NationStates Jolt Archive

The Neo-classical building is made from grey stone and Guards dressed in gold braid, bright drill union holding their polished SA80s patrol the perimeter. From inside come the cheery music of a brass band playing cheerful carols

Sir Hugh Kangforth-Brooke has been appointed Principal Ambassador to the Embassy and will be hosting a speech on free trade and European Solidarity.

Servants are busy erecting an enormous Christmas tree and perched on step ladders they place the holly on various portaits of generals and staesman. The Stutue of Oliver Cromwell is polished once last time and in the enourmous kitchens Wildboar, Turkeys, geese and Peacocks turn on spits. Puddings are pulled from giant moulds while vats of mulled wine ans mead bubble and spices are added.

The Embassy has just opened and the banquet is about to begin. Sir Hugh is about to start the proceedings and the warm glow of candles light the rooms and oak panelling. Yet there is a strange feeling in the air. This is Sir Hugh's first Embassy dinner I hope it all goes to plan.

Sir Hugh checks his pocket watch. The preceedings are about to begin. Already the guests are beginning to arive.

Strolling through the lobby he enters his office, his new office and pours himself a glass of B'Stardsia's finest bleeding bull brandy. Victoria his secretary walks in and gives him his speech notes. Well time to begin.

Magnus Fonter, the man in a cheap off the peg suit walks into the embassy lighting an equally cheap Orthello cigar. He was uncomfortable out of his air force uniform. Walking into the lobby he picks up a Tankard of hot mead and immediatly feels more cheered. The Brass band ring out "It came upon a midnight clear" and he begins to think that this might indeed be an entertaining evening.

He had come to disscus a deal over the RAFON Terrorist network that had presents in both nations. The B'Stardsia Embassidor had been murdered at a Royal Ball in Aliana a few months ago from the Vulcan Cell from Crocold. Still it was Christmas he could find Sir Hugh soon.

Sir Hugh spotted Magnus in the crowd ushering him into his untidy office.

Magnus, long time no see what have you come to talk to me about? RAFON? you know that ignoring these Anarchists is the best way to deal with them!

Sir Hugh we must send troops to your country. You do nothing to stop these terrorists. Infact your've used them further your own ends in some weird deals.

OOC: you spend lots of time RPing RAFON as well

oh stop complaining Magny it not som bad. Anyway B'Stardsia has little in the way of weapons our governmant needed troops. It was an internal affair now why don't hurry along and enjoy the proceedings.

Look you've let them grow in strength. I'm sorry you can't see this. I'll be in touch. I'm sure we can resolve the problem.

Anyway do you still sell the blue prints for Royal Navy prototypes? My nation is still interested.

Yes I'll set up a thread when I can be bothered to find them. Anyway if you could leave I have a speech to give. Enjoy the evening.

Sir Hugh walked Magnus out of the office and locked it behind him. The brass band began to play the national anthem and Sir Hugh enters the Podium.

"Thank you Ladies and Gentlman and welcome to the Embassy. Thank you to the Ganderburg Brass band who made themselves available at such short notice."

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The speech begins on free trade. The empty hall does not respond but Sir hugh carries on reguardless.