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Official Statement from The Rose Resort:

You world leaders, diplomats, and just plain family guys. You need to relax, alot. Well, have you considered the Island of Rose? We are one of the most liberal nations in the world, and a major exporter of porn! Yes we have no shame. We have nude beaches, that's right nude. We have spas, gyms, and all that fancy hotel stuff. All you need to do is make a reservation!

Worried about security? Don't worry! Our security force numbers 200, armed with the latest RAR-1K! The hotel is not state owned so do not worry, your rooms are not tapped. We respect the privacy of our hosts.

Also, this is an International Resort Hotel. Do you realize how much we had to fight Parliament to open? Alot bitch! Yeah! Anyway, visit us, look at our beautiful scenery. Now you with to know, where are we located? Simple, look below.

The Rose Resort:
4576 SW 46th Novan Avenue
Ilyanovastein City
Visit us and have fun!

Come on down boys and girls!
-Manager Gregory O' Fallen of The Rose Resort

((OOC: So it's basically a hotel RP. Send your leaders down and have fun, you know a TIOR RP is usually fun...!!))

((OOC: And of course nobody cares...))

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OOC:Very well, I'll humor you...

Official Imperial Statement

The emperor would be pleased to take a vacation at this resort.

Official Statement from The Rose Resort:

Just fly on over then.
-Manager Gregory O' Fallen of The Rose Resort

((OOC: Great, now I'm getting pity :P ))

The emperor's personal F22 flew into Rosian airspace, performing crazy maneuvers before landing at the airport...

The emperor's personal F22 flew into Rosian airspace, performing crazy maneuvers before landing at the airport...

((OOC: You don't care don't ya? You don't have to RP here ya know :P ))

Princess Joe Ann Placard, well former princess, strolls into the Rose Resort. She is about 32 now and is coming to this naiton to catch up with an old "friend". That friend happens to be President Sergei Ilyanov. She met him at a gathering of the International and wanted to amke it "steamy" as she would have said back then. She always wondered waht her life would ahve been like had she pursued a relationship with him. Anyway she walksinto the lobby in her halter, mini, and heels. She draws quite a few glances from other visitors.

The bellboy, wore the standard bellboy uniform, you could say it was universal. Around the lobby were guards with rifles, and pretty empty. It looked fancy to say the least. The bellboy raised his brow as she arrived. He rushed towards her. "Hello miss! Would you like me to show you your room?"

And with that, a guard approached the princess. He was wearing a ski mask, hell he looked like a special forces soldier. He was bearing the new RAR-1K. "For your protection." He said. He just stood there and would follow her until she entered her room.

((OOC: Try calling him at the hotel room @_@))

The Princess ordered the guard to stay outside and tipped the bell boy. As she entered the room she jumped onto the bead and picked up the phone.

Princess: What the hell is his number...(dials the operator)
Operator: Hello, operator.
Princess: Yes, connect me to Mr. Ilanov, please.
Operator: but ma'm he is the presidnet....
Princess: I know and I'm Princess of the lands of Alex and I will have my team of lawyers and body guards beat you and sue you out of house and home...
Operator: I'll conect you.
Princess: Thanks, and I never intended to be cruel to you.

The phone starts ringing.

The phone in the Presidential Villa started to ring. Sergei was out, his Ministers busy. Now who would answer the phone? Hmm...

"Hello. This is Diane Ilyanov, President Sergei's n-" She said in her Russian accent. She was cut off, Sergei was already here. "Oh wait, my husband's here already."

She looked at Sergei, her eyebrow raised. "A woman wants to speak with you."

Sergei chuckled. "Eh heh heh. You know, the charm never dies."

Diane thwaped Sergei. "Eh heh heh. I still love you." She gave him a wink and left the room.

Sergei picked the phone up on the table as he rolled his eyes. "Yes?" He said.

((OOC: I forgot to mention he was married :P, a month they've been married really...))

"Sergei, your married. Wow oh its Princess Joe Anne Placad. Yeah, remeber me. Well are you up to do some catching up I'm at the Rose Resort."

A private Royal Air Force passanger jet touched down at the airport. Two older looking people, a man and a woman, came out of the plane and quickly stepped into waiting black sedans. No one at the airport recognized the couple, but eyewitness could clear see that the man was annoyed.

"Can you remind me why we're going here once more?" Senator Mel Ziller, Hamptonshire's Foreign Minister, asks his wife of Susan, his wife of thirty years.

"You need a vacation. The elections played havoc with your emotions and your appointment as Foreign Minister is draining you Mel." Susan said in her usual soft and loving tone.

"God damn it woman! It's bad enough I have to deal with foreigners for a living, now I have to vacation with them!"

"Oh shut up." she reprimanded him just as the car pulled up to the hotel. "Just slap on a smile, get drunk, and use some of that southern charm you supposedly possess."

Sarcastically smiling to his wife, Senator Ziller opens the door of the sedan and walks into the lobby. The less contact I have with Rosians during this vacation, the better." he thinks to himself as his wife tries to find a bell boy.

Sergei shrugged. "Ick. We're giving businesses too many rights these days. At least it's far from the capital." Then he heard the name Princess. "Ah yes, I remember you. Your country has been quiet for awhile."

He walked towards the giant window in his room, phone still in hand. "Yes, too quiet. Well, let me tell you what happened to me. I got married a month ago. And before that, I joined NATO and became Preconsul of The New Roman Empire."

He chuckled. "Yes, very good things happened to me. I've also secured alliances with Greece and Rome. Also bad things..."

He shrugged. "Psov being attacked two times, now he's being attacked again. I have a blockade protecting him." He chuckled. "Though I did get a two holidays and 12 statues out of it. I also settled 4 continents, so now I own 5 Protectorates."

He smirked, though Joe Anne couldn't hear it. "Yes. I also helped my allies in a few conflicts. But the Mafia is starting to get annoying."

He slapped himself in the face. "What the hell, you don't know of these things." He laughed. "So how have you been?"

The same bellboy and the same guard was playing a nice game of chess... with the guard winning. "Checkmate." the guard said.

The bellboy groaned, he saw Ziller appear. He got to attention and took out a key. "Senator! Your room has been reserved for you sir!" He passed the key to his side.

The guard rolled his eyes, approaching the Senator. "And I am your guard detail." He said, RAR-1K still in hand. "Don't mind him..." He whispered.

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The Manager chuckled. "This is starting to be a success..." He said as he watched the tourists go in and out.

((OOC: Ah Hamptonshire. What would a TIoR RP be without ya? :P ))

"Well Empress Joan, my grandma died, a series of cruel dictaotr-like emperors arose. Liberal royalists, religous groups, and pollitical oppostion grousp eventually rebelled. I suported a rebellion to restore rights and reform the moarchy, but in the end the monarchy was over thrown. Of course this civil war was our tiem of silence. Now free People's Assmbly elections are about to be held and I'm the Royalist candidate for prime minister. I'm hoping to restor a ceremonial monarchy, whose monarch is elected for life from the royal family. Oh, I was married to a nationaly famous rapper, but we got shot abotu 3 years into our marriage he died I had a msicariage. So, I guess I'll see you when you get over here. An intereting couple just walzted into the lobby I'm gonna go investigate. Bye.

hangs up the phone.

The princess makes her way to the lobby were she sees the couple again. She overhears someoen call one of them Senator. She walks up to the woman, who just gave her one of those "look at that hoe" looks.

Princess:"Hello, are you the Senator?"
She asks the woman.

Sergei shrugged as the phone was hung up. Diane walked in. "Who was that?" She asked.

Sergei shook his head and picked her up. "Oh!" She scram. Sergei chuckled. "An old friend, now let's go..."

And so Sergei carried her off, where? Who knows...

OOC: I will rp later tonight when i have time

Up ya go!

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The princess is swimming some laps in the pool. She is nervous about the upcoming election and debate. I could call him, but I don't think he wants to see me. Hmph had to wait until he was married to come visit. I'm so smart.

Oooh yeah baby bump!

((OOC: Ah Hamptonshire. What would a TIoR RP be without ya? :P ))
[OOC: Of course, it's like white and rice.]

Smiling with the broadest, cheesiest, and most insincere look possible Senator Ziller greeted his bodyguard. Susan took her husband's hand to try to remind him to be nice.

"I have full confidence in your...abilities." he continued to smile but was now nearly crushing Susan's hand. "I'd like to get to the room."

Pulling her hand out of Mel's fist, Susan takes several Tinstaafls out of her purse and gives them to the bell boy and guard. "Here you two go. Please take out baggage up to our room. The Senator and I will walk around the hotel for a bit."

"We will?" Zel says in a disapproving tone.

"Yes, we will." Susan said as she began to pull her husband through the lobby. The couple, in their sixties, began to stroll through the lobby. Susan was enjoying the atmosphere. Mel was just hoping no one else would come up and talk to them.


[Hint, Hint]

Mora tau is kinda upset that it's crack commando unit assigned to killing royals was turned away by one of Rose's porters...

You may want a new porter, by the way.

((OOC: Hm, here's something a little different, from one of me Protectorates ;) I'll be sure to anger him. :P ))

The Rose Resort was also a hub for Protectorians of The Island of Rose. People from those from New Rose to Prospero 4. And to even as far flung to New Rosktai, this was a haven for them. Why? Cheap prices for Protectorian citizens obviously. Now, even stranger was that this city was home to the Embassies of those Protectorates, and one of the diplomats was on vacation... with his family. And from which Protectorate? New Rosktai...

"Gah!" the man shouted. He sounded English. "Come back 'ere!" And did I mention he had a cockney accent?

Two children, two ten year old boys stopped in front of a very xenophobic Foreign Minister. They hit each other with foam bats brought from the place. They looked at the Mel and... started to beat him... sensesly no less. Yes, the man would explode soon.

The wife rushed over and stopped the children, the husband joined in. "Ah, sorry tha. I'm afraid deez childran don't know how too behave." He looked at the man. "Now whe hav I seen yoo befo..."

The wife meanwhile tried to calm down the children.

Mora tau is kinda upset that it's crack commando unit assigned to killing royals was turned away by one of Rose's porters...

You may want a new porter, by the way.

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Wha?
-Minister of War: General Alexander Roska

Just as Senator Ziller had begun to calm down, two children stepped in front of him. While xenophobic, Mel always had a soft spot for children...to a point. When he was about to ask the children their names, they started hitting him with foam bats. Susan at first was shocked, but then laughed. Mel became very angry, his face turned deep red, and he had to force himself from yelling at the two unruely boys.

Once the two parents finally peeled their children off the now visibly angered Foreign Minister, the Senator was near his personal breaking point. Thankfully, as a proper Southern Gentleman and a trained diplomat he could usually hide his personal feelings, no matter how strong them may be.

Brushing off his suit and straightening his tie, Senator Ziller responded to the man in his usual insincere diplomatic tone.

"Boys...will be boys." he said with a force chuckle. "I should introduce myself-- I am Senator Mel Ziller, Foreign Minister of the Government of the Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire." he made sure to say it in such a way as to try to strike some terror into the children's hearts.

Susan, meanwhile, was giving the two children traditional Hamptonian chocolates. A dedicated grandmother, she loved young children.

The children delightfully ate the chocolate, though the wife was a little panicky. "Sorry miss." She said. Her accent was more of British royalty... how ironic. "I apologize for my children. They're a bit active. They want to see the beaches." She chuckled a bit. "And I want to see the play. How was your flight here?"

Meanwhile cockney boy was talking to Zel.

"Ah, Hamptonshiah!" He shouted. "I knew yoo looked familiah. I need to know these things, I'm a diplomat foh the Island O' Rose yoo know. I'm Roger Donnen, the lady was Jessica Donnen. The twins are Roger and Buck." He chuckled. "I hope you like yoh stay heah. I heard the beaches are beautiful this yeah."

He bowed repectfully. "Well, we must be goin now. Wife! Kids! Let's go!" And so they rushed, rushed out of the door and towards their car... where they went to the beach.

((OOC: Hm, I hope you realize that my OOC goal is always to piss off the Hamptonians in innocent looking ways right? Oh and, turn on the T.V. to the Rosian Comedy Channel, I have something special for ya ;) ))

With the Rosian couple safely out of sight, Mel took his wife by the arm and pulled her to the elevators.

"We're going to the room, I'm going to lock the door, and then we can relax."

Susan went along with her husband. She knew better than to argue with him while he was angry at foreigners. When the got to the suite, she openned the door. "Oh, that was nice of the bell boy." she said while looking at all bags. "I'll just go freshen up a bit, dear."

"Damn children...damn vacation...DAMN SUSAN!" he yelled as he plopped himself down on the bed. With his fists clenched and his dander still up, he took an asprin he found in his jacket pocket. That should help the headache.

He just sat on the bed, he expected Susan to finish quickly but he could now hear the shower running. He loved the woman, but she could really frustrate him sometimes. Without knowing which suitcase his books were in, he looked around for something to do. He saw the television remote, which was on top of a channel guide. Porn, Porn, Nudity...sick! he said to himself while going through the list of Rosian channels. Finding the Rosian Comedy Channel, he turned on the television. "Ah, this shouldn't be too bad."

((OOC: I think you'll enjoy this... if not, meh.))

"...crazy commies."

The audience laughed. This was one of the most famous comedians in the Island. His name? Shan Rickter. You can describe him being 5'9 and his accent one of those New England accents. He was famous. Why? He always poked fun at politics and other nations, probably too much. But he was a true Rosian, blunt and to the point.

"And now let's talk about one of our best allies, Hamptonshire." He said as he had the microphone in his hand.

The audience cheered loudly.

"Yep, they wanna hear the skit. Hamptonians in the Island, on your remote. Up is History and down is news. This might offend you to the point of commiting mass murder so... let's get this over with."

He started walking around the massive stage abit. The theatre was something you'd see in Comedy Central. "Hamptonshire is like France, except that they don't surrender."

The audience laughed. "Let's talk about their politics first. No socialist parties! What is this?! To me they're all the same.... except for NURP."

His eyes became beady, he leaned towards the audience as if he was whispering. "Pssst. You didn't hear this, but I think they crazy..."

The audience cheered him on, luckily Shan calmed the audience down. "People, come on. Another thing, I'm surprised we have not been nuked, this reminds me of a story..."

The audience cheered him on again. "Yeah, they wanna hear it. Well, one day I was vacationing in Hamptonshire. I won't say the city of course. I stepped out of my hotel room... naked. Hey, they said the Government don't interfere with our lives!"

The audience laughed. "Anyway... I proceeded to go out naked. It was cold so I didn't feel good... if you what I mean." The audience chuckled. "So I was walking down the street, naked. I think I scared some people, but the ladies stayed... I wonder why... eh heh heh." The audience laughed with him. "So then, the police got me and said what are you doing naked?! I responded I'm going to the strip club!. And so, I was arrested, beaten, and in a jail cell for a week next to a man named Bubba... I was never the same."

The audience cheered loudly. "Let's get back to Hamptonian-Rosian relations. Sergei's a clever man. I don't why we haven't been attacked yet, but we're doing something!" The audience laughed. "Eh, Hamptonians are boring, it's the women! Yeah! They should be with us, we can show em a good time. Now the men..." He cleared his throat. "... are sissies. Maybe there's some strongly manly man that can beat my punk ass, but when you're wearing Victorian swimsuits to the beach, you're a sissy."

The audience chuckled. "So I have a challenge to any Hamptonians watching this. Go to the beach... naked. That's right, naked. Maybe you can break the stereotype? Hm. Anyway, if you're still watching." He takes out a piece of paper. "I in no way, shape, or form represent the views of The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose. Good day!"

Next on Rosian Comedy Channel...

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((ooc: Somebody Post!))

I bump thee in the name of England!

Crucian Killman smiled as his jet began to decend onto the air strip near The Rose Resort. He needed a vacation, and a place where he could continue talks with other world leaders.

"Vicfalon, wire a note to the Island of Rose." Crucian ordered, puffing his cigar. "Remind me to set up talks between our nations."

And with that, the jet landed. It was time to relax.

((OOC: Assuming you're in the lobby...))

The bellboy and the guard was once again playing chess. "Checkmate." the guard said. The bellboy groaned and gave him beady eyes.

"How the hell are you winning?!" said the bellboy.

The masked guard chuckled. "My aura is in alignment with the stars... your aura is out of place."

The bellboy raised his brow. Crazy Hindus... He thought. He looked as Crucian Killman entered the lobby. He got to attention.

"Ah! Welcome sir!" He went behind the desk looking at his computer. "Ah yes, Crucian Killman. Your room is ready, here is your key." He took out a key from underneath the desk. "I suggest you explore abit."

He put the key to Crucian's side of the desk. "Enjoy your stay."

((OOC: You're not in the capital by the way so... eh. You can RP seeing random Rosians so be creative... and welcome to NationStates...!!))

Crucian swiped up his key and left off to his room. "Well, this should prove as an excellent rest stop."

Upon arriving at his room, he motioned for the bellboy to put his suitcases in, and then ordered him to leave.

"Now, time I got back to the nations military..." Crucian muttered to himself, plotting out ways to spend his nations budget correctly. "I wonder if they have a hot tub... I could use one of those right about now..."

P.S. Out of curiousity, are their private hot tubs, and are overly paraniod dictators (ie, me) allowed to bring in their own security?

Meanwhile, three guards in the corner were performing tai-chi, the guard who beat the bellboy joined in. They were not aware of the fact that tourists were going in and out. The manager didn't mind though, it was sort of an unofficial attaraction. Brought more cash to the hotel ya know.

A man approached Crucian. "Hm. I've never seen you before." He was a New Rosktainese diplomat. One of the many diplomats that represent the Rosian Protectorates. "Hmm... nope. My name is Gregori Itangrad. Your's is?"

((OOC: Nope, they have to stay with the hotel security. And of course we have hottubs! ALso, I hope your dictator is the egotistical type...))

Crucian gave the man a slight look over. "Crucian Killman, current dictator of Alla Xul. I'm here on a vacation. That, and I don't trust staying in Alla Xul for too long in one place. Never ends well..."

Realising he had trailed off, again, he quickly shot a question. "So, what political power are you?"

Crucian gave the man a slight look over. "Crucian Killman, current dictator of Alla Xul. I'm here on a vacation. That, and I don't trust staying in Alla Xul for too long in one place. Never ends well..."

Realising he had trailed off, again, he quickly shot a question. "So, what political power are you?"

Gregori scratched the back of his head. "Alla Xul? I never heard of it." Most Rosians aren't tact. "Hell, it must be small too. I'm a diplomat that represents New Rosktai."

He chuckled, talking sarcastically. "One of the Protectorates of the great Commonwealth of the Island of Rose! Ha ha!" He shook his head. "Yup. They protect us and let us run ourselves, we pay them and we trade with their partners. I represent the the interests of the Protectorate."

He gave some shifty eyes around. "Yup. If you're looking to give Sergei a call. Here's his number. He doesn't mind calls from random strangers."

He gave a card to Crucian, it said:

President Sergei Ilyanov
Executive Power of The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose
Preconsul of The New Roman Empire
Number: (467) 573-3215
Address: Embassy Row
Long live The Island of Rose!

The diplomat chuckled. "I'm sure you'd like to talk to him. So what do you think of our Island so far?"

Crucian sighed. "Yeah, it IS small. It was pretty damn big once, and then it collapsed, so I tried to rebuild it, and am still trying. Oh well..."

"Still, this place is nice. Not as inhospitable as Alla Xul, with a lot more friendly people. I really must get a summer home here."

Looking at the card he was given, he cracked a slight smile.
"I might just give him a call, if I can find time. Trying to rebuild an economy is not an easy task."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a hot tub calling me, and I really need to work out this kink in my neck. Thank you for the conversation, I'll keep you in mind."

Crucian walked off, musing to himself. "Friendly people. I do hope I can set up a good alliance with them, it would benifit us greatly."

OOC: For now, I'll be sitting in a hot tub. Any diplomatic ideas are welcome.

((OOC: Meh. You're in a hot tub now. Can't think of anything to do...))

This Resort - The Rose Resort:
4576 SW 46th Novan Avenue
Ilyanovastein City
No longer stands today. At 1:30 8000 Coreyian Troops raided the resort and either killed or sent the vacationers to my concentration camps & shortly after that reduced it to ruble.

This Resort - The Rose Resort:
4576 SW 46th Novan Avenue
Ilyanovastein City
No longer stands today. At 1:30 8000 Coreyian Troops raided the resort and either killed or sent the vacationers to my concentration camps & shortly after that reduced it to ruble.

Not only is that attack IGNORED but if you ever post in one of my threads again, you will be reported to the mods. Good day.

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This Resort - The Rose Resort:
4576 SW 46th Novan Avenue
Ilyanovastein City
No longer stands today. At 1:30 8000 Coreyian Troops raided the resort and either killed or sent the vacationers to my concentration camps & shortly after that reduced it to ruble.

Dude WTF.

The audience chuckled. "So I have a challenge to any Hamptonians watching this. Go to the beach... naked. That's right, naked. Maybe you can break the stereotype? Hm. Anyway, if you're still watching." He takes out a piece of paper. "I in no way, shape, or form represent the views of The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose. Good day!"

Next on Rosian Comedy Channel...

Senator Ziller turned off the television. He sat in silence, he didn't even breathe. The only sound in the room was the rushing water of the shower. He just sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Susan got out of the shower, dried herself off, and exited the bathroom.

"Oh, that was a nice shower." she said while drying her hair. "Why you like to freshen up, honey?"

Mel continued has silence.

"Mel, is something wrong?"

Turning his head to his wife, Mel managed to say three words: "Get the chamber."

"The Chamber" is one of Mel's little secrets. Behind the gruff and fiery image of the man was a man that liked aroma therapy. "The Chamber" is a custom-built portably aroma therapy unit; just enough space for one person, easy to fit in a large suitcase, and once constructed it was nearly sound proof. After thirty years of marriage, Susan could assemble "The Chamber" in her sleep with one hand tied behind her back.

With The Chamber assembled, Susan placed lavander into the vaporizer as Mel slowly changed into his robe. Giving his wife a slight kiss on the cheek, Mel entered the unit, breathed in the soothing lavander, and began to curse like a sailor with a leech in his pants. His "expressions" were so loud that they began to carry outside of the unit. Fearing that someone in the hall would overhear, Susan turned on a radio and put on some loud classical music.

"At least he hasn't challenged anyone to a duel yet." Susan says to herself while continuing to dry her hair.

((OOC: Hm, real post coming soon...))