Massive Feminist movement in the Alexian Empire [Archive]

Alexias

24-12-2004, 05:02

Today, without warning, police helicoptors poured thousands of litres of teargas onto the protestors,sending them into panic, followed by the mobilization hundreds of riot police clad in gas masks, who began loading all of the protestors into military vehichles.

Hans, looking through the blury screen of gas, grabbed a women by the forearm.

Hans was a new officer, and not very experienced, espicially not in a case such as this, and so he was caught off guard when the young women began to hit him feebly.

Hans, being an Alexian, was shocked beyond belief. He had been brought up in a traditional Christian family on the eastside of what was now Alex City, and quite frankly had never dealt with this sort of delima before.

Although religious and ethenic indetity were important, the Alexia Hans had grow up in there had always been an unspoken understanding between everyone, the jews, the christians, the si'khs, the muslims, that things like this did not and would never happen. A women hitting a man! What insanity!

Hans was dumpstruck, but he retained his iron grib on her forarm as she battered him in that weak,ineffective way that she did.

Hans thought of his father. If mother had disobeyed, his father would never have stood for it. A quick boxing it would earn her. But then again, his parents got along more often than not, and would probably have agreed on everything anyway.

Finally, Hans decided he must ask.

He'd never been a violent person, but this was ridiculous.

But to hit a women....he was not sure he could bring himself to do it.

He looked at her. She was a pretty, young girl in her late teens, not much yonger than himself, and about a foot shorter. She wore a light simple, spartan dress, a cheap piece of clothing that was more for use than for look, the factory textile which made up the clothing of the normal class. It was a dress of light blue, and the skirt was just a bit over her knees.

He watched he wreathing helplessly, distraught and scared, trying to get away desparatly.

Hans felt rather sorry.

Suddenly, he snapped back into reality. Get a hold of yourself, man! What the hell are you doing?! How much time have you wasted?

He tried to act, but he again hesitated. He did not want to hurt this girl.

But the orders were clear. He had to do what he had to do.

"Stop strugling and come with me!" he screamed at the women in a rough and commanding tone" You are under arrest!"

This only made the girl strugle more, and hit him more frantically, as though it would help her escape.

Hans could no longer delay. The orders of the police chief, the interest of the empire, was more important than his own stupid sense of morality. And so, he raised his trebucheon, and brought it down hard on the shoulder of they young women, producing the loud, distinctive sound that only shattering bone makes. She screamed in pain, and in the swirling chaos around him, Hans saw another women scream aswell, in terror, as she was set upon by two officers.

Wasting no more time, Hans wrapped his arms around the women, threw her over his shoulder, and hauled her to a waiting military transport truck, already overflowing with prisoners.

As the smoke began to clear and the goverment forces disperesed, the last of the prison trucks rolling of into the street, the market was earily quite, void of all sound.

Only the remanants of protest placards and torn panphlets that littered the square hinted that people had been there not long before.

Democratic Colonies

24-12-2004, 05:42

Taxicabs Thought Special Agent Rick McCain to himself. Taxicabs are always the same the world over. They always drive too fast, always go the long way around, and always, always, overchange if you're a tourist.... or, at the very least, someone pretending to be a tourist.
Rick McCain and his 'wife', Jean Carradine, were seated in the backseat of a taxi that was most probably violating maximum speed laws as it made its way through the capitol of Alexias. Rick and Jean had jumped into the first taxi they could find at the airport, tossed in thier bags, and had told the driver to take them someplace downtown where they could see the sights, the culture, the people, and maybe get some shopping done. Perhaps a large square, plaza or outdoor shopping mall. They really had no idea where they were headed, but they assumed that if there was any protest going on, then it'd occur at a place similar to the ones they'd specified.

Both Rick and Jean had dressed for thier part as newlyweds on honeymoon - Rick was wearing a plain pair of black slacks, a casual grey shirt, a dark sports jacket and an utterly ridiculus blue cowboy hat. Jean wore a light brown jacket over a light blue dress, something attractive and feminine but still allowed for a wide range of motion - she wanted to be able to run if she had to.

The streets, both agents noted, seemed to be quieter, more empty then they should be considering the time of year and the fact that it was broad daylight and quite pleasent outside. They were about to bring up thier observation with the driver when they noticed a police helicoptor roar overhead, heading East at a high speed.
"Driver," asked Rick, "what was that?"
The driver shrugged. "Looked like a police chopper, sir." he replied.
"Oooh. I love airshows." said Rick. He turned to face Jean. "Don't you feel like an airshow dear?" he asked her. Jean, realizing the obvious idea Rick had in mind, nodded vigorously.
"I love that type of thing." she said in the false British accent both agents had adopted. "You know, my father used to be a technician for the big airlines. Never had the eyesight to be an actual pilot you see, but it was..."
Rick tapped the cab driver on the shoulder and pointed at the helicoptor as Jean continued to talk about her father's fictional career to no one in paticular. "Yeah, me and the Mrs. would like to see what's going on. Don't want to miss it if it's an airshow. Just follow that chopper, see where it's going. It had to have a reason for buzzing so low over the city."
The cab driver shook his head. "Sir, I really don't think it's an airshow." he said impatiently.
"C'mon mate, just go for it. Me and the bird have come an awful long way to have a nice relaxing time here, and if you can show us the sights..." Rick smiled and withdrew a few 20 dollar bills from his pocket and slapped them onto the driver's armrest.
He was thrown back into his seat as the taxi once again accelerated far past the speed limit, in persuit of the still visible police helicoptor.
The same the world over... Rick thought to himself again as he buckled his seatbelt up.

Nova Hope

24-12-2004, 06:45

(OOC: If anything is not of your liking I am not above censure. I can edit :D )

The satellite chirped and whined, or it would’ve if it wasn’t in the vacuum of space. The high resolution lens brought the scene to the screens in one of the NNAOs many watching facility. It cost billions but it was assumed that the entire world was passively observed by the NNAO, the question was with so many screens and only so many people would it be seen? Anything that happened went straight to the archive, for review if needed, but there was an element of human error in the live feeds.

It was these screens that Director Emily McCain watched now. She stood rigidly her paramilitary training obvious. The screens that elicited her attention now were showing images of a protest in Alex City, Central Province, Alexias. The images were all too familiar, protests over poor treatment, or possibly over favoritism for another demographic. The screens showed, as they did time and time again, a brutal crackdown on the protest by local authorities. Emily sighed at this, she had long lost the sense of futility. Now only a bored eye rolled over the screens.
“This happened less than an hour ago. We managed to…” The operator was cut off by the director’s curt statement.
“This is nothing special operator. There are thousands of nations being vile at all times of the day, why must I be brought out of my bed for this?” The operator stuttered for a moment. Swallowing he continued.
“Well ma’am the reason we felt that this deserved our attention is simple. We didn’t see it first?”
“No?”
“No ma’am. This screen *tap* *tap* is a private satellite, NWN managed to spoof the story. In fact we believe they are preparing to contact the protestors.” Emily let another sigh, this one of exasperation.
“They’re going to whip up media frenzy aren’t they?”
“We believe so ma’am. We’ve already started reviewing their international communications; they’re dispatching a plethora of journalists. Some as is others in assumed identities.” Emily lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew that she’d have to scramble agents to the area. These journalists were sure to put their noses in places that people didn’t want noses. Now she was going to have to make sure that they got deported, and not imprisoned.

Some hours later a flight left from New Houston in Nova Hope, en route to Alex City. On it was Agent Bae Chang. Experienced in hot zone infiltrations he knew why he was being sent. While the area may not be a hot zone now he could imagine it easily becoming one as these moronic journalists forced an issue he was sure Alexias wanted to forget. He was one of half a dozen agents coming into the country under assumed identities. Other agents were attempting to smuggle their gear into the country. He really didn’t know that much about the smuggling operation, self insulated intelligence agency and all. What he did know was that there were three journalists on his flight alone. He could only imagine how many where trying to get into the country in total.

Of these three two were under cover; one as an insurance adjuster, the other as a venture capitalist who might be interested in financing a local business in Alexias. Bae gave his head a mental shake as he continued to ‘doze’. He had to give the private sector something; they were definitely efficient at what they did. The NNAO had checked their passports discretely before the two faux businessmen had left. While they were faked the NNAO had to examine them closely to decide so. It was unlikely that a customs department unfamiliar with Noveit documents would be able to tell that anything was amiss.

(OOC: I need a little info on the border situation so I can smuggle some stuff in. I don’t plan on blowing anything up; I just want to bring in a couple weapons and a shit load of surveillance equipment. As for the journalists I have no doubt you’ll catch some. There are about two to three dozen coming in as is. While another two dozen coming in undercover.

Also bit of info on the treatment of foreigners and the press might help. Again if you don’t want me to get involved I can edit.)

Alexias

27-12-2004, 06:14

I have shit to do, so I will be fast, and rambling. Don't mean to be rude, but deal with it.

No, by all means, I would love to have you play, just a few things.

Again, I highly suggest you at least glance over my thread"The Emerald Revolution", it is highly ghettofabulous.

But, a problem.

I find that your satelite is very cheap. Even the most expensive satelites in the world cannot do such things. It is nonsensical. Say, for simplicity, you found out from the same source as everyone else.

Satelites cannot be that precise and crazy.

Ok, tourist situation.

I suggest you look at my thread on the tourism(My threads are not hard to find, just punch in all threads by this user, I don't have too too many.)

Ok. There are only currently several thousand foreign tourists in the country.

In all the major cities, there are tourist districts, with hotels, shops and the like, with armed guards and soldiers to protect them. People our allowed were they like, but most prefer the tourist district anyhow.

Think China, mid-late 80's.

The goverment recently said that tourism will help us, and the emperor said he wants it around, and so people are very friendly towards foreigners, as they basically help the country. Of course, outside the compound, there is always the chance of being swindled or mugged.

However, tourists are not more popular than the most beloved emperor( who is in fact not from any aparent royal line, but a despot who calls himself emperor. THat explains the country in his name. I will go into detail later.)

Most people would not "betray the emperor and his revolution" for the sake of kindness or even money from tourists.

Again, you should really look at the other thread.

You are allowed to bring cameras, and whatnot, into the country, but lugage is thouroughly searched(not in presence of tourists of course) for things of suspicion. If it gets to that point, tell me the details.

There is an international airport in Alex City, and other smaller airports around the country, aswell as places for boats to land, on the southern (and only) shore.

Tourist attraction would be probably meuseums, statues, monuments, historical sites, shops and such, and for the die hards, things about Alexian culture i.e the different tribes, whatever.

Media.

The goverment owns the most important media outlets(big newspapers, radio station, TV stations, although most people watch TV at a local hangout, like a bar or coffee shop, as televisions are damned expensive, but, there are still independant media stations. People are carefull not to critisieze the goverment, and those that due often suffer reprecusions.

It is rumoured that the emeperor is working on making all media outlets state owned in the future.

Movie theatres our also present. Alexian's general watch movies about the emperor's glorious rise to power, about the darker sides of life, and idiotic comedies.

A famous filmaker was even aloud mock elements of the goverment(with express permission). These included ethenic profiling by police(with groups of police from different tribes trying to aprehend as many from people from rival tribes on rediculous charges) and idiotic Colonel(who is obsessed with his own small amount of power) and lambasting the inefficency of the goverments central beaurocracy(with the main character being made to bus to many different offices all around the city only to end up were he started)

Much of these films seem to be very different from american or british films, resembling more those coming out of India and Hong Kong.

Border.

Again, you should read the thread, but I will elaborate later here. The border is protected by the army,no one may leave or enter the country without goverment permission, roads are only for the army, and inter city travel is done by the Royal Rail Road, the emperor's pride and joy.

Urban Travel.

The streets are shared by all traffic. People on foot, busses, and cars, all mingle in the street. (Think India)

Cars are still much, much faster than walking, but not quite as fast as in America or Europe. Taxicabs can be found in most cities, but are rather expensive(although not for tourists, whose money goes farther.)

Some streets are not really used by cars.

Almost every major city has a bus system(at least)

And a system of urban mass transit trains wich connect with the massive metro systems(or for american's, "undergrounds")

I'm sure I've left alot out, and that is very hard to read, but I have no time to be dilly dalliying. I am off to see some people in a little bit.

We will hammer it all out though, eh? We'll figure it out.

For now.

The taxi slowed to a halt, almot a kilometre and a half away from the market square. Through the windshield, you could see large concrete blockers lined across the road. The roadblock was manned by a group of young soldiers, who were all now looking in confusion at the car. Some of the residents of the sourounding apartement buildings were around to, walking to work or out for a smoke. After the cab parked about a metre away from the roadblock, one of the young soldiers, a skinny, tall man, started walking towards the car, signalling to roll down the windows. Upon arriving, he bent down to talk to the driver.

"Hey, salut man." he said in an almost inaudable half whisper.

The driver gave a small wave of recongnition.

"Hey, um, man, listen, j'pense que t'a prit, comme, un mauvais route. C'east le zone blocker et shit, sa." he continued, pointing to the roadblock."Je m'excuse, mais i'ya pas d'exception. You gonna have to turn around."

"Ouiah, s'cuse" said the driver" Euh il me donner des directions, meme quands il connait pas la ville! Je leurs et dit que c'etait blocker, mais....." he shruged. The soldier nodded knowingly.

"B'en,anyway, c'a fait rien, c'east q'un fautes. Il son pas tres brillant, les outlander, non?" and with that he went toward the back window to talk with the two "tourists".

"I sorray' " he said in the local dialect, wich consisted of slurring your words and cutting of letters and cylables werever possible. This combined with the thick accent's of the people made them near incomprehensible. "I cannae le' you guysa go through. I'm afraid that this zone be all closed off, all shut up like, goverment thang. They repairing the roads, and cannae get be having no disruption and shit, yah'ow? Sorry about the Icanavanianecececece, is gon' have to make a detour, yah'ow? I'm really sorry." He said this, thinking he sounded perfectly clear. If you speak English from, say, England or the states, and go into a Jamaican community, you will know what I mean. The soldier said this all with a smile, and his naivety and honest tone did not give the impression that he knew they were not in fact repairing the roads. For all he knew, that was what was happening. He was just the guy who followed orders. A few bloacks away, in the exact opposite direction of the soldier, a military transport truck came out onto the street, and rounded a coner, and then it was gone.

The Emperial Goverment in the Alexian Empire, in desperation, has turned to the goverment of Decisive Action and the Missisipi federation, asking to work with them to control this most unsual of problems that has manifested, and as your people seem to have rid themselves of such things.

We ask that perhaps a peacefull talk be arranged on how we could better "oversee and contain" these things, and a situation that would fit in the unique situation of Alexia.

The goverment today made a public statement to all patriotic women, thanking them for there action in the revolution, and the fact that they did not and do not put theire own interests in front of that of there people, as some people choose to do.

Simon sat at his desk, pooring through paper and looking through computer files. His one floor office in this small, one room building, packed between a radio station and an apartement building, was very unsual for a goverment building. But non the less, this is were he worked, the only official in the whole place, and it made him feel rather important. Not that there were anyone other the Ruban and Steve there, the two soldiers that guarded his office, but he liked the fact anyway, although he was carefull never to show it. One shouldn't be arrogant around those you'll have to work with every day. Now, on this day, Ruban and Steve were in the "Lobby", a small hallway in the entrance, which was very small and compact, with two benches running parralel along the walls till the seven and a half feet to Simon's little office. Now, on this day, that is were they were. And on this day, man and a woman walked into Simon's office, a man and a woman, about in there late thirties.

"Why hello!" said Simon"What can I do you for?"

"Me and this man are to be married." said the woman, pointing to the man

"Righto. Congradulations. When is the ceremony. Oh, please give me your name. I'm sorry, I have to be fast."

"No ceremony, just nice and quick goverment like. The name's Heather, ID 0000000478798."

Simon punched it in quickly to the computer and scrolled through. "We'll" he said about to continue with the smalltalk."Oh!" he laughed a bit

Miss Solar's, why, it does appear that you are already married!"

"So?" she said "I do have another husband. But I would like to be married to this man too."

"Well...."Simon thought" I don't."

"Why not? Men can have more than one wife, why cannot I?"

"Ah-" he was not given a chance to reply

"Another example of blatant inequality!!!"She screamed"Women are again......"

It had now become apparent that this was simply some sort of protest. This made him angry. He did not have time to fuck around. This was a goverment establishment, and to disrupt it was very unpatriotic! With a quick shout, the two soldiers were through the door, within minutes police were there. With all the confusion and beauracry, ultimatly, poor Simon lost a full days work.

Christ, sorry about the length.

I hate it when I ramble on and end up doing that.

Well, I suppose I am a faster writer than I thought, anyhow.

Sorry, again.

Alexias

27-12-2004, 15:34

Sipin' on jin'in juice, lllllllllllaaaaaaaiiiiiiidddddd back, wh' my mind on my money and my money on my mind!

Nova Hope

27-12-2004, 20:13

(OOC: Well first off you'll have to exscuse my typos and grammer, I'm at my parents for the holidays and Dad doesn't have a program with a spell checker. gah.

I'm not quite sure what you mean by cheap satallite. The US government will frequently make the boast that they can read a postage stamp on the side walk in front of the Kremlin, so the technology is not out of line. Perhaps you are refering to the comment about the ability to see everythng? I must apologize for my use of hyperbole, it was IC and I felt it added to the description.

Because the way everyone found out was quite vague, I don't even think when people started finding out you'd intended it to happen yet, I didn't feel comfortable RPing it. So to make it seem more plausible I made the insinuation that a private media outlet found out about it, and I found out through them. This gave me a more plausible explaination to send agents. So having found out about it they went digging through the archeive for some orbital observations.

Now having said that if you still have a problem I will edit. (not right now as I'd be more comfortable doing it at home). I will try digging around for some of your other threads, as of post time I've already found the thread that opened your country to tourists.)

Alexias

27-12-2004, 20:55

I suppose you are right, now that I think about it, satelittes are better than I make them out to be.

But all the same, all you could really find out would be that there is abnormal movement, perhaps military deployement.

Anyhow, we work it out, for the moment, feel free to RP your person getting into or inside the country, or whatever you like.

Again, thanks for playing.

And everyone, feel free to join in at any time, the more the merrier.

I would not be using the computer, but my family has again unexpectedly gone away without me, and so I have found myself at a loss as to what to do.

Ah well.

But this could go slowly for a while. I do not see my family often, and naturally there company is priority.

Any how.

Nova Hope

27-12-2004, 21:38

(OOC: *points to nose* Your absolutely right. I have no real idea about the feminists or any of it. Right now all I know is:
-there is some protests
-my media is going to try and make some stories out of it soon
-the NNAO are afraid the meida might worsen our relations or simply get thrown in jail

I will keep an eye on the thread but you won't be hearing from me IC until Jan 3rd or so. Once I'm back home.

A question though: seeing as how your coming out of a revolution and your country seems to be almost second world; Is it possible for me to very carefully use stealth planes to air drop some equipment to my agents inside? It'd of course require me sneaking out of the city and a lot of hidding out RP, but could say a moddified B-2 drop my boys in their stuff?)

Alexias

27-12-2004, 21:49

Wow, you responded quickly.

Hm, let me think though.

Yes, second world seems appropriate.

Airdroping, I don't know.

The Emperor, being an avid totalitarian, also has a terrible fear of enemy planes, and there are huge programs to stop things, exactly the kind you are saying.

But, my army is not the best of armies, and of course....

sure, but we would have to work it into the story.

We'll figure it out.

Alexias

28-12-2004, 14:49

Monguaise, you send agents or no?

You are free to play at any time.

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 12:02

ooc: Yes, sending agents. They would be interested in helping the protestors in some way, could this be arranged?

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:00

Maybe. We'd have to see how it plays out.

In any case, we can always have them at least try.

Well, send them anyway, we figure it out, righ?

K

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 15:10

ooc: Okay doaky then.

ic: Christopher Garly spred himself against a low ducking wall, the signs of the violence all too clear in the distance. He made an obscene gesture with his hand, actually a signal to his comrades. Two young women, respectable in clothing and well versed in the speach of feminist indignation ran ahead, and forwards towards the scuffling police and rioters. Their aim was to find the leaders of this insurection, and offer them at the very least passage back to Momanguise.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:23

Just a note, the only way you could get in would be posing as tourists, and you would not be able to bring much equipement. And in addition to that, the whole area is sealed off. It would be nigh impossible to get that close up. But I will assume your agents are skilled enough to do it. The people sealing it off our not very competent anyhow.

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 15:28

ooc: Sorry about that, I know it is godmodish, but I don't want to be stuck in endless airport formalities as so often happens. If you want it to change however, it is of course your call.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:28

"Hey hey, yo! What you all be doin' here up and shit!" yelled a young police officer, speaking in that mangled form of english they seem to have devoloped.

Another, older officer hoped out of the police cruiser that they were standing beside.

"Hey!" he said again"What's going on! You hospital staff?"

The older officer whispered him something, and the younger one nodded, unsligning a large pump shotgun from his back and handing it to the older man, and then began walking at a quick pace towards the small group, not aggresivly, but confused, as though he wanted to figure out what was happening. His short black hair and thick mustache almost dripped with sweat, and his dark brown skin glistened in the sun as he passed between the shadows of grey towering buildings.

The older man stood near the squad car, watching the goings on.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:30

ooc: Sorry about that, I know it is godmodish, but I don't want to be stuck in endless airport formalities as so often happens. If you want it to change however, it is of course your call.

No, don't worry about it. Just keep going.

I just saying that that would be the case, just to clarify.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:32

By the way.

All you other guys, Aust, Nova hope, and whoever else, do not worry, I not just go on to much without you, and If I do, we will RP it up to that point, or whatnot.

In any case, not worry.

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 15:36

"Hey hey, yo! What you all be doin' here up and shit!" yelled a young police officer, speaking in that mangled form of english they seem to have devoloped.

Another, older officer hoped out of the police cruiser that they were standing beside.

"Hey!" he said again"What's going on! You hospital staff?"

The older officer whispered him something, and he began walking at a quick pace towards the small group, not aggresivly, but confused, as though he wanted to figure out what was happening. His short black hair and thick mustache almost dripped with sweat, and his dark brown skin glistened in the sun as he passed between the shadows of grey towering buildings.

"Medical students", stammered the younger of the two, "We hear that there has been some casulties and...and we are here to assist" she finished, before adding "sir". Beside her, the older of the two silently produced the documents that, on initial insepction, would certainly appear to be authentic.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:41

(foreign medical students or local medical students?)

"Medical.....students....." said the officer, looking over the complex documents which were obviously confusing him."I....for healing practice, like?" he looked up, becoming even more nervous, as he did not understand the permission forms.

"Um, okay..." he said, "May I then...see you C.I.S. cards, please? I just need to write something down. Sorry for, uh, de delay."

C.I.S. cards are the cards issued by the goverments Central Identification System, another tool of the ruling cliques totalitarian agenda. Everyone has them, they are an important part of society, and you would have not neglected to make a forgery. It would be hard for intelegence to miss.

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 15:44

"Aye sir, aye". She produced the cards with a flourish, whilst continuing to jabber. "Students born in Alexias, we have travelled a number of nations studying. So can we move through sir? Time is of the essence."

Alexias

30-12-2004, 15:50

The officer, still looking nervous and confused, looked over the cards quickly.

"Euhh, yes, yes."he said. It was now evident that his nervousness was no longer fear of the young "students" but at his own incompetence at not recongnizing official papers.

"Jus', checking and shit, you know? Not ever be to no carefull, eh?" he chuckled half heartedly.

"Oh, um, your papers." he said, handing the papers and cards back.

"Uh, you, you, you...."he was looking for a word" Uh, yah, you students keep up your studies. All be needing you in the empire. Good good work. Power to the emperor!" he said with a salute, and with that, he turned and walked back to the police cruiser to explain to his partner. They were free to go.

(In the Alexian Empire, there are many different tribes, and many different languages. Alex City's tourist motto translates into "The Toronto of Alexia")

(Journalists may always be sent in if you have an embassy. Embassy aplications are here available http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=375174

Momanguise

30-12-2004, 16:18

Alexias

30-12-2004, 16:44

The officer blushed, embarrased, and then watched the girl and her group run off down the street.

The young officer found his partner leaning against the cruiser, rifle held in a slack manner.

"What the hell happened there?" he asked

"Medical students, got all there papers in order." he replied

"Oh. I didn't know that there were to be medical students here at all." said the older man

"I guess they forgot to tell us. They are properly authorized."

"That pretty one there seemed to be quite fond of you. It amazes me how you can charm the ladies and do your job at the same time. Or was that kiss what you call proper authorization?" he laughed at his own joke. A joke that would not be funny to most outsiders, but to locals, a joke such as that would be a work of prestine wit.

They young officer blushed, and laughed along with his friend.

"Shut up." he said, still laughing

And so him and his comrade passed there shift, joking a teasing back on forth, not concerning themselves with the medical students.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 16:51

be back in a second

Red Scandinavia

30-12-2004, 20:35

OOC>> Would it be allright for me to post a response to the situation? I have just sent you a PM explaining why I think I'd know about at least part of the situation.

Kayanastan

30-12-2004, 20:42

:sniper: Profeminist sympathizers from Kayanastan launch guerrilla raids against the Alexian Empire.

Evil Nazi-Commies

30-12-2004, 20:50

"Silence! The great Istvan will speak!"

"Istvan Kirov is very distressed at your problem. Istvan Kirov would very much like to send in The Rogue State Of Evil Nazi-Commies squad of genetically mutated Elephant-Dogs in to take care of this pesky problem... In return for any feminist leaders it captures. Istvan Kirov would like to stress out that our work camps are low on "human resources"."

Evil Nazi-Commies

30-12-2004, 20:53

"The Great Istvan wold like to point out that the Elephant-Dogs are very scary and would quickly discourage a good amount of feminists from their cause."

Alexias

30-12-2004, 21:02

:sniper: Profeminist sympathizers from Kayanastan launch guerrilla raids against the Alexian Empire.

I'm not even going to talk to you.

Alexias

30-12-2004, 21:03

"The Great Istvan wold like to point out that the Elephant-Dogs are very scary and would quickly discourage a good amount of feminists from their cause."

or you

Alexias

30-12-2004, 21:05

Red Scandanavia, please elaborate.

Evil Nazi-Commies

30-12-2004, 21:19

Red Scandinavia

31-12-2004, 00:33

OOC>> Here is how I think Red Scandinavia would know about, and subsequently respond to, the Alexian situation. However, I will be happy to edit or even delete this IC post if there is anything you don't believe is within the bounds of reality with regards to Alexia, allright?

IC>>

Copenhagen, KSS* headquarters
*(Commitee for matters of State Security)

"That's odd." People's Commissar Johansen pondered, as the screen ticked out the message he had required. "What?" His second in command inquired.
"This.. Situation.. In Alexias. Grassroot anarchist and radical informers tell me something big is going down in the feminist circles. Apparently, more than a thousand women are ready to take to the streets for their rights."

"Well, they are a corrupt burgoeis dictatorship, I can't imagine gender equality is their number one priority."
"No, but still, it is a great protester turnout for such a political climate, yes?" "Indeed, Commissar."
"So, it is not a common occurance, and could potentially push Alexias citizenry closer to Scandinavian interests. I have the green light from the bureau, so I think we will interfere to the protestors benefit."
"Should I call up Insurgency?"
"No, we're not that far. I have 500.000 crowns that will be exchanged to Alexias credits by tomorrow morning. We're contacting any and all feminist spokeswomen we can at the moment, and if we find a solid mark, we'll transfer the money."

The endless slums of Alexias, the next day

Attempting by any means possible, KSS attempted to take contact to feminist organizers and spokesmen. These means were at present sattelite phones, through encrypted internet instant messaging and emailing, and having resident Scandinavians contact the persons in question.

If contact could be initiated, the message was basically: "the KSS can help you out, what do you need?"

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:18

That is a bit much to know, and I am not sure how fair that would be for the others, who have to find out things for themselves.

But I suppose it is fair enough, but remember, in this RP I will moderate anything and everything.

Go ahed, I guess.

And, everyone, please, if you are to involve yourselves, you need an embassy. We do not have touristry bureaus in your country, or vice versa, unless we have formal relations.

Red Scandanavia, be warned. You have been given special exception over the other players. Do not abuse it, or everyone will be upset.

IC:

Sadly, the underground feminist movement did not have the kind of resources needed for such outside contact. The ownership of satelite phones or computers were great accomplishments for bussiness, signs of succes, and private ownership, well, that was a great status symbol.

Meanwhile, soldiers, police and paramilitaries were raiding and shutting down the HQ's of womens groups, taking names and arresting or marking down members or criminals, and making hundreds of arrests all across the country.

Favorite targets were printing stations.

The movement was quickly spiraling into non-existence.

But, it still seemed,from what could be taken from the lower beaurocrats, that they were nervous, as though they were waiting for something to come through.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:21

ooc:I'm sorry if my post was out of order but i came across this thread just now an haven't had time to read up on it. I just thought it looked interesting. If the Elephant-Dogs were out of order I would just like to say that I'm not completely familiarized with the reality-limitations on this forum or in the game at all. :rolleyes:

Sorry I was a nuicance.

Don't sweat it. I just don't have time for things like that, it was rather rediculous. I have other things to do.

If you would like to play, by all means, you are welcome.

Awfull good of you to apologize aswell, most people would not do that.

Welcome to nationstates.

And, that was indeed a great epside of the simpsons. I fucking loved that part.

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:33

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 02:36

"Feminists are just women who don't realize their proper position in life... There are basically three proper and natural positions for women, kneeling down, bending over, and lying down, although women should only submit themselves to the rule of a man who has earned it. And my Czar has clearly earned it, that is why I follow his wishes and do as he says, he has earned my obedience and my respect."

Czarina Alice Fabus

Czarina Fabus,

I don't quite understand your logic- "There are basically three proper and natural positions for women"? Pardon my language, but WHAT THE FUCK?

Women are just as capable as men in society. They can do many things that men can do just as well. Also, why should women become nothing more than pets of their husbands? Doesn't make any sense at all- We, like all other humans, have the gift of free will- why not exercise it?

I do agree with you, however, that men do earn their wives' respect, that they are not automatically granted it.

-Mai Graves

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:38

Czarina Fabus,

I don't quite understand your logic- "There are basically three proper and natural positions for women"? Pardon my language, but WHAT THE FUCK?

Women are just as capable as men in society. They can do many things that men can do just as well. Also, why should women become nothing more than pets of their husbands? Doesn't make any sense at all- We, like all other humans, have the gift of free will- why not exercise it?

I do agree with you, however, that men do earn their wives' respect, that they are not automatically granted it.

-Mai Graves

"Roger has more than earned the right to exercise his guidance over me for my benefit. He simply knows what is best. It would be wrong and presumptuous for me to think I know better than Roger. Well that is in most regards, I do know for certain he needs to stop smoking and cut back on the drinking and eat better foods to keep cholesterol and blood pressure in check."

Czarina Alice Fabus

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 02:41

"Roger has more than earned the right to exercise his guidance over me for my benefit. He simply knows what is best. It would be wrong and presumptuous for me to think I know better than Roger. Well that is in most regards, I do know for certain he needs to stop smoking and cut back on the drinking and eat better foods to keep cholesterol and blood pressure in check."

Czarina Alice Fabus

"How can you say that? You still have free will- and how does he know what's best for you? It's not like he's your father, or something..."

-Mai Graves

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:41

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:43

"How can you say that? You still have free will- and how does he know what's best for you? It's not like he's your father, or something..."

-Mai Graves

(Ironically, Incest is legal in Decisive Action)

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:44

"How can you say that? You still have free will- and how does he know what's best for you? It's not like he's your father, or something..."

-Mai Graves

Appearing on television, with a smile on her face that slowly turned into a grin, Alice said, "Let's just say Roger knows how to take care of my properly."

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:47

[QUOTE=Alexias]The Emperial Goverment will not allow our internal affairs to became a forum or vehicle for the propagation of ANY views and or opnions. [QUOTE]

Ahem.....

The Emperial Goverment has as of now jammed the airwaves over Alexia to all be solicited international broadcasts.

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 02:48

Appearing on television, with a smile on her face that slowly turned into a grin, Alice said, "Let's just say Roger knows how to take care of my properly."

Mai sighed, "I can just imagine. Then again, I can say the same thing for Colin."

At that point, Colin walked in. He saw Mai writing the message, and whispered right in her ear, "Mai, what have I told you about telling random-ass women about our sex habits?" He then look at the address on the email, and saw who it was, "Then again, with the Fabus woman- I really don't care. She and Roger do it like rabbits."

At that point, trying to shut Colin up, Mai embraced him and started kissing him. Colin quickly forgot the whole matter.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:48

(Actually, never mind. Go ahead. But, Canadian Union, read this whole thread, as Decisive Action has, before you do ANYTHING)

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:48

The Emperial Goverment will not allow our internal affairs to became a forum or vehicle for the propagation of ANY views and or opnions.

Secret IC:

His emperorship personally agrees with the good Czarina.

He has also asked that she bring the attention to our situation, of her husband, as we desperatly need his help in restoring morality to the empire.

Secret IC:

"We will glady help you, what would you like us to do? Send our intelligence services to help you keep tabs on domestic enemies and round them up?"

Czarina Alice Fabus

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 02:50

(Actually, never mind. Go ahead. But, Canadian Union, read this whole thread, as Decisive Action has, before you do ANYTHING)

(Alexias, This is just a message he sent me- I knew Mai Graves would be interested, so she responded- she and her husband (the PM) really don't care for DA's strange views)

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:50

Mai sighed, "I can just imagine. Then again, I can say the same thing for Colin."

At that point, Colin walked in. He saw Mai writing the message, and whispered right in her ear, "Mai, what have I told you about telling random-ass women about our sex habits?" He then look at the address on the email, and saw who it was, "Then again, with the Fabus woman- I really don't care. She and Roger do it like rabbits."

At that point, trying to shut Colin up, Mai embraced him and started kissing him. Colin quickly forgot the whole matter.

"So, just because Roger is so good at it, and there is nothing I enjoy more than being with him, is that a crime? I think not! Perhaps Mr. Colin and his Vietcong spy of a wife just can't bring themselves to do each other more than once a week..."

Czarina Alice Fabus

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:52

(Alexias, This is just a message he sent me- I knew Mai Graves would be interested, so she responded- she and her husband (the PM) really don't care for DA's strange views)

None of that really is all that relavent, I am afraid.

I am a stickler for relavence, I have been told.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 02:55

Secret IC:

"We will glady help you, what would you like us to do? Send our intelligence services to help you keep tabs on domestic enemies and round them up?"

Czarina Alice Fabus

His emperorship must thank the most hounorable Czarina for her help in this matter.

We had in mind, perhaps, a collaboration to find a workable control system that would be compatable with the unique situation in Alexia.

Perhaps we could set up a temporary consulate for some of your representatives in a goverment hotel?

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 02:57

(Ironically, Incest is legal in Decisive Action)

No, technically it's outlawed, but it's only illegal if it's say, parent-child. We quietly tolerate brother-sister or cousin-cousin.

In the USA, under most states laws, anybody that is 2nd cousin or farther apart in relations, can marry.

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 03:02

"So, just because Roger is so good at it, and there is nothing I enjoy more than being with him, is that a crime? I think not! Perhaps Mr. Colin and his Vietcong spy of a wife just can't bring themselves to do each other more than once a week..."

Czarina Alice Fabus

Later that evening, Mai finally got around to replying.

"Erm..Did I say that he wasn't good? Alice, I wasn't implying a thing at all about you or Roger-As for my husband, I admit, Colin can be somewhat tactless at times- years of service in Parliament can do that to a man, I suppose."

As Mai read the rest of the message, she was angered by Alice's accusation of being a VC spy.

"Woman, I was born in FUCKIN' VANCOUVER on OCTOBER 9TH, 1971- AGAIN, VANCOUVER, NOT VIETNAM- AND, IF YOU MUST KNOW, COLIN AND ME DO IT AT LEAST ONCE A DAY, REPEAT, ONCE A DAY, BITCH!"

She sent the message.

Colin was busy finishing paperwork when he overhead Mai muttering to herself. He walked over to see what was wrong. He was horrified at what she had written. He then put his hand on her shoulder, and said,

"Mai, please, calm down--no one really cares about what Alice thinks. She's a little bitch anyway."

Mai then laid down on the couch, and Colin began talking to her. He thought to himself, "God help us...Mississippi has unleashed a great anger indeed."

Alexias

31-12-2004, 03:05

No, technically it's outlawed, but it's only illegal if it's say, parent-child. We quietly tolerate brother-sister or cousin-cousin.

In the USA, under most states laws, anybody that is 2nd cousin or farther apart in relations, can marry.

I correct that. Certain types of incest.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 03:06

Later that evening, Mai finally got around to replying.

"Erm..Did I say that he wasn't good? Alice, I wasn't implying a thing at all about you or Roger-As for my husband, I admit, Colin can be somewhat tactless at times- years of service in Parliament can do that to a man, I suppose."

As Mai read the rest of the message, she was angered by Alice's accusation of being a VC spy.

"Woman, I was born in FUCKIN' VANCOUVER on OCTOBER 9TH, 1971- AGAIN, VANCOUVER, NOT VIETNAM- AND, IF YOU MUST KNOW, COLIN AND ME DO IT AT LEAST ONCE A DAY, REPEAT, ONCE A DAY, BITCH!"

She sent the message.

Colin was busy finishing paperwork when he overhead Mai muttering to herself. He walked over to see what was wrong. He was horrified at what she had written. He then put his hand on her shoulder, and said,

"Mai, please, calm down--no one really cares about what Alice thinks. She's a little bitch anyway."

Mai then laid down on the couch, and Colin began talking to her. He thought to himself, "God help us...Mississippi has unleashed a great anger indeed."

Do you really think national leaders would stoop to the level of having personel feuds or disagreements with other political figures go that deep? You don't seem to know much about politics, my friend.

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 03:12

Later that evening, Mai finally got around to replying.

"Erm..Did I say that he wasn't good? Alice, I wasn't implying a thing at all about you or Roger-As for my husband, I admit, Colin can be somewhat tactless at times- years of service in Parliament can do that to a man, I suppose."

As Mai read the rest of the message, she was angered by Alice's accusation of being a VC spy.

"Woman, I was born in FUCKIN' VANCOUVER on OCTOBER 9TH, 1971- AGAIN, VANCOUVER, NOT VIETNAM- AND, IF YOU MUST KNOW, COLIN AND ME DO IT AT LEAST ONCE A DAY, REPEAT, ONCE A DAY, BITCH!"

She sent the message.

Colin was busy finishing paperwork when he overhead Mai muttering to herself. He walked over to see what was wrong. He was horrified at what she had written. He then put his hand on her shoulder, and said,

"Mai, please, calm down--no one really cares about what Alice thinks. She's a little bitch anyway."

Mai then laid down on the couch, and Colin began talking to her. He thought to himself, "God help us...Mississippi has unleashed a great anger indeed."

"You were still in the Canadian Communist Party in the late 90s. Anyway, if you don't like me, perhaps we should fight, I am currently pregnant, but in about seven and one-half months, I'll have given birth, and then a few weeks later, we can fight... I kicked Yuna's ass, I can kick yours. Although I think Yuna is a decent enough woman and is probably just a bit unlucky, I know you're a communist whore."

Czarina Alice Fabus

Alexias

31-12-2004, 03:13

pfffftttttt

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 03:15

"You were still in the Canadian Communist Party in the late 90s. Anyway, if you don't like me, perhaps we should fight, I am currently pregnant, but in about seven and one-half months, I'll have given birth, and then a few weeks later, we can fight... I kicked Yuna's ass, I can kick yours. Although I think Yuna is a decent enough woman and is probably just a bit unlucky, I know you're a communist whore."

Czarina Alice Fabus

If you're going to dig up my political history- get your facts straight. It was from February '88 to October '89- I know communism doesn't work now.

I have no desire to fight you at all. I'm not inclined to violence.

Also, how could you POSSIBLY know what I say to Colin when I'm not sending you insult--I mean emails.

-Mai Graves

"Leave my wife alone, Alice. She's rather tired, and is not thinking properly. That's an order."

-Colin Graves

Alexias

31-12-2004, 03:16

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 03:17

If you're going to dig up my political history- get your facts straight. It was from February '88 to October '89- I know communism doesn't work now.

I have no desire to fight you at all. I'm not inclined to violence.

Also, how could you POSSIBLY know what I say to Colin when I'm not sending you insult--I mean emails.

-Mai Graves

"Leave my wife alone, Alice. She's rather tired, and is not thinking properly. That's an order."

-Colin Graves

"I meant late eighties, the secretary taking the note down wrote nineties by mistake. As for you, bitch, I'm going to kick your ass. And tell your husband, the race-traitor, he orders me to do nothing, I only take orders from God and from Roger Fabus, not from a yellow-loving race traitor... I will kick your ass and his ass... Both at once if you want!"

Czarina Alice Fabus

Decisive Action

31-12-2004, 03:18

this no longer makes any sense, neither of you do, please stop.

Ooc- Sorry, we'll leave and carry our arguments elsewhere.

Red Scandinavia

31-12-2004, 03:18

OOC>> I'll be careful. *nods* It seems intriguing so far.

IC>>

Copenhagen, Foreign Council

The foreign council of Scandinavia had, upon recieving news from Alexia, begun a moderate diplomatic push. Alexias is being invited to open an embassy inside the Peoples' Federation, and Scandinavia formally requests that the two nations open relations; perhaps to create a permanent Scandinavian embassy.

Alexias

The KSS stopped its futile attempt to contact feminist activists, and instead awaited the construction of an embassy in order to learn more about the current situation in Alexias.

OOC>>
I might be gone for a day or two. Happy new year!

The Canadian Union

31-12-2004, 03:20

"I meant late eighties, the secretary taking the note down wrote nineties by mistake. As for you, bitch, I'm going to kick your ass. And tell your husband, the race-traitor, he orders me to do nothing, I only take orders from God and from Roger Fabus, not from a yellow-loving race traitor... I will kick your ass and his ass... Both at once if you want!"

Czarina Alice Fabus

(Alexias, I apologise- I will get out of this thread when DA posts this elsewhere)

"Alice, you need to calm down. You're being irrational. There is absolutely no need to go after my wife or myself. We've done nothing to you. As for myself, I am not a race-traitor, because there is no such thing. Do I hold alliegance to the white race? Not in the least. My loyalty is to God and my country. Not to your idea of the white race."

-Colin Graves

Democratic Colonies

31-12-2004, 03:42

OOC:

Special Agent Rick McCain, Colonial Intelligence Service, Section 5 (Special Operations)
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/jude_law_ap_132091a.jpg)

Special Agent Jean Carradine, Colonial Intelligence Service, Section 5 (Special Operations)
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/amandapeet.jpg)

IC:

"This is beyond stupid." complained Carradine, a glass of Coke in her hand. She and McCain, unable to get around the Alexian roadblocks, were currently eating lunch at a local cafe.

"Wha?" asked McCain, munching on a ham sandwich.

"I said, this is beyond stupid." she repeated, sounding disapointed. She leaned in closer to him before continuing, speaking in a quiet tone. "So we go through the trouble of hopping through a dozen countries and changing papers half a dozen times to get to Alexia. Now we're were, and I'm drinking a watered down Coke in a cafe while widespread feminist protest may or may not be happening a block away? This wasen't exactly what it said in the recruitment poster you know. 'Join the Colonial Intelligence Service, eat crappy ham sandwiches in far away foreign lands.'"

McCain took another bite of his sandwich before replying.
"Look, I know that this dosen't seem like the super high risk secret agent stuff that you were expecting, but take it from someone who's been on more missions than you - "

"Hey, you've only been on three missions compared to my one." interupted Carradine.

"Point is," continued McCain, "You can't just go into a country and expect it to be non-stop shooting and explosions like some Bond flick. It's lunch time. We are hungry. Therefore, we are eating lunch."

McCain leaned back in his seat and took another bite out of his sandwich before continuing.

"Secret super agent or not, we still need food. Besides," he looked around, "maybe we'll run into a lead while we're at it."

Carradine looked around the cafe as well. There do seem to be quite a few women in here. She thought to herself. But that could mean anything. Normal patronage gender flux... but still. Carradine looked around the room again while sipping her Coke. Probably dosen't mean anything.... probably.

The Rubber Band Man

31-12-2004, 04:05

Silence became upon the crowd as more protesters joined from the Rubber Band Man Leading Group for Civil Rights (R.B.M.L.G.F.C.R.) VIA Common Tourism Airliners, A well known Radical Political Party Infamous for attempting to setting fire to The Confederacy of Average Man's Parliament house 17 Years ago The Government has ordered a close to its borders and asks that all RBM Air Marshals regroup all visitors to the Alexian Empire immediately.

Attempting to avoid a diplomatic nightmare, The Rubber Band Man is Offering One Platoon of RMB-PARA Spetz Foreign Relations Soldiers for Use armed with Tear gas, Night Sticks, and a H&K .45 UMP For use if The Alexian Empire Wishes to have these people seized and returned to The Dominion of the Rubber Band Man.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 05:44

Alexias

31-12-2004, 05:59

(May I be the first to point out, no, I have never played the video game "Grand Theft Auto", and was horrified to hear about it.

You see, were I come from, the bright green bandana is the color of the P.O.I gang, which operates Montreal and Ottawa. They had that coulor years before those fucking american white ass mofo's stole it for there video game. The green protector's are based on the P.O.I. I am not very original, I suppose.....but neither our those damned americans.

Sorry about the rant, I just had to say it.)

(is the cafe in the tourist district or among the real city?)

A group of youths stormed noisily into the small cafe. They wore bright green bandana's covering there hair, and second ones covering there face. They bore weapons of every kind. Knifes, pieces of chain, pipes, machetes, basseball bats. And ominously, some of them had with them, displayed flamboyantly, illegal firearms, 9mm pistols. They quickly fanned out through the cafe. Some people focused all there attention on them, others ignored them completly.

Two of them approached a small man wearing a little, odd looking cap, who immediatly sprung from his chair and ran for the back exit. They ran after him, much faster, and soon caught the young man, clubing him over the head with part of a steel pipe. He crumpled to the ground, and one they siezed him under the shoulders. They then yelled something in Urdu to there comrades, who replied in an incomprehensible mixture of different local dialects, switching from one to the other without hesitation.

They dragged the young man out of the cafe, and one of the masked youths turned to the patrons and muttered. "Sorry, sorry!" and walked out looking embarrased.

The patrons of the cafe did not seem all to disturbed.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 06:00

Ooc- Sorry, we'll leave and carry our arguments elsewhere.

thank you

Democratic Colonies

31-12-2004, 06:33

(is the cafe in the tourist district or among the real city?)

ooc: Just outside of the roadblocks where they were stopped.

IC:

Rick McCain and Jean Carradine noticably tensed when the men entered the cafe, but after sharing a quick glance, decided to ignore them, like many of the patrons were doing.

ooc: So is the guy that was beaten up still with the youths, or is he just outside of the cafe?

Alexias

31-12-2004, 06:40

(Outside the roadblocks.Got it. Thanks. they are dragging him away down the street, on foot.

Democratic Colonies

31-12-2004, 06:53

"We should go follow them." said McCain.

"They've got guns." replied Carradine stiffly. "We couldn't risk getting guns through the airports."

"Screw that." said McCain. "This is our lead. I'll follow them, see what happens. You go down a parallel street, act like the naive tourist you're supposed to be, cut infront of them, act shocked, and ask them what's going on. Then, you go back down the parallel street and regroup with me to see where they're going."

Carradine looked worried.
"That's insane." she said, shaking her head.
"Why don't you go cut across and ask them what's going on?"

"Because you're a woman." replied McCain. "They won't beat you up... probably."

"No way! said Carradine. "You saw those guys... What'll they think when some pretty little thing like me comes up and asks stupid questions?"

"Look," said McCain impatiently, "they're getting away. I'll cover you - "

He was interupted by Carradine's question of "Cover me with what?" but continued anyways.

"I'll cover you and come in if anything goes wrong. Besides, it looks like those guys are on strictly business - you saw how they zoomed right in on the guy wearing the hat and then said sorry to us. I doubt they'll do anything to you. Now come on, let's go."

McCain stood up from his chair and tossed down a 5 and a 10 dollar bill. Carradine nervously stood up after him and followed him out the door, hoping that McCain's little improvised plan would work out alright.

ooc: incase it isn't already clear, they're rookie agents without a real chain of command.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 16:35

(oh. I see. So they have not much experience. Gotcha.

Did you hear that Decisive Action was deleted?

Oh, and there are about 17 men, give or take)

The men were muttering among themselves, dragging the skinny teenager they had apprehended down the street. He seemed to be waking, and they did not seem perticularly happy about it. They stopped, sourounding him,(so as to obscure the happenings from the view of the passers by, who did not seem to be paying much mind) his arms still pinned behind his back by a large youth. One of them, one that was likely a few years older than the rest, and one of the only of the group with a gun, took the lead. He began shouting at the man in a mixture of Punjabi and English, rolling out a string of threats and curse that could not really be made out.

"........not fuck up or I kill you, whitey!" he ended, and another one of the young men walked up and kicked the captive in the jaw. Oddly enough, the man who kicked him was himself white.

The leader person went to the aggressor and began speaking to him in Urdu, seemingly to rebuke him and to tell him to refrain from it. The man nodded, and stepped away from the captive.

The leader of the group then again adressed the prisoner, asking him a question, and the prisoner seemed to shake his head no.

Nodding back, the leader then quickly rallied everyone and was about to continue, when he saw a young women cut him off.

He began to bable out something in urdu, but then, seeing she was a tourist, tried arabic. Quickly seeing this would not work either, he stabbed at english.

"Hello tourist women. Help you hope your stay. We must go, go by you please. Please let us go by." he said, gesturing to his group and too the street behind her.

He seemed to remain calm, but was obviously uncomfortable, as though he was a bit unsure what to do.

Nevigrad

31-12-2004, 17:20

You dont Need an excuse kill em!

Johann Vladmir head of Nevigradian Suppresion Police Force(NSPF)

Democratic Colonies

31-12-2004, 21:49

"Hello tourist women. Help you hope your stay. We must go, go by you please. Please let us go by." he said, gesturing to his group and too the street behind her."

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Carradine in what she hoped was a shocked voice. "What are you doing to that poor boy? Why are you beating him up?"

McCain watched nervously from a few dozen metres behind the youths, not entirely sure if he could even protect Carradine if things went wrong, but determined to try anyways if they attacked her.

Alexias

31-12-2004, 23:12

You dont Need an excuse kill em!

Johann Vladmir head of Nevigradian Suppresion Police Force(NSPF)

shut up and go away!

Nevigrad

31-12-2004, 23:40

Hearing this on Nevigradian International News,millions of women were brought in by the Nevigradian Suppression Police Force for interrigation.Many Women confessed to belonging to these groups.

National Animal Liberation Front

Nevigrad's Women Freedom-fighters

International Womens Army

Our Mayrted Ladies

Those confessed were terminated.

Nevigrad

31-12-2004, 23:42

shut up and go away!

Why my country was giving you advice,Im sorry if your a liberal( :mad: ) but in my country interragation and execution are the answers.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:03

Why my country was giving you advice,Im sorry if your a liberal( :mad: ) but in my country interragation and execution are the answers.

stop bothering me.

Happy new year. Off to a party in a little bit. Hope you guys have fun too.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:04

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Carradine in what she hoped was a shocked voice. "What are you doing to that poor boy? Why are you beating him up?"

McCain watched nervously from a few dozen metres behind the youths, not entirely sure if he could even protect Carradine if things went wrong, but determined to try anyways if they attacked her.

Gimme a minute.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:13

The man looked a bit uneasy. Why was a tourist even in this part of town? What was he to do?

"I cannae tell you that, I be sorry. Ofacial bidness, you say?" he gave a sly smile.

Seeing that she did not really find this a satisfactory answer, he decided to divulge a little more, if only to put her at ease. He had already done considerable harm to the touristry image of Alexia in the women's mind, and so he thought it only right to at least try to explain.

"This, this boy, criminal." he said in faltering english." Too....police station. Using weapons not allowed to have, for hurt the people, counter revolutionary, murderer.Uh, uh, uh..." he pointed at a bus that was rolling down the street."Uh, BOOM!" he said, gesturing to try and portray explosion.

"Criminal." he said again." I, we, go now." and with that, he and his men tried to walk around the women, dragging there captive, and down the street.

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 02:22

"So he's a counter revolutionary?" asked Carradine, trying to sound suprised even though she wasen't. She stepped aside to let the youths continue on thier way, but then began to walk alongside the one who had been answering her questions.

"So, what kind of counter revolutionary?" she asked. "Facist? Communist? Feminist?"

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:30

The man seemed now extremly uncomfortable, as did many of his men, but he decided there was really no harm in answering the questions of a pretty young foreigner.

"Greedy pro-democrat, he says. Traitor of the people. Emperor is benevolent, not harm for belief, even if bad in head, but is he is murderer. Automobile, KABOOM! He took a bomb, give it to killer murderer peoples. KABOOM! Murder. Many dead. You see?"

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 02:41

"Ofcourse, ofcourse." said Carradine, noting how uncomfortable the men seemed to be. She smiled at them, tried to put them at ease.

"Thank you for answering my many questions, I was only curious." she said.

She waited there for the men to leave before McCain came up beside her, looking relieved.

"What'd they say?" he asked.

"The boy's some kind of terrorist." she said. "Apparently, blew up a car or a bus or both. Pro democracy, killed some people. Not exactly who we're looking for."

McCain shook his head. "You think they're telling the truth?" he asked.

"Not sure." replied Carradine. "Even if they are though, someone like that might have connections - know where the feminists are, if there are any. I think we should follow them, see where they go. They claim to be going to the police station."

McCain nodded. "Alright." he said. "We don't have anything else to chase. Let's just follow them, although I think we're pretty much back to square one."

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:52

I can't believe that I am here on new years eve. I have to take care of my damned siblings until my grandmother gets back from her drinking binge party thing. I am extremly frusterated and annoyed.

Fuck,I have party to go to and to top it all off my baby sister in covered in ice cream.

Ah well. She'll be back soon enough, I hope.

(Oh, and are your guys being all stealthy following them, or can they be seen?)

The men continued on there way, with the young man still with them, walking now, flanked by two knife brandishing thugs.

At long last, they arrived at a police station, and five officers uniformed officers waited outside on the steps to relieve them of the prisoner. The officers took the young man into the station, with one waiting outside, who began to pass out twenty dollar bills, giving thirty to the man in charge. The young men cheered and shouted, slapping each other on the back, and doing other signs of victory. As the men said there farewells, they pulled off the bandanas that covered there faces, and then split up into smaller groups, going out in there separate ways, talking.

Many people on the street smiled at them or gave words of praise or encouragement.
They

Alexias

01-01-2005, 02:53

Not that I don't like having fun with you guys here.....ahem........

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 02:58

ooc: Don't worry about it. Me, I'd love to be partying with my friends right now but noooo..... stupid RL problems. Ahem.

Anyways, my people were following stealthily.

IC:

"Well, that was pretty much exactly as they claimed." said Carradine. "What should we do now?"

"I say we ask the police officers what's going on." said McCain.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Carradine, worried.

"No." replied McCain, sounding nervous. "What's the worst that could happen though? We're just tourists asking questions." he started walking towards the police station.

What's the worst that could happen? Carradine asked herself as she followed McCain. I think we might just find out.

Takeoshika

01-01-2005, 03:07

I say we keep the women right where they should be. In the kitchen.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:08

Real life problems? Got in some sort of fight with your friends? Anyhow, it's none of my bussiness, I won't pester you about it.

But whatever it may be, nothing is worse than a sticky child.

The officer who had been handing out money stood on the steps, watching the two tourists suspiciously. He showed no sign that he had to be anywhere.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:10

I say we keep the women right where they should be. In the kitchen.

Listen, nobody post here unless they are going to read the whole thing and play in a coherent manner.

I am sorry, but that is jus the way is going to be.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:14

The younger girl leaned forwards and placed a light kiss on the officers cheek, before they ran giggling towards the scuffle ahead.

Soldiers and police walked around the square, loading up the last of the protestors, constantly vigilant for any problems.

Seeing the young people enter the square, a soldier yelled loudly, and trained his gun on them.

"No movement!"he said, and then to his comrades"We got some more of them!"

Soon, two more soldiers were aiming at the young spies.

"No movement." repeated the first soldier.

A junior officer was walking towards the scene from a few blocks away.

Freebeez

01-01-2005, 03:22

"There isn't a feminist in the world that can't be cured in thirty minutes... Most feminists are just women who either cannot orgasm, or have great difficulty doing so... I've cured many feminists using the tried and true methods of a good fucking... Nothing gets a woman's mind off political shit better than fucking her brains out. Then the only thing she can think about is screaming your name... It really works well... I find feminists, once they get some dick, are really rather nice women, they just need to be reminded of their places, either in the kitchen, in the bedroom, or in the hospital delivery room."

Dr. Curtis Fabus
:fluffle: (Whoowee! Well, Mr Superduperman, I just hope you realize that your "cure" COULD be considered "date rape" and PROSECUTED. Just a friendly little reminder from a fat, dumpy, brunette old enough to be your mother. Oh, and most women don't consider orgasim to be a "cure", either. And be careful, because too much sex can give you penile dysfunction, you know. I mean, what's a male but an ambulatory penis with legs? Biologists, btw, have proven that males are actually unnecessary for the propagation of the species, and that males of ALL species begin life as females---until testosterone levels cause the ovum to mutate, which results in males having higher rates of disease, both physical and mental. Just thought you'd like to know, dear.)
Drunken grandmother stumbles onto scene, pukes copiously over policeman, then bashes his partner and backup with her purse. Cheers from the protesters, who bare their breasts in solidarity with all oppressed women and chant "Jugs For Justice!" Police are naturally distracted by this spontaneous demonstration of mammary development and fail to notice the masked ninjas slinking around the perimeter behind them. The leader of these ninjas is the notorious feminazi called Jane Fondle, or Red-hot Jane (from her political-radical days back in the 60s), who, having been sentenced to "the cure", has vowed to castrate all males for the betterment of mankind. She and her band of fat, dumpy, bleach-blondes gone bald, now stalk their prey and jump out shrieking "Die, Male Chauvinist Pigs!" The police take one look at these incredibly ugly broads and faint dead away on the spot. Jane slashes off the penis of the cop who got puked on and triumphantly holds it up for all to see. Protesters applaud and scream "Bobbitt-ize 'em all!" Meanwhile, drunken grandmother mistakes one ninja for the ex-wrestler nicknamed "Gorgeous George" for his flowing golden locks, and passionately throws herself into "it's" arms. "Cure me!", granny cries. Ninja takes one whiff of drunken granny's breath and pukes. "Spurn her, the old bag!", Jane roars, and advances on drunken granny. Drunken granny clings to sick ninja, pleading "George, do something! I wuz yer biggest fan!", but the ninja only wants to be out of range of the other's "dog-breath", and so shoves granny away roughly. This displeases the protesters, who boo and hiss. "She's just a drunken old slut!", Jane cries."I wanna be cured", wails granny. In the confusion, the police have recovered from their faint and now decide to just go home and take out their frustrations on their wives like always.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:27

Shut up and fuck off you ass! I just said not to do exactly what you just did! For fuck's sake......

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:28

And no one cares about your friend, either.

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 03:34

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:46

McCain walked up to the police officer, and while still wearing his ridiculus blue cowboy hat and with an exaggerated British accent, began to speak.

"Hello good officer! Might I ask, what was up with that poor chap that just got dragged into your station?"

While both Rick McCain and Jean Carradine, natives of Andromeda Colony, naturally had a slight British accent at times, McCain was exaggerating his to beyond sterotypical levelsl in an attempt to appear as much like a tourist as possible.

(colony? This is present tech, you know. We can probably work around it, but just so you know.)

The officer stared blankly at the in cognito spy.

"He was a KRIMINEL" he aswered, his thick accent a sharp contrast to that of the spie's."and he broke the law. Hurt people. We do not tolerate such things around here. All our equal in the eyes of the emperor."

His little diatribe seemed planned, as though he had said it many times before.

"Might I ask what brings you out of the tourist district? These are not really nice place be being here. You are" he hesitated" Journalists?"

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 03:52

ooc: Don't worry. 'Colony' is just a term we use for what in other countries would be called 'states' or 'provinces'. I'm modern/really near post modern tech in nearly every regard.

Andromeda Colony is an island in the Pacific that the British at one point ruled. I can see how that might be quite confusing though.

IC:

"Journalists? Not at all mate." laughed McCain. "Me and the bird just wanted to get a little look see around, that's all. We were a bit curious about that fellow who got beaten up and dragged here though - we were just eating lunch in this great little cafe when all of a sudden - BAM! - all these guys come in, beat him up and drag him 'ere."

McCain smiled and tapped the side of his hat. "So, what'd the little bugger do in paticular? He a communist? Nazi? Feminist? Religious extremist? All of the above?"

Alexias

01-01-2005, 03:58

Alexias

01-01-2005, 04:05

:fluffle: (Whoowee! Well, Mr Superduperman, I just hope you realize that your "cure" COULD be considered "date rape" and PROSECUTED. Just a friendly little reminder from a fat, dumpy, brunette old enough to be your mother. Oh, and most women don't consider orgasim to be a "cure", either. And be careful, because too much sex can give you penile dysfunction, you know. I mean, what's a male but an ambulatory penis with legs? Biologists, btw, have proven that males are actually unnecessary for the propagation of the species, and that males of ALL species begin life as females---until testosterone levels cause the ovum to mutate, which results in males having higher rates of disease, both physical and mental. Just thought you'd like to know, dear.)
Drunken grandmother stumbles onto scene, pukes copiously over policeman, then bashes his partner and backup with her purse. Cheers from the protesters, who bare their breasts in solidarity with all oppressed women and chant "Jugs For Justice!" Police are naturally distracted by this spontaneous demonstration of mammary development and fail to notice the masked ninjas slinking around the perimeter behind them. The leader of these ninjas is the notorious feminazi called Jane Fondle, or Red-hot Jane (from her political-radical days back in the 60s), who, having been sentenced to "the cure", has vowed to castrate all males for the betterment of mankind. She and her band of fat, dumpy, bleach-blondes gone bald, now stalk their prey and jump out shrieking "Die, Male Chauvinist Pigs!" The police take one look at these incredibly ugly broads and faint dead away on the spot. Jane slashes off the penis of the cop who got puked on and triumphantly holds it up for all to see. Protesters applaud and scream "Bobbitt-ize 'em all!" Meanwhile, drunken grandmother mistakes one ninja for the ex-wrestler nicknamed "Gorgeous George" for his flowing golden locks, and passionately throws herself into "it's" arms. "Cure me!", granny cries. Ninja takes one whiff of drunken granny's breath and pukes. "Spurn her, the old bag!", Jane roars, and advances on drunken granny. Drunken granny clings to sick ninja, pleading "George, do something! I wuz yer biggest fan!", but the ninja only wants to be out of range of the other's "dog-breath", and so shoves granny away roughly. This displeases the protesters, who boo and hiss. "She's just a drunken old slut!", Jane cries."I wanna be cured", wails granny. In the confusion, the police have recovered from their faint and now decide to just go home and take out their frustrations on their wives like always.

Edit it all you like, I still do not care. Leave me alone and never write here again. Please.

Freebeez

01-01-2005, 04:07

Shut up and fuck off you ass! I just said not to do exactly what you just did! For fuck's sake......
Hey, Alexias, read the REST of my post. And have you been taking Viagra lately, I wonder? Okay, I'm off. Bye! :sniper:

Alexias

01-01-2005, 04:08

Hey, Alexias, read the REST of my post. And have you been taking Viagra lately, I wonder?

What did I just say?

Stop it right now, for the love of god.

I told you to stop! That is not unreasonable. What you are righting does not even make sense! Stop!

Freebeez

01-01-2005, 04:10

Bye, kid. :sniper: :mp5: :gundge:

Alexias

01-01-2005, 04:11

Jesus Christ.....

Alexias

01-01-2005, 04:12

Bye, kid. :sniper: :mp5: :gundge:

Did I threaten you? Why should you be scared? No one gave you a reason, so why do you act like I made a threat?

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 04:54

(Oh, I see. Thank you for clearing that up.)

The officer laughed in spite of himself.

"Nice joke, my friend. No, he has had questionable political views, and has been involved in what most view as unorthodox movements, but he is now in custody of us for the crime of possesion and transmission of an illegal weapon, membership in a criminal organization, second degree murder and conspiracy to commit murder. Long story shor', he kill nice, good people. Very shamefull indeed. I am sorry his arrest interupted your meal, I really must apologize for that. It was most certainly not our intention."

"No problem." said McCain, smiling. "My uncle was a police officer back in my hometown, I know what it's like. If you have to arrest some chump inside cafe, then that's what you have to do - don't apologize for just doing your job."

"I am still curious though, what kind of criminal organization was the kid a part of? Looked pretty scrawny to me, not really a gangster... then again, alot of these drug peddlers these days are like that, scrawny little types...."

Carradine put one of her arms around McCain and smiled. "You really must excuse my husband," she said, also exaggerating her accent. "He's wanted to be a police officer ever since he was a boy, but couldn't manage the job after he suffered a horrible construction accident."

She kissed him on the cheek while she waited for the police officer's reply.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 05:48

"These tourists are insane, walahi!" the officer thought as the girl kissed him. The guys on the force are getting more from them than from there wives.

Of course, it was not as though he minded....

"He was part of the Allied Democratic Militia, ma'am. It a, uh, terrorists and guerilla's formed from radical and violent memebers a number of different anti-emperial groups. The Communist Party of Alexia, the Marxist-Leninist Party, the Neo-Conservative Party, and many others. All of those groups, in turn, belong to the Pro-Democracy Alliance, wich preaches democracy and anti-emperialism. Not an illegal organization, that one, but certainly, it should be, in my mind. The Allied Democratic Militia co-ordinates and excutes violence to put pressure on the goverment and the great emperor, but it does nothing to sway the people. Alexians are not intimidated by cowardly acts of violence."

The officer thought to himself, well, I am actually speaking for myself, but why not put on a good show for the tourists?

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 05:54

"So what's it like being a police officer here? Is crime getting better or worse?" asked Carradine.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 05:55

(sorry, I wanted to re-read your post before writing the thing. What should we do?)

Alexias

01-01-2005, 06:10

Wooh, happy new year.

Fuck.

I missed every damn party.

Ah well, some of my friends came over, my sister went to bed, and were not having a half bad time. My step brother is even here, and god knows I have not seen him forever. Hope your having fun on your end.

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 06:13

(sorry, I wanted to re-read your post before writing the thing. What should we do?)

Just go with it. Have your officer answer Jean Carradine (hmm... I just noticed how that name kind of rhymes), and we'll go from there.

And for the record, I wish I was drunk and at a party, but noooo....

Alexias

01-01-2005, 06:14

Alexias

01-01-2005, 06:22

"Is not so bad. The emperor has done much to control crime. From the slums, here, was the emperor before his nobility was recongnized. He has done alot. People now see crime is unpatriotic, and they do not like to do it. It is a good job. But, I am afraid"he said with a tone of gravity"that the skyrocketing unemployement will overide the patriocy of many of the impoverished. The emperor tries to create jobs, but even his meauseres, well, he cannot control it. It is the factories, is the problem. Modern factories need almost no workers, they are automated and all those fancy things, and there are not enough jobs."his voice now dropping to a near whisper"I fear that not even the emperor can stop the impending disaster..."Then, becoming a bit more cheerfull"But, tourism helps, creates jobs, feeds families. Nice people like you, do that. Eh? And crime, again, no, not so bad."It seemed he was afraid to have spooked the precious tourists" And you see those boys who work with our police? They are the Green Protector's, patriotic and voluntary paramilitaries, who help carry out the revolution. Once, gang members, thieves, drug runners, but now, the emperor has helped so many. Fine young men they are now. You see, his emperorship was, from here, from the slums, before assuming his rightfull position. Did I already mention that?" his rambling was made worse by his bad english and thick accent.

History note: The "Emperor" assumed power through a military coup(long story short), and is essentially a despot, but he declared himself emperor, and through a complex and long series of events, he is now loved.

Alexias

01-01-2005, 06:24

Just go with it. Have your officer answer Jean Carradine (hmm... I just noticed how that name kind of rhymes), and we'll go from there.

And for the record, I wish I was drunk and at a party, but noooo....

whyever not?

I am not at a party, though. I at home. Can't leave the children, my grandmother has not returned.

I myself, don't really drink, but it is more were I live and grew up that did that to me, I guess. A long story.

But I wish I were at a party anyway. I was very upset when I could not make it.

How come you not out?

Democratic Colonies

01-01-2005, 07:31

ooc: I recently moved a distance away from my friends, and I had to work tonight and tommorow morning. I could go see them I suppose, it's only about an hour and a half away via train, but it's expensive, and again, I have to work.

IC:

McCain nodded.

"That's some bloody good work there." he said, before leaning in closely.

"But let me ask you a question." he whispered seriously. "I've heard rumors." he winked at the officer. "That you lads have got yourselves a little feminist problem - just a little something I heard back at the hotel. Is there any truth to that?"

He leaned back again, but still spoke quietly.

"You see, I hate feminists. Bunch of dykes if you ask me, ole' chap. But I was wondering, is there any truth to those rumors?"

Alexias

01-01-2005, 15:17

OCC:Oh, that sucks! And you have to work today? Shit, life is a bitch. I haven't had to work almost all winter, my bussiness just drops off.

IC:

The officer screwed up his face in confusion.

"Feminism?" he asked "Is some kind of cult?"

Alexias

01-01-2005, 16:49

ahhhhhh,headeache......

Alexias

03-01-2005, 03:34

press the button.

The button.

Democratic Colonies

03-01-2005, 03:40

"Feminism?" he asked "Is some kind of cult?"

"It's a political movement." said McCain. "Pushes for equal treatment of women and all that." He gestured vaguely with his hands in an effort to explain the concept.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 03:44

hello again. Have fun at work? Hahaha.......sorry.

"What an odd concept..."said the policeman. "I very much doubt we have any of those around here. Maybe, I've never heard of it before. Hmmm.....Well, I must be off, I have to file some paperwork. Damned central beaurocracy we have here, a neccesary evil, eh?" he chuckled amically, turned to go inside. Just as he was in the doorway, he turned and said

"Nice talking to you folks. Have fun on your holiday." and with a quick wave, he had entered the building.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:00

Button

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:04

Hey, Alexias, read the REST of my post. And have you been taking Viagra lately, I wonder? Okay, I'm off. Bye! :sniper:

I think I might have been a bit too hard on her.

She's just pissed because someone left the seat up. Not her fault.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:05

I think I might have been a bit too hard on her.

She's just pissed because someone left the seat up. Not her fault.

hmmmm,That was a bit tasteless....

I'll work on it.

Democratic Colonies

03-01-2005, 04:08

"Well," said Carradine, "that was a complete and utter waste of time."

McCain seemed to be thinking about something.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked, looking around. "We've got no leads, no contacts, no nothing."

"No, we've got one lead." said McCain. "The guy that was arrested."

"Yeah, but he's in there." replied Carradine, pointing at the police station. "They're not exactly going to let us waltz right in there and talk to the guy."

"Ofcourse not, they wouldn't let any random tourist in. But do you know who could be let in?" asked McCain.

"Who?" asked Carradine, not liking the look on McCain's face.

"His girlfriend." replied McCain, smiling. Carradine groaned in response to his suggestion, but he continued anyways.

"We'll get you some new clothes, local attire. Then, we'll dye your hair, and tie it back into a tight bun. Maybe give it a good cut. And we'll change your makeup, and give you sunglasses, and get you a hat, apply some artifical tan lotion, and...." McCain fell silent as an Alexian walked by, but resumed his planning with enthusiasm as soon as the man was out of earshot. "And then you'll go in, claim your his girlfriend, and demand to see him." McCain looked expectantly at Carradine. "So, what do you think?" he asked.

Carradine sighed. "I'm begining to think that all of your plans involve sending your partner out to scout while you 'cover' her with the gun that you left back in DC." she said.

"Come on now Carradine, you have a better idea?" asked McCain, still smiling.

"No." said Carradine after a pause. "So, I guess we'll do your idea."

McCain's smile grew.

"I guess we should go get my hair done now, that's going to take a while." said Carradine, twisting up her shoulder length light brown hair.

McCain took her by the hand as the two Colonial Intelligence Agents started on thier quest to find a good hair salon.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:12

(want to do anything in the salon, or just skip that part? I can role play someone if you need.)

Democratic Colonies

03-01-2005, 04:16

ooc:

Let's just skip it. They get her some new clothes, change her hair, makeup, give her an artificial tan, get some different coloured contact lenses, sunglasses.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:17

K.

So she is walking into the police station?

I am going to have to go in a little bit. Got to see a man about the money he owes me.

Alexias

03-01-2005, 04:18

Anyway.

Democratic Colonies

03-01-2005, 04:42

"I feel ridiculus." said Carradine, standing around a corner from the police station.

"You look fine." replied McCain. "You probably won't even see the officer that talked to us earlier, and if you do, he probably won't even recognize you."

Jean Carradine, after a few hours of work, did look quite different from her earlier self. Her shoulder length hair had been cut, styled and dyed so that she now had a prominent bang on the left side of her face, and the light brown colour of her hair was now a golden blond. She looked someone that spent plently of time on the beach, since she had been given a good coating of artificial tan lotion, and was now wearing a casual shirt and skirt that she had purchased from a local store. She had also swapped her shoes for a pair of sandals, also from a local store. A pair of contact lenses changed her eyes from thier usual grey shade to an intense green colour.

"I hope you're right," she said, putting on a pair of wraparound sunglasses.

"That's the spirit." said McCain, still smiling, albeit nervously.

Carradine took in a deep breath of air. "Wish me luck." she said, and stepped off the sidewalk and across the corner, on her way to the police station.

McCain watched her enter the doors of the police station as the smile slowly disappeared from his face. He was more worried then he had let on, but he didn't see any point in letting Carradine know about that.

Better for her this way. thought McCain grimly, as he started to walk away from the police station. 'I mean, it can't be too bad if the other agent's not that worried right?' I hope to God that's what she's thinking right now.

*****

I mean, it can't be too bad if the other agent's not that worried.... right? Carradine asked herself as she walked into the police station. McCain wasen't too worried - this'll be a piece of cake. she assured herself. She walked up to an officer seated at a reception desk.

"I believe you've arrested my boyfriend." she said, now with a noticable Swedish accent.

Alexias

04-01-2005, 01:03

(sorry I bailed earlier. Had to collect debts, then I went to sleep. Long night, you know?)

Soft, cheerfull elevator music played softly over the intercom. The white lights shone nicely, illuminating the lobby with along with the small, thin, high barred windows around the roof. The floor was tiled in cheap white, with the walls painted a very light blue. An old officer, probably in his late fifties, with a short grey beard and a blood red turban was writting something at the front desk.

A long, black leather bench streched across the middle of the lobby, on wich sat three people. A brown haired, greasy white man with tattered clothes and dialated pupils, a latino man who swayed oddly and whose breath could probably be set on fire, and a short, thin persian man whose hands were covered in dry blood. Hearing her come in, all three looked up at her. The drunk stared an expresionless stare, while the crackhead gave a warm amicalble smile, and the bloody man waved a polite wave of greeting.

Looking up from the desk, the old man smiled, and said "Why hello young laday! May I help you at all?"

Alexias

05-01-2005, 01:49

num num num

Alexias

05-01-2005, 02:28

button button button button button

button.

Democratic Colonies

05-01-2005, 02:31

Looking up from the desk, the old man smiled, and said "Why hello young laday! May I help you at all?"

"I believe you arrested my boyfriend earlier today." Carradine said politely. "You charged into a cafe, beat him up, dragged him here?"

Alexias

05-01-2005, 02:36

The policemen forrowed his brow.

This also drew the attention of the three men on the bench, who looked over to watch the exchange.

"Was your boyfriend a criminal, m'am? If so, it is entirely possible. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Democratic Colonies

05-01-2005, 02:42

"Was your boyfriend a criminal, m'am? If so, it is entirely possible. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'd like to speak to him." she said, still speaking in her false Swedish accent. "A friend of ours is... getting a divorce. I need to talk to him in private concerning that."

Alexias

05-01-2005, 03:29

(sorry for the delay.)

"My my, a divorce!" the old officer shook his head sympathetically.

"Of course, of course you may talk to him. Could you tell us his name, and I will take you too him." he paused, waiting ackwardly for the reply.

"Oh, I see, he has just a handle." he looked even more sympathetic than before, as though feeling sorry for her. "I understand."

"Christoph!" he shouted into the doorway wich led out of the lobby.

"Christoph! Come here!"

a younger officer stepped out of the room.

"Yesboss?" he asked

The old man gestured to him, and the younger one came closer. The old man whispered in his ear, and the young man nodded.

"Righ'boss." he said, then too Carradine"Jussasecond." he dissapeared into the back, and came back carrying a large shotgun.

"Follow me, please. I take you to yo' menfriand." he then started off to the back room, gesturing for her to follow.

Democratic Colonies

05-01-2005, 03:54

Carradine followed the officer down the wall, twirling a curl of her dyed blonde hair as she went.

"If I might ask, why the shotgun?" she inquired nervously.

Nova Hope

05-01-2005, 05:05

(OOC: Well my apologies for the lateness of my reply. Though judging by some of the bickering on the thread perhaps choosing New Years over a flame bait dance is more justified than I thought. So yeah.

I’ve added your AIM ‘Emperor Schme’ to my list. Should you come on at anytime; we can talk about what I’m thinking about. Until then I’ll try to proceed in a fair manner.)

Bae’s flight had been uneventful. He’d taken the opportunity to watch an interesting movie about the Alexian police and racial profiling. Perhaps it was his own ignorance bt by the end of the movie he couldn’t tell if it was factual, a satire or fiction. Perhaps a bit from all columns eh?

Standing now Bae stretched himself out. The plane was cramped to be sure, but traveling meant that cover needed to be maintained. This, unfortunately, meant coach as no middle income tourist from the poorer Polis of Nova Hope would be flying first class.

Pulling his carry on from the over head he walked towards the exit, his stomach rumbling slightly. I wonder what they eat here. The thought of customs did not even occur to Bae. This was not a sign of incompetence, merely one of familiarity, while he’d never been to Alexias before he’d smuggled equipment into a country before.

Stepping from the plane he looked about him, breathing the fresh air in as he did. It was always nice to breathe that stepping off a plane, the pollution back in NHC was a bit much. Funny how I never noticed the taste of the air until I started doing field work, these other countries might have crap for industry but they do have certain other benefits for it. Continuing to shuffle in the procession across the tarmac he made certain mental notes about where he was, referencing the ground perspective with the orbital photographs of the city he’d had to memorize.

He wasn’t bringing in any weapons. They would come later. No today Bae had only a few bits of basic equipment on him:

A basic PDA, intentionally bungled as if it’d seen years of good use, something almost every Noviet used. He’d have to remember to occasionally complain about the lack of wireless infrastructure to maintain the illusion of any other Noviet. This little baby was pass code worded, as expected. Far from mundane, despite its appearance, this little piece could contact the satellite that had gently placed itself over the city. If it was opened the wiring would fry, he’d blame that on customs incompetence, though it was doubted they’d go so far to damage his things with out reason.

A laptop, again looking as though it’d provided him with years of use. This was more for processing power than anything else, when asked however it was so he could keep in contact with the office.

A camera with a few filters no intended by the manufacturer. With this, and the proper initialization, Bae could observe many of the non-visible spectrums. The extra lenses for it provided parabolic microphones and the sort as well. Past the number of extra lenses and lens caps nothing here would strike customs as odd. After all, who’d be putting this under a microscope? No one with a master’s in engineering.

Lock picks and jimmies. Sometimes the best hiding spots were in plain sight. These tools, while phenomenally important to an agent, were hard to conceal. While allowances could be made to put them in the seams or something else deceptive, it was decided that it was easier to not even bother hiding them. Placed in a tool kit with other tools, screw drivers, tweezers and the sort; the tools looked perfectly in place. With slots and hooks made in the small book of tools they looked no more confusing than the three pronged push tweezers used to pick a screw off a motherboard. If asked Bae would explain that they were to repair the laptop that he was bringing along be cause he wasn’t sure if there were shops here to repair Noviet domestic electronics.

Should they start to tear the seams out of the suitcase they’d notice money sewn into it. It was an old ploy, but no one could tear apart the suitcase without good reason. Besides, it was good luck for travelers to stitch money into their ‘saddlebags’.

Perhaps the most embarrassing and the most detrimental if found, was the small cylinder place firmly into Bae’s rectum. His work was not always glamorous and this was one of the easier ways to get things into the country. Inside was documentation, ‘proving’ that he was a citizen of Alexias. In the tube, was several CIS cards for Alexias showing the same picture with different names. The idea was that Bae would be able to pass himself off as several legitimate citizens, if only for short periods. Also in the tube, rolled tightly of course, was documentation showing him to be a citizen of North Korea, a citizen of South Korea, a citizen of the USA and a citizen of Taiwan. Suffice it to say the implications were obvious if a full rectal probe was to be done. The tube in question should not arise any suspicion. Made of an X-ray transparent polymer this would not register on the X-ray machine or metal detector.

Alexias

05-01-2005, 22:56

Nova Hope

05-01-2005, 23:44

(Ack, fuck, tell me about it. I had to take care of my godamn sisters all fucking night, and my grandmother((who was supposed to be there so I could leave)) came home piss drunk so I had to stay with them even longer with those damen sticky children. I missed every fucking thing. Luckily some of my friends came over around one, so it wasn't a total loss, but all the same...fuck, hope you had a better new year than me, anyway, I'll say that. What did you do on new years?)

(OOC: I dragged seven hot women, and one not so hot, to a dance party. :D I hit up a casino and took in some fireworks. Though not in that order.

Basically I went down to Halifax for the BT new years thing and had some fun. Its why I’ve been so slow on NS lately, I’ve been away.

Xmas saw me at the Rents in Fton NB. I don’t live with them so it was good to spend some time back home, though I was reminded why I don’t live there ;)

But yeah, it was all good.

Still waiting on the IC post for the response to Bae coming through the airport security.)

Alexias

06-01-2005, 01:05

Ah, lucky bastard! Different like place where I come from, goes down a bit different, but if only I could have had the night free.

You from Halifax? Nice place, nice people. Love Nova Scotia, espicially Halifax. I mostly stay around the north end, but the rest is nice to. Harbor is a nice place for a walk, also.

Alexias

06-01-2005, 01:06

ah, and sorry, been so bussy. I make an IC post now.

Alexias

06-01-2005, 01:18

Carradine followed the officer down the wall, twirling a curl of her dyed blonde hair as she went.

"If I might ask, why the shotgun?" she inquired nervously.

The man looked at her with an expression of disdain.

"We arrested you boyfriend, right? Therefore, he is a criminal. Seeing as he is in our custody, he is a detained criminal. And we like to save ourselves alot of trouble by keeping them detained and not causing trouble, not escaping and making us catch them again. We have enough work as it is."

He continued down the hall. There were many doors to storage closets, small offices, and small, spartan concrete rooms. They passed an open office door, in wich was another policemen who was looking sadly at pieces of dismantled guns that littered his office.

"Did you figure out how to put those back together, Ernest?"

The policemen shook his head, visibly distraught. They continued down the hallway.

The passed through a door, into the cells, of which there were three.(ever seen the cells in a policestation? If not)

The cells were not like those in a prison. They were much larger, with wooden benches going across the walls. They were simply bars coming down from the celling, with no concrete. In the middle of the hall, pointed to the first cell was a television. The occupants of this cell, numbering about twenty, sat conversing, or watching the news program on the TV.

The cell across from it was empty. In the third cell, at the back, a single man lay on the floor, leening on the wooden bench. He was bruised and looked larthargic and tired, and his clothes were ripped, but he was otherwise alright.

He was drinking a light brown liquid from a glass bottle, given to him by one of the officers. It was labbeled "Anesthetic" but looked alot more like cheap whisky.

The armed officer opened the door to let Carradine in, the pushed it closed, although not locking it.

"I let you talk now, if you mus' arrange friends divorce. Very very sad, is it. You tell me when you done."

And with that, he walked over to watch the television.

Alexias

06-01-2005, 01:29

(you can't position a satelite over a city. Satelites cannot move on there own. They are held in the gravitational pull of the earth, and move with it.

Other than that, I suppose all is possible, except internet sites are limited to goverment sites and those condonned by the goverment.

I am not saying we have poured over every site in the world, all we've done is blocked every site but the ones we have looked over, to make sure nothing bad happens.

Alot of that stuff could get you into alot of trouble, but I suppose until it is found, nothing is wrong with it.

If something else comes up, I bring it up, and vice versa, K?)

"Anjay yas vakation, sa." said the customs man as Bae left the desk."Uhhhh...span' lossa manay!" he called out, thinking he'd worded it better.

Alexias

06-01-2005, 02:21

Ack.

Why whenever I take care of the children, nothing is good on the TV?

Is it some sort of conspiracy?

Nova Hope

06-01-2005, 02:38

(OOC: Satellites can move on their own so much as they have maneuvering thrusters. Basically I can settle it into a geo stationary orbit over the city and it will sit there until the end of time, or a launch a shuttle to recover it. It’s the same principle as any satellite used by commercial interests.

http://www.sat.dundee.ac.uk/pdusfaq.html

You’ll have to excuse the comments about resolution. While this hold true for most satellites it doesn’t hold true for mine. On a side not my space program costs more than NASA and I’m not running shuttles; merely these incredibly expensive hard to replace satellites. The NNAO might be bloated and sometimes have unbelievable overhead costs but it does have neat stuff.

And what could get me into trouble? I’m not sure what you mean by that?

As for the internet, it’ll be a pain but that’s what the electronics and the satellite are for. Narrow band wireless :D Basically a mini dish.

I'll write anothe rpost tonight.)

Alexias

06-01-2005, 02:46

Alexander sat in the back of the rusted brown car as it rolled slowly along the street, calmly craddling his gun.

It was a semi-automatic nine millimetre pistol, made in Isareal, and come in from the southern ports. It had then been taken up by train by some smugglers, and finally, sold to him in the market by a skinny white runner. It had cost him seven hundred and eighty dollars, and had served him beautiffully ever since. He now pulled back the hammer producing that satisfying click that always told you "I won't let you down."

"Don't worry, my man." Alexander said, trying to comfort the new one beside him."All you have to do is pull the trigger."

He smiled reasuringly.

"Hey yo, there he is!" said Ahmed, in the passenger seat, pointing out the open window. Everyone looked out cautioustly and anxiously.

The driver, Ngati, slowed the car even more.

The man on the street was walking, hand in hand with his young girlfriend and child.

But no one saw them. It was as if they did not exist, as if only specters.

All anyone saw was the man, and his bandana. That bandana made him the most evil and vile demon ever to exist. That bandana made it all fair and right.
The coulor of that bandana justified everything.

Ahmed jerked his head to signal, and suddenly, three pistols jutted out the window of the small rusted car, blaring at the man on the street like the mouths of dragons.

It lasted but seconds, and the hands dissapeared back into the car, and driver slammed the acceleration, and they sped off through the road.

The man, the woman and the child were left in a pool of blood, slowly spreading and staining the street, as the killers rejoiced.

"Lord god forgive me!"

Alexander woke up screaming and crying. He sat up abruntly in his bead, sweating heavily. Just a dream. But instantly, he threw his hands to his ears.

The firing of those guns, of his gun, echoed in his ears, loud and prominent, like the fire of artillery. He could not block it out.

Alexander leaped from his bead and ran wildely, out the door of the room and down the long hallway of the emperial palace. A guard looked on in horror as the emperor ran screaming down the hall.

"God in heaven, forgive me!" he yelled through sobs.

He soon stopped sprinting, and coward wimpering in a corner.

"Your emperorship, what happened! Your emperorship!" the soldier said, rounding the corner, concern all over his face.

But Alexander heard nothing. The soldier was mute to him. All he could hear were those words, his words, pounding over and over in his head, his head that was now a personal hell.

"All you have to do is pull the trigger."

Alexias

06-01-2005, 02:49

things like falsified ID, the like. The laws are very strict and intrusive.

Nova Hope

06-01-2005, 03:06

things like falsified ID, the like. The laws are very strict and intrusive.

(OOC: Oh that. I thought you meant the electronics. Yeah the stuff in his bum will get him shot. I’m hoping to avoid it, hence carrying it in bum.)

Alexias

07-01-2005, 00:51

the electronics to, depending on the situation.

He doesn't plan to KEEP that stuff up his ass, though, does he?

Nova Hope

07-01-2005, 01:47

the electronics to, depending on the situation.

He doesn't plan to KEEP that stuff up his ass, though, does he?

(OOC: Hell no as soon as he's in a hotel room he's taking a shit.)

Alexias

07-01-2005, 02:12

glad to hear it.

You do an IC post soon, then?

Nova Hope

07-01-2005, 02:18

glad to hear it.

You do an IC post soon, then?

(OOC: Maybe tonight, not likely. Tommorrow for sure.)

Alexias

07-01-2005, 02:23

Alexias

07-01-2005, 02:48

yams

Democratic Colonies

07-01-2005, 03:38

And with that, he walked over to watch the television.

Carradine sat down next to the brusied form of the man in the cell and began to speak.

"You don't need to know who I am yet." she said quietly, "All you need to know is that I'm here to help you. First off, who are you? Why were you arrested? And second, what have you heard about feminist activity in Alexia?"

Alexias

07-01-2005, 23:06

The young man looked up cautiously at Carradine.

"Your not a snake. You look like a snake, but your not. You must be a foreigner."

He leaned up and proped his back on the bench. Then, taking a swig of whiskey, he extended his hand.

"Nick. Freedom Militia, for almost a year. I'm seventeen." he said, looking sixteen.

"Your gonna put me on a documentry, right?"

Alexias

08-01-2005, 03:06

T-R-U-T-H

Trying to fuck I give up this is stupid.
R
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Democratic Colonies

08-01-2005, 03:15

"Your gonna put me on a documentry, right?"

"Tell me some more." said Carradine, avoiding Nick's question. "What's going to happen to you now that you've been arrested?" she asked. "What are the causes the Freedom Militia supports, what means do you use to achieve them, and what have you heard about somesort of feminist movement in Alexia?"

Alexias

08-01-2005, 14:22

Smiling more now, thinking he'd be in a documentry, Nicholas began to answer.

"We wish to bring down this tyranny, we of the Freedom Militia. The people in power now took it by force, and if we do nothing, they will stay there for the rest of time. We do anything we need to. Democracy is the only free way to live." he sounded as though he was reapeating something said to him many times.

"No one can stop the true will of the people, not soldiers, not police, not the idiots in the barrios. People swallow the "Emperor"'s lies like it were honey. We know better. NO ONE can stop us." he took another swig from the bottle.

"I'll go to prison for this, but no prison can hold me. My comrades will free me." He sounded as though he thought himself invincible.

"As for feminism, anything against the goverment is patriotic.Good for them. See, everyone in truth hates them, they won't last the year!" He was now obviously just being stupid.

"You hear that pigs!" he yelled to the officer."You won't last the year!"

The officer quickly jerked around, raising his gun and pointing it at the prisoner.

"Please get out of there, ma'am. This meeting has gone on long enough. You seem to be done here."

Nicholas slipped her a card with a telephone number.

"The local captain. You can contact him with this number."

"Move please, ma'am." said the officer. He leaned down and wrenched the bottle out of the young man's hands."You've had enough of this."

Locking the cell door, the officer then turned to Carradine."Hope the divorce does not go to badly. Please follow me out to the lobby, if you will. I'm sorry, perhaps we should not have given your boyfriend so much liquer."

Democratic Colonies

09-01-2005, 02:11

Carradine shook her head as she was led into the lobby.

"Well, I'm sure he'll sober up at some point." she said. She checked her watch, a locally bought analog device that she had purchased earlier.

"Well, thank you for your assistance. I believe I'll be going now."

Carradine's heart began to race as she turned to exit the police station. Everything had gone rather smoothly, although thier lead, Nick, had proven to be nearly useless. It didn't seem like the police suspected anything of Carradine, but if anything was going to happen, if some trap was going to be sprung, it would probably be now as she took her steps towards the exit of the police station.

Alexias

09-01-2005, 14:31

"Remember that face, Christoph. Is a supicious character, that is."

"Hay, hay! Laday!" said a small child, probably about nine, to Carradine. The little boy looked persian, and black hair cut very short, as was customary with most young boys around this part of town. He held a tray on wich were wares. Cheap, badly rolled ciggarettes, wich were sold individually for a for several cents a piece, along with badly made joints, wich sold for more, gum, also sold in individual sticks, toothbrushes, and little bags of nuts and dried fruit. It was not more than several seconds before Carradine was sourounded by a hoard of little children, all trying to sell her one thing or another, and her partner in a similar situation. The kids seemed to be ignoring the locals, and concentrating on the two "tourists" in hopes of making some money. A block away, around the corner, the inert body of a heroin junkie lay slumped against a telephone booth.

(this is not really important, just filler, really, but I thought I'd have it reflect the culture just for a bit more info.

No, I don't do refer, and you shouldn't either. It's very unhealthy. Mary Jane is legal in the empire for the sole purpose of not clutering prison space, saving cash on police expenditures, and to be able to tax the shit out of it, just like tabaco.

Anyhow, theres my filler.)

Alexias

14-01-2005, 22:41

you guys still want to play?

Democratic Colonies

14-01-2005, 22:59

The airport. It was the first thing that Colonial Intelligence Service Agents Rick McCain and Jean Carradine saw upon entering Alexias. Now, it would be their last sight of the country. They sat on padded, suitably comfortable seats in the terminal, waiting for thier departing flight to arrive. Thier mission was over.

"This was a waste of time." said Carradine, slumping in her seat.

"It had to be checked out. We had to be sure." replied McCain. He glanced over at his partner. "So... what'd you put in your report?" he asked, trying to lift her spirits.

Carradine quoted herself in a monotone. "No feminist movement. No signs of gender based oppression. Government is a dictatorship, but a relatively friendly one that seems to have the best interests of the people in mind. Recommend further study by Colonial Intelligence Four: Detailed Cultural Analysis. No further action by Colonial Intelligence Five: Special Operations is recommended."

She glanced over at McCain. "What'd you put?"

"Pretty much the same thing. There's no cause for alarm here." said McCain.

"Probably better that way." said Carradine. She checked her watch as she saw a large cargo freighter take off from the runways that were visible through the massive windows that were a short distance away from where they were seated.

"I can't wait to get home." she said. "Back home... feed my cat... maybe get an assignment from CI5 that's more like what'd you'd expect in the 'spec-ops' branch of the Intelligence Service."

She leaned back and yawned while her few bags, including one that contained the local clothing that she'd picked up earlier, lay at her feet.

Alexias

14-01-2005, 23:22

Oh, well, that's a shame. I really liked those characters.

Perhaps I will bumb into them again.

Ah well.

I had fun.

See you around, I suppose.

Alexias

14-01-2005, 23:23

Is to bad.

I started the whole feminist/anti-feminist trend on NS with this thing.

I thought that was not bad.

Democratic Colonies

14-01-2005, 23:37

ooc: Yes, I had fun too.

Only thing is, Alexias dosen't really seem like a really evil nation or anything like that to me. Sure, it's not democratic, and your police can be a bit excessive in their use of force, but there dosen't seem to be anything really wrong. As such, DC will take no action - it usually dosen't, unless you have some really 'evil' stuff going on, like slavery, genocide, etc. Compared to some nations, Alexias seems like a pretty okay place to live.

I hope to see you around more as well. McCain and Carradine will still be around, so they'll be waiting for you. ;)

Alexias

14-01-2005, 23:39

good to hear.

Well, could we maintain the tourist program all the same?

In fact, seeing as no one else really is interested, DC citzens could be the big tourist people for the whole thing. Just like Germans and Japanese are for......everywhere, you know?

Democratic Colonies

14-01-2005, 23:42

Well, could we maintain the tourist program all the same?

In fact, seeing as no one else really is interested, DC citzens could be the big tourist people for the whole thing. Just like Germans and Japanese are for......everywhere, you know?

ooc:

In your tourism thread, where you opened your country up to tourism? Did you envision specific tourism RPs, or just a general IC 'DC tourists like going to Alexias'?

Alexias

14-01-2005, 23:48

Well, I had not thought of it, but both would be very much acceptable.

I think it would be fun to do some tourism RP's, now that you mention it.

Do you think it would be a good idea?

Democratic Colonies

14-01-2005, 23:54

I think it would be fun to do some tourism RP's, now that you mention it.

Do you think it would be a good idea?

I'm not really one for tourism RPs. One of my RPing weaknesses is that my characters tend to lack actual defining character alot of the time. The only way I can make them seem more animated is by putting them into extreme conditions and situations. I'm still trying to improve my writing, but at the moment, I don't think I could really do a tourism RP that well.

Alexias

15-01-2005, 00:08

I'm not really one for tourism RPs. One of my RPing weaknesses is that my characters tend to lack actual defining character alot of the time. The only way I can make them seem more animated is by putting them into extreme conditions and situations. I'm still trying to improve my writing, but at the moment, I don't think I could really do a tourism RP that well.

to tell you the truth, neither do I.

My writting is mediocre at best, have I must admit.

Alexias

15-01-2005, 00:12

well, anyway, if we kept the tourism thing around, it would be much easier to get your agents in and out should something ever arise.

what you think?

Maybe Nova Hope will join in later.

Anyhow, I was thinking of cooking something up. Big political mess and such.

I write it up.

You look at it later and tell me what you think?

Democratic Colonies

15-01-2005, 00:18

You look at it later and tell me what you think?

Sounds good.

Alexias

15-01-2005, 03:30

Nova Hope

15-01-2005, 08:30

(OOC: All right wow. I apologize about my absence, I’ve had trouble trying to get into the swing of things after the break; I’ll keep on keeping on though. Hopefully you’ve not wholly given up on the subject.)

Bae looked around the hotel room, it was seedy. Well not by comparison to what the country seemed to offer but it definitely was not something that anyone back home would pay any money for. Relatively Spartan the only real difference between a cheap north American motel and this room was the bible in the night stand. Rather than having a bible the small red book was some sort of manifesto supporting the current government’s platform on an ideological basis. For as preachy as it was it might as well have been a bible.

The first thing that Bae did in the room was search for bugs; a process aided by his P-HUDD. (OOC: Not declared as they look like sunglasses and were on his face at the time. You didn’t really give me any trouble at the airport.) When he decided that the room was clean he gripped his gut. He hated the feeling of the pressure in his bowels. It was like he constantly had to relieve himself but couldn’t. Moving to the cramped bathroom he began the unpleasant process of removing his ‘internal cargo’….(we don’t need this described….)

Sighing and looking at the dirtied toilet paper swirling about the porcelain bowl Bae looked about the bathroom. He’d managed to get the items out of his derriere, with only mild unpleasantness. The clean up process was a little involved this time. While he was sure he got it all he didn’t quite feel right. I have time, I need a shower.

About forty minutes later Bae looked like countless other tourists. Slack jawed and rubbernecked he placed his camera and other equipment on. Carrying a pouch, similliar to a laptop bag, on his side he made his way out of the room; taking one last look to insure the more sensitive things were hidden or placed in the room safe.

Walking in the street Bae was practically assaulted several times as the wave of pint sized vendors washed about him. Picking up a small trinket here and there he maintained his tourist façade. The actions were becoming subconscious as he slipped further and further into the role. Bae always considered each of his personas as merely shoes, not yet broken in. Snapping the occasional picture his camera was monitoring the local radio chatter, the company had a formula for that after all. They’d observed that the local level of technology was directly proportional to the amount of unencrypted chatter flying through the airwaves.

The walk to the restaurant had taken some time, perhaps exaggerated because the scenic route was taken. This was not a failing or an attempt to familiarize himself with the scenery, the satellite link up provided by his P-HUDD give him any of the overhead maps he’d need. This was more of a personal assurance that the embassy was being built. Technically sovereign territory the scaffolding and modular buildings were his only chance if things got ugly, he could not expect to go native for long periods of time.

While waking by the embassy however his first mission objective was accomplished. Under the guise of snapping a photo of the new development he paused long enough to signal the embassy through an unperceivable, unless you were looking for it, radio pulse. Innocent enough in nature this signaled the embassy that he was proceeding to the restaurant.

The restaurant was a very popular tourist locale, after all the computers verified that it appeared in the advertisements 21.534% more than the average tourist establishment in this area. It was here that the agents would check in. It’d be the only time all of them would ever be in the same place at the same time; coincidences were to be avoided after all.

Sitting down Bae ordered a dark roast coffee and a local dish. He wasn’t quite sure what he ordered but he wasn’t worried. After all, he was an ignorant tourist. Seeing that he was early Bae cooled his jets for a few minutes, reading the paper and some tourist pamphlets. While he didn’t imagine the media would be a big help to him it might give him some clue about the allocation of government resources en masse, after all some excuse would’ve been crafted to hide the protests and where he found the protests he’d find the journalists.

Looking up from the paper disinterestedly Bae acknowledged the server. More to the point he checked the wall clock again. Seeing it was time he activated his sub-dermal implant. A beep only he could hear signified its activation and the sound of voices began to permeate his head as if he were thinking them himself. Without prior knowledge and training one might think that it was providence or insanity, Bae however accepted is a tool of the job. An implant based on the miniaturization of cochlear implants and vibration detectors.

It was with this that he silently broadcasted his own voice onto the microwaves
“Agent Bae Chang reporting, how many do we have?”

(OOC: I need to know how many agent you think would be fair to have gotten into the capital city. I’m thinking 8 for now? Comments on the paper would be good too. BTW you never seem to be online to talk about that airlift :P )

Alexias

15-01-2005, 13:32

(Ah, no, no need to apologize. I wasn't even here for about a week myself.

Eight agents seems fair enough, I suppose. It's not so hard to get them in, espicially seeing as they are feeding the kids, so to speak. As for AIM, I don't really log onto it very much. It freezes the computer, and plus, it creeps me out to be talked to by people I don't know over the internet like that. Feels like there breaking into my house.

Of course, I would talk to you, but I've never seen you on either.)

Sam sat lazily outside the restaurant in his yellow taxi, with his feet up on the dashboard. The radio played softly in the backround. Despite his disdain for the current state of the country, things were going pretty well for him.

They'ed finally fixed the plumbing in his apartement, his girlfriends parents seemed to like him more and more, and finally, they had liscensed his taxi. Life was good.

From what Sam had heard, there was money to made in the taxi bussiness. With this influx of tourists, well, they needed to get around, didn't they? They were the saviour in the taxi bussiness. All the goverment people used goverment cars and buses, and all the rich were buying there own cars or bikes. Tourists were really the only customers. But what customers! These people had more money than you could dream of, and they even left tips!

Tourists seemed to be creating alot of jobs in the capital. He supposed what the goverment always said was true.

The radio was still crackling pleasently. Something said caught his attention.

"....numerous counter revolutionaries have taken it upon themselves to not only oppose the new emperor's revolution, but have in addition to that hurt and murdered people in the process. Now, in my opnion, Oliver, this is just idiocy. The emperor is kind enough to even allow these political opposition groups,such as yours, to exist, when it is blatantly obvious that every last one of them is against what is good for the people and only in politics for the sole purpose of advancing there own power! Any idiot can plainly see that the emperor will lead us in the right direction, as he always has done. We don't need your groups of thugs to "keep things fair" and "fight for us". Let me ask you, did you fight against the last goverment, did you fight to repel the invaders, in the trenches like any other person? I didn't think so. So don't give us this shit about keeping it fair."

"But-" protested a young sounding voice.

"I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today." said the voice of an older man. "We'll have to end there. Thank you two gentlemen for being here today."

"Your most welcome."said the pro-goverment man

"Thank you for having me...."said the younger man

"And that was a debate between Tony Ruschas, Representing the area of Southern Southside of Alex city, and Oliver Mhun, bank co-ordinater of the *Republican Party in Alex City. Now for the news....."

(The guy in the taxi isn't so important, it was more just, again, filler. The Republican Party is nothing like the American Republican Party, it is, as Monty Python would say, something completly different.)

Alexias

18-01-2005, 00:31

piano

Nova Hope

19-01-2005, 21:33

(OOC: Sorry, I was delayed. Well that and I figured I might get some of the news paper headlines. You want me to just go with it and you can call me on it if I go too far.

Since I don’t seem to be talking to you on AIM I’ll give you my plan for an airlift. I figure I can sail a couple satellite’s over your country to passively track active RADAR sources. This would allow me to see where you’re RADAR is weakest. I’d then try to fly a single B-2(modified) bomber there. The bomber would drop several large payloads. They’d be non-lethal. Basically picture the standard bomb, now warhead and a parachute out the back. Using the guidance system, directed thrust and the parachute it’d land where I wanted it. I’d then pick it up and put it in the jeep and drive away with it. This would mean getting my hands on a jeep, or truck.

I wouldn’t be bringing in too much, just the stuff that’d be too dangerous for bringing in via bum-bum. Things like weapons, more high tech stuff, disguise kits, forgery kits et cetera.

If this is unacceptable I can bring it in through the embassy staff and have it dropped. I just wanted to keep suspicion away from my embassy for as long as possible.)

Alexias

20-01-2005, 00:39

Yah, sorry about that, but AIM doesn't work all to well, and besides, It makes me go insane, feels like someone's breaking into my house, accept I can't hit them with a hammer.

Anyhow.

As for airdrop, well, the sole fact that you have so many military satelites seems rather cheap to me. Do you have any idea how much those mothers cost? I don't know very much about them, or about RADAR systems, but I know those things arn't cheap.

But I won't tell you what you can and can't have. You probably have a good way to do it.

As for airdrop, well, you see, the thing is, the goverment brass, specifically the emperor, is highly paranoid about enemy aircraft, and has nationwide programs to stop something like that from happening(anti aircraft guns that can be quickly manned throughout cities, RADAR and air survailance systems, anti air batteries in remote and rural places, the like. But, for the sake of the game, we shall say that you get around it this time.

Please incorperate the difficulties of such an operation into the doing of it, however.

As for agents, well, if they pose as tourists, in theory, you can get as many in as you want.

But, to do that, tourists from Nova Hope would have to love this place like German tourists love......everything. There would need to be alot of normal people, you see what I'm saying?

Anyhow, you work it out, as long as it is fair. That's all I ask.

As for Newspaper headlines, if you'd like some, I can dig some up for you, but the real ones will be coming in later, once I finish what I was writting. I really have to buckle down to finish things, I get easily distracted.....Anyway. I'll get you some later tonight. I'm going out for a bit.

So, maybe tommorow.

Tonight or tommorow.

Nova Hope

26-01-2005, 03:33

(OOC: heh you’re just as bad as me for replies :P would this be an acceptable headline?

“Emperor orders a troops into capital to celebrate [insert holiday], troops clean up the streets while here.”
The article could then mention that some deviants where taken to a jail in the 3rd precinct.)

Alexias

26-01-2005, 23:36

I'm very sorry about the lateness. You see, I've been very busy lately.

I'm still only about halfway done the other thing for the RP.

If you like, I'd love to have you play that one too. They may be related.

Anyhow.

Oh, I should explain the newspaper situation in Alex City.

There are about eighty widespread newspapers in the city.

You see, Alex City is a massive urban sprawl(and most of it poor,of course, the touristy parts are nice) of about 40 million people. And so, there are local newspapers for different parts of town.

There is also a national newspaper, but most people will buy that in addition to a local one.

I'll write something up now, but I'll have to catch up on the weekend.

The Emperial Journal-National Newspaper

Emperor Launches NationWide Plans to Create New Jobs
Includes construction of Factories and distribution of Agricultural
Land, Patriotic Relocation Possibility for some Urbanites

Alex City Voice-Citywide Paper

43 killed in Construction Accident
Dozens injured

LB Bugle-a Local newspaper for a district on the eastside

Eight Stab Killer finally Apprehended

Rigmind Voice-A Local Paper for one of the poverty stricken sub-urban townships

Gangwar Intensifies-RustHook gang launches series or revenge killings
Police Pledge to commit more constables to the area

Essentially, it isn't mentioned at all, except in a local paper on the southside around the place were it happened(this article came out about a week after the incident)

A small article:

Market Square Reopened

With the finishing touches done on the road reparation, the market square is now re-opened.

The Municipal Goverment of Alex City

Alexias

30-01-2005, 04:14

Who put the bomp in the bomp de bomp de bomp?

Nova Hope

30-01-2005, 19:03

Bae Chang read the newspapers. He finished his coffee and formulated his plans. Going back onto the microwaves he spoke to his fellow agents.
“All right, I’ll need one of you to share a cab with me to the Southside market. The rest of you have you’re orders. See if you can’t pick up the jeep, we really need to get more of our supplies into theatre.”

Spotting a cab on the street Bae and another agent moved. It was hurried, though not malicious in the least. Simultaneously flagging the cab down both of them stopped at the door. Speaking in Korean they kept of the façade of their touristy appearance.
“Oh excuse me, this is my cab.”
“Oh I’m afraid you are mistaken, it is mine.
“Well, where are you going?”
“The Southside market.”
“Oh what a coincidence! I am going there as well, shall we share?”
“Definitely.” Entering the cab Bae smiled to the cabbie and spoke, in English, the market on the Southside please.

Alexias

30-01-2005, 23:22

The cabbie was a short, black tribesmen, and seemed to have trouble understanding. From the music CDs spread on the front, he was a french speaker, and this became evident when he tried, in mangled and broken english, to figure out what was happening. But with some repitition and handgestures, the cab soon got rolling.

Passing through the shadowy roads between the towering apartement complexes and tenements that housed people, on the streets could be seen many young and middle aged people of working age, who probably should have been working. In small parks, hundred of people loitered, and played basketball and soccer, smoking and talking.

Trash littered the streets and parks, to the point where small children sometimes had to kick it aside as they walked.

On the apartement buildings walls, and the back of shops and on the concrete of the road, graffiti was everywhere withing reach.

Much of it was simply vulgarity, insults, slogans and attempted art, but it was painfully obvious that alot of it was tagging. This was enfesiezed by the hundreds of men, young and old, who could be seen wearing bandana's and armbands of different isignias.

The taxi moved slowly, as the streets were shared between the cars and pederstrian traffic. The congestion was terrible, but the taxi was still alot faster than walking.

Having arrived the central southside market place, the meter was at 67.54$.

Taxis were only for the rich in this city.

The market square was completly packed. Thousands rushed around, buying from the stalls and shops, watching buskers, and the like.

Tea boys ran around the square, balancing there trays with the paper cups filled with cheap tea from the shop, selling it to the shopkeepers, who could not leave there shops.

Again, litter was everywhere.

Not a nice or modern marketplace by any means, but nontheless, the place they'ed come to see.

(That OK? Just tell if there's any problems)

Lame Bums

30-01-2005, 23:25

Why not just kill them all and be done with it and make examples of them to let the others know who is best?

Alexias

30-01-2005, 23:29

Why not just kill them all and be done with it and make examples of them to let the others know who is best?

Do you know how many people, like yourself, have come here and said pretty much the same kinda things? If you read the thread, you would know that every possible thing has already been said, and I am not swayed in the least on way or another.

It your not going to contribute, or at least read it, please, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, don't post.

Nova Hope

01-02-2005, 07:24

The two agents bantered in Korean for a moment on how to split the cab, truth be told it was the company’s money and they both had large expense accounts but appearance were maintained at every effort.

Stepping out into the poorer marketplace the men were swamped, it was quite obvious that this area was off the beaten path. The locals did their best to sell any knicky-knacky thing they could to the men. Buying some local cigarettes, a much inferior poison to those offered home Bae thought as he light up. Walking with the other man, his fellow agent, the two went from stall to stall.

Coming up to a seemingly knowledgeable vendor they snap a picture and strike up a conversations.
“Oh hello sir. Busy day here?”

Alexias

01-02-2005, 15:26

(I'm just going to make up a few things about the vendor and his stall, if you don't mind. If you were thinking something else, like, you want him to sell pie or something, you just let me know.

And good call on the ciggarettes. Most of the vendors make them at home and not in factories, or have there kids do it, and on top of that, Alexian tabbaco is very very cheap and bad. It's a massive cash crop program that is making inferior products but is to big to waste, you see.)

EASTERNBLOC

01-02-2005, 15:40

good, with all these women, freedom will be offered by them carrying the future of soviet russia within their womb,think of it everyone, how often do you get the chance to create offspring of a red army soldier? workers, soldiers, collective farmers, we will be strong again, with your help...

Alexias

01-02-2005, 16:17

The vendors eyes lit up as he saw the two foreign men in bussiness suits approaching his stall.

"Ahh! Yes! Good busy day!" he said. He was an old, persian man, who wore a pair of worn blue overalls and a white turban. He had grey hair with hints of black, and hard stuble on his face.

In front of him were spread out his wares. Some hot bread,switchblades, utility knives, hunting knives,little antique coins ,and touristy coffee cups with the very shoddy translation of text on them, reading "Alex City, the birthplace of hypocrisy" which was in fact not what it was supposed to say. But his main ware seemed to but styrafoam plates and paper napkins, which he sold in bulk.

"Very very busy!" he continued."Have alot of catching up to do, espicially after that market closure the other day. You two gentlemen here about that? They closed the place down the other day, this whole place, the entire thing. Was crazty. You two gentlemen get here around when that was then?"

He seemed to want to chat, probably because he'd been sitting on the concrete street all day on nothing but a small industrial rug.

Nova Hope

02-02-2005, 00:05

Inspecting the knives and just generally being a friendly tourist the two men fell into a rapport with the man.
“Market closure? Oh that was mentioned in the paper, but I had no idea. What happened?”

Alexias

03-02-2005, 18:34

"Ah, yes!" said the vendor "Big market closure!" he seemed eager to talk. Sitting the market all day eventually became very monotonous.

A young man came running up to the vendor, seemingly desperate.

"Ross! Ross! Quick!" and began quickly babling in Punjbi.

"Yes, yes, wait!" said the vendor annoyedly, handing him a large packet of paper plates. The young man payed him quickly, saying

"Thanks you,Ross, you a lifesaver!" and with that ran off.

"Sorry, guy ran out." said the vendor, turning back to the two men.

"As I say, big market closure. See, what happen, right?, was, all these women come here, right? and all be everywhere all screaming, ya'ow, ah ah ah! no let no one in, I say,stupid laday, I get to my spot! say, no, you not get to your spot, right? Even, smash a friends window, crazy! Very very messy. So police come, all say, you, you women, you move out of the way, you blocking the road! And they say, no never, right? And so, police all tryingo to make them move, but they crazy, crazy I say! And so police come with truck, and go, and take all the women away. And now we here! It was a real mess though, ya'ow? Lots of money lost by all vendors, people not get to work on time either, have to walk around the market, mad crazy! I tell you, people like that, just big trouble, need a good slap in the head, they do. You like that kive? It not bad, eh? My son made it, I pay him. He very good, does it in his spare time. He got kid, you know, gotta get the extra money, eh? But yes, big market closure, crazy, just crazy! Glad to have it over with."

Nova Hope

11-02-2005, 03:00

“Hmm I can imagine you’re glad to be over with it. I couldn’t imagine a bunch of crazy feminists coming into the bank I work at back home and interfere with my business like that. I work in management so I know how much that money it’d cost you, I’d hate to be the one who was losing the money.” Bae nodded as the other agent spoke, as if in agreement. Seeing he was done Bae spoke up, taking some money out for the knife.
“Yes it is a very good knife, how much for it?” Counting the bills out on the counter Bae chuckled and spoke aloud, “I wonder what you’d do with a bunch of women that crazy?”

Alexias

12-02-2005, 00:09

(Ah, hello.)

"Ah, sa," said the vendor, shifting slighltly. "Yes, he very good, my son yes?" he chuckled. "How much.....hmmmm, lemme see......normal, right? It be 60 dollar, but you my friend, because I like you, forty dolla."(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

"A bank you say? Sounds like difficult work, must be. You went to callaage then? Much impressive!" he laughed again. " I can only imagine. You are part owner, or just management finance such? Just one bank here, goverment bank, all country, you know? Nationlize-ed." he said, making an odd gesture with both hands as though it were some mystical concept. "I have account."

"As for the women, well, yes, very much trouble, again I say crazy!" he laughed."What you did call them? Feminies. Very annoying. I mean, to protest unpatriotic enough, but to need to have all police out, cost the city money, not let people to work..." he shook his head." Just not nice at all, eh? I should think they are in prison now, but makes me worry. Prison no place for women..... A real shame..... How would your people deal with such a thing?"

Nova Hope

12-02-2005, 03:03

(OOC: What are the exchange rates like here? Is he quoting this to me in American dollars?)
The agent let a whistle go, it was low and appreciative.
“Thanks man, any deal I can get will help me out.” Bae paid the man, cradling his new possession as if to admire it closer. The other agent continued, answering the vendor as best he could in role.
“Ah, there are a couple dozen private banks in Nova Hope and of course the big government one. I’m the branch manager so it’s not technically mine.
“Yea, you should definitely have an account, make interest work for you. As for college? Well yea most people in Nova Hope end up going to university, the government’s willing to foot the bill so why not?” At the question of Noviet response to protest the agent brought his hand to his chin, as if to contemplate his answer.
“Well back in Nova Hope people are allowed to protest, we figure everyone gets the right to say their piece. No matter how dumb it is. If the protest started interfering with business though they’d probably call it civil disobedience and give them a fine and three months in a rehabilitation program. My country’s pretty lax that way. Say, where are the prisons? I’ve never actually seen one, we tore down all of ours. We use house arrests and rehab programs. I think I’d like to see someone getting what they deserve rather than just getting off easy.”

Alexias

12-02-2005, 17:53

That was a faster reply than normal!

Wait, I right something up.

Alexias

12-02-2005, 18:28

(Yah, well say it's American dollars, it'll be simpler that way. You are American? I had thought you were from Coasta Rica. Ah well, I was close.)

"Ah, is no problem, my friend! It not a bad one though eh? My son not half bad! Haha!" he shifted on the concrete, and continued."Many many bank? Sound complicated. Good for the economy, though, eh? But nah, just one here. Of course, the emperor, he just do that, he want to make sure nah get against him, eh? No one can use money against him, go against him, monies, pffftt"he said gesturing again oddly"frozen locked up, eh? He do that so he control all, eh?" and then, adding quickly."But you not tell no one that, eh? I not say that, eh? Haha!" and he laughed in that way he did." But you a branch manaja? Sound interesting. Mus' bay hawd jowb, no? Very much strain, I should think. Lot of work. Mus' keep you away alot, no? From your children? Or is you are married. Rather young well off man like yourself mas get all de women, no? Haha!" he laughed. "But yes, have an account. Is hard for me though,not good school, lots banks people speak french but not me, so is hard. I can barely find my way around lobby, ha! But bank people is be very helpfull, help me alot. I used to have an account another, long, long time ago,when I was young man. But then civil war, eh? Bank money no good then. Not that I had anything anyway! Haha!" He shifted again, and then stood up, lifting his blanket with him."Goddamn!" he said, chuckling."There is was glass under my blanket! Ha!"

He swept the glass out, and shook out his blanket, and lay it down, continuing.

"Free collage, eh? Mas be nice, no?! Take whatever you want, or specified courses? How I would have loved more school, but hell, what can you do, eh? Besides, I get along much fine without it. Sounds very interesting."

"Oh, but that is very interesting, see. See, alot of time, people can protest, but we think, well, that, that is for loser peoples who cannot work hard and are lazy. We do not really like people like that. And what is there to protest? Place is nicer than it has ever been! What more they want, eh? Haha! But see, we like fines alot to. Police give out so many fine, well, run out of paper, yes! But those people who is all crazy getting in the way, well, what can one do? Have to get them out of the way, they are putting in way of thousands and many people. Not fair to me, or to people, or to other vendors. No, not fair, and we not allow that. But interesting prison system, have you! House arrest, not so much here, not for big things at least. Sounds efficent, but I ask, how a murdered kept in house arrest? Lot of murder here..."he added sadly."How does it work? As for prisons, well, you want to see them? They are everywhere! K, see, lots of urban prisons, very big, not so hard to find, and then lots of prison outside cities, and then again, lots of prisons far far outside, in the countryside, hard to find and get to. We do build very spectacular prisons around here, if you think about it. Not hard to find at all. I am sure they would not mind you seeing them, espicially gentlemen like you, bussiness men. Where a suit here, and you can do most anything you want! Hehe! I not sure which kind of prisons they would be in. I really would not know."

(Yes, I am trying to include alot of rather unimportant banter, but it's letting both of us know alot more about each other persons country, a good way to do it, I think. And besides, he is just a street vendor wanting to talk, and doesn't know exactly your intentions, and so naturally gets a bit off topic. Anyhow, see you soon.)

Nova Hope

13-02-2005, 04:49

(OOC: Me as a person; I’m Canadian. My imaginary country; located on an imaginary continent in the Pacific Ocean. I do appreciate the banter, though I should mind you that the agent is trying to fit in with this guy, so the picture of Nova Hope might be skewed.)

Bae put the knife into his travel bag and interjected into the conversation when he felt appropriate. His compatriot however had done very well in getting the vendor chatting, as he continued to keep up the banter himself.
“I assure you my friend, I don’t know the emperor’s number. What’s said will remain between us three.” The man chuckled at that while Bae added,
“Besides, what would we say? A good honest man who loves his country and is friendly to the tourists said that the emperor owns all the banks?” Bae chuckled at that as the vendor continued. The vendor then made a just about Bae’s comarade’s love life. They both chuckled at that, the other agent laughing, taking it all in stride.
“Yes the job has a bit of strain, it’s probably why I haven’t managed to get myself a good woman. No wife no kids, but the job is good. I work hard and enjoy the results.”

As the vendor swept the glass from beneath him Bae shook his head slowly.
“Yea, I’ve heard a few things about your civil war. It wasn’t pretty from what has been mentioned.”

At the mention of the college the vendor seemed reminiscent of his own life, Bae’s companion continued in stride.
“Yes, it’s completely elective. We can take what we want, the government figures rather than try to be socialist or forget the poor entirely it will train us best we can and let us make our own mistakes with all the knowledge we want. No healthcare or welfare but education and business subsidies are amazing.”

Bae nodded at the man’s question of their rehab system. Smiling he stepped into the conversation.
“Ahh, allow me. I work with that kind of stuff so I might be better suited to answer it then our banker friend here. No crime can get you sent to prison in Nova Hope. We figure that everyone can change; so even murderers are in rehab. The system is designed to the needs of the individual. So you might be forced to work a certain job, therapy is a big one; basically what ever it take to make you right again. Fines and community service are part and parcel of pretty much ever crime.” Almost as a sad aside Bae added, “We do have problems with some people, the extremely violent or multiple repeats. So we do reserve the death penalty.” Shaking his head as the old vendor enlightened them Bae smiled.
“Well who can we ask? I’d like a picture! Oh, and do you have anything that they broke? We could get one of you holding it up looking sad and one with one of the women in jail looking at her destruction. I know it sounds odd but I’d really like to see, especially since I work in Noviet rehab. It’d be interesting to see how you guys do it.”

Alexias

13-02-2005, 05:01

Ah, Canadian? Me too!

That was a fast reply.

I will write something up here, gimme a minute.

Alexias

13-02-2005, 05:55

The vendor seemed to soak up the information hungrily.

“Hahaha!” the merchant laughed wholeheartedly. “Ah, good man, yes, just between you, me, eh? But I just not want any trouble, you know? People don’t like say bad thing about the emperor, after all he done for us, especially not the Green Protectors, you know? Better just not to say bad of him. Of course, I understand perfectly why he do it. He has many enemies. Lots of people much worse than him would take him out given the chance.”

The vendor also laughed when the man spoke of his love life.

“Ah, well, you are still much young man, eh? Still plenty of time. Man with good job like you should be able to find someone, no trouble. Now, good is concentrate on getting on your feet, eh? You still have lots of time. Me, I married at sixteen, but I was not going college like you, eh? Haha! Yes, my family arrange it for me, but I very happy with it. As for you, you have lots of option. Haha!”

“Yes, yes….” He said gravely. “The civil war was very very bad…..you should have seen it when the emperialist forces moved on the city….The government troops went crazy….And they said they stood for freedom…..Even with the worst gangsters and criminals I have never seen a group so corrupt….It is much better now, though.” He said.

“Ah, but that must be wonderfull, go to college for free! Problem here is, a lot of people, see, there would be much to many, and never be able to afford it would the government. Not many jobs anyhow, for anyone. That too, with the welfare pay. Government could no longer afford it, not enough jobs, to many people, see. That is why they started the tourist programs, eh? You guys are helping the country! Haha!”

“Hmmm, yes, the government does put much money to rehabilitation, but whilst in prison, you see. And really only in the crime prisons. But see, problem now, no rehab helps. People are steal because of no job, learn a new skill in prison, but still must steal and sell, because still no job! Nationwide crisis, you know. A lot of youths are back into gangsterism. Very sad. I was in that myself in my youth, but it is very dangerous, and much immoral. If you not get into anyones business, they are perfectly nice people, not hurt you. Is much safer not in, eh? Your home have much problem with crime and like?

“Ah, but does sound very interesting, rehab system. Very, uh, progressive, see. Some flaw, but progressive.

Hmmm, as for where they would be, well, I would think a lot of them would be released by now, on parole and in care of others, of course, I should think anyhow. But I should think some of the them still there. The rowdier ones, I suppose. Could ask, I do not know, the prison guards?

As for them breaking things, well, haha! I pack up my whole all stuff at the end of each day, but, see, my friend there across the street, he owns a shop, they smash all his windows out, very bad. He still not have money to fix them. It was very inconsiderate of them.

Hey, hey!” he called to a small child playing in the street. “You go get Khalid, tell him to come over here.” And the child went across the market to fetch Khalid.

“But, well, you want to see prisons? Lots of them. They are let you at very least into the lobby, but I suspect, well, they let you see more. People really like tourists.”

The young boy returned, with a man about as old as the vendor, except with almost fully black hair.

“Hey, is you want shop of the pictures? Yes, stupid people, break my windows all.” He said scornfully.

“I glad have you do it, want if you like, yes?”

“Hey, Khalid my friend!”

“Salaam, mon frere!”

The vendor and Khalid exchanged friendly greetings.

“Oh, and yes.” Said the vendor. “ A very good prison near hear, is Rolly-Polly Prison. A very impressive structure, right here in the this part of town. Only about, uh, where?”

“I think, one and half, two kilometers away?” said Khalid

“Yes, two kilometers I think.” Said the vendor. “Over that way.” He gestured to his left.

“Indeed, a very impressive structure.” Said Khalid

Nova Hope

17-02-2005, 08:36

(OOC: I have to apologize for consistently being so slow in my replies; believe it or not I know how it feels as I’m waiting on people in other threads. If I have a hard time responding it is not for lack of interest, merely the lack of time. It is difficult for me to find time in the week.)

Responding the vendor’s inquiry Bae spoke up shaking his head slowly.
“No, well not so much now. It use to be a problem but we’re getting it in order, it still flares up now and again though. There was a time when gangs where the only institution that would take kids in, now the government is trying to step in a bit more. It’s hard though, it seems every crime fighting initiative jumps the taxes.”

As the other vendor, by the name of Khalid, came in and began talking to the men Bae’s friend took over. Smiling and shaking his head in the affirmative he began taking out his camera and turning in its digital screen.
“Yes I’d like this a lot. A couple of quick pictures and a brisk walk, we’d even be willing to pay for a guide if there was one available.”

(OOC: I’ll try to be more rapid with my responses)

Alexias

18-02-2005, 01:35

(Ah, do not worry about it in the least. I often have the same problem. In fact, next week I am going to be rather slow aswell. Don't worry about it, we all have things we have to do other than this!)

The vendor nodded knowingly, as though he were all to familiar with gangs and taxes. "Hmmmm" he said.

As Bae spoke of money, both the vendor's faces looked surprised, and then they laughed happily.

"Oh no no no no!" said Khalid, shaking his hand and laughing. "I could of course not ask that! No, of course not my friend!"

The other vendor chuckled lightly. "Money, hehehe, hehehe....."

"Well, shall we be off then, or should I come find you later?" asked Khalid

(Just assuming that you decided to set off now. Please correct me if I'm wrong.)

"Well, great talking to you, perhaps I see you again at some time point." the vendor gave both me an odd half handshake half hug, in which his thumb was placed over the others hand and, and hugged the person with the other. He and Khalid then proceeded to do this aswell, and across the market the went to the other side.

The market was extremly crowded near the middle, with cars, bycicles, and hundreds of thousands of people on foot. It was a huge marketplace.

Having arrived at the other end, a long row of shops could be found, extending from the walls of tenements.

Khalid stood in front of a shop with tall windows, which were covered with plywood. Bits of smashed glass were near the wall.

"Damned people, smash my windows. Mussa' try pretty hawd, too. Bullet proof. Used hammers or something." he paused, and then explained. "Mos' all windows here bullet proof, stop burgalers."

And then, pointing up to the sign(Which was in french) he said "Ah, I sell books, magazines, pens, such, and I repair slot machines and ovens." he said. "And microwave ovens." he added.

"The did a bad number on my shop." He continued. "Smashed the windows, and then when they leave, kids loot my shop, not that I blame the children. Is why I have windows."

Nova Hope

22-02-2005, 00:21

The men nodded, taking in the devastation. Clicking pictures of the shop and other damaged area Bae spoke to ashen faced vendor sympathetically.
“I hope that I am not too blunt, but would you mind standing in front of your shop for a few of these pictures, then we can keep on going. Thank you so much.”

Alexias

23-02-2005, 01:08

(ah, sorry I'm so late. I meant to check in a while ago, but I got stabbed and had to go to the hospital, and when I got out my work was piling up, so to speak. Anyhow, sorry for the delay.)

"Ah, no problem at all." said the vendor, and he moved in front of his shop.

"What I do like, uh, point like dis here?" he said, pointing at the broken windows or something and looking at the camera,putting onan expression of annoyance, as though to further illustrate the problems it had caused.

And then, letting his expresion melt back into an amicable smile, asked"You jus' tell me how want the picture, eh? Is no problem at all."

He seemed to be happy to be doing something.

Nova Hope

27-02-2005, 05:04

(OOC: Stabbed? Shit are you all right?)

The disguised agents took a few more pictures, being generally sociable as they went. Finally deciding that they had enough they signaled that they wanted to continue on to the prison. Smiling they chatted with the man as they walked, asking questions like:
“Did you have any insurance?
“Can you sue them for damages?
“Where did you get the wide variety of products?

Alexias

28-02-2005, 04:01

Oh, yes, I'm fine as you can see. Just in the left shoulder, and not to badly, and I'm right handed, so it really doesn't matter all that much. I would have thought they would stich it up, but all they gave me was some bandages and alot of gause.

Although I must say It was really rather uncalled for, and I must say it was rather unfair and rude of the gentlemen to do that.

Anyhow.

The vendor nodded, and began to walk at a brisk pace.

"Insurance?" he said. "Ah, nooo....I cannot afford that. But there is goverment programs to get some reconpense.....Afraid though, takes long see....euh, over beauracratisation, I think that called it. It will take a while, but I will get a bit of money....."

"Sue them? I could, see you, but, euh, see, they does not know who did it. The police arrested the lot of them, but afraid they do not know. Besides, if I knew, I do not think it would be worth it. I would probably be sueing there husbands, and that would be unfair."

"So many things? Well, one must do enough work to earn there way. It is really not so hard."

As they passed a narrow street, filled with stalls in front of tenemants like most others, a group four of soldiers was around a small stall. There seemed to be some commotion.

The soldiers wore the normal black uniforms of the urban garrison's, and three of them were wearing there black berrets, and had in there hands the standard machineguns issued to all privates.

The third had his hat in his pocket, and his gun slung around his back. He seemed to be talking to the vendor.

He could be heard shouting angrily "Really? And where's the tax for that, eh? I tell you, Ivan, don't fuck with me, don't, I tell you!"

The street seller said something in reply, quitly, seeming to annoy the young interogator, who signaled to the three others behind him, who tackled the seller, to the ground.

Khalid stopped, pointing to the scene, and then turning back to watch it.

The seller thrashed angrily, and the young interragotor looked in a kitbag on the vendor's mat, emerging triumphantly with a plastic bag, and then turning to the vendor, looking down at him and screaming insanly and flailing the bag in the air in rage. "This is kat, Ivan, fuckin' kat! I told you, don't fuck with me, I told you!!!" and then to the soldiers "Get his gun, I'm sure he has one." and sure enough, when the soldiers searched the man, they emerged with a revolver.

"I think we should probably move on, unless you would like to see how it plays out." and so again they set off.

After a short walk, one could see a towering concrete structure, protroding into the sky. Upon getting closer, one could see it was sourounded by a wall. It was in between two of those generic apartement blocks that seemed to be found throughout the city.

"There it is." said Khalid pointing. "The city planners are.....Not very good, I must admit." he added, rather saddly. And with that, he walked towards the prison.

A giant iron gate lead into the prison grounds, wich was oddly enough, open. The guard both was dark, and the towers empty aswell. A few folding chairs were splayed around where the guards should have been, but apparently, they had gone off. They walked up the steps to the lobby of the prison. A few young guards where there, drinking tea and chatting. They looked surprised that someone was there at all.

Khalid gave a small greeting wave, which they returned.

"Ah, these gentlemen have come to see the prison." he said. "They are tourists."

(I'll make this better soon.)

Alexias

20-03-2005, 20:54

You still playing, man?

Nova Hope

22-03-2005, 14:50

Stepping up to shake the guard’s hand the agents smiled.
“We were hoping to take some pictures of your prison; we’ve never seen one before.”

(OOC: I should be able to respond more promptly after ths. Sorry about the lack of length but I figured I should take the short amount of time I had and reply; keep the ball moving.)

Alexias

25-03-2005, 17:58

Hey, don't worry about it. I know how it is, believe me!

So much to do, eh?

Alexias

15-04-2005, 22:37

How's school going?

Nova Hope

20-04-2005, 08:02

Down to one more exam. I just had the essay week from hell.

If you want to put a post up giving me a spring board to work from I should be done soon and be able to play catch up soon.

Alexias

16-05-2005, 05:01

I'm really sorry to leave you hanging like this again.

I've got most of it done.

It's just I should really go to sleep now.

I'm so sorry. But I'll have it done by tommorow evening.

Anyhow, I'll see you around. Goodnight.

Alexias

18-05-2005, 03:32

The guards, looking exetremly baffled, did not quite seem to know what to do. A stern glare from Khalid set the young men into action.

"This is the fron' desk a the prison." said one guard, gesturing to the desk, on which sat two computers, and behind which were some file cabinets and a door to an office.

"Over there is the door to office partez." he said, pointing to a door on the left. "Is just much much office, is there. Here, or' here " he said, pointing left to thick steel double doors, with small, barred windows "Issa prayson wing. I'm Hermen, by the way. Come, come, I show you, is what I do.”

The guard led the group down the hall through several sets of steal doors. They then came to another hall with a number of different doors, which in turn led to different hallways.

“Oh, afore I forget, is you have photograph machine? If you need to use photograph machine, do not not use photograph machine. Take all photographs, show the good touristyness.” He said, as he walked backwards down the hallway, sounding rather nervous.

The guard led them down a hall full of empty and pristinly clean cells, showing the contents with wide gestures of his hands. On the side wall was installed a toilet bowl and sink, and built into which was shelves. Up against the two other walls, there were steel framed bunk beds with flimsy mattreses and sheets. There were no windows. The entire hallway was lit with bright overhead lights.

"These is ugly 'all. These no windows, no sun, and so we do not use them until all nice cells filled up. Come come, more to see." and he continued on down to the end of the hall. It lead to a very large circular room, with windowless cells going all around. In the center was a depression in the floor, in which were couches, card tables with stacks of cards, books and magazines, aswell as radios with headphones hooked up to them. Two large wide screen televisions, also with a number of headphons, sat back to back in the center of the circle. Up in in the high roof was a large barred skylight. It was completly empty.

"One of the recreation rooms." said the guard. "Aswell as cells. As long as prisoners not all mad crazy, they take turns goin' places like here all."

He then walked briskly down another set off halls. They soon began walking down halls filled with cells that did in fact have windows, which was a refreshing change from the buzzing and glare of the overhead lights. The windows looked out onto a yard with green grass, with patches of concrete.

These cells were also empty. "We do not like to use the bottom floor cells if we do not have to. Layze sackure." exeplained the guard. "If you would like to see generaq cell, please, go, look. Very lookable."

He took a key from his belt and opened the door to one of the cells, holding it opened so that they could enter and look around. There was not much interesting, however, in the small dresser was a copy of the emperor's book "Emperialism" aswell as several books co-authored by him, an anthology of his earlier works, such as his articles, some work by his ruling clique, work supporting him, some old magazines (again, who were very biased towards the "People's Monarch".) aswell as an oversiezed panphlet on anger management.

The guard then led them through yet more halls to a cafeteria, which had no benches. A door there led into a large mess hall, with benches going all across. Walkways for guards to walk above and survey the scene below were fitted with protective glass, and cannisters of tear gas hung from the roof ready to be deployed. However, another, even more massive than the first, glass skylight, let the sun shine down into the hall, doing away with the need for the overhead lights during the day.

The guard led them left into another large room. It was a concrete, full siezed indoor basketball court, with the complete works. Near it, in the same large space, was a gymnasium, with all sorts of weights. Another hall led to a shower room.

Going back through to the mess hall, the guard led them to a door to the outside, to on exercise yard. There was another basketball court, an array of exercise equipment, and a large plot of green grass, aswell as several small trees.

Leading them back inside and through yet more halls, he took them to a large metal elevator, and using a key, turned on a control panel, on which he punched the button FLOOR THREE TWO.

“See some prisoners, want to?” asked Hermen. “C’mon, les’ go see some prisoners.”

Unlocking a set of double steel doors, again, with only small barred windows, the came into a hallway with occupied cells, with about four to six people per cell. Only the cells on the left side had windows. Hermen went into the center of the hall, and began to speak to the prisoners.

“OK guyez, these men here, is people from Nowvay Hawpe, tourists!” the prisoners seemed rather excited, and waved and cheered to the two businessmen. “OK, OK, OK.” Said Hermen, trying to calm them down. “Is when is passing, is tell them why is you here, because is is interesin’, K? Hey, wayat! Roger! Taken off gang coulors, hey?!”

“Why don’t you make me?” said a young man sitting on the floor, wearing a purple bandana over his head.

Hermen threw up his arms. “Fine! Wear it, I don’t care!”

Most of the men were rather young. They all shook hands with the businessmen through the bars, welcoming them to the country, encouraging them to spend money, and so on, before telling them why they were in prison, as though they were being exetremly helpful and informative.

Gangsterism. Extortion. Affiliation with a criminal organization. Theft. Grand Larsony. Assault with intent to cause bodily harm. Lieing to a police officer. Possesion of a banned substance with intent to traffic. Possesion of an illegal weapon. The trafficking of illegal weaponry. Attempted murder.

Such things were the usual causes for imprisonement.

One man told them he was in prison for attempting to incite ethenic conflict.

“Well, is all of prison. Unless there’s something else you’d like to see. But that’s essentialay is ate.” Said Hermen, claping his hands together.

As they headed out the door, Khalid, who had been silent throughout the tour, whispered to the two businessmen. “He avoided parts of the prison. It is really quite obvious. But, I assume that would just be the office’s and interrogation rooms, and suchlike. You probably won’t find anything to bad here, though. This is not a political prison.”

(By the way, if there would have been any questions or anything, please write them out, and I can put in the response for you. I’m very sorry this took so long.)

Nova Hope

18-05-2005, 17:50

(OOC: Hey no worries. Before I respond I just need to ask was that statement about the photographs to imply I COULD or COULD NOT take pictures? Or would you prefer I try to find out IC as you do well to put the accents into the text.)

Alexias

18-05-2005, 22:47

Oh, I apologize for the confusion.

He meant to say that you could take photographs.

I'm flattered though! I do try to put accents into writting. I just hadn't thought very well.

Nova Hope

19-05-2005, 11:40

Shown the computer the men became much more interested, as if a switch had gone on saying ‘ubertourist’.
“What kind of computers are you running here? Two and a quarter gigahertz or something bigger?”

Looking at the door to the prison wing the cameras were produced. The silent flashes captured digital images of the scenes before them.
“Thanks Herman, we do appreciate this.”

“You mean a camera? Well we will only take a few pictures; we don’t want to be too nosey.”

Once in the windows less rooms the two began flashing like mad as picture after picture was taken. The questions were quick and unrelenting.
“How many people in a cell?”
“Do you have a lot of need for these overflows?”
“How clean is the water?”
“What do they eat?”

When they came into what appeared to be the rec room the two men were astonished. They couldn’t see how the prison system could provide so well while the country was so poor.
“Wow, why so much?”
“How many channels in the TV?”
“Can the prisoners actually read?”
“Do the prisoners get crazy a lot?”
“Do they ever get so crazy that they bum rape other prisoners?
The questions were fast and fairly ignorant but looking at the men one could easily tell they meant no offence. Indeed with no prison system to speak of in Nova Hope they only knew what was shown on the television networks of other nations.

When they were offered a chance to look at the cells they did. In fact they took pictures and got the guard to lock them in and then take pictures of them locked in. They then got pictures of the guards standing outside the cell and looking stern. Rifling through the magazines, books, and pamphlets the two took pictures of these as well.
“Oh neat book, is that readily available for everyone?”

Once on the walk they fingered the tear gas and asked,
“What’s this for?”
“Does it hurt?

The tour up to the point of seeing the prisoners was fairly uneventful. The men did what they could to scout the grounds and took as many pictures as they could. The prisoners though seemed to delight the men. Actual prisoners did not exist in Nova Hope. Shaking each man’s hand they asked appropriate questions to each. These questions focused on how they were being treated and how they felt about their imprisonment. Remembering a time in their own youth when gangs held sway in Nova Hope the men were also interested in the gangs here. It seemed as though a few of the questions came from personal experience, but nothing terribly implicating.

When Herman wrapped up the tour the men seemed surprised. As Herman made for the exits a hand was placed on his shoulder. As he turned to see what was going on the man smiled and offered a small wad of bills.
“Herman thank you so much for the tour and this is for your time. I found it really informative but I have to admit that I was hoping to see some of the people picked up during the last riot. My friend and I here have some pictures of the damage they did and we were just hoping to see their face. Maybe ask them why, just general stuff. I’m sorry if this all seems weird but Nova Hope doesn’t have a lot of crime anymore and this is all fascinating.”

Alexias

20-05-2005, 05:37

When asked about the computers, there was silence in the room. The guard looked at his partners for something to say, but they did not seem to have the answer either. Finally, the guard said uncertainly “Umm, we is not running the computers. The people’s is do that, they is not us, and they is out to lunch, I think.” The other guards nodded and murmured in confirmation.

“Is no problem at all, the tour, no problem, my friend!” said Herman, smiling. “I glad you come to Alexia. Sooo very much to see, here in Alexia, so very, very much! Great to you have being here!”

On the subject of the camera, Herman put up his hands in protest. “No, no, is not be nosy! Not at all! Take as many photograph as you like! All you like, please, all you like!”

At first, the guard seemed overwhelmed, but he soon began answering the questions much more quickly and with greater ease.

“Usually, uh, is four to six people to a cell. No more than that, though. Never more than that.”

“No, we do not really like using these cells. They are just here because they fit.”

“The water is the same as the city water. I show you.” He went into a cell, turning on the tap, which put out what looked to be normal tap water. “I would not drink it were I you, though.” He said. “Often, different waters from different places, different bacteria. It might give you a tummy ache, unless you are already accustomed to the local water.”

“The standard meals is rotated every day, is all eat in the mess hall, though. Is different meals of, uh, well, some vegetable, bread, meat, pasta’s, rice, so on. Always some of everything. We repeat the cycle weekly. But, prisoner’s is get different food, for health, religion. Just shows prisoner number I.D. theng, and is get different meal needed.”

Upon entering the wreck room, Herman seemed again to be overwhelmed with the barrage of questions, but soon regained his flow, answering as best he could.

“Well, I do not know. I suppose so that the prisoners do not get bored. If they got board, they might hurt people, or something. And they have to watch the news, after all.”

“There is…..I dunno not know. A number of chaynnels in dais wan, dough. All the baysacs, uh, newsis chaynnels, show chaynnels, history chaynnels, and things. Lossa things.”

“Mossa d’em can read inna least one language, although I suppose some of them cannot.”

“Not raylay, no. Mossa payples, when get cauwght, is not get themselves more trouble. Issa saign in Alexia, I dunnae know how it go so much in anglish, but issa like, uh, Iffin’ cannot do crime, do time, lots, not stuff. Something like that. Some get angry, fight with each other, or even guards, sometime, but not so much. Some mentaylaw ill peoples get crazes, but not so much.”

“Well, is not much of rapping. I’ve heard of sayme ‘omosaxtuals is screw aych other, but rawpe ist illegal, is not allowed. And praysoners is most allowed visits with laydayfriends and wives and such. But rawpang no allowed, and is not maynay ‘omosaxtuals, I think.”

The guard seemed delighted too help the two men take there pictures, although it did take him a minute to figure out how to work the camera.

“Oh, those book and stuff? Yes, is everywhere, is sell all the time in shops, stalls, stuff. Not so much anymore. Most people already ‘ave copy of most of that stuff, but almost all shop store ‘ave at layst some. Those guys is writing new stuff all the time, they is.”

The guard looked confused for a minute at the question.

“OH! Gas, you mean? Well, see, if riot is break out here, can be very dangerous, many guards, prisoners get ‘urt, eh? Now, guardz could shoot at prisoners from up there, see” he said, pointing at a ledge with a metal railing around it about twenty feet up the wall, running around the entire hall. “But shooting just ‘urt, kill peoples, and make fighting worst, mostly, so this so that stop fighting long enough to regain stop fightiness.”

“Yes, yes, it hurts very much, yes. I remainmbar once, long time ago, was big riot, now not here, in streets, say, I was just a young man then, but looting and smashang everywhere. This was under the olden guyez, mind you. And so, lootang and things, and police come, spray everywhere. Hurt my eyes, my skin. Very much hurting. No good braythang it aythar.”

Being asked how they were being treated, most made rude jokes at the guards or the governments expense, before laughing good heartdly. “But no, they run it well.” Added one young man, after making a rather nasty remark about the warden. A few of them responded honestly that they were being treated well, likely thinking that the men were from an international aid agency.

When being asked about how they ended up in prison, almost all of the men answered earnestly, either trying to be helpful or just glad to be talking about themselves.

Hermen seemed rather surprised at the offer of money. He smiled, as though flattered, but looked embarrassed. “Oh, oh no, I could never accept that.” Cringed, and then quickly added “Well, if you insist.” And accepted the wad of bills graciously, stuffing them in his pocket.

“Oh, oh, no problem at all. As for the people’s of the last riots, well, mossa d’em women, and women and men not in the same prison, no, cannot do that.” He paused, and then whispered “They’ed be in the one of the other prisons, you know? Very nice to meet you, though. No problem at all, glad you came. Enjoy your trip, eh?” He winked a conspiratorial wink, and then, smiling, he waved to them, and walked through one of the office doors.

An piece of a federal radio news program:

“The emperor today expressed the emperial governments desire to develop closer relations with the government and people of Nova Hope. His emperorship was rather vague on the subject, but did mention that both nations would benefit from easier trade restrictions, and that he was willing to allow Nova Hope corporations tap Alexian labor so as to provide the option of cheaper overhead production coasts. These jobs would in turn help alleviate the empires crippling unemployment, putting much needed foreign capital into the hands of Alexian citizens. It was also hinted that closer relations would allow for a larger tourism industry……The Emperial government is rumoured planning to send a delegation to speak with the current government in Nova Hope about the prospect of improving ties……”

Nova Hope

20-05-2005, 15:46

The two men looked at each other and then Khalid.
“I suppose if we want to see some of the lady rioters we would need to go to the lady’s prison.” The other man nodded and then added.
“Yes but I’m sorry my friend I do have other things to attend to.”
“Of course I understand.” Bae nodded to the man as he made his way onto one of the main streets looking for a cab.
“Well Khalid, are you sure I can’t offer you a little bit of money for your trouble? You’ve been fantastic and I’d hate for you to walk away empty handed. Tell you what if your store is still not fixed by tomorrow I could pay you to be a temporary guide. You could meet me at my hotel and show me some of the sights. As it is now I would like to get to the women’s prison before they close to visitors. Coming?”

(OOC: Trade relations would of course be welcome. As for cheap labour that would be valuable but not as much as you might think. People in my country are paid well but there exits no minimum wage they’re paid well merely because I have free education so they get better paying jobs.

What would most interest Noviet countries is either, opening mines and lumber yards to harvest raw resources, or buy land for farming. Another idea that might be worth considering would be opening a military base in your country. Support industries would need to be created around it and that would create a lot of jobs. Some of which would be even better then manual labour jobs as retailers, manufacturers and the such would be needed.

A shipyard would need to be opened so that we could move large amounts of goods around. (Or the existing ones upgraded to take on superfreighters.)

Airports would be opened to make it easier for tourists to come in.

Hotels would need to be opened.

This of course assumes your willing to let foreign corporations into your country. Send and IC message from your government suggesting something. I’ll send over a trade delegation.)

Alexias

21-05-2005, 00:04

I'm afraid I shall not be able to reply until tommorow. See you then.

Alexias

22-05-2005, 21:01

Khalid shook his head and put out his hands in protest. “Naw, naw, my frians. I cannae take no money from you. One dais naw aysk for payement when one does samething for you. No, no money, playse.”

“Very nice is you to offer, but nae, I cannae be guiding a ‘morrow. Mus’ things to do. Very nice of offer, but cannae, no. But is lots people other looking for is jawb. They is take jawb, lessa people. As for women prison, well, what is mean by other prison is political prison. Is not keep social criminal with political criminal. Different prisons. Those, not in town. Far out of town. Is just one in town, and no is allowed in, ever ever. Out of town, I donnae know, but is not way to get for ‘cept prison train and army road, and cannae use those. Supposin’ could walk, but is very very far.”

A taxicab screeched to a halt about ten feet ahead of the group.

“S’pose I shoulda bay awf. Is perhaps seeing you again later, then. Very nice to meet you. Enjoy your stay aine my country. Salaam.”

“Where you be headin’?” asked the cabbie.

“Where you guys from?” he asked. “No kidding?! Well, I hope your enjoying your stay. Seen any of the sites yet? You know, there’s a lot more to the country than just the capital. Tons of other things. I mean, the AC’s great, but there’s a lot more to see, too. Like, have you ever seen the rogue house? Been there once. Great tour, they got goin’. Very nice people down in that province, too. Very nice people.”

“So what is it you guys do for a living?”

“Esteemed public servants of Nova Hope.” The delegation leader, Saad Alkatami, began. He was a tall and well built Arab man, with short black hair. He was clean shaven, and wore a red and white checkered cloth around his shoulders. His black business suit was the kind of expensive clothing that displayed wealth and importance. “The people of our respective nations have much to gain from increased trade and stronger diplomatic relations which the emperial government is proposing…………”

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=402097 This is sort of a history thing of the thing, although I think I may have changed some things in my mind.

This is sort of a cultural reference. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397281

This too. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=375173

The current situation is that about 40% of the workforce is unemployed, and the government has no way of making them a new sustainable employement. This has given rise to a number of new political alternatives, which were never available in the early days of the “emperor’s” rule (not all that long ago). There is also a terrible amount of crime, which the government does control relatively well, but cannot do anything to stop give people alternatives to being career criminals. There is also no more welfare money flowing into the hands of the people, as the government was afraid of bankrupting itself. There is, however, free food hand outs for those who need it. The ruling clique have been looking for ways to solve the countries problems, but there isn’t much to be done.

The main thing being offered is the access to cheap labor markets. As you said, the people in the factories have to be payed well for retention. But the people in Alexia are desperate for whatever jobs they can get, and if you have to fire someone, there’s ten other people to take his place, and so, it’s a rather attractive option for manufacturing companies. The Alexia government is offering the rent land for factory construction to whoever is wiling. They are also willing to waive most trade tariffs.

Alexia has in it’s ground a great deal of iron ore, and so a large industry in the country is harvesting and extracting this ore, as is steel production. The government is not very willing to sell any land to mining companies, and would not waive tariffs for any foreign mining company, as they’re policy is to control most of the countries national resources, but they are very willing to let investors and companies invest indirectly through them in new mines and other things of that nature. They are also very anxious to tap into the Nova Hope steel market, and there is potential for much greater steel production (and more jobs) should they be able to increase demand. There is also a good deal of gold, mostly untapped. (Gold is used in a lot of expensive jewelry, but also in precision machines and in compact disks and DVDs.)

The Alexian empire is also a very large producer of staple food crops, mostly vegetables, rice and wheat. At the beginning of the “emperor’s” reign, he gave land to thousands of small time farmers, increasing they’re holdings significantly, aswell as giving them money and new farming equipement. He also started a large campaign to move large amounts of urban residents back into the countryside, providing them with, again, land, equipement and hard capital. He also created a number of large plantations for himself, aswell as making a number of loyal supporters wealthy land owners, aswell his friends, employing thousands of workers.

The emperor started a nationwide irrigation project, creating a good deal of irrigation systems for farming regions, and letting farmers pay a modest fee to irrigate there crops.

Productive farmers can apply for money grants and free land after every two years.

And so that makes up most of the farmers. There is currently a surplus of staple foods, which is hurting the farmers, as they have no market for half of there crops. The government is very anxious to open up the Alexian food market to Nova Hope, and the Nova Hope market to the farmers.

The emperor also set about constructing a national railroad so as to give people, goods and troops an easy way to move throughout the country (although travel is strictly controlled). This created many jobs for steelworkers, engineers, and mostly, construction.

The government also started a number of other projects, such as massive housing initiatives, power plants, plumbing and sewage upgrades, water purification, ect, creating millions of new jobs.

The government also created a good number of government run factories to supply the people with essential goods.

But, as the projects began to be completed, and the factories became more mechanized, the jobs had begun to dry up. The government could not reduce the factory and farm mechanization at risk of making them unprofitable.

(Sorry, I do tend to go off on things)

There is in fact one international commercial airport in Alex City, and a number of other smaller airports across the country.

There is also one deep water port, in Port Thompson, although it has a limited capacity.

The government is willing to entertain the construction of new ports and new airports.

There are some hotels and resorts, mostly but not entirely owned by the government. The government is exetremly willing to sell land and help any people or companies creating resorts and hotels, aswell as any other tourist related businesses.

There is not very much lumber available, as the government turned almost all of what was left of the nations forests to reserves.

If you have any other suggestions or suchlike, please tell me.

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