NationStates Jolt Archive

Embassy Row was beautiful. The Rosian Flag hanging everywhere, roses stationed in key positions, people in suits, and basically a large audience sitting in chairs. The day was sunny, doesn't look like it was going to rain. The Villa was totally white, with a large Rosian flag hanging from the main window.

The music started playing, you know, standard wedding march. General Alexander Roska was the best man. The ring bearer was a small child, the Bride's maiden was the Minister of Culture, Rosa Yulto. Archbishop Sergei Kreshnech stood there with his big hat thing under the little domish thing in where the couple would be wed.

The Bride arrived, led by the flower girl, which was another small child. Diane arrived, in a beautiful hand made white dress. The couple smiled at each other and the Archbishop started the services.

"We are gathered here today to see a man and a woman to be wed under God. Now, I don't know these fancy words for marriages, but when God is involved, who needs it?" The Archbishop said. "These two are old schoolfriends, and after 52 years, they finally find out the love each other. Imagine that. You may now exchange your wedding vows."

Sergei got on his knee as he cusped Diane's hand. "We might have our differences. And I don't have a long vow planned. But I promise to protect you till I die, and I promise to be with you forever."

Diane smiled. "I promise to be a good wife, not to complain that much, and love you forever."

Sergei stood up. The Archbishop chuckled. "Diane, do you?" Diane nodded. "Yes she said."

The Archbishop looked at Sergei. "Do you?"

A laser passed towards Sergei's head, it was a gun's laser. Sergei turned around luckily and drew his Colt .45. Bang! It was a sniper. He fell down, positioned on top of one of the Embassies. Sergei smirked. "I sure as hell don't wanna die today." He said. He looked at the Archbishop, who was chuckling at the incident. "But I do want to marry Diane." Sergei said as he smiled.

The Archbishop raised his hands in praise. "You are now man and wife! Kiss damn it!"

Sergei and Diane gave each other a passionate kiss as the audience cheered. When the kiss was over, Sergei shouted. "Let's party!"

The Party began...

((OOC: Don't take responsibility for the sniper attack. Also, just pretend you're already there, and like always, this is open. But no one sentence posts. Now, come, let's parteeee))

"Anne, if it were any other country I'd be surprised or alarmed by the incident in the Cathedral." the Grand Duke said to his niece while walking with toward the reception hall.

"Yeah...I'll promise not to tell the Omega Guards if you don't." Princess Patricia Anne said with a mischevious smile.

Braced against the arm of his niece, the Grand Duke began to laugh, "If they knew about what happened, they'd whisk me out of TIOR at this very moment."

Entering the room where Sergei and his new wife were holding their party, the Grand Duke and the Princess made their way toward the new couple.

"Do you have the gifts?" the Grand Duke asked her.

"Yes, right here. Don't worry, uncle." she said while motioning to her small handbag.

They both walked up to the happy newlyweds.

(OOC: You said President J.L. could be there, right?)

Minister Ciano of the Psovian Department of Foreign Affairs was seated in a remote corner of the room holding an empty fluke of Champagne. He had always hated weddings, but his boss had insisted on his attending the event as a gesture of good faith. Ciano stood and walked over to the hordoevres, "the only mildly interesting thing in the room," he thought. Of course nothing on the table interested him, He might as well do his job ,he looked over at the president, he was currently engaged in conversation with another person. He spotted the pate, and decided court flattery could wait.

((OOC: Of course!))

Sergei nudged Diane. "That looks like the Grand Duke. Reginald right?"

Diane nodded. "Oh now you remember. Come, let's greet them."

The couple walked up to the Grand Duke and his lady friend, well, that's who they thought he was anyway. Sergei extended his hand.

"Welcome Reginald. I'm sorry about the incident. I don't know who it was, but I'm sure the police will find out soon."

Diane looked at the Princess. "I hope you're enjoying your stay here. What's your name?"

"Don't worry about it Sergei, I'm not." the Grand Duke says while shaking Sergei's hand.

Princess Patricia Anne extended her hand out to greet Diane. "I'm very much enjoying my time here in your fine nation." the Princess says while greeting the new couple. "You may not remember it President Sergei, but I think we've met once before in Automagfreek," she pauses for a moment, "I'm Princess Patricia Anne Cessar, MC*. I'm the niece and adopted daughter of the Grand Duke." she says while tilting her head toward her uncle.

Leaning over, the Grand Duke quietly whispers something in Anne's ear. She then removes a closed box from her handbag.

"This is a gift to you, Diane, from the People and Royal Family of Hamptonshire." the Princess says as she hands the gift (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/P65-S.jpg) over to Diane. "It's a crystal rose with solid gold leaves."

Taking a small object out of his niece's handbag, the Grand Duke tucks it into his pocket.

"Sergei, you wouldn't happen to have some sort of sword on you that I could borrow for a second?" he asks.


*- Member of Congress

Commissar Boris Komarovski had a glass of wine in one hand, and his other arm was busy holding the couples wedding present, neatly rapped in a Halladi flag. Juggled all of this, took off his cap and wiped his foreheard. He then put his cap back on, and nearly dropped the present. Luckily, he caught it. Seeing the Psovian guest, he made his way over there.

"Greetings, comrade. You're from Psov, no?"

Sitting in one of the front rows was President J.L., smiling pleasantly. Next to him sat his wife, First Lady Thiensiri, who was so astonishingly beautiful that a large percentage of the audience watched her rather than the wedding. Her beauty was without parallel. Even some of the women stared.
J.L. leaned over and whispered, "Er, honey, I'm sorry, but you seem to be distracting some of the others, would you mind stepping outside?"
"I don't mind, dear," she said, giggling, and J.L.'s bodyguards escorted her out of the room.
On J.L.'s other side sat Secretary of Technology Fitten, who was weeping hysterically and blowing his nose with a tissue. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-It's all so...so...so...beautiful," he said, sobbing.

Sergei points at the two stairs of the Grand Hall. In between those two stairs was a glass case. It had a label that said Reiterpallash and was made of wood. The swords itself was a rapier, with a blue handle. Sergei chuckled. "God knows why you need it, but have at it."

He then looked at the Patricia. "Yes I remember you. How have you been?"

Diane opened the box and smiled. "It's so beautiful! I'll be sure to put it as a decoration. It must've been expensive!"

General Alexander approached Sergei. He looked like Patton and acted like him really. Only thing is that his accent was slightly Russian. He hugged Sergei. "Comrade! Congratulations! I knew you two would marry one day!"

Sergei chuckled. "This is my Minister of War, General Alexander Roska. The rest of the Ministry is spread out mingling. But you should know abit about him."

Alexander was 52 years old also. He bowed towards Patricia. "A pleasure."

Sergei raised his brow. "Alexander, stop a lady's man."

Alexander grinned. "I can't I'm damned to be one."

They both gave off a hearty laugh as Diane rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys. she thought.

"Brosco" whispered the Sultan
"Mer" Grunted his personal boucer
"I want this place secure, find any other terrorist, those guys come in twos, like nuns, only nuns are tougher, now go!"
"Mer" Awnsered Brosco

Later, the Sultan was standing near his friend, Sergi of TIOR, and his wife, Diane.
"Sergi, you ceartainly are a lucky fellow to get a bride such as this"
"And what a wonderful prcession, too"

While the Grand Duke prepares himself, Princess Patricia Anne continues the conversation.

"I've been very well, save for the political troubles at home. As for the gift, think nothing of the cost." she says as General Alexander 'does his stuff'.

Politely laughing at the scene, she begins to blush. "Thank you General Roska. You are certainly a...distinguished figure."

Seeing his niece blushing, the Grand Duke comes back into the conversation, holding the rapier in his right hand and something clenched in his left fist.

"Sergei, will you please kneel?" he asks while stepping right infront of the Rosian president.

Sergei chuckled. "Yes, she is wonderful."

The couple was hopelessly in love. They were in a state of euphoria really, Sergei's never been in love and Diane has never been in a lasting relationship. They're old friends they are, but 8 years ago that was destroyed. Well, all is forgiven, but something's going on. God knows what.

Diane grinned. "You don't need to tell me that."

Sergei nodded to the Grand Duke's request, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but one of his most trusted allies wouldn't kill him off.

On J.L.'s other side sat Secretary of Technology Fitten, who was weeping hysterically and blowing his nose with a tissue. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-It's all so...so...so...beautiful," he said, sobbing.
The PM of Sanctaphrax, Cowlquape Pentephraxis went up to the couple and introduced himself. Meanwhile his wife was sitting with some lady from Roach-Busters who wouldn't stop crying, so naturally she joined her. It was enough to drown out the DJ!

"That reminds me" Says the Sultan
"Sergi, I have something of great importance to give you"
"If you would kindly kneel, I would like to give both you and your wife the Inkanan Medal of Harmony, the highest honour one can achieve without being in the Inkanan military."
"I had one specially made for you, complete with the Rosian Flag, and you profile."

Standing in front of the now kneeling President Sergei, Grand Duke Reginald Leopold I began to raise the sword. He tried to keep it perfectly still, but at 75 years of age he sword did quiver in his hands.

"Sergei Ilyanov, in recognition for your service to the Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire and your service to those organizations which are crucial to the Hamptonian People, I hereby knight you..." he tapped the sword twice on Sergei's left shoulder and then twice on his right, "Sir Sergei Ilyanov, Knight Commander of the Order of the Hamptonian Empire. Whenever in such lands as the Government of Hamptonshire reigns, you shall be afforded the Rights and Honors of your title and position. May the friendship between our two people continue for a thousand years."

"Rise, Sir Sergei." the Grand Duke says while pinning on him the medal signifying his elevation to the title of Knight Commander of the Order of the Hamptonian Empire (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/2004jewlmid.jpg).

Sergei stood up, his head looking at the Duke. "You didn't have to do this."

Diane looked on as Sergei was being knighted. She thought And what are those rights?

Alexander chuckled. Sergei was not known as a leader back then, more known as a lose cannon. The only thing that straightened him out was the Air Force.

Rosa Yulto, the Minister of Culture, the Bride's maid. She walked towards the two that were sobbing and raised her brow. "And why are you two crying?"

Rosa was an Hispanic woman. 35. She was wearing a business suit, she usually wore this to important meetings, though she liked casual more then anything else. She wore sleek glasses and had her hair in a small bun in the back. She had a slight tan and wore normal shoes, hm.

Looking Sergei straight in the eyes, he Grand Duke responded "I didn't have to, I wanted to." He began to smile.

Princess Patricia looked at her uncle It's been so long since he's been truly happy. It's nice to see him like this again.

The Grand Duke handed the sword to General Roska.

Alexander received the sword and spinned it around while talking to Sergei. "You know, I've gotten better."

Sergei raised his brow. "Just because you beat an old lady does not mean you've gotten better."

Alexander waved the sword around. "Yes I have!"

Sergei grabbed the arm that contained the sword and bent it. Alexander dropped the sword from the pain and Sergei kicked it up, grabbing it with his other hand in which he then put the point in Alexander's chest. "You haven't gotten better."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Blah."

Witnessing the scene, the Grand Duke just laughed. His niece came up to him and asked if she could go about the party by herself for a while.

"Alright." he whispered, "I'll stay right here for now."

Komarovski made his way over to Sergei.

"Comrade Premier Ilyanov!" The Commissar exclaimed, putting down his drink and gift and saluting. "Congratulations on behlaf of the Halladi Federation!"

He grabbed the gift, an M41A1 Pulse Rifle, and offered it to Sergei.

Ciano downed another Fluke of Champagne and made his way over to The President stumbling breifly.

Premier Robertson was in a rather cheerful mood as he wandered about the party. He noted what appeared to be a Halladi offer some sort of firearm to Sergei; he breifly wondered what model it was...

In the meanwhile; he decided to procure some sort of drink, then offer Sergei the present that he had under one arm. So he wandered off to find something to drink.

A large blue troll with horns and a kilt stepped forward and thrust a crudley wrapped gift in Sergei's face. It spoke in a deep tremor totally incomprehensible. When it was done a man in a viking helm with large horns and an equally large kilt stepped forward and said. "Forgive Talla he don't know english. What he was saying was that this gift is from Jack" At this point the viking takes off his helm and crosses himself with it. "These presents are the Sword of Nahull Creek. It was said to have been wielded by only the bravest warriors and their souls are within this sword. Any who hold it gain their strength and bravery. The Eye of the Protecter put this into the same room as your children and no harm will befall them. The Blood Water it will purify the blood of all who so much as taste a drop. And" The viking pulls something wrapped in cloth from behind him carefully unwinding the cloth that bound it. Revealing a simple oaken fiddle. "And this is all that is left of Jack." The troll and the viking turn quickly and leave.

Krehid approached Sergi, he held a box, wrapped in gold foil.
"My friend, I would like to give this to you."
Inside the box was a platnium-plated 9mm Luger elegentaly engraved with the Rosian Flag, and The newly wed's potraits.
"I hope you enjoy this gift"

((OOC: Will respond now!))

Sergei accepted the M4A1 Pulse Rifle and started aiming it around. "Thank you! I'll be sure to use this in the firing range!"

Diane raised her brow. "Just don't fire it here." She looked at the Luger and swiped it. "Ooh! Luger!" She was about to fire when Sergei pointed his gun at her.

"Just don't fire it here?" He said.

Diane grinned and put it inside her dress. "Touche."

Sergei handed the gun to a random guard, to which he carried it upstairs. Sergei then looked at the viking and nodded, another guard arrived and started carrying the stuff upstairs. "Thank you."

Sergei smiled. "Now come! Salsa people salsa!"

Salsa music started playing throughout the Grand Hall. Sergei picked Diane up and started dancing rapidly with her, doing fancy moves and the like. The Rosians chose a partner and joined it, now what about the delegates...

OOC: It's an M41A1 Pulse Rifle, not an M4 Carbine.

OOC: It's an M41A1 Pulse Rifle, not an M4 Carbine.

((OOC: Well I'm not saying the entire name man :P ))

OOC: Do it!! DO IT!! *plays AVP2 more*

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Walking around the room, the Grand Duke begins to snap his fingers to the tune of the salsa music playing. He gets himself a drink, leans aganist a comfortable looking wall, and continues to snap his fingers to the tune of the music.

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Princess Patricia, hearing the music, got an urge to dance. Looking around for a partner, she spots General Roska.

Quickly walking to him, she asks for a dance.

General Alexander bows. "Well of course! I'd love to dance with a beauty such as yourself."

He grabs Patricia by the waist and puts her in the position to dance salsa. "You know how to dance right?" He leads her to the music, which is very fast and rapid by now. He throws her up, catching her and leading her again. "I hope that didn't make you sick." He said as he led her along to the music.

General Alexander bows. "Well of course! I'd love to dance with a beauty such as yourself."

He grabs Patricia by the waist and puts her in the position to dance salsa. "You know how to dance right?" He leads her to the music, which is very fast and rapid by now. He throws her up, catching her and leading her again. "I hope that didn't make you sick." He said as he led her along to the music.

He thinks that would make me sick? My father would take me up in fighter jets and trainers before my tenth birthday. she thought while keeping pace with General Alexander.

She shows him some special moves she picked up at college.

Looking over Vice-Emporer's Shoulder He(Emporer DeVol)noticed a man in a GameFAQs shirt.Walking over,He asked the man "Are you CjayC?"

The man Anserwed "Yes''

"I think",said the Emporer "I speak for the whole region when i do this"


POWwent CjayC as the Emporer Punched him

"Now where were we" he said as everybody stared at him

A midget in a cloak appears sitting at a table before he finally jumps onto the dance floor. Doing a whirligig hear and there to accentuate the moves of the salsa. He produces a very tiny drum and pounds it in time with the music.

Alexander smiled. "Heh, not alot of people know how to dance our brand of salsa." He swung Patricia under his legs and brought her back up. "But I'm better." He said this as grinned. He dipped her and spinned her about, then doing some fancy moves.

Sergei watched as Alexander dance with Patricia and then looked at Diane. "He was always a lady's man." Diane looked at Alexander also and grinned. "Oh shut up and dance. Besides, I'll spice things up after the party if you focus on the dance." Sergei grinned also and ignored Alexander. "Who is this Alexander?" He said playfully as they danced some more.

The Grand Duke was enjoying his drink and the music when he noticed his niece dancing quite wildly with a man.

What is she doing? he says to himself as he strains to see the man she's dancing with. That's General Alexander. He's almost twice her age.

He readies himself to go over and talk to Patricia, but corrects himself.

"I'll leave them alone." he says as the two continue to 'get down'.

Alexander looked at the Grand Duke, then turning to Patricia. "He looks pretty lonely, would you like to join him?" Alexander was a gentleman too. Sure he loved to be with woman, but not at the expense of other people, sort of a light vrs. dark thing. And right now, the light was beating the dark.

Alexander looked at the Grand Duke, then turning to Patricia. "He looks pretty lonely, would you like to join him?" Alexander was a gentleman too. Sure he loved to be with woman, but not at the expense of other people, sort of a light vrs. dark thing. And right now, the light was beating the dark.

"That look...that's just they way he always looks. Uncle Reg prefers to be alone, besides he has a plastic knee. He can't dance." Patricia said while still dancing.

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Smiling ever so slightly, the Grand Duke waves to Patricia and the General and then he walks away.

I could use a good peach. I hope I can find one. he thinks while finishing his drink.

The emporer and his aids walked toward Segei with the gifts. The two aids were struggling with a huge crate in wrapping paper.

"Damn bubble wrap..." one of them muttered to himself.

"Gimme that you friggin' weaklings!" said the emporer to the two aids, picking the crate up with one arm.

Damn, this thing must weigh three hundred pounds. What the hell did I get them again? he thought to himself.

"Yo Sergei! I got you and your wife a present!" yelled the emporer to Sergei.

Sergei cringed. "I guess we need to stop dancing for now." Diane sighed as she followed Sergei towards the Emporer. One thing about being a politician, impromptu meetings. And one thing about being a politician's wife, impromptu meetings you need to go to.

Sergei extended his hand. "I am the President, and this is my wife." Diane nodded as she smiled. Sergei looked at the box. "And that is..."

The emporer smiled.

"Well, lets find out.." he said, ripping the top of the box off, and revealing several nice weapons.

"Ahhh, lets see. For the lovely bride, we have a Walther P99, a PPK, a PPK/S, a Browning .32. And for the groom, we got an XM8 carbine, an F2000 WITH attached grenade launcher," he said, in almost Q-like fashion, "also got a P90, and finnaly, a Type 95 with a nice little red dot site," he said, obviously pleased with himself.

The couple's jaw dropped, both jumping at the weapons. Sergei specifically liked the P90. He always loved small automatic guns. He pointed it around. "Thank you! I shant forget this!" He said.

Diane stood up, clearing her throat, picking up the numerous pistols. "Just more weapons to defend myself with..." She stuffed the pistols inside her dress' many pockets. Diane and Sergei rejoined as the guards started picking up the weapons on the floor. "Thank you." Sergei said. "How's your stay here?"

"Oh, no problem. I happen to be enjoying my stay in your wounderful country, as a matter of fact. Perhaps we can go shooting sometime?" the emporer had been a sniper in the Marine Corps before he had made it known that he was the true heir to the throne.

President Nicholas Crescent walked into the lavishly decorated hall. Glancing around at the Rosian flags, but felt as if he stuck out, both because of his species, and the fact that everyone had a dance partner. It was pleasent, but his training as a Dragon Knight (Our Elite Special Ops) kept him aware of his surroundings. Keeping his ceremonial blade with him, he walked up to the newlyweds, he was sure there were people ready to take him out if he made a wrong move, but kept stride.
"Congradulations." He said, "I hope my country or I can be of some help to you, and your family someday."

Sergei nodded. "Of course, no problem. There's a shooting range nearby. Thing is, we can't go hunting, no forests, just endless fields..."

Diane nudged Sergei. "I'm tired, I want to sit." She whispered to him. Sergei nodded.

"Well, my feet are tired, I'm going to go sit down. Enjoy the party." Sergei said. He and Diane walked away towards a remoted little corner of the room. They sat, and Diane rested her head on Sergei's shoulder.

"I hope you don't hold a party everyday." She said.

Sergei chuckled. "No, just on special occasions, let's just relax now..."

They both sighed as Sergei held Diane's hand. Sergei looked as the President of Raptorian Federation approached him and greeted him. Sergei smiled.

"Ah thank you comrade." He said. "I just hope we don't go to war one day." Sergei chuckled as Diane started drifting off on Sergei's shoulder.

OOC: Where did the sniper attack come from? U read my earlier post? ^^^

OOC: Where did the sniper attack come from? U read my earlier post? ^^^

((OOC: From an Embassy. And I did, read my last post.))

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OOC: Give me some General Alexander stuff, and then I can do some postage.

OOC: Ok, I think I see, did you mix me up with the Raptorine Federation?

We all hope war never will plauge our countries, but, unfortunately, it doesnt work out that way.
He grimaced as someone stepped on his tail.
I'm going to get out of the way, before anything unfortunate happens to my extremities."

OOC: Ok, I think I see, did you mix me up with the Raptorine Federation?

We all hope war never will plauge our countries, but, unfortunately, it doesnt work out that way.
He grimaced as someone stepped on his tail.
I'm going to get out of the way, before anything unfortunate happens to my extremities."

Sergei chuckled. "You should've wore armor down there. Hell, I always were a cup."

Diane began snoring as she fell asleep. Sergei smiled and looked at her head. "Isn't she beautiful? Well, I shant keep you long. You can leave if you want."

((OOC: Yes I did, sorry >_<))

they were standing in a corner, watching the party. there were four of them, adn they were obviously divided into two sides. the two leaders of the groups appeared to be arguing, but about what, only a dakaran or someone schooled in thier language could tell.

on one side, there was the very professional looking , suit wearing, Premier Zukhov, and Ambassador Kerin and his wife.

On the other there is the Emperor Dak, young (19) and dressed in ceremonial armor. He was with a rather large man, and a preistess.

Not wishing to Be around the perpetually arguing Twin governments, Kerin and His wife, S'sha (english speakers just call her Sasha), left to try and find the President. Kerin had not seen him since the event at his Villa, and wanted to catch up with him.

He walked over to the nearest empty table, and sat, watching the rest of the crowd enjoy themselves. He wasn't set to leave for a while, and contented himself to drinking some water.

Not wishing to Be around the perpetually arguing Twin governments, Kerin and His wife, S'sha (english speakers just call her Sasha), left to try and find the President. Kerin had not seen him since the event at his Villa, and wanted to catch up with him.

Sergei watched as Kerin approached him, he stood up, but that caused Diane's head to fall on the chair. "Ow!" She said. She looked up at the couple Sergei was talking too and stood up, adjusting her dress. She looked at the woman.

"Hello." She said. "I hope you're enjoying your stay here."

Sergei extended his hand, he looked familiar, but finally he spoke. "Kerin! I remember you! How are you old friend." He gave him a big hug. "Tell me, how are you doing?"

"We are doing great comrade, exciting things are happening in Dakara, very exciting things."

he looked as though he would have continued speaking, but the raven-haired woman on his arm elbowed him.

"Oh! This is my wife Sasha, Mr. president" then in a lower voice "forgive her english, she's still learning"

"Pleased to...umm..."
"meet." he whispered to her
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. President."

"We are doing great comrade, exciting things are happening in Dakara, very exciting things."

he looked as though he would have continued speaking, but the raven-haired woman on his arm elbowed him.

"Oh! This is my wife Sasha, Mr. president" then in a lower voice "forgive her english, she's still learning"

"Pleased to...umm..."
"meet." he whispered to her
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. President."

Sergei nods. "Good to know." He looked over at Sasha. "As am I. I'm sorry I don't know Dakaran, I can make your stay more comfortable if I did."

Diane grabbed Sergei's arm. "Heh, you make me comfortable without knowing Dakaran anyway." The couple looked at each other. "So how are the accomodations?" She said.

Ambassador Karzinsky stood at the edge of the crowd, occasionally sipping on a cup of vodka held in his left hand.

He glanced over towards the bride and groom, his height giving him a good view of the proceedings. He had not yet spoken to them, he didn't want to interrupt, as that would have been impolite.

He noticed the delegation from Roach Busters, their nation was regarded as no more than a minor annoyance, and he pledged to further ignore them.

As a matter of fact, The Republic either hadn't heard of, or had no diplomatic relations with most of the nations represented.

He waited with patience. Diplomacy and warfare were games of patience, and he was experienced with both.

((OOC: I'd come, but Dakara hasn't responded...))

OOC: You didn't welcome my PM!
IC: Cowlquape found himself being pushed out of the way as more and more people arrived to greet the couple. Finally he gave up and went to get a drink. He glanced over and saw his wife beginning to stop crying. Seizing the moment he went over to her and offered her a drink. She took it and they both started talking.

Bump, maybe real post...

"The hotel is very nice, the kids love the pool"
his lapel beeped just then, and he looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm called away by the premier, he must be done trying to convince Dak to wear a tie to formal events. SO i'll let you attend to your other guests. Congratulations Mr. President, and enjoy your special day"

"Much happiness to your hearth" Sasha said to Diane as they were leaving.

Sergei chuckled. "Good day."

Diane sighed, sitting down again. "How do you do these things?" Sergei sat down next to her.

"I don't know." He said. "Don't worry, just a few more hours and we'll get our sleep..."

Diane grinned. "I don't think we'll be sleeping after the party."

Sergei chuckled. "Oooh, I thought you'd be tired..."

Diane shook her head. "I'm never tired when it comes to that."

They both chuckled and looked on as the partiers continued to party.

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Alexander was tired from dancing by now. He was a good dancer, but he is rather old you know. "Patricia, I just can't keep up. You want to stop?" He said. He was too tired to say it in an oh so subtle way. That, and the fact I can't think of a better post. Eh.

Alexander was tired from dancing by now. He was a good dancer, but he is rather old you know. "Patricia, I just can't keep up. You want to stop?" He said. He was too tired to say it in an oh so subtle way. That, and the fact I can't think of a better post. Eh.

Sighing, Patricia stopped dancing.

Sighing, Patricia stopped dancing.

((OOC: Not in your zone too eh Hamp?))

Alexander sat down in a random corner of the party. He took out a small canister, his drinking canister, it contained vodka. He took a big gulp, and burped. He put it away, looking at the party, though, he was far away from Sergei and Diane, but maybe that's a good thing.

((OOC: Hamp, look at my factbook. Remember, all the Ministers are in this party, so if you want to talk to one, just RP walking to them...))

OOC: Fine!
IC: After several more attempts to get near the couple the PM and his wife gave up, their present still where they'd put it at the start of the evening, in Cowlquapes pocket. With no-one to give the present to they kept it with them and walked out of the hall.