NationStates Jolt Archive

President Holtz called up Generalissimo J.L. on his phone.

OOC: Sorry the starting post is so small, but I did 2 larger ones and I accidently deleted them each time by pressing the wrong button, which really pissed me off.

(OOC: J.L. was in a coma, but we'll assume he awakened recently.)

J.L. lay in his hospital bed, still groggy. An aide handed him the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, my good friend. It's me, President John Holtz. How are you?" John replied.

OOC: You can invite friendly nations if you'd like.

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"Hello, my good friend. It's me, President John Holtz. How are you?" John replied.

OOC: You can invite friendly nations if you'd like.

"Been better," J.L. said. "I had a massive stroke recently."

He chuckled ruefully.

"Been better," J.L. said. "I had a massive stroke recently."

He chuckled ruefully.
John was shocked. "I am so sorry, my friend. Tell me, are you feeling better now?"

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John was shocked. "I am so sorry, my friend. Tell me, are you feeling better now?"

"Better, thanks," J.L. said. "Alas, my country is currently embroiled in a civil war."

"Better, thanks," J.L. said. "Alas, my country is currently embroiled in a civil war."
"What is the cause of the war?" John queried.

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"What is the cause of the war?" John queried.

"A few provinces tried to secede," J.L. said, "and my temporary successor, Minister of State Security Chia Neng Lee, sent military forces into Mihailovich, the leader of the secessionist provinces. The next thing we knew, we were at war."

"A few provinces tried to secede," J.L. said, "and my temporary successor, Minister of State Security Chia Neng Lee, sent military forces into Mihailovich, the leader of the secessionist provinces. The next thing we knew, we were at war."
"What was the cause of their succession?" John asked.

"What was the cause of their succession?" John asked.

"They claimed Lee was too dictatorial for their taste, so they seceded," J.L. said. "Moreover, while I was ill, I released all the Shoobans. I shipped them to Nellisland. Lee threatened to seize the Shoobans and forcibly return them to RB."

"I see. Now, to business. I have been wanting to do something I have put off for a long time. As you know, our countries used to be the greatest of allies until you dismissed your Congress. However, I have looked back, thought of how good of a person you were anyways, and knew that without your country being allied with mine, Holy Paradise is doomed. Our economy is going down the toilet without trade with you. Our strength is weakened. We need your country to be friends with us again. Therefore, I am inviting you to a diplomatic conference. You may choose the place and time." John replied, finally extending an invitation to heal relations between the two countries.

"I see. Now, to business. I have been wanting to do something I have put off for a long time. As you know, our countries used to be the greatest of allies until you dismissed your Congress. However, I have looked back, thought of how good of a person you were anyways, and knew that without your country being allied with mine, Holy Paradise is doomed. Our economy is going down the toilet without trade with you. Our strength is weakened. We need your country to be friends with us again. Therefore, I am inviting you to a diplomatic conference. You may choose the place and time." John replied, finally extending an invitation to heal relations between the two countries.

"I agree, my dear friend," J.L. concurred. "How about your place, tonight, 7:00 P.M.?*"

*7:00 P.M. Central Time IRL

"I agree, my dear friend," J.L. concurred. "How about your place, tonight, 7:00 P.M.?*"

*7:00 P.M. Central Time IRL
"Works for me. I shall see you then." John replied.

"Works for me. I shall see you then." John replied.

"All right, see you," J.L. said.

"Goodbye, J.L." John replied. He then put the phone back on the receiver. He then called up the only straight male interior decorator/caterer/event planner in the Universe. A man answered the phone, "Yes? Ty's decorating/catering and event planning. How may I help you?" The man asked. "Hello, Ty." John answered. "My name is John Holtz."

Ty's mouth dropped. He was talking with the President of Holy Paradise! He composed himself and said, "Hello, Mr. President. What is it you ask of me?"

"You do know Holy Paradise used to be allied with Roach-Busters, sir?" John queried.

"Of course, sir." Ty answered.

"Well, I'm holding a meeting with Generalissimo J.L. of Roach-Busters. We both wish to heal the realtions between our two countries. He's coming over tonight. I will pay you 500,000 gold coins to make the perfect event." John explained. He then went down a list of what he wanted. "Yes, sir, Mr. President." Ty said.

OOC: Hey RB, could you invite some leaders of nations that you are also allied with?

OOC: Hey RB, could invite some leaders of nations that you are also allied with?

(OOC: Sure. Who did you have in mind?)

(OOC: Sure. Who did you have in mind?)
Like Doomingsland if possible. Or Generic Empire, if he's still around. You know, your allies during the time of our alliance. I"ll be invitign the founder of the region I'm currently in.

Everything was ready. In the ballroom/event room, food was lined up on the table and all types of drinks were ready for choosing. Red, comfy chairs were lined up on each side of a large rectangular table. President Holtz was dressed in his best suit. He waited patiently for the next 1 RL hour and 45 real life minutes to pass by.

"Only about 30 RL minutes left" John thought as he sat in his office. Outside, 50 Presidental Guards stood in random spots around the Presidental Mansion while fighter jets patrolled from above. The media were banned from the mansion until the meetings were over.

"3 RL minutes" John thought.

"7:00 PM...where is he?" John wondered

OOC: I'm eating dinner now so I'll be back soon.

J.L. walked in. "Sorry I'm late."

J.L. walked in. "Sorry I'm late."
"Hello, my friend. Please have a seat! Joining us tonight is the Holy Paradisian Secretary of State, Kyle Grant. Kyle, this is Generalissimo J.L. of Roach-Busters." John greeted. Kyle extended his hand. "Pleasure." Kyle said.

"Pleasure's all mine, Mr. Grant," the Generalissimo said, taking out a fat Cuban cigar and a lighter with the Roach-Busterian coat of arms on the front. He raised an inquiring eyebrow. "John, mind if I have a smoke?"

"Pleasure's all mine, Mr. Grant," the Generalissimo said, taking out a fat Cuban cigar and a lighter with the Roach-Busterian coat of arms on the front. He raised an inquiring eyebrow. "John, mind if I have a smoke?"
"Not at all, my friend. There's food on the table at the north end of the room, and drinks are on its right." John answered.

"Not at all, my friend. There's food on the table at the north end of the room, and drinks are on its right." John answered.

"Thanks," J.L. said, lighting up. A dazed, euphoric, dreamy, vacant expression appeared on his face as he slowly puffed the cigar, sighing softly with deep satisfaction. "Got any root beer?"

"Thanks," J.L. said, lighting up. A dazed, euphoric, dreamy, vacant expression appeared on his face as he slowly puffed the cigar, sighing softly with deep satisfaction. "Got any root beer?"
"Yes. We have every drink known to man in all brands. Let me get you some." John replied. He walked over to the drink section and poured a large glass full of root beer. He returned and put it on the table in front of J.L. "There you go. Need anything else?" John asked.

"Yes. We have every drink known to man in all brands. Let me get you some." John replied. He walked over to the drink section and poured a large glass full of root beer. He returned and put it on the table in front of J.L. "There you go. Need anything else?" John asked.

J.L. took a sip of the ambrosial beverage, savoring every sweet drop. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. "My friend," he said with absolute sincerity, "this is by far the most delicious root beer I have ever tasted in my life. Thank you very much." His eyes glittered with tears of gratitude. When he was done with his drink, he pushed the glass aside and drummed his fingers on the table. "So," he said, "what shall we discuss?"

J.L. took a sip of the ambrosial beverage, savoring every sweet drop. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. "My friend," he said with absolute sincerity, "this is by far the most delicious root beer I have ever tasted in my life. Thank you very much." His eyes glittered with tears of gratitude. When he was done with his drink, he pushed the glass aside and drummed his fingers on the table. "So," he said, "what shall we discuss?"
"An alliance between our two countries. Although my country still is strong economically and militaristically, we need one major ally to trade with and fight with. As your country used to be that ally, it would be best that your country becomes that ally again. As you mentioned earlier today, your country is in the middle of a civil war. Allying with us would allow us to end that war in your favor. My new general, Gen. Washington, has proved to be as resourceful and strategically intellegent as his predecessor, Gen. Benjamin. With him on your side, there's no stopping you. So as you can see, this alliance would benefit both our countries greatly," John explained, "What do you say?"

"An alliance between our two countries. Although my country still is strong economically and militaristically, we need one major ally to trade with and fight with. As your country used to be that ally, it would be best that your country becomes that ally again. As you mentioned earlier today, your country is in the middle of a civil war. Allying with us would allow us to end that war in your favor. My new general, Gen. Washington, has proved to be as resourceful and strategically intellegent as his predecessor, Gen. Benjamin. With him on your side, there's no stopping you. So as you can see, this alliance would benefit both our countries greatly," John explained, "What do you say?"

"My friend: You've got yourself a deal!" J.L. said, enthusiastically shaking John's hand.

"My friend: You've got yourself a deal!" J.L. said, enthusiastically shaking John's hand.
"Excellent!" John responded, shaking J.L.'s hand, "How many troops do you want to help you?" He asked as Grant recorded that Holy Paradise and Roach-Busters were now allied.

"Excellent!" John responded, shaking J.L.'s hand, "How many troops do you want to help you?" He asked as Grant recorded that Holy Paradise and Roach-Busters were now allied.

"Hmmm...I'll have to think on it," J.L. said. "15,000-20,000 should do. But please don't give them combat roles. I have that taken care of. Please give them a peace-keeping role only."

"Hmmm...I'll have to think on it," J.L. said. "15,000-20,000 should do. But please don't give them combat roles. I have that taken care of. Please give them a peace-keeping role only."
"Very good. 20,000 troops will be sent." John replied.

"Very good. 20,000 troops will be sent." John replied.

"Thank you very much!" J.L. said, shaking John's hand gratefully.