NationStates Jolt Archive

Buddha (Capital of Marijuanita)

Tomas Smith, President of the Republic. Not a large man, and not short. Neither too intelligent for his own good, nor too stupid to be managed. His eyes were definitely not blue, and he wasn't married but planned on proposing to Sarah Munchieson as soon as it was politically safe to.

But who knew when that would be...

"Well, if you want to do it, do it," Sarah said earnestly and not obnoxiously.

"I don't know... you know, historically," Tomas pointed out, "A new nation comes up, and then - wham, bam! it's got billions of people in dozens of countries howling for it's blood."

"Not that bad," she countered, slapping his arm lightly and standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"Get a pizza. What do you want on it?"

"Hmm... everything."

He put his feet up on the coffee table. It was good to be alive, he reckoned. He knew he'd exagerrated the danger in his mind. Nations occasionally picked on smaller ones... but never a peaceful, neutral and generally good-natured country, for no reason. There was international outcry at such behaviors. Could they count on that?

"Thirty minutes, the guy says," Sarah said as she returned from the kitchen. "I don't believe it."

"Me neither," admitted Tomas. "That's one thing we need to change by opening up the nation's doors: Better pizza delivery."

They both laughed.

But it was true.



OOC: Modern Tech, accepting new ambassadors and business offers from the international scene... basically President Smith has opened the doors to free trade and diplomacy.

We Weclome you to the world Marijuanita, and offer Trade and Diplomatic Reations

Satago Mrushi of the Serpent Country Ministry of Foreign Affairs shuffled a stack of diplomatic reports on his desk, then thumbed through the latest intelligence report on a country known as the Republic of Marijuanita. Attached was a diplomatic letter from Marijuanita's leadership indicating their intention to open relations with the rest of the world, and a summary of their UN report.

"Oooh! Oooh! A new country!" the girl named Glowing Earthworm chittered, yanking the diplomatic letter out of Sadago Mrushi's hands. In theory she was the pizza delivery girl from a local restaurant, but in practice she was a permanent fixture of their branch of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This was mainly because Mrushi's co-workers tended to spend a lot of time eating pizza and playing poker, as opposed to actually looking over diplomatic letters, which was what Mrushi was planning on doing.

"I wanna read it!" the girl announced, and immediately, with a sudden burst of elephantine concentration, she began to very carefully peer into the text. "Ooohh.... Pretty flag!" she announced, staring at the tri-leafed green flag of Marijuanita. "So what's this place like?" she asked.

"It's a left-leaning college state." Mrushi's boss, Circling Jade explained, walking over to Glowing Earthworm. "And right now that's about all we know about them. Maybe they'll be willing to tell us more about themselves after we send an emissary."

"Can I go?" the pizza girl asked.

"Not unless you sign up for the Foreign Office. I don't think President Smith is going to order Serpent Country for pepperonni any time soon." Circling Jade explained. "Let's send them a form, the usual friendly greeting."

Grunting an affirmative, Satago Mrushi pulled out his laptop and conjured up a typical diplomatic form. Written in typical Serpentian diplomatic sytle, it read:

"The Protectorate of Serpent Country extends peaceful greetings to the Republic of Marijuanita. May we both prosper well in peace and harmony, and benefit in mutual exchange.

Enclosed is an attached pineapple basket in a cozy pink towel, as a gift to your government. Also attached is a plush-toy plumed serpent, the national animal of Serpent Country. This plush-toy represents the good will and peaceful intentions of Serpent Country.

With the permission of your leadership, we request that a small expedition from the Serpent Country Geographic Society be allowed to visit your country, so that we may learn more about you. Should you have a similar desire, we would be more than happy to provide transport for an equivalent team back to our Home Islands."

"Awww.... a plush toy... that's sooo cute!" the pizza delivery girl proclaimed, raising her voice to pretend she was eight years old. "So... how do they deliver the fruit basket anyway?"

"With an airship, probably a diplomatic blimp. Better gas mileage than a plane; faster than a boat. And, an airship is a good canvas to slather the flag on." Circling Jade explained. Wtih a quick few strokes of his fingers, Mrushi forwarded the letter to the translators, who would hopefully render the form into whatever language the People of Marijuanita spoke.