NationStates Jolt Archive

TO: All MAP nation leaders
From: Doweir Parliamentary Palace, Resmond


MAP member nations are cordially invited to the Rogue Nation of Doweir for the first annual festival for MAP members. This is not going to be a stuck up ball or formal dinner. This will be for leaders and their families. Bring the kids and let them go on the rides, the petting zoo, and the magic show. There will be a huge BBQ in the evening followed by fireworks. All activities will be within the walled compound of the Parliamentary Palace in our capital city Resmond.

You will be able to arrive either by plane at the government airstrip, and be escorted in armoured limos to the palace, or if you are close enough, you can fly an unarmed helicopter directly to the pad in the palace compound. Also, if you or any of your party are scared of flying, you can dock your yacht at the secure government port. Please take comfort in knowing that security will be immaculate. Over 1000 SDF guards will be ensuring that the Parliamentary Palace compound is totally protected at all times. Your personal guards are welcome as well.

You can either come the day before, or the morning of. All accommodations will be within the compound in the South wing, which has more than enough room for everyone. Please feel free to tour the city at your leisure. The people are very nice and respect foreign dignitaries very much.


James R. Taylor
Director of Palace Operations

with approval of:
General John Csaszar,
Supreme Leader, Doweir


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Dowier Info (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=420212)
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IC: General John Csaszar, Supreme Leader of Doweir, looked out the large window of his office in the parliamentary palace. The palace was an immense walled compound in the center of the capital, Resmond. It was built over 200 years ago, but had been continuously modified. A thick 8 foot stone wall encircled the palace compound, which was about 100 acres. The only way to look in on the property from outside, was through the front, rot iron gate.

There were about a dozen building on the property, but three large ones in a shape of a ‘U’ composed the core. The buildings were made out of similar stone as the wall, and were a yellowish colour. The building in the center was where the governmental committees met, government offices, and where John entertained guests for formal dinners and receptions. The building on the left side, looking in, was where John lived and worked. A large part of the north building was his personal residence. He also had a large library and office in the building. There were other offices and living quarters for close government officials and advisors. The south building was more or less a hotel. It was where all the regional delegates and their staff stayed when the government was in session.

Behind the buildings was a large park area, with a large open field some trees. This is where he planned on entertaining his guests. The weather was supposed to be perfect this weekend, around 22 C or 72 F. The sun was shining as he looked out the window.

There was a loud knock on the open door of his office. He spun around and motioned for them to come in. John stood in front of the window with his arms crossed over his crisp forest green military uniform (his standard dress). In walk a line of people who formed a line facing him.

James R. Taylor, Director of Palace Operations, was the one who knocked, and was the first to speak.

“Sir, we have just finished our final preparation meeting and would like you to know that everything is going according to plan. The rides and games are being set up in the back field, the south building is ready for all the guests, and the truck load of fireworks has arrived.”

John nodded and turned his gaze to the next person in the line.

“Sir, 700 extra SDF guards arrived last night after going through a week of specific training for this event. They will join the 300 Royal Guards already here. Throughout the event we will be communicating with any foreign security personnel who arrive.” Stated the head Royal Guard and John’s personal body guard, Richard Thomas.

“The extra barbeques have arrived, the kitchen staff have been prepared, and the food will be cooked to perfection!” Exclaimed the excited chief Maurice Bourbon.

“The fleet of diplomatic armoured limos and escort vehicles will be at the arrival points.” Annouced director of diplomatic logistics and transporation, Liz Welland.

John looked at all of them “Good, good. Guests should start arriving tonight. Keep me posted.” With that he turned around to face the window again and the line filed out of his office.


OOC: Disclaimer-I'm pretty new to this, so it may be a little rocky.

After Prime Minster Strummer read this he told his telegrapher send this over to the Doweir Parliamentary Palace in Resmond

~~~OFFICIAL TELEGRAPH FROM PALAXIA~~~
We will be arriving at the festival and will bring some snacks like the Palixian Custom King Crab Pretzel and a lot of fireworks do you mind if the Governor of Kevistis, Aaland Islands and Palixian Reform would come Aaland has a LOT of fireworks there and on the 24th of July control all the fireworks at our Independence day Festival (RESERVE SEATS ARE STILL AVAILIABLE).

From,
The Royal Family of the Allied States of Palixia Joe Strummer, Cecily Strummer, and the kids J.J. and Lauren

OOC: Hope a fighter escort is okay, The Prime Minsiter rarely goes anywhere in the air without them and later they might do an air show.

IC: James Stanwin, The Prime minister of Mondoth was happy, this was the first time he'd bee out of the country and was not expected to got o some stuffy formal affair, He was glad he could ake his family on this one, most of the formal ffairs were not kid friendly but this one he had ben assured was perfect for little Rachel, with games and rides and fireworks the whole thing, what good idea.
The Prime Ministrial family arrived in style, the official Mondothian VC-225 was a mejestic aircraft, painted dark crimson red with a briliant gold stripe and gold bands on the wings the aircrafts engines were integrated into the fuselage giving the aircraft a sleek apearence, its six escorts were no different, painted in the same scheme as the official jet the SX-24 Fighter air craft had a style of their own, without visible weapons the fighters looked like some sort of alien flying creature, almost not an aircraft at all. As the aerial entorage approached the airfield the fighters accelerated and spread out to land before the Ministerial Jet. On the ground a secondary door on the aircraft allowed the 6 Marine guards outand around to the other side where James adn his wife and daughter exited the aircaft.

Leafanistan will send Ambassador James Doogan and his family to the festivities, we will bring some of our famous sausages, and potato salad. He will be accompanied by 3 F-16s, and will arrive in a C-130.

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Archibald Derek Spoot VI or Mr Spoot got off the Steamship "Maskerade" the journey had been long but worth it, following Mr Spoot was his wife Erika Janet Spoot (Mrs Spoot) and his son Archibald Derek Spoot VII (Mr Spoot jr) after they had walked off the ship a large case was brought down following it was a large man his name was Bewley Errol Spiff V (Mr Spiff) and in the case were 100 of his very own "FLASH BANG KAPOWEE!" Fireworks, behind the man was a Clown who seemed to be rather happy at the moment, he was dancing his way down the gangplank, this was Mr Fungles the clown, no-one knew his real name, all they knew was that he was mr Spiffs best friend and he never left the country without him, the large group (plus fireworks) set off to towards parlimentary palace.

(OOC: im also pretty new to this, so we can be rocky together)

It is with regret that I must decline this invitation.
Due to the current state of affairs in Alidor I feel it prudent that I do not attend this gathering of MAP members, and instead concentrate fully on the situation developing in Alidor.

Please extend my apologies to the other MAP members.

Prime Minister Jonathan Willis
Office of the Prime Minister
Government House

IC: We regret that Blessed Elect Jan Kras couldn't come because of very important matters of the State and hope that you'll accept his apology.

OOC: Sorry, my girlfriend is in the city and I don't have much time for NS.

It was about 7pm. John had changed into his white Navy suit from his usual green army fatigues. He was in a large room in the center building, supervising the final touches to the decorations and preparation of hors d’oeuvres for tonight’s reception.

Liz Welland walked briskly into the room. “Sir, a number of dignitaries have arrived and are being transported to the palace as we speak.”

“Great, have the limos pull right up to the front of the building and make sure the red carpet is rolled out.” Replied John. He didn’t want this to be real formal, but at the same time, he wanted to impress the foreign leaders.

the Spoot family were impressed by the armoured limo, their own vechiles had no such space, Mr Spiff sat on the back seat next to Mr Fungles, who was busy making balloon animals, on the floor beneath their feet was the case of fireworks, which Mr Spiff refused to be put in the boot, the limo pulled up in front of an impressively large building, the family got out of the limo and onto the red carpet, Mr Spiff followed and Fungles rolled out, they began to walk up to the building, the case of fireworks were bought out and followed the large party.

James saw the group emerge from the limo. He recognized Mr Spoot from the pictures of the MAP leaders, memorizing all of them. He assumed that the woman and child were Mr Spoot’s family, but he wasn’t too sure who the other two were. There was a tall man with a briefcase, probably a bodyguard. Then there was a clown. He wasn’t sure who this fellow was, but his job was to welcome everyone who emerged from the limos and to make them feel comfortable during their stay.

“Welcome to Doweir! I am James Taylor, Director of Palace Operations. If you need anything during your stay, please call the number on this card and myself or one of my staff will assist you.” He handed them his business card. “Please continue into the reception room, the General is eager to meet you all. Your luggage will be taken up to your rooms in the building next door. Would you like me to take your case for you?” James motioned to the case Mr Spiff was carrying.

"ah yes the case, these my friend are 100 of the greatest fireworks you'll ever see, my own brand, i promise you wont be disapointed!" Mr Spiff handed over the case, he had a large grin on his face as he walked off into the reception room where the rest of the group were waiting.

(OOC: http://img269.echo.cx/img269/2655/mrspoot6bu.png this is a drawing of what Mr Spoot, Mr Spiff, Mr Spoot jr are wearing, only less comical, the drawing is done in comic style cos thats as far as my drawing skills go, so just use that as a guide, ill add Mrs Spoot soon, ive done Fungles http://img278.echo.cx/img278/9239/mrfungles0xv.png enjoy)

IC: John noticed Mr. Spoot and his group come into the room. There were already a number of people milling around eating and drinking. He excused himself from the group he was with and lifting himself to his full 6'1 frame, he walked towards them.

"Hello Mr. Spoot, so great of you and your party to come." He shook his hand. "Please, introduce me to your companions."

OOC: John likes to be called either by his first name, or General, by fellow dignataries, leaders or close associates. He prefers to be called Sir, General, or Supreme Leader Csaszar by people "below" him.

"hello General, this is my wife Erika Janet Spoot, my son Archibald Derek Spoot, my close friend Bewley Errol Spiff, and his close friend Mr Fungles, the clown" each member bowed as their name was said "and as an act of goodwill we have bought with us a pack of Mr Spiffs very own fireworks." Everyone looked at Mr Spiff "ah i handed them over to a lad outside, i hope he knows what to do with them!"

John shook hands with them. "Welcome, all of you. I am General John Csaszar, Supreme Leader of Doweir, and your host. And this is my son M- where'd he go." John looked around, then noticed his son 10 feet away gorging on hors d’oeuvres on a waiter's tray.

"Marc, get over here!" The 23 year old young man hustled over.

"This is my son, Marc." John told the group from Spooty. "Marc, go tell James to put Mr. Spiff's fireworks as the finale for tomorrow night's show."

"Please, help yourselves to the food and drink." Tomorrow morning there will be a meeting for all the leaders to discuss any recent incidents that MAP should be concerned with, then the fun will begin."

The Limo ride was pretty standard, all of his family had riden in similar vehicles at one point or another and took it easily. On the final aproach to the palace and party grounds however every one stared out the windows, The view was very impressive and James could see his wife and daughter were already mentally planning the next day. When they reached the door of the palace they waved aside James offer to help with the luggage, For security reasons (Mondothians are very security conscious) it was customary for members of the Prime Ministers guard detail to handle the luggage and at least one guard would remain in the room until the Minsiterial family arrived after the reception.

OOC: I thought your leader was James Stanwin?

so it was, I was pretty tired and more than a little dehydrated, I'll fix it now

John smiled when he saw James. Mondoth was one of the first countries to establish diplomatic relations with Doweir soon after declaring independence and supplied the majority of Doweir’s armed forces equipment.

“James, welcome!” Ambassador Valles informed me you would be attending. By the way, the new SF-41’s are magnificent.” He shook everyone’s hand.

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(Bump. And I hope I have not come too late.. And I'm gonna put this event at a timeline after the war I'm in, just in case anyone is really paying attention to what I'm doing. And if you are one of those people who watch my every move, YOU ARE CREEPY!)

Jonathon Deering made way unto the dock after his guard detail drove him such a long ways in a patrol boat. Such a long ride for him, a Derelect would have been much more prompt for such an occasion. He slowly made his way to solid ground, scratching his shoulder wound and wincing. At least his uniform covered the bandages... such an apparent weakness was not becoming of one of the Three Dragon Generals of Nissin. He stared around at the festivities, unsure of his temporary vacation here.

(Earlier that week...)
The true leader, Bill Rizer, was currently recovering in the hospital from wounds inflicted by exoskeletons. It was quite the fight of his life, almost sad that he actually lived from such a glorious fight. In his present state he could not make it to the MAP convention, and as he did not want poor representation by not showing up to such a meeting, his best friend and best general was ordered to be sent. Bill considered Jonathon to be quite the family man (As much as a family man could be in a place where men and women were kept seperate and the only way to realize you had a child was by the registration papers stating your child was being trained by the military), so he was also considered to be most "normal" to the outside world. Right before his newly scheduled afternoon nap, Bill ordered a message to be sent to John Csaszar. "I am sorry I could not be graced with your presence, General, but I shall send the next best thing to be graced!"

Mr Fungles had began to collect a rather large crowd of children, Mr Spiff was watching him from a distance, Mr Spoot had began introducing himself to the crowd, his wife was doing the same, and Spoot jr was going from waiter to waiter tasting the Doweir food, much different from Spooty food.

OOC: I wanted to see if anyone else was going to be coming/writing. Tomorrow evening I will go forward to the next day most likely.

One of John's many personal assistants ran up to him and quickly gave him a note saying that General Jonathon Deering, the representative of Nissin, was on his way. Nissin had been through a lot recently. He must inquire about Bill Rizer's condition and ask if any assistance could be offered.

(I'll assume that my person was approach and asked about the Nissin condition)

Jon gave a sheepish smile. "It has all bee settled recently... we currently just wrapped up conditions with making the country of Rotten Bacon into a colony. It is a rather good time that this event was taken at a time of peace, a good party is most likely what will make me feel better. As for Bill, he is the strongest man in all of the Nissian Islands, so I'm sure that he will pull through, despite how the hospitals are." He tipped his cap back and scratched the back of his neck. "So, has the food been put out yet? I'm sure ready for real food after all the C Rations we are given!"

OOC: Oh, he’s here already!

“That’s good to here. Tomorrow morning we’ll talk about how we can assist you nation, and the possibility of establishing diplomatic relations.” John raised his arm up and snapped his fingers. Three waiters rushed over, two with trays of food, and one with a tray of champagne and water. “Please eat as much as you can. If you would like something else to drink, the bartender will be happy to serve you.”

(Sorry, I attempted my best to say he was here, especially by writing how he walked on the docks :P I'm just not a good writer ^^)

Jon reached out for one of the snacks, having his hand smacked away by one of his guards. He sighed as the guard removed his mask and tested the foodstuff for poison. Having enjoyed the morcel and "testing" a few more, he graciously reassured his General that the food was in fact not dangerous. Soon after, the guards stored their Barretts in the boat while keeping their knives just in case, leaving two soldiers to guard the boat.

Jon swallowed quickly and made a quick last comment, "You'll have to excuse my guard. Nissin requrie that three guard must be of personal guard and at least five be in the area. They won't cause any problem." He waved his hand and the three guards saluted. My English is improving, noted Jon, as he noticed the guards had absolutly no idea how to understand anything else other then their dialect of Deutsch.

OOC: Alright, time for the next day.

It was getting late, and most of the children looked like they were about to fall asleep. The guests were full of food and drink. James and the palace staff showed everyone to their rooms in the south building, and John retired to his living quarters in the North Building.

As the guests breifly walked outside to the other building, they could see the shadows of the SDF and Royal guards patrolling the parimeter. The normally tight security was extra tight for their stay.

John made sure each room received an itinerary for tomorrow. The leaders were to meet at 10am for a serious discussion on world events and how they could help each other out. The meeting would only be an hour or so. The rest of the guests could wander the palace grounds and start eating breakfast at 10:30am. The barbecues and grills would be on throughout the day so people could go up and request steak, burgers, hot dogs, and a variety of other things. The rollar coaster and other rides were ready for everyone, and of course, the fireworks finale should be quite the show, especially with Mr. Spiff's fireworks.

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The next day the sun crept up, bright in the horizon...

OOC: I'm back, apparently besides being dehydrated I had a debilitating stomach virus, I have recovered admirably!

OOC: I've been super busy of late. I'm not sure if people are we still going with this or what? Maybe we should just skip to the fun day and fireworks, unless someone has some major international concerns they want to address. Mondoth, glad your feeling better.

soon after a large man named Juan in blue signifieing rotten bacon comes in. he collects what ever he needs and goes to the carnivel.(he was always a kid at heart)