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OOC: This thread will be used to post the RP of the maiden voyage of the Titanic. Those who have not purchased tickets at the link in my signature will be asked to exit the thread. RP may begin with those arriving at the dock, or flying into Communist Rule.

OOC2: The Titanic will be boarded throughout the night and will actually set sail tomorrow.

OOC3: Please do not RP anything involving the Titanic or its crew, only your characters.

OOC4: BON VOYAGE!

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OOC: Is smedles my steward? :)

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OOC: Is smedles my steward? :)

OOC: Smethles has been replaced with Smithers.

OOC: w00t

IC: "I say, I say. A very fine view out there, eh?" commented the tall, spare man walking along the pier to his colleague, who was carrying a fair portion of his luggage. The woman glared at him but said nothing owing to having the strap of his camera case wedged between her teeth. He grinned innocently. "What did you say, dear?" he politely enquired, batting his eyelids. She glared even harder as he turned back to walking jauntily along the pier, towards the boarding point for the voyage.

Leningrad, USSCR

Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun stepped off the chartered airliner onto Communist Rule soil for the first time. His feet cramped after a long flight out of New Caledonia, the VA gingerly shook them. Bidding farewell to the flight crew, Sun strode down the runway toward the gray hulk that was the terminal building. A light breeze brew through the airport, ruffling his collar and causing Wenfang to pull the overcoat tighter around his body. Reaching a pair of glass doors, he pulled and walked inside.

Marveling how chilly the north was compared to the South Pacific, the Vice Admiral passed quickly through customs, before stopping to pick up his bags. Welding a black suitcase, Sun hurried outside onto the curb. Central Command has told him a chauffeur would be waiting to take the envoy directly to the waterfront. Sure enough, a long black vehicle was waiting, a pair of miniature Granzian flags fluttering in the stiff breeze that sprung up. Sliding an ID card out of a side pocket, he waved it at the man. Receiving a nod in return, Wenfang slid into the back and shut the door.

The ride took the better part of three quarters of an hour. The driver maneuvered his limo through the inner city, before finally pulling up at the harbor. Wenfang saw the Titanic firsthand, close up. A monster of steel and metal, it's girth was one of the largest the Vice Admiral had seen, throughout his career. The chauffeur helped him unload the bags, before driving off, leaving Sun on his own. Striding aboard, Wenfang was shown to his stateroom quickly by a steward. The first thing he did after unpacking was to take a hot bath.

Premier Cross and Commissar Hasan Abdel had arrived in Communist Rule a day earlier via Halladi Intercontinental Airlines. They had enjoyed a night in a affordable hotel. A taxi took them to the port where they picked up their tickets with a confirmation number. They waited for the ship to allow men to go on board. Untill then they waited whiel luggage was loaded.

"Comrade, looking foward to your trip?" Hasan asked the Premier.

"Indeed, comrade Commissar! I only wish I were in 3rd class as you are."

"Oh? But what of all the national leaders? It must be facinating, comrade!"

"Bah, I'd prefer to be with the proletarians! Most of the national leaders are bourgeois pigs!" The old man chuckled, and Hasan did as well.

"What ever you say, comrade Cross." He laughed again.

Cardinal Summer and Bishop Jones steps out of their limosouine and gaze at the grand ship.

Cardinal: So this is the new Titanic. Looks just as beautiful at the first one

Bishop: Yes she is, when do you want to do the blessing sir?

Cardinal: As soon as we get settled in

The Cardinal claps his hands and Bellhops carries their luggages up to first class. But for some reason Cardinal Summer can't shake off this bad feeling.

Cardinal Summer and Bishop Jones steps out of their limosouine and gaze at the grand ship.

Cardinal: So this is the new Titanic. Looks just as beautiful at the first one

Bishop: Yes she is, when do you want to do the blessing sir?

Cardinal: As soon as we get settled in

The Cardinal claps his hands and Bellhops carries their luggages up to first class. But for some reason Cardinal Summer can't shake off this bad feeling.

OOC: Unless you're a puppet of someone who purchased a ticket, you must RP buying a ticket portside.

The Avadrian delegation approached the ship in a several fine, black, Rolls Royces. The car parked outside the docks and the men approached the ship. They were all dressed smartly in long, tan, trench coats and dark green suits.

One of the men stepped forward and removed his hat. He sighed and stood staring at the ship. "Ah... she truely is an amazing sight..." The man continued to stare, admiring its length.

"She is Mr. Faulkner, but we should be boarding now." A smaller man, who was the Chancellor's adjudant, said.

"Right..." Chancellor Faulkner said, taking in the sight of the ship one last time. "Hand me my bags."

Two of the other men stepped forward with two large tan suitcases and set them beside the Chancellor.

Chancellor Faulkner turned to face the other men, his adjudant stepping aside. One of them raised a camera and took several pictures of the Chancellor standing with the majestic ship in the background.

Then he snapped his fingers and one of the men came to grab a suitcase. Alexander Faulkner took the other and they boarded the Titanic.

OOC: Unless you're a puppet of someone who purchased a ticket, you must RP buying a ticket portside.

Sorry forgot about that part.

Cardinal Summer and Bishop Jones walk to the ticket stand and they brought two first class tickets. (Now go to my first post)

Hasan saw that the ship was now allowing passengers to board.

"Comrade, after you." He motioned to the ramp that led to the deck of the ship.

"Ah! Thank you comrade!"

The Premier hadned his ticket to a crewman, as did Hasan. They went onto the boat. Hasan went toward his room, in the bowels of the ship before James called out to him.

"Enjoy your time here, comrade!"

Hasan turned and saluted to his leader.

Likewise, comrade Premier."

Cross looked around the deck, taking time to relax.

Commander Smith and his family exited the yellow taxi and took all their luggage out with the help of a bellhop. The famlily wave their tickets and get onboard to a B-deck room that had an outer window for the kids to see the ocean.

"Oh wow! This ship is big!" Mark Smith remarked, as he took a stroll with his brother and sister on the promenade deck after all the luggage was done.

"Yeah." Sam had to agree. "882 feet, too."

"Ahh." Mark tried to fathom many feet stretching from the front to the back of the ship, but shook his head. The children continued to stroll down the aisle, watching the people come and go.

Nikolai Geoff, Minister of Commerce, the Ministry's pervert and lady's man. "Ah..." He said as he looked towards the ocean. "Beautiful..."

He turned towards the deck. He spotted some Halladis. Of course Nikolai was already dressed in a fancy suit. Might as well strike up a conversation...

He walked over to the Halladis. "Hello sirs, how are you this fine day?" He bowed. "I am Minister of Commerce, Nikolai Geoff of The Island of Rose, and you are?"

He held out his hand for a handshake.

((OOC: Think of Nikolai as a gentleman with too much hormones ;) ))

Minister Heather Papanadreou got out of taxi from the airport,she walk up the ramp to the ship,She look at the ship and in english accent said to herself"My this better be good,to think I waste my money on this for good time..."
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Stepping out of the shower, the Vice Admiral chances a look out a porthole and sees several passengers arriving. Might as well go down to meet them, he thought. Seeing as they'll be the only company I'll have for the better part of a month.. After picking out a suitable... suit, Wenfang Sun locked his room, and made his way down to the lounge.

Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver's Private Airbus A380 Landed at the Communist Rule airport. As soon as he landed he was met by three armored stretch limos for him and his entourage. In the Dictator's limo were his bodyguards led by Col. John Leary.

"Leary, I hope this ship is as good as promised."

"It will be sir it will be, I checked out security too, it is as tight as can be."

"Excellent"

Twenty minutes later the limos pulled up to the ship. The Dictator, his bodyguards and servants exited the limosines and went up the planks. The servants went down to their third class cabins. The Dictator went up to his B-Deck Special Suite with his body guards.

"John, this is even nicer than I could have imagined. Almost as nice as my private submarine. But now I will be able to meet other people. Maybe even some women."

"Hahah, yes sir. Is everything alright."

"Yes Colonel. Let me get situated. You go up to your A-Deck cabin and get settled. I will be alright."

"Yes sir."

"Men, You two stay outside the doors, make sure no one disturbs the Dictator. You two make sure the servants are not being to incompetent."

"SIR, YES, SIR!"

With that the body guards left and the dictator was by himself to rest before the voyage.

"Ahh, its good to be the Dictator" Paul said lighting up a cuban cigar and drinking a scotch.

Prime Commisar Alexei Leningrad Morozov had arrived several minutes ago at the Hattian embassy in Communist Rule only a few minutes earlier and was now sitting in a taxi on the way to the ship.

As they pulled up the the dock, Morozov raised his eyebrows when he saw the size of the ship.

"Not as big as the Freedom Ship back home, but big nonetheless." he thought to himself.

He thanked the driver and opened the door. He walked up toward the entrance and handed the man waiting nearby his ticket. He hefted his rather large suitcase and walked up onto the ship and then back down again into the lower decks.

He glanced at his ticket stub and found his room. He opened the door and glanced around. "Rather small, better than the army, I suppose."

He pushed his suitcase into the room and strode off, in search of something to do...

Stepping out of the shower, the Vice Admiral chances a look out a porthole and sees several passengers arriving. Might as well go down to meet them, he thought. Seeing as they'll be the only company I'll have for the better part of a month.. After picking out a suitable... suit, Wenfang Sun locked his room, and made his way down to the lounge.
Commander Edward Smith was chilling out with his wife in the lounge and spots a man entering. He had a sort of...air about him, like a commander of a ship.

"Hello." Commander Smith said. "How are you doing?"

Minister Heather found her,saw a nice size first class room, she upack her suitcases then she got dress in tan long dress with selves.She made up her mind and decide to walk around the Ships,to explore.(Will talk to anyone she bumps into..)

The Vice Admiral had just entered the lounge. Scattered about the room were wicker furniture sets, several chairs already occupied by passengers who had arrived early. Spotting a bar at the far corner, Wenfang was about to get a drink when a couple sauntered up from the left. "Hello," the man said. "How are you doing?"

Inspecting the man up and down, Wenfang came to several conclusions. His dress spoke of a privileged person, from the way his head was held high, it told the VC of time in the armed forces. "Very well sir. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wenfang Sun, Vice Admiral of the Granzian Commonwealth. From the way you dress, and your bearing, I would say that you sir, are a man of the army or navy."

"You are correct, Admiral. I am, Commander Edward Smith, of the Core Navy." Edward said. "This is my wife Nancy."

"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled.

"We're here on vacation, and our children are on this ship...somewhere." Edward said. "They'll find us soon enough."

Meanwhile, the kids become bored and wants to ask a crewmember where the video game room is, if there's one on board. But there doesn't seem to be any crew around...

Chancellor Faulkner left his stately suite and proceeded along the deck by himself. He had excused his staff for the evening, allowing them to go off on their own and leaving him to his own devices.

The Chancellor slowly strode along the deck, admiring every detail that caught his eye. A smile graced his face the whole time. Something about the feeling of knowing that less than one-hundred years ago someone was standing in a spot exactly similar to this, probably admiring the ship just as he was.

Chancellor Faulkner continued on, looking down at the crowd on shore. There were always big celebrations before a ships maiden voyage and the Chancellor was certain that this was going to be one to be remembered.

"Ah... excellent." Kids. It reminded him so much of his own grandchildren. But no, he'll never see his grandsons and daughters again. Nor his eldest son and his wife, for that matter. He felt a short stab of pain. That accident... it had torn the entire the family apart, or what was left of it. Driven him even more in his work. He looked around him at the ship, and realized this was his first vacation in over a decade.

"You'll excuse me Commander. I'm on my way back from a diplomatic mission, in New Caledonia to be exact. A vacation." He noticed the wife. What a nice couple, he thought. "I must get going Commander. I wish you both and your kids an excellent voyage. I hope to see you again, perhaps a dinner meeting?"

"Perhaps. I shall see you later then, Admiral." Edward nodded crisply.

The Dictator was getting restless in his stately cabin. His room may have been opulent and gorgeous but he needed to meet new people. Paul 'The Mad' Silver downed the rest of his scotch and left the room with a cigar in his mouth. Opening the door the guards jumped to attention.

"Do you need anything sir?" asked the senior guard, a Captain in the Special Forces.

"Yes, I am going up to the Lounge, I want you Captain to come with me. Lieutenant..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You stay here and make sure no one gets in my room."

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

The Captain and the Dictator headed up to the lounge to see if they could meet some people. Upon sitting down the Dictator looked around at the opulence and lit up another cigar.

"Steward, Scotch Please and a Coke for the Captain."

OOC:Anyone can come and RP with the Dictator and Captain. That is what I am trying to get happen.

"I've just received a phone call. The Titanic's ready. Come on, get your stuff and get down to the car."
About five minutes later the KPM and his wife left the hotel and boarded a limo.
"Ok, where are the other ministers?"
"They are already there or almost there."
"Good."
Soon the car arrived at the Titanic.
"Wow, it's incredible"
"Yes," his wife replied "The pictures can never prepare you for how great it is."
"Well, anyway, lets get on and meet the ministers."
((OOC: Who's names have been forgotten. Is there a list somewhere?))

Meanwhile, Sergi Romoror, Assistant Chair of the House of Foriegn Affairs strode abord. The ship was indeed fine, a masterpiece of engineering, after all, it was completely unsinkable! He made himself aquianted with his quarters, before drinking himself blind drunk.

The Dictator was getting restless in his stately cabin. His room may have been opulent and gorgeous but he needed to meet new people. Paul 'The Mad' Silver downed the rest of his scotch and left the room with a cigar in his mouth. Opening the door the guards jumped to attention.

"Do you need anything sir?" asked the senior guard, a Captain in the Special Forces.

"Yes, I am going up to the Lounge, I want you Captain to come with me. Lieutenant..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You stay here and make sure no one gets in my room."

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

The Captain and the Dictator headed up to the lounge to see if they could meet some people. Upon sitting down the Dictator looked around at the opulence and lit up another cigar.

"Steward, Scotch Please and a Coke for the Captain."

OOC:Anyone can come and RP with the Dictator and Captain. That is what I am trying to get happen.
As Nancy went to chat with some new lady friends, Edward ordered a martini and then spotted the Dictator. Taking his martini with him, he walked up to the man, keeping his bodyguard in mind.

"Hello. I notice that you seemed like a nice chap. Would you care to have a little chat?" Edward said, holding out a hand to shake. "Oh, I'm Commander Edward Smith, and you are?"

"Hello Commander Edwards, Pleased to meet you. I always like to talk with military men, better character than most. You know, I reached the rank of Colonel in the Nutropinian Marines. On that Note, Captain can you leave us alone so the Commander and I can enjoy a drink in Private."

"Yes Sir." The captain replied walking away out of earshot.

"So Commander are you still in the military? Also, How is the weather in Coreworlds this time of the year? Nutropinia is beautiful but I could never pass up the chance to come on the Titanic, even if it isn't the original."

"In the north, it's getting a bit cold, but in the south, it's perfect Mediterannean weather." Commander Edward said, then chuckled a bit. "You know, my namesake commanded the original Titanic. It's pretty ironic, if you ask me."

"Haha, I hope you don't doom our voyage with your namesakes history. Have what it takes to go down with the ship." Chuckled the Dictator, Lighting up another cuban cigar.

Jon walked through the more important crownds, searching for someone who was the slightest bit outgoing, or one that he knew.

"Hahaha! I don't think so." The commander grinned. "You have a cigar I could light up?"

"Of course I do, so you brought your family along on the voyage. I am not currently in a relationship, this trip might change that though. Hey, should we invite over the guy who just walked in the door, his name is Jonothan I think." The Dictator said handing a zippo with the Nutropinia Marines symbol on it and a cuban cigar to Commander Edward.

Jon is still looking...

((OOC: So who wants to talk to Nikolai :D))

Oh oh, me me me!
"Hello, is it Nikolai? Mind if I call you Nik?"

"Of course I do, so you brought your family along on the voyage. I am not currently in a relationship, this trip might change that though. Hey, should we invite over the guy who just walked in the door, his name is Jonothan I think." The Dictator said handing a zippo with the Nutropinia Marines symbol on it and a cuban cigar to Commander Edward.
The Commander took the cigar, lit it up, smoked, and exhaled, sending smoke rings to the roof. "Yes. My children are wandering the ship at this moment. I'm sure they'll meet some young friends at their ages."

"Hello, is it Nikolai? Mind if I call you Nik?"

As soon as Nikolai was going to talk to the Halladis, he turned around and looked at the Jonothanian. He raised his brow, and was slightly surprised. "And you are?" He shook his head. "And yes I am Nikolai.. yes you can call be Nik..."

((OOC: Who's talking to me by the way? A man, woman, child?!))

Chancellor Faulkner continued his walk, admiring the ship. As well as sightseeing, he was also making a mental map, so that he wouldn't get lost onboard the vessel.

The Chancellor fumbeled through his pockets and produced a small cigarrete case emblazoned with the Imperial Cross. He looked at it not really certain if he wanted one. In actuallity he hated the things but none the less, produced one of the slender sticks of tobacco and set the end in his mouth.

Alexander waited several moments before lighting it and continuing his stroll.

As soon as Nikolai was going to talk to the Halladis, he turned around and looked at the Jonothanian. He raised his brow, and was slightly surprised. "And you are?" He shook his head. "And yes I am Nikolai.. yes you can call be Nik..."

((OOC: Who's talking to me by the way? A man, woman, child?!))

The Kings Prime Minister (it's just a title, he's the leader.).
"It's Jon. And this is my wife, Jenny. Life in Government is stessful, so we're hoping to relax."
"So relaxed," his wife added "that he has the second biggest ship in the entire Navy 14 miles away."
"Well, it makes me more relaxed. Should anything happen they can just send a sub or chopper over to pick me up. I have absolutley nothing to worry about."

Nikolai bowed. "Ah, and you must be his wife." He got on one knee and kissed her hand. "Always a pleasure to meet a lady like you." He was always such a gentleman.

Nikolai stood up, chuckling abit. "Ah sorry, it's just that your wife is so beautiful." He bowed. "Forgive me. Anyway, the largest ship following the Titanic?"

He laughed. "A bit paranoid if you excuse me. Ah, I'll just swim if it sinks. So how's Jonothana this time of year?"

Minister Heather Papanadreou kept on walking around the ships,wondering who she will meet.She ended up near the swimming pool area...(could someone interact with her)

Jon, quite pleased that others thought the same of his wife, began to reply.

"Well, Jonothana is so long, as you may know, we roughly experience most weather in a day. For instance in the far north we are experiencing a very cold winter, but in the south it is pleasantly warm, and in the deep south the Great Drought is just coming to an end. But, in the capital, it is nice and warm. It was situated deliberately for a perfect climate. And that's pretty much what we get. Oh, sorry I'm just going on about a subject you probably coundn't care less about."
He was evidently nervous."Be yourself" he thought. "I'm noy usually like this."
His wife entered this conversation. Obviously flattered by the compliment, she began to reply. She was boardering on flirting
"It is so wonderful. And the transport is excelent. You can go and build snowmen in the north, then go on a trek in the desert in a day."
Jon, somewhat annoyed by his wife's immatureness, looked at Nikolai to make him reply.

((OOC: Ok, I've got to go, won't be back for a bit.))

((OOC: And the other ministers (when I find out who they are) will start to be RPed soon.))

The Ship's Hidden Intercom System Sparked to Life:
"Attention Dear Passengers! Luncheon is to be served in the dining rooms at this time. The First Class Dining Saloon on D deck will be open to all passengers until it is at its capacity. The Menu for today:

--Beluga Caviar (Or Salad)
--A Delicious and Tender Briscuit with Candied Red Yams
--Mouthwatering Peach Cobbler with French Vanilla Ice Cream (Or Your Choice of Dessert)

The meal will be served when all passengers are seated, after a brief speech from the Captain and his officers."
The speakers faded out with a quiet two-tone bell.

Chancellor Faulkner continued his walk, admiring the ship. As well as sightseeing, he was also making a mental map, so that he wouldn't get lost onboard the vessel.

The Chancellor fumbled through his pockets and produced a small cigarette case emblazoned with the Imperial Cross. He looked at it not really certain if he wanted one. In actuality he hated the things but none the less, produced one of the slender sticks of tobacco and set the end in his mouth.

Alexander waited several moments before lighting it and continuing his stroll.

From where he stood, the Vice Admiral could see the cigars being lit. The acrid smell drifted across the room, causing Mr. Sun to feel slightly nauseas. I thought this ship was non-smoking. One little spark could start a fire. Clutching his glass, he made his way out onto the deck, seeking a breath of fresh air. The vantage point opened onto a man walking the length of the vessel, a cigarette between his lips.

The smokers are everywhere. Wenfang realized. Walking up to the person, he lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but could you put out that cigarette?" He just had finished that statement when the Vice Admiral noticed the cigarette case. On it was the mark of a small cross. Did I just speak to royalty?

I feel as if one of my ideas was robbed of me...

Nikolai chuckled. "Ah, strange weather." He then heard the announcement about food. He shrugged.

"Disgusting!" He said. "Damn fancy food... glad I brought my own things. Well, I'll be leaving you two, I've taken too much time." He bowed, of course. "Good day."

He started walking around the deck, in which he spotted a Granzian. "Ah, he's from Granzi..." He said to himself. He walked over to him, trying to start up a conversation. "I am Nikolai Geoff, and you?"

Of course, he didn't notice that there was a Chancellor next to him...

I feel as if one of my ideas was robbed of me...

OOC: Great minds think the same way, no?

From where he stood, the Vice Admiral could see the cigars being lit. The acrid smell drifted across the room, causing Mr. Sun to feel slightly nauseas. I thought this ship was non-smoking. One little spark could start a fire. Clutching his glass, he made his way out onto the deck, seeking a breath of fresh air. The vantage point opened onto a man walking the length of the vessel, a cigarette between his lips.

The smokers are everywhere. Wenfang realized. Walking up to the person, he lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but could you put out that cigarette?" He just had finished that statement when the Vice Admiral noticed the cigarette case. On it was the mark of a small cross. Did I just speak to royalty?

Chancellor Faulkner looked up at the man and grinned. "Certainly" He said before taking another puff and finally distinguishing the cigarette. "You know... I really hate these things..." Alexander said, looking at the remaining length of cigarette.

He pulled out the silver case and put the remainder in. The Chancellor wasn't exactly sure where to throw it and certainly didn't want to tarnish the deck of the ship.

"She's a beautiful ship isn't she..." He said looking the length of the vessel. "Let's just hope she's a bit sturdier than her mother" The Chancellor added with a laugh.

"Excuse Me Commander, But I am going to go eat Lunch in the first class dining room. Maybe you would like to find your family to go eat with them? Captain, let's go."

With that the Captain fell behind Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver.

"I am going to go up To Col. Leary's Room and See if he wants to eat lunch with me. You can go up to your cabin with the other body guards, once I get to Col. Leary's Room. Tell your roommate, the 2nd Lieutenant to relieve the 1st Lieutenant Guarding my room."

"Yes, Sir."

The Dictator preceded up to the Colonels room on A-Deck and knocked on the door.

"Hello? Oh sir, I didn't realize it was you. Did you have a good time in the lounge?"

"Of course Colonel, I met a great military man Commander Edward Smith, He is here with his family. I was wondering if you would come to lunch with me."

"I would be delighted sir. Lets go down now."

The pair headed down to the First-Class dining room and were seated at a table for 6 by a steward.

"I will have a Scotch on the rocks and the colonel will have..."

"I will have a seltzer with a lime, have to stay sober on the job."

"Hopefully someone will come and sit down with us to eat. I want to meet some more people." The dictator commented while he started on his beluga caviar.

OOC: Come sit down with me and RP.

Bump!

Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun looked out to sea. "Yes, this certainly is a most interesting vessel, and I've been on a few in my career."

Just then, a wiry person strode up from behind. His shuffling gate reminded Wenfang oddly of a large duck. "I am Nikolai Geoff, and you?"

Aware that no introductions have been made, he turned back to the first man. "My apologies for being so rude, but I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke." Mr. Sun confessed. "I don't believe we've met? I'm Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun, of the Granzian Navy."

Nikolai chuckled. "Bah, everybody is an army man here. I'm the Minister of Commerce for the Island of Rose."

He turned towards the sea, spotting the large Jonothanian ship following the Titanic. "Look at that ship." He said. "I suggest cozying up to the Prime Minister of Jonothona. If this ship sinks, at least we have a place to go to!" He laughed at his own joke.

He turned to Sun. "So how's life as an Admiral anyway?"

"John, the ship is dead today. Probably because this is the first day of the cruise. I sure hope this picks up. I didn't plop down money on the nicest cabin for nothing." Paul 'The Mad' remarked while lighting up another cigar.

"I am sure it is sir. This dining room is gorgeous though. I wonder when the first muster drill will take place. Hopefully soon, especially on this ship."

"If no one comes to eat soon, I think I will walk around and explore a bit on my own." The Dictator sighed and went back to his food.

"See, your always bloody late"
The woman had been standing on the pier impatiently for half an hour when finally the ambassadors sudan pulled up and he jumped out energetically with his bags. He smiled at the woman, when she was frowning.
"You have changed a bit eh? Thought not. We better go, your late as it is" he joked.
"What? YOUR the one thats late.."
"Never" he rolled his eyes sarcastically as they boarded the ship.

Ambassador to Communist Rule
Name: Mark Stretham
Age: 28
Descrip: Dark hair, brown eyes, makes lots of jokes
Height: 6 1"

Foreign Affairs Minister
Name: Arianne Smultzov
Age: 27
Descrip: brownyblonde hair, hazel eyes, serious but funny
Height: 5 9"

Jon left his room and waited for his wife. Once she came out they walked down to the dining room. Jon was putting on some sort of cream.
"You don't use moisturiser. What's that?"
"It's this cream those SIS guys gave me. It rubs in and soon you can't fell like I was wearing it, but they say it gives me protection, should anyone try to poison me via a handshake."
"Honestly, you really think of everything don't you."
"Yep. Now back to being slick."

"come on, let's go dump our stuff in the cabin and go down to lunch"
Mark suggested lightly.
"We aren't.. sharing a cabin are we?"
"Ah.. Course not.."

Cross heard the intercom go off, announcing that food was now being served. He had been leaning on the side of the boat, looking down at the city before him. The Premier sighed and then went off toward the Saloon. After a minute or so he found it.

He took a seat next to Hasan and many other unfamiliar faces.

"So comrade, how's your room?" Hasan asked James.

James shrugged. "Haven't seen it yet. I was to busy looking at the city. It's a shame their capitalists now."

"Capa-Communists, comrade. Or something like that."

Either way, it is bad."

Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun looked out to sea. "Yes, this certainly is a most interesting vessel, and I've been on a few in my career."

Just then, a wiry person strode up from behind. His shuffling gate reminded Wenfang oddly of a large duck. "I am Nikolai Geoff, and you?"

Aware that no introductions have been made, he turned back to the first man. "My apologies for being so rude, but I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke." Mr. Sun confessed. "I don't believe we've met? I'm Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun, of the Granzian Navy."

"Ah yes, I'm Chancellor Alexander Faulkner of Avadria" He said extending a hand. "The Voice of the Emperor" The Chancellor said laughing. It was part of his title although he had always thought it sounded a bit odd. But then again each branch had it's own part.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Sun and I'm terribly sorry about the smoke... I really should save it for a more appropriate area." He said humbly.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. I was a smoker when I was in my younger years, before I realized what the stuff did. It must be interesting, by the way, to be the Voice of the Emporer. Me, I'm won't need a voice in a few more years." The Vice Admiral winked. "I'll be retired..."

Here, the intercom buzzed to life, then sputtered out the lunch menu. Wenfang wrinkled his nose. "Absolutely barbaric." He turned to the Rosian. "Did you know the Beluga is a whale? I don't know how they got fish eggs from a mammal. I think I'll stick to a simple salad, or whatever that's not today's special."

Nikolai shrugged. "Bah. Fancy Beluga. I know thousands more who'd rather eat a cheeseburger with empanadas, fries and croquettes then eat whale eggs."

He chuckled. "Why do people find exotic foods better anyway? They're usually disgusting. I think it's a phallic disorder... eh."

"Erumph... er... whales don't lay eggs. They give birth to live young. So it's impossible for there to be beluga eggs... unless it's a mutated monster."

OOC: They get beluga caviar from a fish called a Sturgeon. I don't know why it is called beluga caviar but it just is. Now, if you guys are going down to lunch come sit at my table. :D

Nikolai shrugged. "It's still fancy..."

OOC: Why did they name it beluga caviar if it's not from the beluga whale?

Jon, having overheard the question, commented to his wife:
"Why do they call it Beluga caviar?

OOC: How should I know, they are mainly from russian sturgeon found in the caspian sea, maybe it is a russian word.

"Maybe they should pose the question via the intercom" his wife replied
They both laughed.
"Now, to dinner."

OOC: Sorry for the delay, but I've been waiting for most of your characters to proceed to the Dining Room. Furthermore, the ship is STILL in port. I will post a grand casting-off post after luncheon.

IC:



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When the passengers walked into the elegant, perfect replica of the original Titanic's first class dining saloon, they would have passed through the First Class Grand Staircase, most likely. The Grand Staircase was an amazing feature of the ship. Up top rested beautiful and fragile class with gilded iron supporting it. Beneath, elegant linoleum (Linoleum was considered all the rage in 1912) sat upon an immense feature of beautifully carved and polished wood. Sparkling gold-plated sculptures held lighting, while "Honor and Glory surrounding Time," a beautiful inlaid sculpture of two angels around a clock, was the main facet of the Grand Staircase. Your hands would slide along the polished railings as your eyes took in the wonderful gilded iron beneath it. You feel your feet sink into the ground. You are at first surprised until you realize you're on D Deck, where the carpet is incredibly thick and luxurious.

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You gaze around and spot some friends you've met, and move to sit down with them. Waiters bustle around, setting grand feasts infront of you. You are delighted as elegant classic music plays. You notice some men in Naval-type jackets entering the room and filtering towards the staircase. They talk amongst themselves, and you wonder what they are preparing to say.

The Chancellor laughed as he listened to the exchange between the Vice Admiral and the man he hadn't met yet. "Ah, you've gotta live it up. That's what this whole trip is about." He said, nudging the Granzian. "Who cares where the eggs come from, their expensive and you don't eat them everyday... that's what counts..."

BUMP UP!

Come On whoever bought tickets.

Jon doesn't have any friends though! Jon is sad.

The Chancellor laughed as he listened to the exchange between the Vice Admiral and the man he hadn't met yet. "Ah, you've gotta live it up. That's what this whole trip is about." He said, nudging the Granzian. "Who cares where the eggs come from, their expensive and you don't eat them everyday... that's what counts..."

"Might as well go to the dining room then." Mr. Sun turned to both the Chancellor and Nikolai. "I wonder what they will serve tomorrow, eh?"

Nikolai followed Sun. "Bah, I hope it's cheeseburgers."

Chancellor Faulkner nodded at the suggestion. "God knows... but I'm sure it would cost a small fortune on the shore" He said laughing.

Although the Chancellor was a wealthy man, he was never one to spend his money on exotic foods. Overall he prefered simple, local, foods to extavagant dishes. Of course on some occassions he host a small feast for his guests.

Nikolai followed Sun. "Bah, I hope it's cheeseburgers."

"Haha... I can see it now. They've put a McDonald's on the Titanic! Oh, and those Happy Meals with the little toys, I'd like to get one of those."

Nikolai scoffed. "Bah, homemade burgers are better." He entered the dining room, and to tell the truth he was very impressed by it. "Ah, well, they went all the way here." He said. "Yes. Well, time to find some gentlewomen..." He chuckled as he eyed the room looking for some ladies to 'talk' to.

Muttered under his breath; Oversized bag of hormones...

Nikolai scoffed. "Bah, homemade burgers are better." He entered the dining room, and to tell the truth he was very impressed by it. "Ah, well, they went all the way here." He said. "Yes. Well, time to find some gentlewomen..." He chuckled as he eyed the room looking for some ladies to 'talk' to.
Minister Heather Papanadreou who sitting alone at her table,hope that Nikolai didn't see her..her said to herself"Oh get a crazy overgowth teenagers.."

"Well, we have company." Hasan said to the premier as the sailors made their way down the staircase. "To greet us to kill us?"

James shook his head. "It's obviously the latter, comrade." He said with a smile.

"Shouldn't you be conversing with all of the world leaders any generally making our great nation greater."

"Yes, but there are Rosians about."

The Commissar chuckled. "Lock your daughters up, comrades, there be Rosians about!" He said so no one would here but the Premier.

OOC: Expect a post soon. I'm playing Titanic: Adventure out of Time...might get some screenshots.

"Col. Leary we should invite the other people over to eat dinner with us."

"Certainly, Sir."

The Colonel Got up and walked over to all the people who recently entered the 1st class saloon.

"The Dictator would like to invite Jon and Jenny, Chancellor Alexander Faulkner, Vice Admiral Wenfang Sun and Nikolai to join him for a pleasant, smoke-free Admiral, lunch at his table."

Bugsy Siegel III. was enjoying his time on Titanic. He was the grandson of the Jewish mobster who had founded Las Vegas. He was the hot head that his grandfather was. He was also ruthless and it was guessed that he'd get a bullet in his eye just like his old man's father did.

He was taking this voyage to start a system to get some high quality Opium from Europe to the states. He wasn't traveling alone. He was with his business parter and longtime friend, Meyer Lansky III. He was the great grandson of the famous mobster who was parters with Bugsy Siegel the first. lansky was the money man and the cooler of the pair. His grandfather lived until the age of 80 because he had brains and didn't piss as many people off.

Lansky and Siegel were trying to give the Jewish mob a rebirth. Business was set aside at this time, now the question was what to eat for dinner in the 1st class dining room, Filet Minon or broiled lobster tails.

OOC: (In the Godfather, they had Bugsy Siegel, but Puzo used the name Moe Green for him and didn't make him Jewish. He did found Vegas and in RL was killed by a bullet through the eye. His parter was Meyer Lansky who was represented by Hyman Roth in Godfather Part II. In RL, Lansky died of old age in 1983. He saw Godfather Part II knowing he was represented by Hyman Roth. He even even phoned the actor who portrayed him to complain about how he got some things wrong.)

bump

Bump! Come on, I know people who are participating are online.

Bump for CR.

BUMP cause i am bored.

Nikolai scoffed. "Bah, homemade burgers are better." He entered the dining room, and to tell the truth he was very impressed by it. "Ah, well, they went all the way here." He said. "Yes. Well, time to find some gentlewomen..." He chuckled as he eyed the room looking for some ladies to 'talk' to.

The two diplomats entered the room, one in awe and the other looking rather bored.
"Isn't it wonderful Mark? This is beautiful.."
"Bah. I've seen better."
"Oh really? Where was that? Your one roomed apartment in Dorsalgrad?" Arianne asked sarcastically.
"No, I mean, yea- wow!"
Mark's eyes had strayed off the glamorous wood coverings and to the lines of amazing food. He wandered off to taste the cuisine, leaving Arianne stuck. She looked around, and spotted a gentleman who had just entered the dining room. He looked... Halladi? No.. Rosian. That was it. Rosian. She had had dealings with Rosians before... ah well. She walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hi" she said simply.

OOC- Your call >.>

The men in the 1st Class Reception Room, wearing officer coats and standing at the base of the grand staircase, called for everyone's attention.

The eldest officer spoke, "My dear passengers, allow me to welcome you aboard the grand splendor of the Red Star Line's R.M.S. Titanic!"

He paused for the quick applause, before continuing, "My name is Captain Igor Platonov. To my right are Chief Officer Khruschev, 1st Officer Vasilev, Second Officer Zaitsev, and Third Officer Nikitin. On my left are Fourth Officer Petrov, Fifth Officer Zhukov, and Sixth Officer Morozov is currently upon the bridge.

"These fine men will be the ship's eyes, hands, ears, and mouth. Furthermore, I'd like to congratulate Fifth Officer Zhukov, as his wife is pregnant."

He paused again for applause.

"We will cast away from the berth after luncheon. I invite you all to the boat deck to witness this. However, before I let you eat, I'll give you some brief statistics on the Titanic.

"The Titanic is approximately 883 feet long, and 175 feet tall. We can make approximately 26 knots with favorable conditions, and have a maximum capacity of around 2,000.

"We are powered by 29 coal-fired boilers, which feed two triple-expansion, steam-driven reciprocating engines and a low-pressure turbine. We have three screws, each of the outer driven by the engines and the center by the turbine.

"We displace about 50,000 tons. We have ample provisions aboard for a small city, and every safety requirement is exceeded. I daresay that this ship is nearly sinkable."

The Captain winked, and bid the passengers adieu before stewards flooded into the room with large, shining trays of comestibles.

((OOC: Barley sinkable?!? Now that is a worrying prospect...))

Bump for 400 Posts.

Bump, Come on this is a fun rp.

Chancellor Faulkner took a seat at one of the tables, immensly curious as to what lunch would be like. He had heard the menu announcement, but that only goes so far.

OOC: Bump... The key for this RP is passenger INTERACTION.

OOC:I've been trying Man, I've been trying.

I am, but TIOR won't post >=[

The Premier stood, holding a glass of water.

"A toast to Fifth Officer Zhukov! Best of luck with your child, comrade!"

He said before taking a drink. Hasan lifted his glass of water into the air than took a drink.

The Avadrian Chancellor stood up, glass in hadn, and proposed a toast himself. "And I propose a toast to Captain Platonov and the crew of this magnificent ship!"

"Here here!" Cross and the Commissar said in unicine, Hasan now standing.

Morozov slinked quietly into the room, he had a tendency to be late to things like this, after all. Looking around quickly, he made his way to a seat beside Premier Cross.

He sat down, withdrew a silver flask from his coat and took a long gulp from it. Once he was done, he leaned over and said quietly, "Good afternoon, Premier Cross..."

OOC: BUMP... After your luncheons have finished, the ship will disembark.

"Col. Come With me, I am going to go sit with Morozov, Premier Cross and Commisar Hasan."

"Yes, Sir."

"However, first go invite the Avadrian Chancellor over to the new table. We can all get together and have a nice meal."

"Right away."

The Dictator Walked over to the table while Col. Leary went over to the Avadrian Chancellor.

"Hello Gentlemen, Mind if I join you. I love having the company of my fellow leaders. Does anyone mind if i light up a cuban cigar, I have plenty for you if you would like."

"Mr. Chancellor, Dictator Silver would like to extend an invitation to come dine with him at his table."

"Good afternoon comrades. Hmm, forgive me, but I'm not familiar with your names." Cross said, rather embaressed.

Hasan and Cross sat down.

"Oh, and if you'd like you can smoke. I don't, but I've no reason to stop you."

"Excuse me, Sorry for being rude. My name is Dictator Paul 'The Mad' Silver and my bodyguard here is Col. Leary who is also my close personal friend. Thank you, but if smoking bothers any of you feel free to tell me."

bump...

OOC: What happened to this RP, I thought it was turning out well.