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To All Nations of the World:
This Sunday, the Free Empire of Quaon will be hosting a diplomatic party in Chiom city. We invite any world leaders (and their children), delegates, and diplomats who would like to attend. The party will be in the Burugan Building (508 St.) at 6:00 PM to 12:00 Midnight. We will be serving a mix of Chinese, Italian, French, and Quaonese food. During the dinner, we will discuss international politics. There will be a short dancing peroid after the dinner. If you would like to come early, we offer you a tour of Chiom city. Please R.S.V.P. by Friday.
~Prime Minister Jonathen Christianson
OOC: Chiom isn't are capital. Also, this party isn't neccerally going to be in real time.

OOC: Can FT nations apply?

OOC: Sure

To: Prime Minister Jonathen Christianson
From: Anatole Solei, Chief of Diplomatic Relations for Kageshima

Dear Sir,

The Island Dominion of Kageshima sends greetings to your nation. In the hopes of establishing free trade between our countries, and in the hopes of promoting diplomatic communication and travel between our countries, we would like the privilige of sending a Diplomatic Team to your Diplomatic Peace Party. If there are any requirments or traditions of which our team should be aware, please let us know with your response. We eagerly await your reply.

Cordially yours,
Anatole Solei

Dear Mr. Christianson

The Prime Minister to the Republic of Kanami would love to attend the banquet. A selected few to the Parliment will also attend. We are also seeking further relations in the world.

Coordially,

DEPT of International Affairs

We would love to have the delegates Kanemi and Kageshima attend our party.

I, the Supreme Admiral of Drexel Hillsville would like to attend. If you don't mind though I will be bringing around ten bodyguards that will be with me at all times. I would also like to provide fifty of our Black Berets to aid in security. They are some of our best men and women. In addition to my self, I would also like bring General Sean M. Greene and Vice Admiral Francis X. Crowley. I have been friends with them since my time in the military.

Is this satisfactory?

From the Rogue Nation of Nairatsa's Foreign Services Office:

Greetings,

The nation of Nairatsa wishes to send an ambassador, a 'Elric Waveshame' by name, to the congregation that you are planning to hold. We wish to inquire as to what the dress will be for the ocasion, and would like to consult with your cultural minister to ensure that interactions between our nations go as smoothly as possible. We believe this to be a great opportunity for our nations to interact and learn from one another, and that it would be a great shame to allow it to pass. He would be accompanied only by a cultural attache from our nation, and perhaps a junior diplomat, and could arrive whenever you find it convienient.

Thank you for the general request, and we look forward to meeting with your nation.

-Nairatsa.

Both of your great nations will be welcome at the party. We have no strict dress code, but we request that all dress formally, such as in buisness attire or anything like that. You may arrive at anytime you like, hotel accomadations have been aranged.

And what of the Black Berets, do you wish for their assistance on security?

We thank you Drexel, but we have security well under control.

OOC: Do you want us to RP our ambassadors getting there, or did you just want to go ahead and get started?

From: The Desk of Supreme Admiral Francis Crowley
To: The Leader/Leaders of Quaon

I must apologize, but due to the rather quick change in leadership here in the Hills we will not be able to attend the party.
Deepest regrets,
Supreme Admiral F. Crowley, Head of the CFA

OOC: Sorry, I forgot about this party. Can we move the date to tommorow?

OOC: Sorry, I forgot about this party. Can we move the date to tommorow?

OOC: Sure, but you never answered the question. Do you want to just start, or do you want us to make a post RPing our ambassadors arriving and wandering into the lobby/ballroom/council room?

The nation of Haraki would like to send a diplomat, Mr. Michael Bishop (Masters Degree in Political Science), to attend this party in the name of international peace and co-operation, and also to allow us to learn more about your intriguing nation. Hopefully the nation of Haraki can meet some new friends along the way.

OOC: I've been bust lately, but I won't be on thursday. Is that an okay date?

OOC: I'm assuming all the delegates arrived safely.

As the delegation entered the Burugan Building, they were treated to a great sight. The hallways were decorated with the finest imported gold shaped by the finest artists in Quaon, the doorways solid silver. Beutiful paitings covered the building. After the delegates made one final security check, they were escorted into the main party room. Before them stood Prime Minister Jonathen Christianson.
"How do you do, gentlemen and women? The dinner will begin in a few hours, but you are free to enjoy the pre-dinner buffet and a tour of the building, if you would so like."

Caresse Solei allowed one of the staff to take her cloak and moved gracefully into the entry hall of the Burugan Building. To call her 'beautiful' might have been an overstatement - her features were severe, sharp in a manner that was nearly elven, and her posture was very straight. But she was lovely, and graceful, with delicate bones and coffee-colored skin that fairly glowed against the color of her dark red ball gown. Tiny red flowers were worked into the glossy tresses of her jet-black hair, which was twisted up in ornate loops before cascading to her hips. Her dark violet eyes gleamed with intelligence. Trailing behind her, dressed only in black pants, sandals, and a few bits of leather, bone, and feather adornment, were two Dylani guards bearing matched short spears. The spearheads were covered with leather sheathes, which were peace-tied for the purposes of the conference. They were taller than she, but none of them stood over 5'6".

She stepped purposefully up to Prime Minister Jonathen Christianson, curtseying deeply. "Prime Minister," she said softly, her voice strangely musical. "Caresse Solei, Diplomatic liason from Kageshima."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Solei," Jonathen said, bowing his head. He had secretly planned this party so he could find a husband for his daughter, but he might just have found someone to replace his dead wife...

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Solei," Jonathen said, bowing his head. He had secretly planned this party so he could find a husband for his daughter, but he might just have found someone to replace his dead wife...

"The pleasure is mine," she replied courteously, smiling as she straightened. "We are quite honored to be invited to this conference. Kageshima is somewhat new to the international scene, so it's very important to us to forge strong diplomatic relations with other nations. On that note, I brought along a gift for you," she said with a smirk, gesturing gracefully. One of the guards stepped forward bearing a wooden box with brass fastenings. Caresse opened it, tilting the lid back to reveal a set of four dark green wine bottles in leather bindings. "Please allow me to offer, as a sign of goodwill, some of our famous native wine. It is called Tikari, and cannot be found anywhere outside the islands of Kageshima." She brushed a fine-boned hand over the leather lable on the bottle. "It is quite strong, so we do reccomend that you dilute it by a factor of five for human consumption... instructions are on the label. A gift from Her Grace, the Divine Lady Fate, along with her warm regards," she told him graciously.

"The pleasure is mine," she replied courteously, smiling as she straightened. "We are quite honored to be invited to this conference. Kageshima is somewhat new to the international scene, so it's very important to us to forge strong diplomatic relations with other nations. On that note, I brought along a gift for you," she said with a smirk, gesturing gracefully. One of the guards stepped forward bearing a wooden box with brass fastenings. Caresse opened it, tilting the lid back to reveal a set of four dark green wine bottles in leather bindings. "Please allow me to offer, as a sign of goodwill, some of our famous native wine. It is called Tikari, and cannot be found anywhere outside the islands of Kageshima." She brushed a fine-boned hand over the leather lable on the bottle. "It is quite strong, so we do reccomend that you dilute it by a factor of five for human consumption... instructions are on the label. A gift from Her Grace, the Divine Lady Fate, along with her warm regards," she told him graciously."We of Quaon thank you of Kageshima for this generous gift. Perhaps we could privatly discuss trade agreements..."

"We of Quaon thank you of Kageshima for this generous gift. Perhaps we could privatly discuss trade agreements..."

Caresse dipped her head in deference. "I would be delighted," she said softly. "Perhaps after the conference? In the meantime, this is quite a lovely hall you have here. I confess, on the drive in, I was quite captivated by your local architecture."

"Why thank you, Madam. Would you like a tour of the building?"

"Why thank you, Madam. Would you like a tour of the building?"

Caresse smiled. "That's very kind of you, Prime Minister. I'm happy to accept." She tilted her face upward. "The metalcraft involved in all of this decor is really very stunning. How old is this building? Do you still have such magnificent artisans today?"

Caresse smiled. "That's very kind of you, Prime Minister. I'm happy to accept." She tilted her face upward. "The metalcraft involved in all of this decor is really very stunning. How old is this building? Do you still have such magnificent artisans today?"
"This building is about 20 years old. While nobody today has the same prowess as the artist of this building, Arres Aveg, but we do have great artists today."

"That's good," she said quietly, hands holding the full skirts of her gown so she didn't trip as she moved, silent in tiny slippers, to look more closely at the inlaid silver. "So many nations are losing their great artists and craftsmen as they age. We are fortunate in Kageshima - we are not yet at our prime, and growing swiftly with every passing year."

"That's good," she said quietly, hands holding the full skirts of her gown so she didn't trip as she moved, silent in tiny slippers, to look more closely at the inlaid silver. "So many nations are losing their great artists and craftsmen as they age. We are fortunate in Kageshima - we are not yet at our prime, and growing swiftly with every passing year."
"I believe this is mainly do to nations opressing their people and their artists. True art can only be achieved in a free society."

"I believe this is mainly do to nations opressing their people and their artists. True art can only be achieved in a free society."

"I presume you mean civil freedom?" Caresse said in a slightly questioning tone. "There are, of course, many definitions of freedom. Civil, Political, Economic, Religious... for example, Kageshima is technically a monarchy. There are no elections, no political parties as I have seen in other countries. But I do not think anyone would say our people are oppressed. Indeed, they flourish under the guidance of Our Lady."

"I presume you mean civil freedom?" Caresse said in a slightly questioning tone. "There are, of course, many definitions of freedom. Civil, Political, Economic, Religious... for example, Kageshima is technically a monarchy. There are no elections, no political parties as I have seen in other countries. But I do not think anyone would say our people are oppressed. Indeed, they flourish under the guidance of Our Lady."
"Yes, civil freedoms, of course. While Quaon does have a large number of political, economic, and religous freedoms, we believe civil freedoms are the most important."

"Yes, civil freedoms, of course. While Quaon does have a large number of political, economic, and religous freedoms, we believe civil freedoms are the most important."

Caresse's lips quirked upward in a smile. "Our Lady holds the same view. It is Her belief that people should be free to seek happiness however they may find it."

Caresse's lips quirked upward in a smile. "Our Lady holds the same view. It is Her belief that people should be free to seek happiness however they may find it."
"Yes, your Lady. I would like to learn more about your Lady, if you don't mind. I'm very interested in religon."

"Yes, your Lady. I would like to learn more about your Lady, if you don't mind. I'm very interested in religon."

Caresse shrugged her slender shoulders elegantly. "I'm not certain it's necessarily a religion. Religion is based upon beliefs, is it not?" She smiled significantly. "There is really no need for faith when you know your Goddess personally. But I'll be happy to answer any questions you have. After all, She is my grandmother," she said softly.

Michael Bishop entered the room, looking around for things of interest. He was one of the youngest diplomats or ambassadors ever appointed by Haraki, at age 25. He was of average build, at 5'11" with short brown hair and sharp green eyes. He was just out of university and his second assignment was the peace party in Quaon, making him slightly uneasy and more than a little nervous. A bit uneasy, he was greeted by Jonathen Christianson who introduced himself and offered them a tour of the building. He was followed closely behind by a guard from the Harakian embassy, a large man, almost portly but not fat, standing slightly shorter than the lanky Michael Bishop. He had unarmed himself at the security check of his pistol, but was still uneasy about the whole setup.

Michael gratefully turned down the pre-dinner tour as it seemed to almost be confined to Jonathen and the delegate from Kageshima, whose name he seemed to have missed. He sighed as they walked away and was shown to the pre-dinner buffet by an aide from Quaon. He had watched the Kageshiman delegate give a gift to the Quaonian prime minister, and felt like a fool for not bringing anything. As he stepped into the buffet room and stopped, the bodyguard behind him bowled into him, not stopped quite in time. Michael cursed and turned to him. "Can't you stop following me for five minutes?" he said perhaps too loudly. After receiving more than one disapproving stares, Michael covered his eyes with his hands and then ran them through his hair, looking back up at the guard, whose name he couldn't even remember. "Look, can't you go get drunk or something?" he asked in a whisper. The guard simply shook his head.

"Fine, then go buy a present to give the Quaonians. Something expensive but classy. Bring something very Harakian from the embassy." He thought for a moment, then it hit him. "One of the native sculptures from the lobby," he said, almost snapping his fingers with the realization. The guard looked shocked.

"Sir, those are part of the art display for visitors!"

"Yes, and we have over a dozen of them. Find one that looks nice, and bring it here. Please," Michael responded, somewhat exasperated. "I don't want to look cheap at my second ever diplomatic function.

"But I'm supposed to stay here and protect you," the guard stammered, uneasy.

"Just do it, or I'll get it done myself," Michael said, reaching into his pocket for a cell phone.

"But-"

"Listen, just do it. They've got security covered here just fine," Michael assured him, then finally sighed. "Do I have to order you?"

"No, no," said the guard, walking back through the doors to the main entrance mumbling. Michael breathed a sigh of relief to be rid of the cumbersome attachment for at least a short time and turned back to the buffet room, which he still had not surveyed properly.

Haraki:
A Quaonion women aproaches Michael. She doesn't look much older than 20. Slender in weight and blue eyed, she greeted him. "Hello, I'm Julia Christianson, the prime ministers daughter. You look nervous. Is something wrong?"
Kageshima:
"Well, what example is the tenents of your um-religon?" asked the Prime Minster, unsure of how to phrase the question.

Caresse laughed musically. "There aren't any," she told him, smiling deeply. "Her Ladyship doesn't demand worship or obedience. She's seen more as a mother to the country than as its lord, and we are raised to love Her, not to fear Her. It was She that formed our race from the wind and waves, and set aside the islands for our home. What laws She makes are not difficult to adhere to. Any dispute can be mediated. She moves in the circles of the stars and planets and under Her guiding hand, we are free to do as we like, so long as it does not upset the balance."

Caresse laughed musically. "There aren't any," she told him, smiling deeply. "Her Ladyship doesn't demand worship or obedience. She's seen more as a mother to the country than as its lord, and we are raised to love Her, not to fear Her. It was She that formed our race from the wind and waves, and set aside the islands for our home. What laws She makes are not difficult to adhere to. Any dispute can be mediated. She moves in the circles of the stars and planets and under Her guiding hand, we are free to do as we like, so long as it does not upset the balance."
"So basically she's a God whoses taken on mortal form? I'm a Christian, myself, but this is truly interesting."

"So basically she's a God whoses taken on mortal form? I'm a Christian, myself, but this is truly interesting."

Caresse nodded gracefully. "She is a Goddess who lives among Her people. We are Her children, both literally and figuratively. For instance, my father, Anatole Solei, is Her son, and there are entire families of Dylani who have Her blood. It makes for quite a set of titles, when one thinks about it," she said with a quiet laugh. "For instance, my brother Severin is grandson to the Goddess, grandson to one of our most famous proginators, Sorielei the Blooded, captain of the GhostSong, and son of Evin Afriel Eaven Ardos and heir to the throne of Darein Riey. Fortunately, Dylani don't much care for such things as titles and honors, so he will never need to have some poor herald announce that for him."

Caresse nodded gracefully. "She is a Goddess who lives among Her people. We are Her children, both literally and figuratively. For instance, my father, Anatole Solei, is Her son, and there are entire families of Dylani who have Her blood. It makes for quite a set of titles, when one thinks about it," she said with a quiet laugh. "For instance, my brother Severin is grandson to the Goddess, grandson to one of our most famous proginators, Sorielei the Blooded, captain of the GhostSong, and son of Evin Afriel Eaven Ardos and heir to the throne of Darein Riey. Fortunately, Dylani don't much care for such things as titles and honors, so he will never need to have some poor herald announce that for him."
"So, is your entire nation decended from her, or just the royal family?"

"So, is your entire nation decended from her, or just the royal family?"

She chuckled. "Oh, no.... there are twenty-nine million of us, after all. No, only the SummerStorms and the Soleis," she told him. "The SummerStorms are descended from Her and Dylanae SummerStorm, the half-demon known as the progenitor of the Dylani race. The Soleis are descended from Her and Sorielei the Blooded. There's a rumor of another family, not Dylani, descended from Her through another demon, a full demon... but those are unconfirmed." She smiled mischievously. "The Lady of Fate is essentially good, but She upholds the balance in all things. So, we Dylani do not share the morality of, say, a Christian, for whom such things are clearly defined. This is good, that is wicked... this is black, that is white... we harbor no such distinctions."

She chuckled. "Oh, no.... there are twenty-nine million of us, after all. No, only the SummerStorms and the Soleis," she told him. "The SummerStorms are descended from Her and Dylanae SummerStorm, the half-demon known as the progenitor of the Dylani race. The Soleis are descended from Her and Sorielei the Blooded. There's a rumor of another family, not Dylani, descended from Her through another demon, a full demon... but those are unconfirmed." She smiled mischievously. "The Lady of Fate is essentially good, but She upholds the balance in all things. So, we Dylani do not share the morality of, say, a Christian, for whom such things are clearly defined. This is good, that is wicked... this is black, that is white... we harbor no such distinctions."
"So...could you tell me about your countries laws, or would you like to know about Quaon?"

"So...could you tell me about your countries laws, or would you like to know about Quaon?"

She chuckled quietly. "I believe I've rambled on quite enough. Do tell me something about your country. For instance, you said you were a Christian. How does that affect your leadership as Prime Minister? Is Christianity the religion of your nation, or just a personal choice?"

"Well, Quaon was founded not very long after the fall of the Holy Roman Empire by two Romans, Chiom and Shilom Quaon. Thus, many Quanions are Christian, but Quaon has no state religon. Freedom of religon has been a very important part of Quaon since the 10th century. Let me explain. After Quaon was founded, we were ruled by a male dominant democracy. Only 2 years after our founding, we granted equal rights to women. Only 20 years after that, we were attacked by the tribes of Zolony, who would one day become our national enemy. Throughout history we have fought Zolony. Theses battles cost us hundreds of millions of lives. We only stopped fighting 15 years ago after a truce was formed after we beat the Zolons back from a contested city, Judan. In exchange for an end of hostilities, we gave them back Judan. Recently we have had a few terror attacks from the Zolons, but they are well under control."

Caresse listened keenly, violet eyes hiding whatever was in her mind. "But what is law if not the letter of morality?" she wondered. "If you allow your citizens freedom of religion, and yet make laws based upon the tenets of your own, how do you ensure that these laws do not infringe upon their beliefs?"

Caresse listened keenly, violet eyes hiding whatever was in her mind. "But what is law if not the letter of morality?" she wondered. "If you allow your citizens freedom of religion, and yet make laws based upon the tenets of your own, how do you ensure that these laws do not infringe upon their beliefs?"
"It is simple: I do not have absolute say in any manner. I can make some decisions, but most of them must pass the supreme court, congress, or the senate. I keep my religon out of my politics. Sadly, sometimes Quaon does do a few things in the name of moral decency that were not the best decisions. Our taxes are very high because of occasional negligence, and I am trying to lower them. I have never seen a Quanion complain that I force my religon on the nation."

"It is simple: I do not have absolute say in any manner. I can make some decisions, but most of them must pass the supreme court, congress, or the senate. I keep my religon out of my politics. Sadly, sometimes Quaon does do a few things in the name of moral decency that were not the best decisions. Our taxes are very high because of occasional negligence, and I am trying to lower them. I have never seen a Quanion complain that I force my religon on the nation."

She nodded. "If laws have to go through that many people before they are approved, how does one get them all to agree on anything?"

She nodded. "If laws have to go through that many people before they are approved, how does one get them all to agree on anything?"
"No, you misunderstand. Each issue is handled by etheir the Congress, the Supreme Court, or the Senate, not all of them at once. We try and keep everything balanced, and the Senate, Congress, and the Supreme Court are all elected by the people to support their interests, so usually the people are happy with our laws."

"No, you misunderstand. Each issue is handled by etheir the Congress, the Supreme Court, or the Senate, not all of them at once. We try and keep everything balanced, and the Senate, Congress, and the Supreme Court are all elected by the people to support their interests, so usually the people are happy with our laws."

She raised a slender eyebrow, but decided to let that go uncontested. "I see."

She raised a slender eyebrow, but decided to let that go uncontested. "I see."
"Yes, now, perhaps you would like to know about the great Quaonsese artists who decorated this building? They have rich histories, and a few of them still live today." Jonathen finished, realizing that the reprensentive from Kageshima had been insulted by his accidental insult towards her Lady while trying to change the subject.

"Yes, now, perhaps you would like to know about the great Quaonsese artists who decorated this building? They have rich histories, and a few of them still live today." Jonathen finished, realizing that the reprensentive from Kageshima had been insulted by his accidental insult towards her Lady while trying to change the subject.

She turned to appraise the molding again. "Oh? Do they participate in other projects like this?"

"No, most are retired now, except for Ened Quagmien. I believe he will be attending this party in a few hours."

She nodded, delicate fingers tracing down the silverwork. "It is marvelous craftsmanship," she said simply, then let the matter lie. "Prime Minister, it appears that some of the other delegates are arriving. I'm sure they're quite eager to speak with you before the conference begins. It would be terribly rude of me to monopolize your time," she said graciously.

"Quite true. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and greet them."

She curtseyed deeply. "Of course."

As the Prime Minister went to greet his other guests, Caresse wandered toward one of the archways. She lingered there, watching the other guests enter, smiling and nodding at any who glanced her way.

OOC: I'm logging off for today in a minute. Bye!

A Quaonion women aproaches Michael. She doesn't look much older than 20. Slender in weight and blue eyed, she greeted him. "Hello, I'm Julia Christianson, the prime ministers daughter. You look nervous. Is something wrong?"

Michael turned to look at her somewhat nervously, wishing he remembered the customs he had studied back at the embassy. Was he supposed to kiss her hand? Shake it? He had no idea what the local customs were, especially for dealing with those in power in Quaon. He didn't know what do for a split second, then remembered the very first rule taught to them in traning: Never let awkward silences take over the conversation.

"Oh, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit ... nervous, I guess. I'm Michael Bishop, I'm the delegate from Haraki," he said, trying to mask his nervousness from Julia, standing right in front of him, and somewhat visibly failing. He was about to tell her why he was nervous, then realized that she probably didn't want to hear him suddenly sytart pouring out details of his life, especially since they had only spoken a few words to each other.

Michael turned to look at her somewhat nervously, wishing he remembered the customs he had studied back at the embassy. Was he supposed to kiss her hand? Shake it? He had no idea what the local customs were, especially for dealing with those in power in Quaon. He didn't know what do for a split second, then remembered the very first rule taught to them in traning: Never let awkward silences take over the conversation.

"Oh, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit ... nervous, I guess. I'm Michael Bishop, I'm the delegate from Haraki," he said, trying to mask his nervousness from Julia, standing right in front of him, and somewhat visibly failing. He was about to tell her why he was nervous, then realized that she probably didn't want to hear him suddenly sytart pouring out details of his life, especially since they had only spoken a few words to each other.
"Well, we do have some Julhora wine, it's very relaxing and doesn't have much alchol in it."

Michael let yout the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, as Julia responded nicely to his somewhat awkward response. He smiled gratefully. "Thank you, that would be great," he responded.

Michael let yout the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, as Julia responded nicely to his somewhat awkward response. He smiled gratefully. "Thank you, that would be great," he responded.
"Okay, hold on," Julia said, walking away to a table and pouring some wine.

A minute later she returned, one glass of wine in each hand. She handed one to Michael.

"Cheers."

"Cheers," he responded with a slight smile, taking the glass and raising it slightly to show his respect, taking a sip of it and nodding. "That is good. You're right, it's very relaxing."

"Cheers," he responded with a slight smile, taking the glass and raising it slightly to show his respect, taking a sip of it and nodding. "That is good. You're right, it's very relaxing."
"I knew you'd think that way," Julia said, sipping her glass.
OOC: Where is everyone else?

OOC: I don't know.





IC:

"Thanks," Michael said somewhat quietly, then the dreaded awkward silence loomed over the conversation again, and Michael grasped at straws to get away. He looked around at the architecture surrounding them, and said "This is a beautiful building. I'm really impressed by the architecture and the art around here. I'm definitely enjoying using my diplomatic privileges and time in the nation to admire your society's artistic nature."

OOC: I don't know.





IC:

"Thanks," Michael said somewhat quietly, then the dreaded awkward silence loomed over the conversation again, and Michael grasped at straws to get away. He looked around at the architecture surrounding them, and said "This is a beautiful building. I'm really impressed by the architecture and the art around here. I'm definitely enjoying using my diplomatic privileges and time in the nation to admire your society's artistic nature."
"Thanks. I think one of the artists of this building is actually attending the party. Do you want to meet him?"

Michael's face lifted up at the sound of this. "Yes, that would be great. I hate to intrude, but do you think you could show me some of the pieces of his that are here before I meet him? I'd rather not look like even more of a fool."

Michael's face lifted up at the sound of this. "Yes, that would be great. I hate to intrude, but do you think you could show me some of the pieces of his that are here before I meet him? I'd rather not look like even more of a fool."
"Okay, sure," Julia says, pointing at a painting. "That's one of his. Beutiful, isn't it?"

Michael turned to look where she was pointing and took a few steps towards the painting in question, a landscape of rolling hills illuminated by a red and gold sunset. "Yes, quite," he responded. "It's very well done, especially how he does the rays of light."

Michael turned to look where she was pointing and took a few steps towards the painting in question, a landscape of rolling hills illuminated by a red and gold sunset. "Yes, quite," he responded. "It's very well done, especially how he does the rays of light."
"So, do you want to meet him yet?"

Michael turned back to Julia and nodded. "Yes, I think I do."

Just before they walked away, he checked the artist's name in the corner of the painting and then they carried on. His knowledge of Quaon's artists wasn't quite that good.

After a few moments of leading Michael, the two encountered the Quaonese artist, Enid Quaqmain.
"Hello, Mr. Quaqmain."

"Hello, Mr. Quagmain," Michael said. "I just thought I'd come over and say hello. I really admire your art."

"Hello, Mr. Quagmain," Michael said. "I just thought I'd come over and say hello. I really admire your art."
"Thank you, young man. It's rare that a person your age really apreciates the great Quaonion artists!"
OOC: Can I have a role call?

"Well, I'm sorry to say I haven't been able to study it very much. I've just been in town for this weekend," Michael replied. "But it's magnificent. If I ever have a chance to return to Quaon, which I hope I do, I'm definitely going to have to visit more of the galleries and see mroe Quaonion art. It's fantastic."



OOC: All I know is I'm here.

OOC: I'm here.