthane was about to thankthe woman, he suddenly heard gunfire rip through the streets.

He watched the leader of TIOR run towards the embassy it had come from, gun drawn and waving.

Strange, he thought. Where are all of our guards?

With a shrug, he ran towards the President, shouting at him to get down, ready to protect him- At least to a point where he wouldn't be killed. After all, that was the job of the non-existant security forces.

Diane looked at the Count, chuckling to herself.

"I traveled the world for a few years. I've learned to distinguish by heart."

Diane then looked over at the small man.

"An advisor? Darn... that's no fun..."

"What were you expecting a goblin? Please you humans aren't exactly the smartest bunch although stupidity does amuse me."

The guard Sergei ran up to took aim put his Rifle at his shoulder, aiming at the man, who was waving a gun around.

"Comrade! What do I do?!" He yelled in Arabic. The eigthteen year old was obviosuly scared of, what he thought was, the maniac.

"Comrade! Lower you're weapon at once!" Hajaatu called out, adressing both Sergei and the soldier.

Sirens could be heard in the background.

"Shit!" Hajaatu cussed. He walked over to Sergei. "Nothing happened, sir. I'm going to have ask you to leave, the authorities will arrive soon. All will be explained in the News paper tomarrow."

With a shrug, he ran towards the President, shouting at him to get down, ready to protect him- At least to a point where he wouldn't be killed. After all, that was the job of the non-existant security forces.

Sergei looked over at the Samtonian Ambassador as he ran over to him. He didn't listen.

"Get down?! Hell no! I wanna know what's going on! Police!"

A police car arrived. Two men exited the police car in full SWAT Gear armed with G36 Commandos. Sergei then looked over at the Samtonian Ambassador. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm safe now, happy?"

He looked over at the Halladi guard.

"I will not leave! I am President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose and I demand to know what happened!"

Meanwhile Diane looked at the small man.

"Eh, rude little git."

Diane then proceeded to kick him in the testicles.

"I'd advise punching him in the stomach."

"Firing practice. Sir somone punch someone."
The green man starts to float a little off the ground.

I don't have testicles he says looking at Diane.

Sergei looked over at the floating little man.

"Police, take him to jail. Arrest him under the charges of public disturbance and inciting to disturb the peace."

The two men nodded and started putting handcuffs on the small man.

Count Easton just stood silent for a few moments. He had a feeling that it her observation was dig to the stereotypical image of Hamptonians- quiet, soft spoken, ultra-conservative socially, and uptight.

"It's nice to know that you've visited Hamptonshire." he says to Diane.

Looking to the little green man, he pauses. He has to fight the urge to make short and green based jokes.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Count Easton says to the little green man.

"Corporal, explain what happened to the police."

"Yes, comrade." He answered in Arabic, and went over the police.

"Sir, I'm not at liberty to say what has happened at the moment. However, you can be sure to read about it tommarrow in the newspaper. Now, I'm sure the police will want to question you, so perhaps you should talk to them."

I think this is rather fun. The advisor starts to shoot tiny sparks out of his eyes.
OOC: I swear it will make sense eventually.

"It's nice to meet you too Count Easton."
The small man slips his hands out of the cuffs and throws them to the ground.
"Primitive."

Seeing all the commotion around him, Count Easton slowly sidestepps toward President Sergei. I should be safer over there, he thinks to himself.

Sergei got madder and started waving his pistol around. "I am the President damn it! Right police?!"

The policemen nodded. "Yes, he gives us our paycheck..."

Sergei looked at the Halladi man, talking calmer this time. "It doesn't have to be in public, now tell me what happened..."

* * *

Diane nodded. "Yes it was a nice place. But I longed for home, Sergei's an old friend of mine."

Diane looked at down at the little green man. "He must've smoken the cannibis here... strong stuff, eh, it doesn't affect productivity luckily."

She chuckled. "Well, 8 years ago it didn't."

The small man stops floating and comes back down to the ground. He stretches his arms and says "That was a good nap." The sparks stop flying out of his eyes.

"No I have not smoken cannibis. May I have some?"
The small man reaches into his pocket and removes a pipe shaped like a tree.

Hajaatu's jaw dropped on finding out who the man standing in front of him was.

"Fuck!" He said involunterily.

"There was a - um - some one... um... they fired a. Um. Grenade in target practice. They thought there was an - uh - attack. They fired into the street." Realising he said this all in Arabic, he then repeated it in english.

The small man removes a bottle of pancake syrup. For seemingly no reason.

The small man squirts some syrup onto his hands and then rubbed it into his elbows. he then popped every bone in his body.

Diane pointed her finger in the opposite direction. "That way, 10 miles away from Embassy Row, there's a huge warehouse that sells many kinds."

Sergei looked over at Diane. "You still remember?"

Diane chuckled. "Of course, those were the days hm Sergei?"

Sergei sighed. "Yes they were..." He then looked over at the Halladi man as he gave his explanation. "You are a horrible liar do you realize that? I was walking here and nothing was going on. Also, if this was the truth you wouldn't be stutturing."

Sergei sighed and leaned over, he started whispering to him. "Clean this up in 12 hours or I will report you to the Halladi Government and you'll be demoted."

Sergei winked at him, leaning back and looking at Diane. "Those we the days indeed..."

Diane pointed her finger in the opposite direction. "That way, 10 miles away from Embassy Row, there's a huge warehouse that sells many kinds."

Sergei looked over at Diane. "You still remember?"

Diane chuckled. "Of course, those were the days hm Sergei?"

Sergei sighed. "Yes they were..." He then looked over at the Halladi man as he gave his explanation. "You are a horrible liar do you realize that? I was walking here and nothing was going on. Also, if this was the truth you wouldn't be stutturing."

Sergei sighed and leaned over, he started whispering to him. "Clean this up in 12 hours or I will report you to the Halladi Government and you'll be demoted."

Sergei winked at him, leaning back and looking at Diane. "Those we the days indeed..."
You have no cannibis on you that is unfortunate I am not allowed to leave the two of you until something important happens.

The small man begins doing Tai Chi until something happens.

You have no cannibis on you that is unfortunate I am not allowed to leave the two of you until something important happens.

Both of them sighed. Sergei looked at the small man. "Even when I get naked?"

Both of them sighed. Sergei looked at the small man. "Even when I get naked?"
Especially when you get naked.

"I didn't know you were the... Premier..."

Not knowing what to expect from a Rosian. Especially one that winked at him, he wasn't quite sure wheather he was supposed to repave the road or not.

And if he was supposed to repave the road he wondered how he would be able to do that with the embassies equipment. 2 BMP-3's and a lot of grenades.

The small man looks at he both of them as if expecting something then says you may call me Jack.

Especially when you get naked.

Diane and Sergei looked at each other and shrugged. Diane looked at the small man. "You can't keep an eye on both of us if we're naked seperately!"

Sergei slapped himself in the face. "Oy... why me..." Sergei looked over at the Halladi man. "Good luck repaving the road. Remember 12 hours or..."

He does the knife across his neck motion with his right hand. He then looked at the small man. "Oy Jack... oy..."

((OOC: Camel, can you keep your posts in one place, it's hard to keep track))

Jack flies at the Halladian and then licked his eyeballs. I know much about you now.

Hearing all the talk about nudity and drugs, Count Easton began blushing. Turning his back to the rest of the crowd, he made a subtle sign of the cross and said a quiet prayer.

He then turned back to the action.

Diane and Sergei looked at each other and shrugged. Diane looked at the small man. "You can't keep an eye on both of us if we're naked seperately!"

Sergei slapped himself in the face. "Oy... why me..."
An extra head popped out of Jack's head as he said "You will not leave each other."

An extra head popped out of Jack's head as he said "You will not leave each other."

Sergei looked at the other head with amusement. "What the hell are you talking about? If I weren't President I'd shoot you..."

Then, a family of nudists go inside the Embassy Row's Catholic Church. It was named St. Andrew's. It was a haven for Roman Catholics. Before the family entered, they waved towards the President in which he then waved back. "Hello! Enjoy mass!"

Diane looked over at Sergei. "There's some common ground, we're still Catholics and not athiests..."

Sergei chuckled. "Heh, so true."

((OOC: Hammy boy, most nudists are Catholic in TIOR :P))

Jack takes off his cloak to reveal a shimmering green body, it looks like it was made out of rock.

He then says "go ahead shoot me. I will not die advisors are usually immortal.

Sergei shrugged. "Eh..."

((OOC: Camel I am begging you to keep with one post, or edit the last one. Please, it's hard to keep up. And can everyone else post?!))

Oh stay with the storyline.

I don't really understand what that means but if you'd explain I'd be willing to comply.

((OOC: OOC means out of character by the way. What I mean is, instead of writing three posts, write one long post like:))

Jack takes off his cloak to reveal a shimmering green body, it looks like it was made out of rock. He then says "go ahead shoot me. I will not die advisors are usually immortal."

((Put it in one post please? Like that.))

Seeing as nobody is doing anything Jack starts floating again and does some more Tai Chi. He flips over in the air accidentally crashing into a tree. He rights himself quickly and zooms back over. "I meant to do that." He quitely reaches back into the cloak and grabs some more syrup he rubs himself down with it nows he's really glowy.
OOC:Like that?

Count Easton was in shock, he never noticed that those going into the church were nude. It was widely known within the Foreign Ministry that only those on the fast track for advancement were sent to The Island of Rose. While some nations might consider a civil war ravaged nation to be dangerous and trying, Hamptonians saw TIOR as second to none.

With a nervous laugh Count Easton tries to chalk up a high note, "At least people are going to mass."

Seeing as nobody is doing anything Jack starts floating again and does some more Tai Chi. He flips over in the air accidentally crashing into a tree. He rights himself quickly and zooms back over. "I meant to do that." He quitely reaches back into the cloak and grabs some more syrup he rubs himself down with it nows he's really glowy.
OOC:Like that?

((OOC: Yes, see how it saves space? :P))

Sergei looked over at the strange little man. "What will it take for you to get away?"

Diane looked over at Sergei. "Don't ask that, it's usually something demeaning."

Sergei chuckled as he heard Lord Easton's comment. He turned around and looked at him smiling. "Most Rosians go to mass, we're just fufilling God's word. He really wants us naked, but I'm just more humble."

Diana mumbled to herself. Liar. Diana then smiled and looked over to Lord Easton. "So, what have I missed here?"

"Nothing demeaning I have no testicles. Also I have to stay until something important happens."
Jack starts stretching out his limbs pulling them like taffy. "Did you know that I have no actual bones mainly just watery cartilage." Jack glances around. "Good no iron." He whispers under his breath.

Count Easton tried to answer Diane's question but all he could do was sigh.

Sergei looked over at the small man. "I'll do it, please, just tell me! Come on!" He got on his knees. "I'm begging you!" He realised what he was doing and cleared his throat. "Oh... uh... you didn't see that."

Diane chuckled. "Same man I knew from childhood..." Diane then looked over at Lord Easton, then at Sergei. "What'd you do?"

Sergei shrugged. "I have no idea..."

((OOC: What exactly does the Foreign Ministry think of us Hammy?))

"You can't get rid of me until you do something important. I'm not sure what it is. But I'll know it when it happens. I swear!!!"

"You can't get rid of me until you do something important. I'm not sure what it is. But I'll know it when it happens. I swear!!!"

Sergei looked over at the little man. "Oy... we're stuck for awhile than..."

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"Well unless you do the important thing soon. Yes I suppose. Unless you can actually confess your undying love to someone and mean it." Jack looks mortified. "You didn't hear that."

"I am not a lecherous monk." Jack shouts jerking out of deep slumber. He reaches for more syrup.

((OOC: What exactly does the Foreign Ministry think of us Hammy?))

Semi-OOC:
The Foreign Ministry regards TIOR as a long-term military, diplomatic, and economic ally and friend. However, culturally TIOR and Hamptonshire are worlds apart. Where TIOR is a liberal paradise socially, Hamptonshire is almost Puritanical in certain social situations. An assignment to TIOR is taxing on Hamptonians because of the Hamptonian-style "Order, Security, and Authority".

On an completely OOC note, if you notice every time I RP with you I tend to play the straight man/woman to your loose character. Kind of have an "Odd Couple" thing going on...

A man in a white lab coat comes running down the street, yelling "My experiment! My experiment! Where are you?"

From a distance he spots the syrupy little green man and runs over to him, but dissappointment comes over his expression as he realizes it is the wrong green person.

"Hello, sorry to bother all of you, but have you seen a little green woman run by? She's part of an experiment of mine... which is definitely not associated with any secret scientific research of The Confederacy of Irrational Numbers." Yeah, thats the ticket!

Jack jumps up sending rapid fire punches at the scientist yelling. "Get away from my wife."

((OOC: Eh, Rosians are an extension of me... I just can't beat up. Eh, you have to admit I'm different from most nations out there...))

Sergei looked at the man and chuckled. He then pointed at the green man. "This is a man, not a woman. And by the way, I heard about your super secret project before, I have spies in your nation."

Diane nudges Sergei and whispers to him. "Now that's being an asshole."

Sergei sighed. "Oh fine. We don't have spies, but you said it yourself. Now please go away..."

Sergei then looked at the small little man and rolled his right brow. "I've never been in love. Never have, never will till the day I die. I might die a virgin too, but that's besides the point... my only love is The Island of Rose."

Diane chuckled. "You were always the patriotic type Sergei."

Sergei chuckled and bowed towards Diane. "You know little old me..."

Jack giggled "Yeah *little* old you."

The scientist pulls out a super-laser-photon gun from his laser coat and aims it at Jack. After pulling the trigger several times he realizes that he has no such device and that its really a plastic Tigger toy from McDonald's.

After throwing it to the side he tries to reason with Jack, "She can't be your wife, she told me she was single! Unless... oh god..." at which point the scientist's face turns just as green as Jack's.

At that point a mathematician from the confederation comes up from the distance. After hearing what the scientist had to say, he laughs and hands him an anti-bacterial moist towellette. "Haha, stupid scientists," he said, "if only they kept their studies to the more abstract!"

The mathematician then proceeds to laugh at the scientist's expense.

Count Easton say another coin on the ground and went to pick it up. As he was bending down he got a nose bleed. He reached in and got a tissue from his jacket.

"This always happens when I pick up coins..." he says. In reality he always seems to get nosebleeds when a conversation turns to nudity.

Sergei chuckled. "And this is why I'm a virgin..."

Diane mumbled to herself. I'm a virgin against my will...

Sergei watched as Easton's nose bled. He took out a handkerchief with an "S" in cursive. It was white by the way, the handkerchief, the letter was red.

"Here, use this." Sergei said. Rosians were always nice.

"You did what with my wife? I'm going to kill you" Jack flies at the scientist trying to wring his neck.

The Mathematician offers Count Easton a fresh tissue from his pocket.

"Tons of money put into 'applying science to the real world,' and this is the best they can do for common nosebleeds!" the mathematician remarks, and thus continues to laugh at the scientist's expense.

Jack turns to Diane "You know I'm lying about the testicles thing." :fluffle:

Jack turns to Diane "You know I'm anthropamorhic."

Diane slaps Jack. "Why would I want you?"

Sergei looks over at Easton and whispers in his ear. "Look, if you feel bad, we can go to another location."

Diane slaps Jack. "Why would I want you?"

Sergei looks over at Easton and whispers in his ear. "Look, if you feel bad, we can go to another location."
"Do you have a real choice?" Jack's eyes glass over he covers himself in syrup.

"Do you have a real choice?" Jack's eyes glass over he covers himself in syrup.

Diane shrugged. "I'm not that desperate."

Sergei looks over at Easton and whispers in his ear. "Look, if you feel bad, we can go to another location."

Count Easton whispers back (which isn't much louder than his normal voice) "I'm fine, however, if you want to go to another location, say the Hamptonian Embassy Compound or further up Embassy Row I wouldn't be aganist it."

"Ah well hey Sergei..."

Sergei shrugged. "Please, I need a change of view." He then looked at Diane. "Care to join me? We're going inside the Hamptonian Embassy."

Diane nodded and rolled her eyes. "Might as well see how good you made this Island."

Sergei then looked at the little green man. "Yes? Easton, may you lead the way?"

Getting up, the scientist realizes to himself that Jack would make a great replacement for his lost green woman experiment.

Trying to be as unambiguous as possible, he lunges at Jack with a spool of twine in an effort to contain him long enough to bring him back to the laboratory.

Jack follows Sergei and Diane to the Hamtopian Embassy.

jack bursts into flame destroying the thread.

Sergei shrugged. "Please, I need a change of view." He then looked at Diane. "Care to join me? We're going inside the Hamptonian Embassy."

Diane nodded and rolled her eyes. "Might as well see how good you made this Island."

Sergei then looked at the little green man. "Yes? Easton, may you lead the way?"

"Of course, your Excellency. It should take us less than five minutes to walk to the compound." Count Easton motions down Embassy Row to the quite, secluded corner where the Hamptonian Embassy is located.

He quickly informs the Royal Marines that he will be arriving at the Embassy with two guests in a few minutes.

"Of course, your Excellency. It should take us less than five minutes to walk to the compound." Count Easton motions down Embassy Row to the quite, secluded corner where the Hamptonian Embassy is located.

He quickly informs the Royal Marines that he will be arriving at the Embassy with two guests in a few minutes.
"Three guests" Jack says.
OOC: I know I know I'll get back to writing longer posts.

Sergei shrugged. "Don't call me that. Just call me Sergei like the Rosians do..."

Diane chuckled, getting a little closer to Sergei. "Heh, Your Excellency fancy are we now?"

Sergei rolled his eyes. "You know I'm not fancy."

Diane whispered to Sergei. "Far from it." She looked at Count Easton. "Come let us go then."

The mathematician pulls the raving scientist away back towards the confederacy's embassy.

"Stop that!" the mathematician scolds. "Now, if you're good, I'll buy you another gumby toy for christmas."

"Yay!" cheers the scientist as he skips, following the mathematician. "That way, I can continue my experiments!"

The mathematician and the scientist have trouble crossing over the bullet trodden pavement in front of the Hallad embassy, but eventually fade off into the sunset...

Arriving at the main gate, Count Easton presented his identification and went through the usual retinal and dermal scans.

"Mr. Ambassdor, welcome back." Major Tinsen, head of the Royal Marines Security Detachment for the embassy, said to the Count.

Count Easton, President Sergei, and Diane walked into the Compound. When the small green man tried to get in, the Royal Marines stopped him and the large gate closed.


"Now we have some peace and quiet." Count Easton said as the three walked through the large garden that leads to the main Embassy Building. "Would you to like to stay out here or go inside?"

Sergei stretched his arms up and sighed. "Let's go inside. I want to explore the building and sit down."

Diane nodded. "Yes it appears my feet are tired too. Lead the way Easton?"

((OOC: Mind if you up-play the Hamptonian personality for this? Just to make this RP more amusing :P))

Because Jack was so short the guards didn't even notice him. He walked up behind Sergei, Diane, and Count Easton. "So you gonna' get to the loving soon or what. I have stuff to do." Jack dissapears for a moment "And now I don't."

((OOC: Mind if you up-play the Hamptonian personality for this? Just to make this RP more amusing :P))

"This was Your Excellency." he motions Sergei toward the main Embassy Building (http://www.sos.nh.gov/corporate/images/State%20House.jpg). Turning to Diane he motions inside, "This way my lady."

With a nod of the head, Count Easton sets the building's staff into motion.


OOC: He'll be uptight, prissy, and bound to tradition then.


Because Jack was so short the guards didn't even notice him. He walked up behind Sergei, Diane, and Count Easton. "So you gonna' get to the loving soon or what. I have stuff to do." Jack dissapears for a moment "And now I don't."
OOC: You can't get in the Compound, you can wait outside but that will be all.

Because Jack was so short the guards didn't even notice him. He walked up behind Sergei, Diane, and Count Easton. "So you gonna' get to the loving soon or what. I have stuff to do." Jack dissapears for a moment "And now I don't."

Sergei and Diane looked at each other and shrugged. Both spoke at the same time. "Me? And him/her? He/she's an asshole! No you're an asshole!"

They started arguing over who was the bigger asshole for two minutes. Then it ended, with Sergei looking over at Diane. "Diane, I formally challenge you to a duel! Not to death of course..."

Diane shook her head. "Of course." She looked over at Easton. "Do you have Rapiers we can use? But first let us tour before we try to kill each other yes Sergei?"

Sergei nodded. "But of course."

When they both arrive, they are... meh.

((OOC: Let him stay :P))

OOC: I swear I'm not godmoding Jack is just that good. But ok just for you. Jack waits outside the Compound. (he should have been able to get inside tis part of the story.)

They started arguing over who was the bigger asshole for two minutes. Then it ended, with Sergei looking over at Diane. "Diane, I formally challenge you to a duel! Not to death of course..."

Diane shook her head. "Of course." She looked over at Easton. "Do you have Rapiers we can use?"

Duels...now there was something that a Hamptonian could understand. Easton thought to himself.

"Of course," he replied, "we have a special dueling suits quite similar to the sport of 'Fencing'. It's so that we can settle our differences without spilling blood." He summoned an aide to fetch the equipment.


OOC: If you someone bleed, you'll get a nice suprise reaction from Count Easton.

Disregard last statement. "If you need rapiers I might be able to acquire some for you."

Sergei shook his head. "The suits will not be needed, Rosians fight with sword alone. Remember Alexander and Mikhail, poor Mikhail, he's still armless."

Diana sighed. "Nothing to match that size hm?"

Sergei sighed sadly. "I'm afraid not. Easton, just fetch us the swords. The most that will happen is heavy injury."

Diane chuckled. "At least you're treating me like a man about it."

Sergei winked at her. "Women's equality at work."

"Ah, not to long now. I already feel the love blossoming in the air." Jack starts to cry. He grabs some more syrup.

OOC: Camel Eaters- you can "pop" in after the tour. That way Sergei and Diane can experience the paranoia of a true Hamptonian.

IC:

"If you must, Your Excellency." Count Easton says as two swords are fetched.

As the two prepare for combat, Count Easton talks to a Royal Marine Doctor.

"We're prepared to give medical aide." the Doctor says to Easton.

"Alright, but make sure they don't get any blood on the concrete or on the carpet. I can't stand the sight of blood."

"I'll try Ambassador, but I can't control how the bleed." the Doctor says.

"If I have to rent a steam cleaner to get stains out of the carpet, by God I'll have your ass in a sling. Do you know how much it costs to rent one of those things?" Count Easton was becomming quite empassioned.

"Yes, about $20 a day."

"Exactly! It's outrageous." Count Easton, heir to a multi-billion dollar family fortune, says while throwing his hands up in disgust.

Sergei and Diane grabbed their swords. They then went to their respective positions, they were a meter apart. Sergei chuckled, putting himself in position to duel.

"Lady's choice, first to bleed or first to fall?"

Diane chuckled. "To bleed." She began her attack immediately, giving one thrust towards Sergei.

Sergei counters with a flick of his wrist as Diane almost falls, but she recovers. She chuckled. "Oh so I see you got better." Diane then jumps to the side and attempts to trip Sergei with her sword. Sergei jumps and does a vertical slash as he is landing, but Diane blocks it with her sword help up high. Now it's a game of strength, who can outmatch who. Diane grinned, she did a flick of her wrists she tripped up Sergei, hit him on the head with the handle so hard that it made him bleed. "I am the winner!" She said, but she dropped her sword.

Diane looked worried now, she ran up to him. "Sergei, are you okay?"

Sergei held the back of his skull in pain, his hand bloody. "Agh, it's a small cut, I've gotten one like this before."

As he said this some blood hit the concrete and carpet of the Embassy. He looked over at Easton, wringing in pain. "Get me a bandage damn it, agh."

((OOC: I could've done a better duel. And imagine Sergei's cut as a small hole but is letting out alot of blood))

Jack appeared next to Sergei immediately spitting into the wound and rubbing the skin together. It wa healed. "If you died do you know how screwed I'd be? I have to stay around you and Diane until you come to realiztion that you were made for each other."

The Royal Marine Doctor and his staff quickly tend to Sergei's wound. Count Easton, however is a different story.

Seeing the blood, Count Easton starts to get light headed, like he's going to pass out. Once he sees the blood hit the concrete and the carpet he quickly tries to summon a butler to clean up the mess, however he slips on a bit of the blood, loses his balance, and staggers backward.

While staggering, his nose bleeds starts back up. Reaching for a tissue, he finds none- he used them all for his earlier nosebleed. There's blood on the ground, carpet, his shoe, and now his own blood is on his hands. Realizing that he has blood on his hands, he gets even more light headed and faints falling on the grass just outside of the main Embassy Building.

The Doctor sends of the medics to tend to Count Easton. After a couple of minutes, Count Easton is revived. With the servant staff cleaning up the mess and his nose bleed stopped by cotton stuff in his nostrils, Easton gathers himself and rejoins his two guests.

"Would you like to go inside now?" he says while having to breathe out of his mouth.

Sergei and Diane growled. "I don't like him/her, s/he's an asshole!" They then both looked at Easton and then at each other and chuckled to themselves as if nothing happened. "Sure."

"That may be so but it doesn't matter if either of you are assholes you still love each other."

"That may be so but it doesn't matter if either of you are assholes you still love each other."

Sergei pointed towards Diane. "She tried to have me killed!" Diane pointed towards Sergei. "He tried making me look bad by saying I was Facist! I am Capatilist! And he's a Socialist, more of a reason to hate each other." Sergei nodded. "Yes, so there."

Count Easton and this two guests walk into the main building. Hardwood floors, persian rugs, and antique furnature extend for as far as the eye can see.

"As you may notice, the Embassy is equipped with a sound system for backround music. Right now we have Bach playing." Count Easton says while showing them to the private study. "You may also notice that you may have some trouble breathing in here. Since most of Hamptonshire is above 7,000 feet in elevation, we build our main embassy buildings airtight and set the oxygen levels to what we call "Hamptonian Standard". We also keep it at 60 degrees fahrenheit at all times."

Entering the main study, two immaculately dressed butlers stand, ready to take orders. "Would you two care for anything to eat or drink?"

"If I avoided everyone who tried to kill me I'd be stuck at a maternity ward waiting for new babies."

Count Easton and this two guests walk into the main building. Hardwood floors, persian rugs, and antique furnature extend for as far as the eye can see.

"As you may notice, the Embassy is equipped with a sound system for backround music. Right now we have Bach playing." Count Easton says while showing them to the private study. "You may also notice that you may have some trouble breathing in here. Since most of Hamptonshire is above 7,000 feet in elevation, we build our main embassy buildings airtight and set the oxygen levels to what we call "Hamptonian Standard". We also keep it at 60 degrees fahrenheit at all times."

Entering the main study, two immaculately dressed butlers stand, ready to take orders. "Would you two care for anything to eat or drink?"
I'd like peppermint hot tea, a screwdriver, and a glass of milk. For the food do you happen to have lamb?

"I wonder where the Royal Marines are...this green thing is making me nervous." Easton quietly says to himself.

I'd like peppermint hot tea, a screwdriver, and a glass of milk. For the food do you happen to have lamb?

Of course sir. What cut of lamb would you perfer and would master care for mint jelly?" one of the butlers says with a Danish accent, the standard accent for a cultured Hamptonian.

((OOC: Camel, stay outside now, please.))

Sergei and Diane both had trouble breathing, Sergei especially had to breathe deep. "Oy, damn my smoking habit that I quit months ago. Bach? I prefer Mozart really..."

Diane chuckled. "Really? I've always liked Mozart too."

Sergei chuckled and stretched his arms. He looked over at the two butlers. "Get me some croquettes, 10 of them, a cheeseburger, fries, white rice and a large glass of milk. You Diane?"

Diane nodded. "Same thing. Might I sit down now?"

Sergei nodded. "Yes me too..."

"I heard that." Jack says downing one screwdriver after the other.

Of course sir. What cut of lamb would you perfer and would master care for mint jelly?" one of the butlers says with a Danish accent, the standard accent for a cultured Hamptonian.
I'll take some mint jelly and a good soft cut of lamb medium rare.
OOC: You know what a screwdriver is right?

"If you have trouble breathing, I can have the Doctor come and give you a TriOx shot. It's something we developed to ease the lives of foreigners that live and work in Hamptonshire." Count Easton said with a slight mark of indignation. TriOx was for children and the elderly, asking a Hamptonian if he needed TriOx is one of the highest forms of insult.

"If Madame and Master wish it, I will change the music selection to Mozart." the second butler said while bowing.

"I shall get your food right away." the first butler said while also bowing.

Leading them into the study, Count Easton lead them to the chairs. He took his usual chair in front of the air conditioner. He liked things very cold.

The study was filled with hundreds of rare and valuable books and paintings of famous Hamptonians of years long past.

"What can I do for you two?" Count Easton asked his guests. It was in his nature, indeed in the nature of most Hamptonians, to try to be industrious as is humanly possible.

I'll take some mint jelly and a good soft cut of lamb medium rare.
OOC: You know what a screwdriver is right?
OOC: TIOR asked you to stay out of the RP for now.

OOC: TIOR asked you to stay out of the RP for now.
No he asked me to stay away from them right now. You offered me meat and mint jelly and I accepted. The I heard that thing was for when Count Easton was saying something about royal guards.

Sergei nodded. "Yes that would help. And yes please turn it to Mozart, something peaceful preferably."

Diane stood up and started looking up at the many portraits. "Nicely painted they are." She walked over to the one of the current Duke. "And this is?"

Sergei sighed. "It's Duke Leopold the Third, or is it Second? I am bad with names." He looked over towards the books. "Hm, educated I see. Not surprising. Rosians are educated too, most know the Communist Manifesto by 10."

Diane looked over at Sergei with a smug look. "You're teach them lassie faire policies too right?"

Sergei grinned. "Oh but of course, to keep the Corporates like you happy."

Diane nudged Sergei. "You always knew how to handle the public."

Sergei sighed, then looking at Easton. "Nothing much, I'm just showing Diane around Embassy Row."

With the music changed, one of the embassy staff members goes to get the Doctor.

"That portrait is of Grand Duke Reginald Leopold I." he says. Easton is suprised and slightly insulted that neither of them knew the name of the Grand Duke that has ruled Hamptonshire for nearly fifty years.

Taking little interest in their conversation, he is delighted to hear one of them mention lassiez-faire economics. "Lassiez-faire economics, the building block of our economy and our government. Free market capitalism isn't just policy, its life." Count Easton proudly says while the food and the Doctor arrive.

While the butlers set the food out before them, Easton stirs his tea. "Well, I am glad that you decided to come into the Hamptonian Embassy. It is a rare event to host two people as important and esteemed as yourselves." Now Easton's diplomatic side was taking over, he may not have charisma but he could kiss ass with the best of them.

Sergei and Diane looked at the food. "Food!" They both shouted it at the same time. They began eating the foot, san silverware like dogs, and like pacman really. Rosians had a large appetite.

A few minutes later, they were bloated, occasionally the let out some burps which was covered by their hands. Sergei looked at Easton. "She important? She's just an old school friend."

Diane smacked Sergei. "Ow!" He shouted. "I am important!"

Sergei chuckled. "Sure you are." He mumbled to himself In your mind... He then looked at Easton. "Hm, capatilism. It should administered in small doses, the Island of Rose was once lassiez-faire, suffice to say, that didn't work out well..."

Count Easton had been in war, as unlikely as it may seem, and he thought he saw true carnage...but he couldn't prepare himself for Rosian table manners. Watching Sergei and Diane eat was repulsive, twice Count Easton gagged in disgust. When they finished eating, he thanked God that they didn't ask for dessert.

Still in shock, Easton managed to respond to Sergei's remark. "I..um... he was still struggling to regain his composure, "I have to disagree with you. Hamptonshire has been laize-faire capitalist for nearly three hundred years. We've never had any problems with it." As he finished speaking, Sergei burped. Easton grew light headed again.

Sergei looked at Easton, amused. "Are you okay? Heh, tell that Ilyanovastein. He's the dead man."

Diane chuckled. "Just because he brutally opressed and enslaved the Rosian population does not mean he was bad." There was a sarcastic tone to this.

Sergei winked at her. "Ah, don't forget randomly murder!"

They both started laughing for a few minutes, but then stopped and let Easton speak again.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Easton gets up and makes his way toward the door.

"Could I interest you two in a tour of the Back Garden? The landscaping staff maintains several rare Hamptonian plants, there is a nice fountain, as well as several statues back there." While he geniunely liked the Back Garden, he wanted to get out of the Building at all costs. He couldn't handle any more Rosian table antics.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Easton gets up and makes his way toward the door.

"Could I interest you two in a tour of the Back Garden? The landscaping staff maintains several rare Hamptonian plants, there is a nice fountain, as well as several statues back there." While he geniunely liked the Back Garden, he wanted to get out of the Building at all costs. He couldn't handle any more Rosian table antics.

Sergei shaked his head. "No thank you, I caused enough trouble already."

Diane nodded. "Yes I need to continue the tour anyway... Sergei, why don't you show me the Villa?"

Sergei stood up. "Good idea. Here Easton." He took out 20 Roses, the currency, not the flower. "This is reperations in damages I might've done physically and possibly emotionally too... good day."

Sergei and Diane left the Hamptonian Embassy. Both chuckled to themselves, oh Rosians loved annoying people.

((OOC: Next post tommorow. Hammy, can ya post his reaction to the money by the way? :) ))

Escorted by Royal Marines, President Sergei and Diane left the Embassy Compound. Count Easton stayed in the study, counting the money left by Sergei.

"20 Roses!?!" Easton said angrily, "That's nothing. I'll have to spend twice that to get the blood stains out, at least a hundred to repair the damage then did while eating, and the emotion toll on me is worth at least 500 Roses."

The butlers and three additional cleaning staffers started cleaning up the mess in the study left by the two guests. Overwhelmed by the events of the day, Count Easton went up to his personal office. Locking the door, he pulled out a large mug and filled it with scotch. Downing it, he went into his bathroom and took a shower. He needed to feel clean after such a display of disorder. After vigorously cleaning himself for over three hours with harsh soaps, Count Easton finally felt clean enough to get out of the shower.

Redressing he though If God has any mercy, he'd make sure I'd forget this day. While drying this hair he saw the damage estimate that was left on his desk. 800 Roses...I swear that if I don't become a Deputy Minister I'll shoot someone. No one should have to go through the hell I went through today.

You spelled capitalist wrong. Way to go.

Jack runs to keep up with Sergei and Diane all the while saying something about stupid fast humans.

((OOC: Thank you for insulting me in my own thread, leave. Real post coming in a minute >.>))

Sergei and Diane entered the Villa, so right now they were in the mainhall. There was two large staircases, a large circular rug with the Rosian Flag on it, white painted walls, blah blah, it looked nice. There was a sofa too. Diane sat down and nodded. "Well, I see. But I already saw this, why don't you show me your room?"

Sergei, finding it casual to show an old... well not friend, but not enemy either his room, obliged. "Follow me." He said in a monotone way.

Sergei led her up through the stairs, down the hall, and inside his room. It was a small room, something in which a teenager might sleep in. There was a flag of the Island of Rose hanging to the right, a small working desk with papers, a TV with the Rosian History Channel on. It was a documentary on World War II. Diane sighed and sat on the bed.

"I don't get it..." She said. "Why, why do we hate each other?"

Sergei sighed. "I don't know... maybe we should... make up?"

Diane laid her head on his shoulder. "Maybe, there's no point in fighting now..." She looked over at Sergei's back of his head. "Sorry about that."

He chuckled. "Nah, I'm okay. You're a good duelist, better than Alexander, he's gotten worse over the years..."

Diane chuckled. "Ah, the old man can't keep up."

Sergei nudged her. "He's my age damn it."

Diane chuckled. "You look young though."

Sergei smiled. "Yes well..." That is when Diane kissed him. Sergei was shocked, what was going on? The kiss lasted for 30 seconds with Diane blushing. Diane spoke. "Um uh..." Sergei blushed too and smiled. "Oh shut up." They began kissing again, this one lasted for one minute. They both were blushing. Sergei spoke.

"Uh... oy... I hate you! Get away from me! Uh... um, die! Oh f*** it!" And for the rest of the day they made sweet love.

When it was all over, Diane was resting on Sergei's chest, she looked up at him. "I never knew you were that good." Sergei chuckled. "I didn't either... now what?"

Diane shrugged. "I don't know... I guess we love each other..."

Sergei chuckled as he played with her hair. "I guess we do. Oy... I thought I'd never asked this. Marry me..."

Diane smiled. "Really?"

Sergei nodded. "Yep... but let's not make it public yet..."

And as set up, the Minister of Culture, Rosa Yulto, opens the door, revealing the naked couple. The three of them screamed, shocked really. Rosa then regained composure and started speaking.

"What are the both of you doing in bed?! I thought you hated each other!"

Sergei and Diane smiled at each other. "That's what I thought too..."

Rosa slapped herself in the face. "Bah, our President is in love. Never thought I'd see the day. I bet you're getting married too."

Sergei nodded. "We are."

Rosa's jaw dropped. "I'll... prepare... the arrangements..." And with that Rosa quickly left the room, but in her mind she was cheering for Sergei. About time he found somebody. She started shouting it around the Villa.

"Sergei's getting married! Sergei's getting married!"

This shout went first throughout the Villa, then the City, and then pretty much the whole country knew...

((OOC: Eh, next post coming, sorry I'm not good with love stories =/ You can RP your Ambassadors knowing and all...))

((OOC: Bump for comments >_>))

OOC + Off topic: Do i have an embassy in your country?

((OOC: Nobody cares my President is getting married... great.))

OOC + Off topic: Do i have an embassy in your country?

((OOC: Of course, all my allies have Embassies in my nation!))

((OOC: Biump))

Jack tries to leave but is still bound to stay. He wanders into the bedroom and says "I guess I actually have to stay until you confess your undying love in a lasting engagement. Like a wedding. Damn it I hate weddings."

Jack tries to leave but is still bound to stay. He wanders into the bedroom and says "I guess I actually have to stay until you confess your undying love in a lasting engagement. Like a wedding. Damn it I hate weddings."

Sergei slapped himself in the face. "Why can't I have any private time..." He then covered himself with the sheet.

Diane sighed and joined him. "I guess we're hiding here until he leaves aren't we?" Sergei sighed. "Yup."

"I know you're there. No use hiding."

"I know you're there. No use hiding."

Sergei sighed. "At least leave so we can put on our clothes? I want some privacy..."

Diane nodded under the sheets. "Please?"

Jack's eyes pop into the back of his head. "Is this good enough?"

Jack's eyes pop into the back of his head. "Is this good enough?"

Sergei peeked out of his sheet. "Eh..."

Sergei and Diane stepped out. Picking up their scatter clothes. But Diane really couldn't find her suit, just her underwear. Sergei sighed and opened his closet.

"Take your pick."

Diane got a pair of jeans that were small for Sergei and put it on herself. Then she took out a red tight shirt, but not too tight just right, and put it on herself. She put on her walking shoes and blam, now she's wearing casual. Sergei was already dressed of course, just without his leather jacket. He was also gunless. Diane sat down on the bed and Sergei sat down next to her.

"You can see now." He said.

Jack's eyes flow back into focus. "That wasn't so hard now was it." He pulls out a fiddle and gets to work with Foxhunter and the Farewell.
OOC: These are both Irish songs and both are extremely upbeat.

Count Easton was in his office reading new mission reports issued by the new Foreign Minister when one of his many aides came rushing in.

"Sir, we've just received the news." the aide said.

"What? Has my brother be reinstalled as Foreign Minister?" the Count says eagerly.

"No, Sergei and Diane are to be wed."

"Call the Doctor."

"Is something wrong, sir?" the aide asks as he presses the Medical Alert Button.

"Not really, I just feel very light headed right now."

Jack's eyes flow back into focus. "That wasn't so hard now was it." He pulls out a fiddle and gets to work with Foxhunter and the Farewell.
OOC: These are both Irish songs and both are extremely upbeat.

Sergei looked at Diane and slapped himself in the face. "Let's get going. Might as well announce it hm?"

Diane grinned. "What happened to keeping it secret?"

Sergei chuckled. "My dear, the faster we do this, the faster we can get him away from us..."

Sergei and Diane left the room. They went through the hall as servants started winking at the couple. They knew something, but what it was who knows what. They arrived at the Main Hall, and then, going down the stairs of the Villa, were now back in Embassy Row.

((OOC: Any person can pretend they have an Ambassador there and walk up to the couple congratulating them. Better then them announcing it really <_>))

Sergei looked at Diane and slapped himself in the face. "Let's get going. Might as well announce it hm?"

Diane grinned. "What happened to keeping it secret?"

Sergei chuckled. "My dear, the faster we do this, the faster we can get him away from us..."

Sergei and Diane left the room. They went through the hall as servants started winking at the couple. They knew something, but what it was who knows what. They arrived at the Main Hall, and then, going down the stairs of the Villa, were now back in Embassy Row.

((OOC: Any person can pretend they have an Ambassador there and walk up to the couple congratulating them. Better then them announcing it really <_>))
Jack floats behind the two of them the entire time playing away. He fades from song to song. Inneskillen Dragoon, Skibbereen, and when he hit Danny Boy he pulled a set of miniature bagpipes from his pocket.

The Doctor told Count Easton to go out, take a walk, and get some fresh air. He decided to walk toward one of the parks that boarders Embassy Row. With his head held high he drew in the fresh air deeply. Unfortunately he wasn't keeping track of where he was going and run into a couple.

"I'm so terribly sor..." he was horrified by who he walked into...Sergei and Diane.

"I..um...CONGRATULATIONS." the Count just blerted out the first word that came to mind.

There's that feeling again. the Count thought to himself.

The Doctor told Count Easton to go out, take a walk, and get some fresh air. He decided to walk toward one of the parks that boarders Embassy Row. With his head held high he drew in the fresh air deeply. Unfortunately he wasn't keeping track of where he was going and run into a couple.

"I'm so terribly sor..." he was horrified by who he walked into...Sergei and Diane.

"I..um...CONGRATULATIONS." the Count just blerted out the first word that came to mind.

There's that feeling again. the Count thought to himself.
"Hey Easton guess who I have to bother next?"
"You!!!" Jack starts to cackle maniacally.

((OOC: Heh...))

Sergei nodded and hugged him. "Thank you!" He gave an extra tight squeeze just in case.

Diane slipped her hand inside his back pocket, pulled him over to her, and whispered to Sergei. "Leave some for after the wedding hm?" Sergei grinned and put his hand on her back pocket. "Oh I'll have plenty of energy." He replied.

Sergei chuckled and looked at Easton. "I hope you come to the wedding, though we don't know when it is yet, or where..."

Jack nodded as if he knew a huge universal secret. He pulled out an invitation that read
The Wedding of Diane and Sergei
This Saturday 110 Embassy Row
Jack will be playing bagpipes and fiddle
All food will be provided
Jack just grins.

Count Easton, who has a phobia of personal contact, goes limp and numb when Sergei embraces him.

"Wedding...I...wha...brr..." Easton just can't compose himself. He blinks his eyes a few times and draws in a deep breath, That's a tad better he thinks to himself.

"I'd be honored to attend the wedding." he says while trying to bow without fainting. The only thing going through his mind is For the love of God I hope they don't plan to serve food at the event.

Sergei and Diane looked at each other.

"We have so much to plan!" Sergei said. "Obviously we need food, lots of food, 50 buffet's worth. The best the Island can offer!"

Diane started rubbing her cheek against his. "Anything you want, I want you to be happy."

Sergei smiled and then looked at Easton. Sergei was blushing. "Oh sorry." He cleared his throat. "So, anything new from Hamptonshire?"

Grumble grumble. Damned paperwork. Damned cheescake. Damned long story.

Nokona needed a walk, and that's all you needed to know.

She was sauntering along Embassy Row in a torn, and jam stained uniform. The standard Minister casual uniform, if you can call anything standard, casual, and a uniform no less. Perfectly fitting black top and bell-bottom black slacks, white collar and cuffs. And then the jam. Oh the jam. Jam caked in her hair and flecked about randomly whever it could cling. Might have taken a bath in it.. But.. Then that's all you need to know.

"Damned.. Cheesecake.. Mehckle.."

A hand to clear her face of some excess jam and she flung it to her side, and an eerie splat met her ears. She froze, and turned ever so slowly to see whoever the hell now had a nice coating of jam. A meek a little smile, and she took a tiny step back.

"..Sorry?"

A pat on the back of the random passerby, and a scurry off.

Sergei and Diane looked at each other.

"We have so much to plan!" Sergei said. "Obviously we need food, lots of food, 50 buffet's worth. The best the Island can offer!"

Diane started rubbing her cheek against his. "Anything you want, I want you to be happy."

Sergei smiled and then looked at Easton blushing. "Oh sorry." He cleared his throat. "[i]So, anything new from Hamptonshire?
Jack tugs on Sergei's shirt and then hands him the invitation.
OOC:Just in case you didn't see it the original invite is up a few posts.

Sergei and Diane looked at each other.

"We have so much to plan!" Sergei said. "Obviously we need food, lots of food, 50 buffet's worth. The best the Island can offer!"

Diane started rubbing her cheek against his. "Anything you want, I want you to be happy."

Sergei smiled and then looked at Easton. Sergei was blushing. "Oh sorry." He cleared his throat. "So, anything new from Hamptonshire?"

"Nothing much is new...my brother was removed as Foreign Minister, the Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Treasury were forced to resign, and the Nationalist Union Party is on the verge of controlling the Government." Easton says while having images of 50 buffets worth of food being devowered by hordes of Rosians.

Jack tugs on Sergei's shirt and then hands him the invitation.
OOC:Just in case you didn't see it the original invite is up a few posts.

((OOC: I saw it. But I ignored it on purpose. Can ya stay out for now? Don't worry, you can come back when the wedding is ready. Nothing against you. Oh and who got covered in jam? :confused:))

"Nothing much is new...my brother was removed as Foreign Minister, the Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Treasury were forced to resign, and the Nationalist Union Party is on the verge of controlling the Government." Easton says while having images of 50 buffets worth of food being devowered by hordes of Rosians.
Don't forget the advisory clans. Hmm going to need more syrup.

"Nothing much is new...my brother was removed as Foreign Minister, the Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Treasury were forced to resign, and the Nationalist Union Party is on the verge of controlling the Government." Easton says while having images of 50 buffets worth of food being devowered by hordes of Rosians.

Sergei sighed. "How sad. I liked Cessar even though I never met him. Ah, c'est la vie."

Diane nuzzled Sergei's neck. "Must you always talk about politics."

Sergei chuckled. "I need to know these things Diane. Don't worry, after the wedding we won't be talking much." They winked at each other. Sergei turned to Easton.

"So how's Hamptonshire this time of year?"

][ Random passerby..! I didn't want to interupt you two. Yet. ][

"So how's Hamptonshire this time of year?"

"It's perfect, heaven really. The northern coast is cold and rainy, the south is warm, and Hamptonshire City is absolutely perfect. It's in the low 70s, with clouds as you think could only exist in a painting. This is the best time of year to see Roosevelt National Park (think of Yosemite but larger, more trees, more cliffs, and with huge waterfalls). I hoped to holiday to Roosevelt Palace some time this month."

Talking about Hamptonshire helped get his mind off the thought of Sergei and Diane eating.

Diane looked at Sergei. "Let's go there for the honeymoon."

Sergei chuckled. "Fine. But I want to tour the Empire."

Diane smiled. "You won't regret it." She slipped her hand inside the the backpocket of his jeans and gave it a nice squeeze. Sergei jumped and Diane winked at him. She removed her hand and Sergei chuckled.

"Ah... we might be going to Hamptonshire first." He said.

"Ah... we might be going to Hamptonshire first." He said.

Seeing the, in his opinion, totally inappropriate physical reaction between Diane and Sergei, Count Easton was becoming even more antsy.

"That's delightful." Easton said while feeling a lump in his throat beginning to develop. "I'll inform the Grand Duke. You'll be able to stay in nearly any of the Royal Palaces of your choosing, and the Grand Duke's generousity to newly wedded couples is something of a legend."

I'll have to warn the Grand Duke to scotch guard all of the furnature in his Palaces. Easton thinks to himself while he feels another nosebleed coming on.


OOC: Roosevelt Palace (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/castle.jpg)

Sergei nodded. "Thank you. Come on Diane, I've always wanted to show you the beach.

Diane smirked. "Heh, I bet it's still the same."

Sergei rolled his eyes. "Nudist paradise, you know how it is." He looked over at Easton. "Oh I'm so rude, would you care to join us?"

He waited for a response.

((OOC: Scotch guard?))

Count Easton tried to respond, but his nose started bleeding. He frantically tried to find a tissue but he forgot to put them in his suit pockets.

He manages to say, quite softly- "I have to...steam clean some carpets." before he faints from both the conversation matter and the loss of blood. He falls on a patch of grass, luckily a group of off duty Royal Marine Medics is passing by in a sedan. They go off and treat the Count.



OOC: The more common term is "scotchguard". Do a google search for it if you don't known what it is.

Sergei shrugged. "I think he needs some rest..." He looked over at Diane and grinned. "Let's go to that cove the gang used to go to."

Diane nudged Sergei. "I know what you're thinking..." He gives him a light kiss in the mouth. "Just a preview..."

They both started walking through Embassy Row, which was the only path towards the beach. Who knows what'd happen now...

((OOC: Anybody can talk to them if they want. By the way, has Easton contimplated suicide :P))

OOC: Can I foloow you now?

Because such news of this wedding could travel oh so fast, Nokona was dancing about all wimsical and such. Then she spoted the pair a small way down the row, Squeal! She went dashing over in all her Jammishness and dived into the pair.

"Sergei-I-just-heard-your-having-a-wedding-and-you-have-to-invite-the-wait-did-I-ever-actually-meet-you-and-who-are-you-oh-ello-im-nokona-and-theres-a-wedding-but-"

And with that mumbling of one word, she grabbed the Diane person, and planted a big kiss on her forehead. Tossing her back a bit, she turned to Sergei and spat at his feet.

"Nokona, Minister of Security, Fodmodmadtol. I don't believe I've ever properly been introduced to either of you, but a wedding is always fun, no? Sorry if my intrusion is unwanted, but here I am, and thus you are stuck for a few sparse minutes."

((OOC: Anybody can talk to them if they want. By the way, has Easton contimplated suicide :P))


OOC: He wouldn't be an Easton if he didn't ;)

Now Sergei and Diane were covered in an insane amount of jelly. They tried to whipe it off themselves, but it was too sticky, Sergei, being the politician that he is, remained calm.

"Hello Nokona. Didn't you talk to Nikolai over at the meeting in the AU? Anyway, you are invited of course to the wedding." He shook his head. "Why are you covered in jam?"

Diane giggled and licked Sergei's cheek. "I hope you don't plan to clean it up yourself..." She winked at him.

Sergei winked back. "I was, but you convinced me otherwise..."

((OOC: Yes now you can come CE. Let's have a turn order. First Fod, then me, then Camel. Deal? So we can keep track. So after my post Camel you go and you let Fod speak.))

((OOC: Biump))

((OOC: Bump))

][ -Checkofwatch- Camelo Eaterso ][

][ -Checkofwatch- Camelo Eaterso ][

((OOC: Just post. When CE comes back he'll post, I hate bumping this topic...))

"Why yes actually. Nikolai can party like it's nineteen sixty-nine."

A pull of the shifty eyes.

"Well.. We had this Hattarian.. A cheescake.. A goose.. And a pair of batteries.. And then it sort of, well, you can guess what happened. Enough about that, any ideas regarding the wedding yet? Quite interested in this, always loved weddings, although the whole marraige thing is outdated. Good cakes."

OOC: TIOR, the part where you get to have tunnel fights in the Commie revolt is at hand, if youre interested.

"Why yes actually. Nikolai can party like it's nineteen sixty-nine."

A pull of the shifty eyes.

"Well.. We had this Hattarian.. A cheescake.. A goose.. And a pair of batteries.. And then it sort of, well, you can guess what happened. Enough about that, any ideas regarding the wedding yet? Quite interested in this, always loved weddings, although the whole marraige thing is outdated. Good cakes."

Sergei and Diane looked at each other. "We're still planning..." Sergei said.

Diane chuckled. "As in we haven't gotten the slightest clue in what to do."

Sergei nudges Diane. "At least you were honest." He then looked at Nokona. "Did this involve a lubricated banana too?"

((OOC: Ah okay. Sorry Fod, was eating dinner))

"No but it should have involved a lubricated bananna." Jack appears next to Diane and Sergei covered in sand which he shakes off like a dog. He then pulls out an acordion and begins playing Scarlet Tide.

OOC: Sorry I was gone so long had to do chores.

][ -Checkofwatch- Camelo Eaterso ][
You're a nineteen year old bisexual.

You're a nineteen year old bisexual.
And so am I. No hard feelings eh?

][ Eh? ][

"Lubricated banana can break.. And if it breaks.."

A small giggle.

"Anyway, congratulations. We can arrange a wedding gift that can suit the pair of you quite well methinks.. But first must come the wedding. If you need a venue, don't hesitate to ask. But at least use a cucumber.. Or something.. Ehm.. Jam hair.."

Scrambling fingers went on a digging spree.

"Jam, anyone?"

The couple shook their heads. "No thank you." Sergei said. "Me and Diane were heading over to the beach. We need to go now anyway, the sun is setting..."

He pointed towards the sky. "Yes." Diane said. "Good day."

The couple started running towards the beach in an effort to avoid Jack and to get some... private time.

"I'll take some." Jack yells once he gets the jam he hands Nikolai a cucumber in payment.

"I'll let them get to know each other. So you wanna' do something with that cucumber like sculpture or...." Jack trails off.

A long tongue snakes out of Jack's mouth as he scoops up the jelly and swallows. He curses the goose under his breath. Jack runs to catch up with Diane and Sergei.

"Pah. I have a goose to deal with."

Palmfull of jam smothered along Jacks face.

"Live well."

And a saunter off to deal with a goose.

As Jack was running he tripped over something that looked like a mushroom it popped up and said. "Hello and peace to you I'm one very strange event and I'm pretty sure that I'm in this sto..." Before he could finish Jack had wrung his neck and was eating him. Whispering "I'm the insane creature from another universe in this story you bastard." He then ran to try and keep up with Diane and Sergei.

Jack pulls out his acordion, bagpipes, and fiddle. He spawns two more of himself and they each pick up an instrument and began to play The Curragh of Kildare.
OOC: A very romantic song I thought it would help to set the mood for them a little more.

big boy records what?

"Hum."

Goose craddled in arms, she passed a bulliten board.

"Why not."

She set the hogtied goose to the ground, reached into her pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper. Tilt back of head, and she spat on the board, and stuck the paper up on that.

[ Lease a New New-England Port Today! ] (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=357994)

She lifted the goose, and set off to the bakery.

((OOC: Bump, real post coming soon, have mercy.))

Sergei and Diane arrived at the cove, still covered in jelly they laughed. It was dark, the water was quiet. Diane sighed as she rested her head on his lap.

"Remember the days Sergei?" She said.

"Ya... from childhood to college, we used to come to this cove. Alex would fight with Rosta, Orcha would laugh. We'd help each other with homework... what happened?" He said.

Diane shrugged. "I don't know. It was election time, I was mad at you for being nominated..."

Sergei raised his brow. "So you were never capitalist?"

Diane shook her head. "Yes I was, I was supposed to be your opponent. They said if I killed you off, I'd be nominated."

Sergei sighed. "We were stupider... we still are in a way."

Diane chuckled and sat on Sergei's lap. "Well, we didn't come here to talk. Or did we?" She slipped her hand towards Sergei's zipper and started unzipping it.

Sergei grinned. "On the contrary." She threw him and herself towards the water. "We came to swim!"

Diane screamed but then laughed. She swam over to him and started rubbing her leg against his. "Oh... I know what you want." She said. Diane started taking off her own clothes, then helping Sergei out of his. They just at first started kissing, but you know it got more then that, like I need to point out every friken detail...

As soon as they were done, they really couldn't get back on coast... they were naked... ya...

Sergei chuckled. "That was wonderful."

Diane giggled. "I never knew you were like this Sergei."

Sergei blushed. "Neither did I really... now how are we going to get our clothes back?"

Now they floated there... naked... at night... alone... with no clothes... oy.

][ I have such an urge to let the goose come flying down.. ][

][ I have such an urge to let the goose come flying down.. ][

((OOC: Eh, this is the part when anybody can come again. I'm just waiting for somebody... I mean how are they going to get dressed again?))

After the earlier fainting episode, Count Easton was looking foward to a nice quiet night. After dinner he decided to go down to the beach for a swim. Dressed in the standard Hamptonian bathing suit (http://museum.region.halton.on.ca/Collections/ArtifactShowcase/bathing_suits.jpg), Count Easton entered the cold ocean water.

You know, this is exactly what I need. A nice swim in brisk water, it reminds me of my childhood. he thought to himself.

After swimming for nearly twenty minutes, and since there was a protective net that kept people from going out to sea, he decides to flip over on his back and just let the tide carry him for a while. Nearly falling asleep after a few minutes, he hears some activity in the water ahead of him.

He quickly turns over and looks to see what the activity is.

"Presidet Sergei!" he shrieks as he recognizes who the man is.



OOC: Poor, poor Count Easton

Diane swam up behind Sergei as to hide herself. Sergei raised a brow, chuckling at Easton's ridiciulous bathing suit. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

"Do you have any extra clothes on you?"

Ironically, some underwear floated by Easton as he said this. Sergei recognized his red boxers and chuckled.

"Yes... that's mine."

((OOC: Do Easton's have bad luck too :P))

"Goose! Get back here!"

A squak as it flapped about. Pity geese could fly. It fluttered over a paticularly steep embakment, Nokona chasing it right over, and flying off into the air. Pity she couldn't fly

"Goose!"

And she did a spectacular cannonball, crashing into the water. A splash, and a few minutes of bubbling. The goose flittered about over the water for a bit before choosing it didn't paticularly want to get wet, and decided on a perch. The Hamptonshire mans head would do.

She surfaced with much flailing, and took a nice gasp.

"Goose.. I swear, if you weren't due for the Babka I would lock you with the Hattarian.."

Treading water with a goose on his head, Count Easton watches in pure horror as Sergei puts his shorts back on.

My GOD! They're...naked! he says to himself.

"Extra clothes...well yes. I have several sets with me, if you'll swim with me toward the shore they're right there." Easton tires to swim without making eye contact with the two naked people with him and without disrupting the bird now perched on his head.



OOC: Easton's are the most Hamptonian Hamptonians around. If a standard Hamptonian is a Fraiser Crane, an Easton is a Niles Crane.

The half dressed Sergei and the naked Diane swim over to the shore. It was night, so no public. They spot the extra clothes and they thought to themselves. Can't wait till I get home... A few minutes later and boom, they were dressed up somewhat. Sergei looked at Easton and chuckled.

"Heh, this'll be in the newspaper. Thank God the Rosians won't care."

Diane held Sergei's arm. "Hm, they're shallow as ever aren't they?"

Sergei chuckled. "Yes ironically." He looked over at Easton. "Can we have a ride or something?"

"You're making off with my goose! Stop! In the name of the weakly derived power held by the Fodmodmadtolian law!"

And she made a dash through the water, with great splashing, towards the one with a goose perched on his head. Then she stopped, and began to tread water right there. She fumbled about a bit underneath, and pulled up a pair of pants.

"..Eh? Damn.. Pants pollution.. "

To the goose! Charge!

Tossing the bird off his head, Easton led Sergei and Diane to his wait mode of transportation- a Hannibal APC (http://s3.invisionfree.com/WorldTech_Industries/index.php?showtopic=35).

As the rear hatch opens, Count Easton feels both of them giving him a 'look'.

"I prize my security..." they still stare at him.

Drying his hair off, he becomes flustered, again, "Just tell the driver where you two want to go." he says as he puts his suit jacket back on.

Sergei cleared his throat. "I apologize for anything I might've done. I know that this is hard on you, and I am willing to repay it. If you don't want to take me to the Villa, you don't have to. I'll walk..."

Diane nodded. "Yes, I haven't been an angel either... I guess we just can't control ourselves."

Sergei chuckled and whispered to Diane. "We're still stupid." Diane chuckled. "Yes we are." She replied.

Sergei looked at Easton again. "We'll walk." Sergei and Diane now motions to leave the APC...

Taking the opportunity, Count Easton quickly sees the two off.

"Alright, goodbye, see you next time." he says while frantically motioning the APC's commander to close the rear door.

With a pop of the clutch and a puff of smoke, Count Easton goes on his way back to his residence.

"If I see Sergei again...I'll just loose it." Easton says to the APC Commander.

Jack wonders down with the three version of himself band. He sees Count Easton in a Hannibal APC to go swiming and laughs right there. He then turns to Diane and Sergei each version of himself sinking their eyes in as they start up When a Man Loves a Woman. Then Jack notices Nokona and yells "Hey I still have a cucumber."

Taking the opportunity, Count Easton quickly sees the two off.

"Alright, goodbye, see you next time." he says while frantically motioning the APC's commander to close the rear door.

They looked at each other. Sergei smiled. "Don't worry Diane, I'll see if I can get him demoted." He sighed. "I guess we're spending the night..."

Diane stretched her arms up and sat on the sand. She patted a piece of sand next to her. "Sit."

Sergei sighed and rested his head on her shoulder. "We're stuck for awhile..."

Diane started petting his head. "I'm sure you can last one night on the beach..."

Sergei sighed. "I hope so..."

The Three Man Jack Band (TMJB for future reference) comes up behind Diane and Sergei and says in unison "What would you like to hear?"

The Three Man Jack Band (TMJB for future reference) comes up behind Diane and Sergei and says in unison "What would you like to hear?"

Sergei sighed. "I want to hear a car coming to pick me and Diane up..."

The one with a bagpipe does a suprisingly good immatation of a car.

The one with a bagpipe does a suprisingly good immatation of a car.

Diane raised her brow. "We're here for a long time..."

((OOC: Nobody wanna pick em up? =/ ))

Jack melts together. He pulls out a cellphone and dials a number. "Yeah it's me again umm yeah." He leans over and says "What do you two want on your pizza?"

((OOC: Nobody wanna pick em up? =/ ))


Allison Easton (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/9c6d5acc.jpg), Count Joseph Easton's wife, was in her car driving along the beach front looking for her husband. For the past day, she was told by his aides, the Count has been acting as if under great stress. She was concerned that with his brother's resignation, Joseph may do something rash.

Parking her BMW, she started walking along the beach when she noticed two people. That man looks familiar. she thinks while continuing to walk to the two people.

"President Sergei?" she asks in disbelief "What are you doing here?"

"Pepperoni." The both say.

Sergei shook his head, realizing this was a good chance to leave. "Tell them to pick us up too."

Diane rolled her eyes. Now we owe the bastard... She thought. Diane then spotted the driver and stoot up.

"Please! Get us out of here! I'm the fiancee of President Sergei! We were going to go on the Hamptonian's Ambassador APC, but we didn't want to seem rude."

Sergei waved his hand and joined Diane. "Can you take us home?" He said.

Boy, that sounds like Joe. she sighs quietly to herself.

"Of course I can take you anywhere you need to be." she says while bringing the two to her car. "I should probably introduce myself, I'm Allison Easton. Ambassador Easton's wife."

"Ok pepperoni and deliver that to the usual location. Thanks" He looks directly at Diane. "I am not a bastard I was sent by a higher power to make sure you two got together." He tips back a silver flask "Wench." He whispers barely audible.

Jack hops in the trunk of Count Easton's wife's car.

Boy, that sounds like Joe. she sighs quietly to herself.

"Of course I can take you anywhere you need to be." she says while bringing the two to her car. "I should probably introduce myself, I'm Allison Easton. Ambassador Easton's wife."

Sergei stretched his arms as he entered the car. Then Diane sat next to him, she was quite tired. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm President Sergei, but you know that." He gave a kiss to Diane's head. "This is my fiancee. Diane Radir, soon to be Diane Ilyanov. As you may have noticed we're wearing Easton's clothes."

Diane smiled and nudged Sergei. "I think that doesn't require explanation."

Sergei chuckled. "Yes. Can you take us to the Villa? I feel bad really, I should've been nicer to Easton..." He sighed.

Allison started the car and starting driving toward the Villa.

"I did notice you were wearing something weird. You don't usually see Rosians wearing Hamptonian business formal wear." Allison said with a chuckle. Unlike her husband, Allison was warm and friendly person.

"If you're worried by my husband and his feelings, don't. You have to learn that most upper class Hamptonian males are, well, stiff, prissy, and slightly Puritanical. It's their wives that keep them in check." she glances in the rear view mirror and smiles at Diane.

Making a sharp right hand turn, she finally realizes that Sergei said that he and Diane are engaged. "You're engaged! That's terrific. I know, Your Execellency, that you've been single your entire life. It's nice that you two have found each other."

Jack was thrown around in the trunk. He was pissed that he had to make sure that they stayed together but if he shirked his duties... No! He refused to think what would happen if they didn't get married. He had a duty to protect the Universe at all costs even his own life.

Sergei shrugged. "I need to worry abit thought. I don't want relations between our two nations to die because he saw me naked on the beach."

Diane rolled her eyes. "Ironically, he sees himself naked everyday..."

Sergei chuckled. "Yes it is, and he should've noticed the nudists by now too." He paused. "Why do Hamptonians call me 'Your Excellency?' I'm far from it. Rosians just call me Sergei or Mr. President at most." He shrugged.

Diane chuckled. "So how did you meet each other? You two are worlds seperated. No offense."

"It would take alot more than two naked people to damage Rosian-Hamptonian Relations." Allison said while winding her way through some light traffic.

"I call you "Your Excellency" because you are President. It's the proper Style of Address for a person in your position. It's just one of those habits you can't kick, you know?" she came to a stop at a red light.

"Joe, Count Easton, and I met at the Port Easton Royal Institute of International Studies. We both were working on our doctorates in International Relations. While on the outside he may seem cold and stiff, once I got to know him I realized that he's a warm and caring man who has always had to live in the shadow of his older brother.

When I first started dating him, I was nearly overwhelmed. The Easton family is one of the oldest and richest families in all of Hamptonshire. Two Provinces are named after the family, dozens of schools, and the forth largest city in Hamptonshire is Port Easton. While I don't exactly feel comfortable in high society, I love Joseph and he loves me. At the end of the day our two worlds disappear and it's just the two of us."

With one final turn, she came to the Villa.

"Here we are, Your Excell...Sergei."

"Finally a damn bed." Is heard comig from the trunk. "By the way they met over a lubricated cucumber... Wait no they didn't that was me and some girl in Tripoli."

The couple stepped out the BMW smiling. "Thank you for your kindness." Diane said. "I'm tired Sergei..." She yawned after she said this.

Sergei picked up Diane and cradled her in his arms. Diane let out a small yelp, but then smiled. She put her arms around his neck and was whisked away inside the Villa. Sergei ran up the stairs, through the hall, and inside their room.

Diane jumped out of Sergei's arms and patted the spot next to her. "Sleep with me." Sergei grinned and joined her, putting themselves under the covers, they cuddled for the rest of the night as they slept... the next day would mean planning the wedding...

Jack jumped out of the trunk and ambled toward the villa. He hopped up the stairs and jumped into the guest room bed.
OOC: Poor Jack he's all alone at night with no one to love him.

OOC: Poor Jack he's all alone at night with no one to love him.

((OOC: There are sex clubs in TIOR...))

((OOC: There are sex clubs in TIOR...))
Although it's appealing I don't mean like that. You know not entirely carnal sort of loving.

OOC: Hey I have to go!!! SLEEP!!!!!!!!

((OOC: Real post coming soon...))

Anne-Marie walks through the dawn in TIOR towards the villa, carrying a briefcase. As she passes an alley mouth three youths step out and accost her. After a moments indecision about how to deal with them she employs the silenced submachinegun in the case to shoot them all down. When she reaches the villa she lets herself in and goes into a side office to wait for the passing of Sergei and Diane.

OOC: hope it's not too late to join

((OOC: I don't want them dead, you do realize that?))

Sergei wakes up, but Diane's already getting dressed. He yawned, looking up at Diane.

"You should've waked me... hand me my gun." Diane smiled and threw him his Colt .45, which was on safety, but Sergei fixed that. Sergei got dressed in his usual attire. It was time to go to work. Diane joined him of course, work as in plan the wedding, Orcha would run the nation for now.

Sergei entered the office with Diane in hand, he tilted his head and raised his brow. "And you are?" He asked.

((OOC: Great... they're offline...))

((OOC: Uni you're online now, POST))

OOC: The (very numerous) weapons are for her protection

IC: "Oh, have we not met yet? Well let me introduce myself, I am Anne-Marie UVV, Ambassador. If you were wondering about the weapons they aren't to kill you with, they are for my protection (OOC: 1 HK MP5K in the briefcase, 1 HK MP7 in her jacket, 1 Colt 1911 in her skirt, 12 1 shot pens in her pockets and briefcase, 4 throwing knives, a 8 inch combat knife in her newspaper, and 17 pencils with blades in the center of them in the case!). Congratulations on your impending wedding" She says, while standing up and waiting for their reply.

OOC: I know it's a lot of guns, but we are very big on security.

Sergei walks over to a glass case on the wall, it contained an HK G36 Commando inside. He punched it and removed it, bearing it proudly and chuckled. "Rosians are big on security too. You may have noticed everyone has a gun. There are no gun laws here."

Diane rolled her eyes. "Still a gun freak?"

Sergei grinned and walked over to her. "You know me..." He looked over at Anne. "So what do you want Anne?"

((OOC: Bimp))

((OOC: Dude where's my bump?))

((OOC: Cump))

((OOC: Dump))