NationStates Jolt Archive

"If there were one word to describe the Princess, it would be breathtaking."
-The Dominion Magazine

Princess Elisa is the younger sister of Prince Ali, the heir to the Eborallian throne. Much like her older brother, Elisa was born and grew up on the colonial island of Eborall. As the "royal family" of the island, the two grew up quite easily and comfortably from their plush palace in the remote grasslands of the island. However, that is where the smilitaries end. While Ali was fated to the hard life of becoming the ruler of Eborall when he turned twenty, Elisa was free to do or not do as she wished. She is free spirit and a wild child, often living on the edge and in the danger zone. Though still cultured taught the fine arts, Elisa always prefered more intense stuff like combat, becoming skilled in the areas which included marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and sword play.

When she is not living on the edge, Elisa enjoys relaxing and taking it easy, especially at the beach or by the pool; and does she have the body for it! Often considered one of the most sexy woman in the Dominion, Elisa stands five foot nine, with long legs, full breasts, a beautiful face, and a body to die for. She has that certain quality that rips a man's heart out as she teases them with her "come hither" looks and suggestive body language.

Now, this sexy, extraordinary, intelligent, and skilled princess is looking for a man in her life. Are you up to the task?


Age: 20
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Shoulder length (slightly longer) brown hair.
Eyes: Blue
Body: Muscular yet voluptuous (full)
Personality: Vibrant and exciting

http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/PrincessElisa.jpg

Would Princess be interested in any man, or would she prefere one drawn from the ranks of the nobility(or upper class)?
Does she want a brief bio of any potential suitors, a picture or both?

MFA, Theao

OOC: MT or FT?

OOC: Why are woman so pretty? I'd wonder what the response would be if someone tried to marry someone off who wasn't under 30.

Would Princess be interested in any man, or would she prefere one drawn from the ranks of the nobility(or upper class)?
Does she want a brief bio of any potential suitors, a picture or both?

MFA, Theao

She does not care what kind of man it is; she is not a stuck up aristocrat. She will be making her decisions based purely on how she likes them. As for a bio and picture, it would not hurt, but she will be figuring out what the man is like on her own, also.

OOC: MT or FT?

OOC: MT. Eborall is the Dominion's only colony.

OOC: Why are woman so pretty? I'd wonder what the response would be if someone tried to marry someone off who wasn't under 30.

OOC: Heh. You could probably still get somebody to marry even if the woman was older than thirty.

Uh, so, basically there is a rumour going around that a good looking girl wants a man, and now we are to introduce guys who come to visit and ask if she would mary them?

We have surveyed the populace for a suitable potential suitor, and have found one that may appeal to Elisa.


Name: Remius Sergie Alexandro Maruke Yokono Veid
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Hair: Spiky(Base of Ears, Black), Ponytail(Mid-back, White)
Eyes: Green
Body: Whipcord/Lean
Personality: Intelligent, Active, Charming
Favorite Activities: Martial Arts, Fencing, Listening to Music(Any sort), Solving Puzzles
Picture: http://newclaudio.toycar.net/graphics/man100.jpg

OOC: How many generations back can she trace her noble ancestry from? Also what is her prefrences in for a man?

Kyle Orbor, the Prime Minister's son, is interested.

Bio:
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Hair: Dark Black, cut close to skull
Eyes: Hasel
Body: Musuclar, But Otherwise Thin
Personality: Talkative, Hardworking, Pleasant
Favorite Activities: Baseball, Swimming, Reading

For those who would like to meet Princess Elisa, you are going to have to go to her, because she certainly isn't going to find you or wait around for you. She isn't desperate for a man and will turn away those who she doesn't like.

Kyle Orbor has already booked a flight to Eberall.

Notice to all potential suitors:
If you would like to know anything else about the Princess, you will have to ask her yourself.

OOC: How many generations back can she trace her noble ancestry from? Also what is her prefrences in for a man?

OOC: There is a difference between Nobility and Royalty. She is not of the noble class, but of the Royal Family. She can trace it back many generations...

Kyle Orbor, the Prime Minister's son, is interested.

Bio:
Age: 21
Height: 6'1, 2 meters

OOC: Um... 6'1 doesn't not equal 2 meters. Two meters is equal to roughly 6'6".

Kyle Orbor has already booked a flight to DMG.

OOC: She is in Eborall, a colony of DMG, not DMG itself. Please read through my factbook and about my colony if you wish to make your posts correct.

Remius decided to seek out the Princess, and caught a flight to the colonial lands of DMG, the colony Eborall. He also brought a laptop along with him to look up factoids on both Eborall and Elise.

Notice to all potential suitors:
If you would like to know anything else about the Princess, you will have to ask her yourself.



OOC: There is a difference between Nobility and Royalty. She is not of the noble class, but of the Royal Family. She can trace it back many generations...



OOC: Um... 6'1 doesn't not equal 2 meters. Two meters is equal to roughly 6'6".



OOC: She is in Eborall, a colony of DMG, not DMG itself. Please read through my factbook and about my colony if you wish to make your posts correct.
OOC: Fixed.

Back from a tour of duty in Sand Island as a Ixiom pilot engaging pirate forces threatening Velkyan shipping in that area, Leon Banks is the son of Aaron Banks, the Velkyan Secretary of Civil Defense. After serving his mandatory one year service to the state, he is taking a trip around the world with his sqaud-mates. He heard about the Princess while strolling through a crowded street in DMG, and decided to give it a go.

Full Name: Leon "Zeus" Banks
Age: 24
Height: 5'11''
Hair: Dark brown, spiked.
Eyes: Yellow
Body: Musuclar
Personality: Funny, intelligent, fun-loving, but with a serious streak
Favorite Activities: Flying, practical jokes, rock music, hangin' out

Remius decided to seek out the Princess, and caught a flight to the colonial lands of DMG, the colony Eborall. He also brought a laptop along with him to look up factoids on both Eborall and Elise.

Remius soon found out that all information regarding Elisa was classified and locked away from the public. All that could be found on her was rumors and opinions scattered across the internet in places like forums.

The Colony of Eborall had lots of information to be found. There was a plethora of Dominion sites on the island including its history (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=454934), tourism guides, and dedicated question and answer websites.

Uh, so, basically there is a rumour going around that a good looking girl wants a man, and now we are to introduce guys who come to visit and ask if she would mary them?

OOC: Sorry, I missed this before. Yeh, something like that. There are lots of threads like this on the forum you can look at if you want some examples of how it works. Though getting married is not necessarily a certainty with Elisa. There are only rumors that she is looking for a man, though they may or may not be true and the extent of them is up for debate.

Back from a tour of duty in Sand Island as a Ixiom pilot engaging pirate forces threatening Velkyan shipping in that area, Leon Banks is the son of Aaron Banks, the Velkyan Secretary of Civil Defense. After serving his mandatory one year service to the state, he is taking a trip around the world with his sqaud-mates. He heard about the Princess while strolling through a crowded street in DMG, and decided to give it a go.

OOC: This is a fine beginning, but like I have said. There isn't going to be any letter sent to you or car to pick you up. You are going to have to seek her out in Eborall.

Kyle Orbor has already booked a flight to Eberall.

OOC: Lol, go ahead and get on the flight then... I can't do anything for your character.

As he studied the information, and mentally cursed the fact that he'd only have hearsay, rumour and speculation to go on about Elisa, a stewardess came by and offered him something to eat. He also made a point of looking up where the Princess's home was.

Leon had also boarded a flight to Eborall. As the plane readied to take off, Leon walked, his Oured Shorebirds bag slung over his shoulder. He found his seat, next to a young man with a laptop. Sitting down, he glanced at the man. "Hey, what's up?"

As he studied the information, and mentally cursed the fact that he'd only have hearsay, rumour and speculation to go on about Elisa, a stewardess came by and offered him something to eat. He also made a point of looking up where the Princess's home was.

Elisa's official home was well known as it was a landmark in the colony, albeit a very heavily guarded and protected landmark. It was a massive and luxurious palace called, "The Grandiose." Located in the grasslands of central Eborall, it was far away from the small towns and cities where nobody would disturb its occupants. It sat on hundreds upon hundres of acres of land complete with all the imaginable ammenities from a complete horse ranch to what is virtually a mall of infinity.

However, it was also rumored that Elisa had homes elsewhere in Eborall from small apartments to cottages to mansions... though they might just be rumors.

ooc: Nice one Velkya

OOC: I try, I try.

Remius looked up at the fellow with a faint tinge of annoyance on his face. It was generally considered bad manners to bother people on planes. As to the question, he decided to see how quick this fellow was, "We are." He replied

ooc: Leaving aside the fact that you'd have had to go a round about way to be on the same flight as Remius. Not complaining, just pointing out the oddity.

Remius looked up at the fellow with a faint tinge of annoyance on his face. It was generally considered bad manners to bother people on planes. As to the question, he decided to see how quick this fellow was, "We are." He replied

ooc: Leaving aside the fact that you'd have had to go a round about way to be on the same flight as Remius, and it's(at the 'time of the post') about halfway to Eborall. Not complaining, just pointing out the oddity.

ooc: He did say he was taking a trip around the world, so he could have boarded the flight anywhere. As for being on the same flight, he is simply using fluid time, though he posted after, the event happened prior to you taking off.

OOC: I always end up sitting next to sarcastic people. Damn it.

OOC: I always end up sitting next to sarcastic people. Damn it.
ooc: lol, and yes, he's a bit sarcastic when annoyed, but back to the IC.

Mun Yi Bags
HR manager of WalCHINAmart
Los, Angeles California

Age: 54
Height: 1.92 m
Weight 90 kg
Appearance: Balding, rotund male
Hobbies: Hostile takeovers, firing employees, cutting wages, stealing American jobs
Assets: 5 distrubution centers, a robust portfolio, five children from previous marriages, a robotic floor buffer

ooc: Alright, since Velkya and Theao aren't talking to each other, I am going to make a brief post.

IC:

A flight attendant walked down the aisle scanning each row of chairs and occasionally leaning over to say something to a passenger. Finally she reached the row in which Remius and Leon were sitting. "Sir," she said in a stern voice as she leaned over to look at Reimus, "You are going to need to turn your computer off, we will be making our approach soon and the pilot will be making an announcment any minute now."

Sure enough before she had even finished the sentence, the movie that was playing cut off and the intercom activated. Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are about thirty minutes away from our destination and at this time I am going to ask you to turn off all electronic devices, move your seatbacks to their upright position, and close your tray tables in their locked position. Thank you.

The flight attendant smiled at Reimus, a look that said, 'I told you so,' and then continued her rounds.

He chuckled at the attendent's look and switched off his computer. He then pulled out a book to deal with the descent, landing and taxiing to the terminal.

Leon checked his watch, before leaning his head into the seat, closing his eyes.

We recommend Anti-Citizen One as a perfect match for the princess.

Name: Dr. Gordon Freeman
Age: 27
Height: 6'1"
Hair: Brown, Spiky
Eyes: Green
Body: Bulky (Suit Armour)
Personality: Quiet, Smart, Active
Activities: Killing Zombies, Xen and Combine.
Achievments: Graduate of MIT, Ph.D. in theoretical physics.
Picture: http://www.obsidianent.com/images/IMGP0126.jpg


Gordon, having heard about the princess, had left for Eborall at once. Picking up his trusty crowbar, donning his HEV suit and jumping into his sand buggy, he put the pedal to the metal and began the journey to Eborall...

Warchief Tamujid, the supreme ruler of Madnestan, was randomly surfing internet when something caught his attention. It was a DMGian news page, and contained information about their Royal Family. It said that their princess, an incredible creature (Warchief nearly dribbled on his keyboard when looking at the picture) who was apparently looking for a man to spent her life with. "If I was a younger man..." Tamujid mumbled. He leaned back, wondering if there would be a man worth that lady living in his country. Having a Madnesti married with the DMGian princess would bring both good, positive publicity for Madnestan and warm the almost non-existant relations between DMG and it.

"But who could be that man..." he wondered, his superbrains working hard to find a solution and going through his memory in search of a suitable man.

Few minutes passed as he went through hundreds of possible candidates, untill he suddenly jumped up and snapped his fingers.

He pressed a button in his desk, and his adjutant entered the room. "Captain, do you remember colonel Gavrai, of the Commando Brigade? The man who won the Tournament of Those Who Fight last year?"

Of course his adjutant remembered. Commando Brigade was the most famous unit in the whole armed forces of Madnestan, and the toughest one too. Colonel Gavrai was the famous leader of its 2nd Battalion, the most decorated man in the whole army. Tournament of Those Who Fight was an ancient competition dating back to the times when clans used to solve their disputes by fighting. These wars were sucking the blood of the people, almost depleting it's manpower into a level it was impossible to beat back the numerous invaders that went through the steppes of Madnestan. That's why the clanmasters kept a great meeting and invented The Tournament. Best of the best were chosen from each clan and sent once in a year to test eachother in numerous ways. "Sabre dance", mounted and on foot (A fight of 10-20 men, armed with 2 sabres, slashing eachother and singing ancient battlesongs for 48 hours and the winner beeing the one who would be still up when the time runs out.), "Chase" (The competitors are forced to run two full days without any food or rest, cross rivers and climb over mountains, while hunted by several lash-armed men from a hostile clan.), riding, shooting and unarmed fighting are the main sports.

Winners of these extremely dangerous and bloody tournaments usually become famous and celebrated national heroes. They are held only once in every five years, and have a massive publicity and popularity. Like so many Madnestians, captain was a great fan of the Tournaments and knew verry well who colonel Gavrai, decorated war hero and a winner of every single competition in last years Tournament was.

"Naturally, Sir." He therefore replied.
"Is he a single?"

Slightly confused, the captain stood silent for a second and answered; "Yes, Sir. He was ranked second in the Most Wanted Single-election Ladies' Magazine held few weeks ago. Second to only you, Sir."

Warchief nodded. "Get him here."

___________


After two hours, Colonel Gavrai was standing in front of his Master, Father of The Nation. It was an incredible honour, something most Madnestians only dreamed about. Gavrai kneeled in front of him, hit his chest above the heart with his right fist and bowed deep.
"Oh, get up. No need for that now, this is no official meeting. I wanted you here, because I want to ask you a very important, personal question."
Colonel stood up, and stared straight forward. "Yes, Sir!"
"Now listen carefully. I want you to be honest, and tell me what you think, not what you think I want to hear. Ok?"
"Yes Sir! I would never lie to you, Sir!"
"Good. Have you ever heard about the great nation of DMG? Tell me what you know about it."
"Of course, Master. We studied their military in academy, and their equipment also as many of our real and possible enemies use their weapons."

Slightly smiling, Warchief pressed on. "Anything else?"
"Well, Sir, if you do not want me to go into spesifics about their military, I doubt if there's anything important within my knowledge. Well, except.." he continued, hesitating. "...they have the most beautifull princess in the world."

Warchief laughed. His instincts hadn't failed him. He had immediately felt that this was the right man, from the moment he remembered him when thinking about possible candidates for the princess. This is why he had been called The Witch by his enemies, all dead by now though.

"That is exactly why I asked you here. That princess is looking for a man. You are looking for a woman, if I have got it correctly? She is the best woman in that country. You are the best men, in right age, in this country. Now, the question I have been talking about is, what do you feel about this? Do you want to travel to the distant country, and meet that princess?"

Two seconds passed. "Yes, Master. I want to do that, more than anything."

"Good. You will leave for the colony Eborall tomorrow. I'll tell it to your commander, you tell it to your family. My adjutant will arrange the flight."

"Yes, Sir. And..."
"What?"

"Thank you, Sir!"


Age: 24,
Height: 189cmt,
Weight: 87kg,
Hair: Dark brown, cut to 1cmt,
Eyes: Red brown,
Body: Muscular, in extreme shape.
Personality: Determined, loyal, reliable to extreme. Loves challenges, fears absolutely nothing, except letting down those who trust him.

Colonel Gavrai in his seremonial uniform of the guard. (http://img481.imageshack.us/img481/9881/temudjin1wg.jpg)

OOC: Note to all. Meeting the Princess is not going to be an easy thing where you just walk up and say hey. You are going to have to find out where she is and the like...

(Also, I wouldn't reccomend that everyone converges on her at the same moment... she might feel it's kind of creepy)

snip

OOC: Nicely done. As I have said to everyone else, I am not and cannot reply to your posts until you enter the colony (or something like that.

OOC: Nicely done. As I have said to everyone else, I am not and cannot reply to your posts until you enter the colony (or something like that.

OOC: Thanks. I just felt that was a good way to end the post and I got my fingers tired. More coming soon.

Once the plane had landed and he'd gotten all his stuff which was his carry on, and one additional piece of luggage, he decided to explore the city of Tia'dar Dieux. He planned on getting at least a little info on local customs, mores and behaviors as well as picking up any 'first-hand' rumours about the princess before going out to find and court her.

Leon departed the plane, collected his bag from the reclaim station, and went to the car rental center after changing his money to DMG currency and going through customs. He walked to the clerk. "Hello, I'm looking to rent a motorcycle, would you have any here?"

Welcome to Tia'dar Dieux, the capital and largest city of Eborall, a voice chimed from overhead as the planes unloaded into the terminal.

"Passport and custom forms!" said a woman to Reimus as the line progressed forward. The airport was quite busy as it was the only public airport on the island and Eborall was a hot spot for vacation due to its warm climate and beautiful appearance.

Leon departed the plane, collected his bag from the reclaim station, and went to the car rental center after changing his money to DMG currency. He walked to the clerk. "Hello, I'm looking to rent a motorcycle, would you have any here?"

"Certainly," the man behind the counter said. "I just need to see an ID and then you can look through this catalog of our rentals," he smiled as he pulled out a large binder of photos and infosheets and dropped it on the counter next to him.

OOC: DMG you should have Blane ptotect her her.That is unless you want him to die in this thread.....

OOC: DMG you should have Blane ptotect her her.That is unless you want him to die in this thread.....

OOC: How do you know he isn't? And no he isn't dying...

Sion handed the clerk his passport, while he looked through the 'cycle section of the book. He found one suited to his liking. A Velkyan Falked-34, made by Syia Industries.

Not too bad...

"Do you have any Falken-34s left?"

Remius pulled out his passport and handed it to the lady. "Might I ask where a visitor could get information?"

Sion handed the clerk his passport, while he looked through the 'cycle section of the book. He found one suited to his liking. A Velkyan Falked-34, made by Syia Industries.

Not too bad...

"Do you have any Falken-34s left?"

"Let me check," he said as he handed Leon back his passport. A few moments of typing on the computer and scanning the screen, and then the clerk turned back to him and replied, "We have two left..." His smile slowly disappeared from his face as he continued, "One is pink... the other light yellow."

ooc: lol, his name is Leon, not Sion.

Remius pulled out his passport and handed it to the lady. "Might I ask where a visitor could get information?"

The woman looked over the passport and then glanced between it and the man twice before returning it. "Well, there are few information kiosks littered around the airport and occasionally through the city. There are also info screens, which are basically computers with most of the information about Eborall on them."

"Oh... and you could just ask around. People here are generally pretty nice..." she smiled as she waited for the man to leave.

"Thank you." He said as he took his passport back and made to leave. He paused and asked, "Do you know where I might find information on Princess Elisa?"

"Thank you." He said as he took his passport back and made to leave. He paused and asked, "Do you know where I might find information on Princess Elisa?"

"Heh," she laughed slightly. "Same place you will find any other information... though whether it is reliable or not... well that is another question." She didn't even bother asking why the man wanted to know about Elisa as she turned back to greet the next person in line.

Okay, Kyle's plane lands.

OOC: I'll let the rest of you have your time before I make a move.

He gave her a sardonic salute and headed to find a kiosk with which he might find some information about resteraunts, lodgings, hotspots and Elisa.

So close, yet so far...

"Hmmm...you wouldn't happen to have any of these," he said, pointing to a different Falken model, "in a more, well, subtle color?"

Okay, Kyle's plane lands.

OOC: I'll let the rest of you have your time before I make a move.

OOC: Not very detailed...

He gave her a sardonic salute and headed to find a kiosk with which he might find some information about resteraunts, lodgings, hotspots and Elisa.

"Greetings," said a blonde haired woman from the slightly elevated information kiosk. "What can we do for you?"

So close, yet so far...

"Hmmm...you wouldn't happen to have any of these," he said, pointing to a different Falken model, "in a more, well, subtle color?"

"Certainly," the clerk said without even having to check the computer. "It isn't a very popular model... most say it lacks a certain toughness and power. It is mostly men that rent motorcycles and they are particularly fond of it."

After clicking away on the computer he turned back to Leon and said, "We have it in most colors, excluding red and black."

"Would you be able to provide me with a list of places I could lodge, eat, some of the hotspots, both the popular and discreet good kind, and any information on Princess Elisa you might have?" He asked politely.

Gavrai yawned and stretched his muscular body. He had never been a great fan of sitting in a plane someone else was flying. Therefore he felt somewhat relieved after the plane had landed safely and he had made his way through the formalities in the airport. He was wearing blue/black camo trousers and black boots, white T-shirt and black sunglasses. He had only one bag of luggage, and he carried it on his shoulder.

OOC: What's the DMG weapon policy? Are they allowed to be carried by civilians, covered of course?

Hours of sitting had made him to feel like moving around a bit, and he decided to find a hotel as quickly as possible, to get the search for the princess going. He was going to ask about nearest hotels the lady checking the ID's, but as the man right before hims asked about it already, it became needles. He gave his passport, nodded to lady and went on in search for an info kiosk.

"Haha, not a Falken, I assure you. I'll take one in dark blue, how much will that be?"

Seeing that in both info kiosks in his sight there were lines forming in front of them, he decided to go and just ask someone.

He noticed a two men talking, the other saying to his friend "...damn it feels great to be in home again!"

"Excuse me, gentlemen, do you happen to know where might the closest hotel be?"

"Would you be able to provide me with a list of places I could lodge, eat, some of the hotspots, both the popular and discreet good kind, and any information on Princess Elisa you might have?" He asked politely.

"Certainly," she said smiling. She crouched down in the information kiosk and searched around for a stack of papers. It was obvious they got this request frequently as she produced three separate 'magazines' for each the requested items.

"In this magazine," she said handing him the first one, "You will find all of the places to stay in Eborall, from up end places like The Mirage to low key places like bed and breakfasts and even low end motels. There are ratings located next to each one and they all have an info section about what they offer; some even have customer reviews of the place."

She handed him the next magazine, "This one has all the restaurants in it from small hole in the wall joints to fancy and expensive restaurants like l'Elegante or The Palm. It also has listing of the best places to eat for each type of food."

"Finally, this magazine," she said handing him the third thick one, "Has all of the entertainment venues. Everything there is to do here, from clubs, to shopping, to shows, tourist destinations, and beaches."

"As for Princess Elisa," she said, her eyes slightly glowing, "Well there are tours that supposedly take you to the places she has been and such, but other than that all I hear is rumors from people coming into the country."

OOC: What's the DMG weapon policy? Are they allowed to be carried by civilians, covered of course?

Hours of sitting had made him to feel like moving around a bit, and he decided to find a hotel as quickly as possible, to get the search for the princess going. He was going to ask about nearest hotels the lady checking the ID's, but as the man right before hims asked about it already, it became needles. He gave his passport, nodded to lady and went on in search for an info kiosk.

"How can I help you," said a jovial man from inside a blue info kiosk.

ooc: To carry a gun in Eborall requires a license issued by the Colonial Government. It takes a year before you can be granted the license and sometimes it takes more. Upon entering the airport you would be required to hand it over or be thrown in jail...

"Haha, not a Falken, I assure you. I'll take one in dark blue, how much will that be?"

"Sorry," the man said realizing he had led him on to believe that they had every shade of every color. "We have a light blue, but a dark one."

"Ahhh, do you have white?"

"Thank you." Remius replied as he took the three 'magazines'. "Do you know where I might go for one of the 'tours'? And I'd enjoy hearing any rumours you might have about the Princess."

OOC: Then I assume he knew that already, and had no weapons with him. I changed it so that he doesn't ask from a kiosk, but rather from a ordinary citizen to make the discussion less formal. Hope you don't mind, I know it was quite clumsy.

"Ahhh, do you have white?"

The clerk raised an eyebrow at the man. "Yeh, we do. Though in my opinion it isn't the nicest looking color... but hey, that is just one man's opinion."

He quickly pulled up a picture of the white version and turned the monitor towards the man. "Two thousand dollars a week," he said.

"Thank you." Remius replied as he took the three 'magazines'. "Do you know where I might go for one of the 'tours'? And I'd enjoy hearing any rumours you might have about the Princess."

"Really, you don't want to hear the rumors. They are all from people just coming into the country after they heard some random story about the Princess. They were probably never true and got even more distorted as they were passed along... like the telephone game," she said.

"You can find the tours all over the place; lots of different ones," she said. "There are probably four or five waiting our front to sucker newcomers out of their money."

OOC: Then I assume he knew that already, and had no weapons with him. I changed it so that he doesn't ask from a kiosk, but rather from a ordinary citizen to make the discussion less formal. Hope you don't mind.

"Huh?" one of the men said as he turned to see the new stranger. "Oh... yeh. The airport has its own hotel located above the main concourses... though I have heard they aren't the nicest places. Not terrible, but nothing special either."

OOC: That is fine.

"Alright, do you know of a reputable one?" He asked as he put the magazines in his carry-on bag.

Thank you, Jesus.

"Ok, I'll take it." Leon handed him a traveller-card, which would automatically contact his Sand Island bank account and charge it.

"Alright, do you know of a reputable one?" He asked as he put the magazines in his carry-on bag.

She giggled slightly. Evidently she didn't think any were reputable, just mere scams built on rumors and suggestions. "Well..." she began after she had stifled her giggles, "You could always try, Sunset Tours... though I am not sure it is any better than the rest."

Thank you, Jesus.

"Ok, I'll take it." Leon handed him a traveller-card, which would automatically contact his Sand Island bank account and charge it.

"Alright..." the man said as he took the card and swiped it through the computer. He held in his hand as began punching a few things and filling in the application. "How long will you be requi-... oh... Sir, it seems your card has been rejected."

A young man got off a plane coming from Canadstein. He put on his sunglasses. He walked toward security to get his passport checked. In his hands was his baggage.

Name: Jack Featherston
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Body: Musuclar
Personality: Brash and Kind
Favorite Activities: Fencing, Winter Biathlon, and chess

Getting threw security he went up to a desk to rent a car.

"What kind of cars can I rent?"

A young man got off a plane coming from Canadstein. He put on his sunglasses. He walked toward security to get his passport checked. In his hands was his baggage.


Getting threw security he went up to a desk to rent a car.

"What kind of cars can I rent?"

Before the clerk behind the desk had a chance to answer, another man tapped the young man on the shoulder. As the young man turned around, he noticed six burly, and armed, police officers standing there. "Sir, you are going to have to come with us," said the man who had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, and have a very nice day." He replied with a grin and a rougish wink. He then picked up his bags and headed out of the airport.

Before the clerk behind the desk had a chance to answer, another man tapped the young man on the shoulder. As the young man turned around, he noticed six burly, and armed, police officers standing there. "Sir, you are going to have to come with us," said the man who had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Okay I will come with you" Jack followed the police officers. Thoughts raced threw his mind. What did he do wrong?

If Leon had a gun, he most likely would have shot either himself, the clerk, or a combination of both. But he stayed cool, and passed a check for 4000 dollars into the clerks hands.

"Would that be acceptable?"

"Thank you, and have a very nice day." He replied with a grin and a rougish wink. He then picked up his bags and headed out of the airport.

"Hey you!" a man in shorts and a tropical shirt called at Reimus as he noticed him exiting the building. He most certainly looks like a customer... he thought with a smile. The man hurried over and said, "Can I interest you in a tour of the island."

"Okay I will come with you" Jack followed the police officers. Thoughts raced threw his mind. What did he do wrong?

The men threw him into a secure interrogation room and stood around him as a suited individual walked in. "You have been identified by the National Security Agency as wanted in a foreign nation on charges of murder. We are giving you one chance to leave this island immediately before we turn you over to them."

If Leon had a gun, he most likely would have shot either himself, the clerk, or a combination of both. But he stayed cool, and passed a check for 4000 dollars into the clerks hands.

"Would that be acceptable?"

"Most likely," the clerk replied as he took the check. "This will just take a moment," he said politely as he picked up the phone and began dialing a number.

"Depends what it'd cost and what you'd have to show me." Remius replied

"Wait a second this is my first time out of my native country of Canadstein. I have never committed a crime in my whole live. Maybe you mistake me for someone else." Jack looked at the man in the suit.

OOC: Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to pull out of this one.

Our dictator is looking for a suitable mate for his son. If she is still interested in receiving guests of this kind his son would like to meet the princess.



The youthful 25-year-old son of the great dictator of Prairie du sac almost fell of his seat looking at the intelligence photos of the princes. But completed the act when he saw the professional photos.

Age:25
Height:6 feet 7 inches.
Build: Tall but not lanky, good muscle size but not profesional weightlifter size.
Interests: chess, reading, target practice, flying.

"Depends what it'd cost and what you'd have to show me." Remius replied

"A mere eighty dollars for the day," the man said quickly. "You would get to see all the sights of the island..." he said. Taking a guess at why the man was here (as many single men that came there had the same reason), he said, "We take a special route at the end of the day... to the places the Princess goes."

"Wait a second this is my first time out of my native country of Canadstein. I have never committed a crime in my whole live. Maybe you mistake me for someone else." Jack looked at the man in the suit.

The suited man turned and looked at the officer, exchaning a brief glance. He turned back to Jack, "No... you are the right person. What you did is not of our concern, but we are not going to harbor you here."

He then spoke with a very serious sounding voice, "This is your last chance... leave now and never return... or we will arrest you and hand you over to be put on trial."

OOC: Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to pull out of this one.

OOC: No problem.

Our dictator is looking for a suitable mate for his son. If she is still interested in receiving guests of this kind his son would like to meet the princess.

The youthful 25-year-old son of the great dictator of Prairie du sac almost fell of his seat looking at the intelligence photos of the princes. But completed the act when he saw the professional photos.

OOC: There is nobody to respond to yoru message. If you read through the thread you will have realized that seeking out the princess is entirely on the shoulder of the seeker... there are only rumors that she is looking for a man; no advertisements or messages.

OOC: DMG, I'm waiting...

"I have know idea what crime you speak of anyways. Also what is the crime?" Jack said no more and looked at the man in the suit.

"Eighty dollars?" He commented, "A bit high don't you think, especially with the tip I'm sure you're expecting, having to cover transportation and meals and only a chance to see where the princess may have been. Also I don't have eighty dollars from DMG."

OOC: He already said it's murder.

OOC: There is nobody to respond to yoru message. If you read through the thread you will have realized that seeking out the princess is entirely on the shoulder of the seeker... there are only rumors that she is looking for a man; no advertisements or messages.

OOC: if you read through my post you will note that we have intelligence on the princess. this is Merely a formal warning that she will have his son as a guest. if you wish not to recives warnings in the future we will gladly with hold them from you.

"Huh?" one of the men said as he turned to see the new stranger. "Oh... yeh. The airport has its own hotel located above the main concourses... though I have heard they aren't the nicest places. Not terrible, but nothing special either.

"I guess that'll do. By the way, do you have any idea where could I find information about your royal family, especially your princess? I am interrested about monarchs and royalties, but there seems to be some mysterious about this of yours. Even the internet seems to know nothing."

OOC: DMG, I'm waiting...

OOC: Heh... I know. It is supposed to take a while.

"I have know idea what crime you speak of anyways. Also what is the crime?" Jack said no more and looked at the man in the suit.

"I have already told you..." the man replied. He turned and walked towards the door. Pausing at the frame he turned his head and said to the lead officer, "Escort Jack to the gates and make sure he boards the plane. If he refuses... arrest him." He turned and walked out of the door. Two of the security guards picked Jack up by his arms and began walking him to the gates.

"Eighty dollars?" He commented, "A bit high don't you think, especially with the tip I'm sure you're expecting, having to cover transportation and meals and only a chance to see where the princess may have been. Also I don't have eighty dollars from DMG."

"Well... if you don't want to see the stunning Princess," he said, "You don't have to take the tour."

"If you need to change money, there is a free-of-charge exchanger over there," he said pointing to a little booth by the wall.

OOC: if you read through my post you will note that we have intelligence on the princess. this is Merely a formal warning that she will have his son as a guest. if you wish not to recives warnings in the future we will gladly with hold them from you.

OOC: Apparently you don't understand. She isn't going to have your son as a guest. She doesn't even know that these people have come looking for other (other than the normal traffic).

"I guess that'll do. By the way, do you have any idea where could I find information about your royal family, especially your princess? I am interrested about monarchs and royalties, but there seems to be some mysterious about this of yours. Even the internet seems to know nothing."

"Oh..." he said realizing what the man thought, "No. We aren't from here... I don't know much more than you do."

Jack looked toward the guy in the suit. "I refuse to get on the plane. Arrest me now so I will not have to go threw the trouble later."

"If I will meet the Princess, I shall pay you three times the amount you requested once I've met her, otherwise ..." Remius said, "And I don't have any cash on me."

OOC: Apparently you don't understand. She isn't going to have your son as a guest. She doesn't even know that these people have come looking for other (other than the normal traffic).

OOC: i do not wish for this argument to go on but would like to mention that in our country we find it very rude to pop in on anyone with motives sush as ours and not give a warning.

OOC: Listen, the Princess does not know that there are suitors after her, and telling her your intentions most likely will not go over so well with her.

Jack looked toward the guy in the suit. "I refuse to get on the plane. Arrest me now so I will not have to go threw the trouble later."

"Fine... have it your way," said a large hulking officer. Before the words had come out of his mouth, Jack was smashed across the back of his neck with a nightstick. In the next moment he was being cuffed and dragged onto a small police plane.

"Don't worry folks," said the lead officer as people began noticing the scene. "We are just dealing with a criminal here... no need to worry."

After Jack was dragged onto the plane, they set him down in a chair and lcoked his hands and legs to it. The six officers accompanied him on the plane as the door locked and it would be soon taking off.

"If I will meet the Princess, I shall pay you three times the amount you requested once I've met her, otherwise ..." Remius said, "And I don't have any cash on me."

"You will pay me eighty now," he said, "And the rest later..." he said clearly refusing to give up any ground. "If you don't have money... I would imagine you are going to have a hard stay here.

OOC: i do not wish for this argument to go on but would like to mention that in our country we find it very rude to pop in on anyone with motives sush as ours and not give a warning.

OOC: I don't care how it goes in your country. Velkya put it well. If your government informs Eborall that your son is coming, Elisa will most likely have him turned away at the gates.

Snip

OOC: And for your comment, you get to move on from the rental agency :P

IC:

"Here you are," the man said handing him a set of keys as the check was confirmed. He leaned over the counter to get a better angle and said, "Just up those stairs over there and follow the signs to the lot. Give the man there this reciept," he said handing over a small white piece of paper, "And he will direct you to your rental. Have a nice day," he said smiling.

OOC: Listen, the Princess does not know that there are suitors after her, and telling her your intentions most likely will not go over so well with her.

OOC: our ways not yours. if you wish to charm with rudeness it is your choice.

OOC: our ways not yours. if you wish to charm with rudeness it is your choice.

OOC: Look. You don't like the way this RP is operating, than get out.

OOC: wow DMG do you have something against me?

"That's what TCs and plastic are for." Remius replied with a chuckle, and considering he was bold-faced lying, a sardonic smile that was directed inward.

Samuel Hactavair’s plane landed in the airport and Samuel disembarked heading for the closest information desk. “Is there anyway in which I can get information on public appearances of your royalty?” He asked upon reaching it. “ I am a diplomat of another country and would like to see if I could speak to at least one of the family members.”

OOC: oh no i like very well how this RP is Operating. Just not in some peoples views of manners. if the princess rejects My candidate then that is my problem.

"Oh..." he said realizing what the man thought, "No. We aren't from here... I don't know much more than you do."

"You aren't...? Oh, sorry. I just thought I heard you saying so to your friend and - oh, well. I just misunderstood it then." he said, smiling. "Where are you guys going to live during your visit, then?"

OOC: wow DMG do you have something against me?

OOC: No... just another hurdle in the RP (like the rental agency for Velkya)

IC:

The plane began pulling back from the gate with the seven occupants on board (plus the pilots), when a small crackling came over the officers' radios: Smith. Return to the airport. Over.

The head officer stood up and went to the cockpit where he informed the pilots to take them back the gate. Returning to the cuffed Jack he said, "Do you have a twin?"

"That's what TCs and plastic are for." Remius replied with a chuckle, and considering he was bold-faced lying, a sardonic smile that was directed inward.

"Just so happens I take plastic," he said smiling as he produced a small device with a scanner on the side.

He held out his hand waiting for a card.

Samuel Hactavair’s plane landed in the airport and Samuel disembarked heading for the closest information desk. “Is there anyway in which I can get information on public appearances of your royalty?” He asked upon reaching it. “ I am a diplomat of another country and would like to see if I could speak to at least one of the family members.”

OOC: oh no i like very well how this RP is going. Just not in some peoples views of manners. if the princess rejects My candidate then that is my problem.

The woman at the infomration desk smiled as Samuel approached. "Any information about their appearances would be logged in the computer system," she said. "However, I am not authorized nor do I have the ability to give you the right or chance to speak with one of them."

OOC: Well that is fine then. Realize however that the Princess won't have a chance to reject you for some time (as she doesn't know of your existance).

"Yes my brother Kyle is my twin. He did kill one person, but he killed a crime boss because they sent a person to kill his wife. The judge that did the case was in with the crime company. Kyle was found gulity. He died in prison a couple of months ago." Jack wondered how he got on the plane though.

The woman at the infomration desk smiled as Samuel approached. "Any information about their appearances would be logged in the computer system," she said. "However, I am not authorized nor do I have the ability to give you the right or chance to speak with one of them."

"well if they are logged in the system then you should be able to tell about them. Let me worry about meeting them." Samuel stared directly into the womans eyes and put on his best smile. "that is what you are supose to do at this desk? correct"

"What do you take?" He asked as he looked at the gizmo in the dude's hand.

"You aren't...? Oh, sorry. I just thought I heard you saying so to your friend and - oh, well. I just misunderstood it then." he said, smiling. "Where are you guys going to live during your visit, then?"

"My nephew lives here," the other man said. "We are down here to visit him for a week."

"Yes my brother Kyle is my twin. He did kill one person, but he killed a crime boss because they sent a person to kill his wife. The judge that did the case was in with the crime company. Kyle was found gulity. He died in prison a couple of months ago." Jack wondered how he got on the plane though.

"Hmm..." Smith said as the blane reached the gate and the door opened. He nodded his head and the officer sitting next to Jack unlocked him from his restraints.

"We apologize for the inconvenience," Smith said as he moved out of the way to let Jack by.

"well if they are logged in the system then you should be able to tell about them. Let me worry about meeting them." Samuel stared directly into the womans eyes and put on his best smile. "that is what you are supose to do at this desk? correct"

The lady smiled back at him, showing her pearly white teeth. "I will do my best." She began typing a few things into the computer as it scanned the system, occasionally looking up from the screen and smiling.

After a few minutes she read out the answers. "Public appearances... Cordelia hasn't made one in years, since the birth of her son. Prince Ali made one a few months ago and is scheduled to make another in a couple months... and... Princess Elisa," she said, eyes beginning to sparkle, "Hasn't made one in quite a while."

"What do you take?" He asked as he looked at the gizmo in the dude's hand.

"Whatever you have," he smiled. "Money is money is money..."

Samuel smiled and handed the lady a small card. “Call the number at the bottom if your lonely later on tonight” He then turned and walked out of the building and hailed a taxi.

"It's fine." Jack made his way threw security again. He went up to the same counter he went up to before. Getting up to the counter he took off his sunglasses.

"Hello I would like to know what kind of cars I can rent"

"I agree with you there, but if the card doesn't work with the machine you get problems." Remius said as a button beeped on his watch, "Anywho, time for lunch."

OOC: That's nice. Velkyans aren't exactly known for "charming" (i.e. BSing) people, espacially those of the opposite sex.

IC:

Leon nooded. "Bit of a wait, but thanks. If I'm still here for another week or two, I'll renew, ok?' He walked out to the lot, handing the recipet to the guard, who showed him to the rental. The Falken-30 was a bit older, but no less-fearsome than the 34. Sporting a black eagle streaming across the gas tank, and advanced LCD readouts, the cycle was quite a showpiece. He was particularly fond of the Velkyan flag on the rear, near the license plate. Leon strapped his bag onto his back, and walked the cycle out of the lot, into a busy street. He revved up the engine, hearing it purr.

"Finally, damn."

He sped off, towards a hotel he had picked before he arrived. Beachfront, near a nightclub, not too shabby. He would make it his "base of operations" from which he would launch a SAR mission on the princess. Roaring down the road (within the legal speed limit, of course), he reached the hotel, looking up at the name.

Samuel smiled and handed the lady a small card. “Call the number at the bottom if your lonely later on tonight” He then turned and walked out of the building and hailed a taxi.

The lady blushed; she as too obvious. Taking the card she, she slipped it into her blouse and tried to continue on working.

Outisde, there was a long line of 'taxis' waiting for customers. They were quite nice looking, inside and out, and were driven by well paid professionals. "Need a driving service?" the driver in the front of the line asked.

"It's fine." Jack made his way threw security again. He went up to the same counter he went up to before. Getting up to the counter he took off his sunglasses.

"Hello I would like to know what kind of cars I can rent"

"You can rent any kind you want..." the man replied, "Whether we have the model is another issue," he said without emotion.

He pulled out a massive catalog of vehicles and dropped it on the counter in front of the man.

"I agree with you there, but if the card doesn't work with the machine you get problems." Remius said as a button beeped on his watch, "Anywho, time for lunch."

"Indeed it is... also time for the tour to get moving," he said. "Last chance to get on and see the Princess."

OOC: That's nice. Velkyans aren't exactly known for "charming" (i.e. BSing) people, espacially those of the opposite sex.

IC:

Leon nooded. "Bit of a wait, but thanks. If I'm still here for another week or two, I'll renew, ok?' He walked out to the lot, handing the recipet to the guard, who showed him to the rental. The Falken-30 was a bit older, but no less-fearsome than the 34. Sporting a black eagle streaming across the gas tank, and advanced LCD readouts, the cycle was quite a showpiece. He was particularly fond of the Velkyan flag on the rear, near the license plate. Leon strapped his bag onto his back, and walked the cycle out of the lot, into a busy street. He revved up the engine, hearing it purr.

"Finally, damn."

He sped off, towards a hotel he had picked before he arrived. Beachfront, near a nightclub, not too shabby. He would make it his "base of operations" from which he would launch a SAR mission on the princess. Roaring down the road (within the legal speed limit, of course), he reached the hotel, looking up at the name.

*WHIR WHIR WHIR*

A siren went off behind Leon and ordered to him to pull over to the side of the road. When he did so, the officer took his time in the cruiser before stepping out of the car and walked towards the motorcycle. "Got a Colonial License for that?" he asked pointing his pen casually at the 'cycle.

"Ah, yes please take me to the finest tailor you know of." samuel then opened the door and sat down.

Jack looked threw the catalag. He found the car he wanted.

"I will take the BMW E65. Also will I need anything special to drive a car around here?"

"I'll write you a travellers, and sign it once I've meet Elisa, deal." He said as he shifted his pack and bag.

"Ah, yes please take me to the finest tailor you know of." samuel then opened the door and sat down.

"Certainly, sir," the driver responded. The door in the back opened automatically and when Samuel had sat down, the driver took off away from the airport and down the road.

As they traveled, the passed by an officer who had pulled over a motorcycle. "Strictly regulated..." the driver commented to him as they continued down the road.

Soon they arrived in front of a beautifully designed building which had a very unique style to it. The driver looked up at large black letters of the door and turned to Samuel, "Yep, this is it: Le Procès. Fifty three, seventy four - we accept cash or credit."

Jack looked threw the catalag. He found the car he wanted.

"I will take the BMW E65. Also will I need anything special to drive a car around here?"

"Only your basic knowhow and a license from any reputable country," the clerk responded. "What color do you prefer...?"

"I'll write you a travellers, and sign it once I've meet Elisa, deal." He said as he shifted his pack and bag.

"No deal..." he replied. "Cash or credit... ahead of time," he said not budging. "Last chance."

"Blue will be fine." While doing this Jack took out his credit card and gave it to the clerk. He also put on his sunglasses.

Samuel opened his wallet and pulled out one of his credit cards. "hold on to this please i will require your services after i am done here." He then exited the vehicle and entered the shop. he walked up to the counter. "i would like to purchase about a weeks worth of clothes."

"Then we may have a problem, as I don't think that can take this." He pulls out an oddly coloured card.

"Blue will be fine." While doing this Jack took out his credit card and gave it to the clerk. He also put on his sunglasses.

"Alright," the clerk said as he took the credit card and swiped it through the scanner. He returned it to Jack after punching in a few numbers. "A baby-blue E65 it is... how long will you require it for?" he asked. "It is 2100 a wee."

Samuel opened his wallet and pulled out one of his credit cards. "hold on to this please i will require your services after i am done here." He then exited the vehicle and entered the shop. he walked up to the counter. "i would like to purchase about a weeks worth of clothes."

"Certainly," the driver said as he swiped the card and charged him for the fare. "Idle time will cost you..." he called after Samuel as he entered the store. The driver hit the reset button and the fare started counting idle time...

"You should know that this store only carries the finest..." the man behind the counter said. "Please have a look at our selections..." he said pointing around at the displays of expensive looking suits, dresses, and other fancy clothes. "There is another set of displays upstairs if you care to browse..."

"Then we may have a problem, as I don't think that can take this." He pulls out an oddly coloured card.

"Well we will have to find out..." the man replied, his patience wearing thin.

"I guess we will." He hands the card over with a smile.

OOC: That's nice. Velkyans aren't exactly known for "charming" (i.e. BSing) people, espacially those of the opposite sex.

IC:

Leon nooded. "Bit of a wait, but thanks. If I'm still here for another week or two, I'll renew, ok?' He walked out to the lot, handing the recipet to the guard, who showed him to the rental. The Falken-30 was a bit older, but no less-fearsome than the 34. Sporting a black eagle streaming across the gas tank, and advanced LCD readouts, the cycle was quite a showpiece. He was particularly fond of the Velkyan flag on the rear, near the license plate. Leon strapped his bag onto his back, and walked the cycle out of the lot, into a busy street. He revved up the engine, hearing it purr.

"Finally, damn."

He sped off, towards a hotel he had picked before he arrived. Beachfront, near a nightclub, not too shabby. He would make it his "base of operations" from which he would launch a SAR mission on the princess. Roaring down the road (within the legal speed limit, of course), he reached the hotel, looking up at the name.

"I think about two weeks." Jack got his credit card and keys for the car.

"Also can you show me where I can get some paper money instead of using a credit card?"

"just give me the most expensive. i trust it will look fine" said Samuel moving his hand through the air as if waving away the coments.

"I guess we will." He hands the card over with a smile.

The man returned the smile, though it was not sincere. He took the card in his hand and began swiping it through the machine.

Error it beeped.

Again he did so.

Again it beeped, Error.

"Piece of crap..." he muttered as he typed in a few buttons. A minute later he tried the card again and the green access and confirmation light shown.

He turned back to the man, "Alright... here is the deal. Your card is a little... crappy. When I swiped it, it didn't want to work... eventually it went thought. However," he said taking a while to say the word, "It has informed me that the card was just wiped of all its information and you funds were drained out of the account."

He stood for a moment looking at the man's expression before cracking up, laughing. "Just kidding... it went through fine." He handed him back the card and climbed into a fully packed "tour bus." In actuality it was pretty small, slightly larger than a commercial van, and held about fifteen passengers. Currently it had eighteen and soon to add one more...

snip

OOC: I already replied to this before...

"I think about two weeks." Jack got his credit card and keys for the car.

"Also can you show me where I can get some paper money instead of using a credit card?"

"Alright," the clerk said turning back to the computer and charging Jack for 4200 dollars.

"Look around for a sign that says Free-of-Charge Exchange... there are plenty of them around here and you will be able to charge your card and recieve paper money. Have a nice day," the clerk responded with a smile.

"just give me the most expensive. i trust it will look fine" said Samuel moving his hand through the air as if waving away the coments.

The man behind the counter looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. When he realized he was, he said, "Are you sure?"

He went on to explain, "Our most expensive suit is eight hundred thousand dollars."

"Thats fine, all i want to know is if it comes in diferent colours." Samuel said as he turned away from the desk to check and make sure the cab was still there. It was.

Remius didn't even blink as the account had only held a hundred dollars even. Taking back the card, he looked at the fact that the van was overcrowded. "I think you're exceeding the legal limit just a wee bit." He commented as he took a 'seat' between two skinny people that had a bit of extra space between them.

"Thats fine, all i want to know is if it comes in diferent colours." Samuel said as he turned away from the desk to check and make suer the cab was still there. It was.

"Various shades of dark blue, grey, and black," the man responded simply.

Remius didn't even blink as the account had only held a hundred dollars even. Taking back the card, he looked at the fact that the van was overcrowded. "I think you're exceeding the legal limit just a wee bit." He commented as he took a 'seat' between two skinny people that had a bit of extra space between them.

"Nah..." the man said as he closed the van door behind him. As he did so, the people were forced to squish even closer together.

"Thank you." Jack went found a sign that said Free-of-Charge Exchange. He went up to one. He thought that 30,000 dollars would be enough for two weeks. Putting in his credit card he put in the number 30,000 and got the money. He put most of it inside his baggage. Then about five hundred dollars into his wallet. Walking to where the cars were stored he found the E65. Getting inside he put the keys in and started the car. The car pulled out onto the main street. He went the speed limit. On the way to the hotel he saw a man pulled over by the police. Stopping at a hotel he looked at the name.

Remius was squished a bit, thought not as much as some were as he was between two who were not the large, or pushy.

"Ok, Two blues two grays and a black" he said as he handed over another credit card.

"Thank you." Jack went found a sign that said Free-of-Charge Exchange. He went up to one. He thought that 30,000 dollars would be enough for two weeks. Putting in his credit card he put in the number 30,000 and got the money. He put most of it inside his baggage. Then about five hundred dollars into his wallet. Walking to where the cars were stored he found the E65. Getting inside he put the keys in and started the car. The car pulled out onto the main street. He went the speed limit. On the way to the hotel he saw a man pulled over by the police. Stopping at a hotel he looked at the name.

It was labeled, The SeaSide, in large, blue, wavy letters...

OOC: 30,000? Machines only give out 1000 in Eborall. Larger withdrawls or exchanges must be made person to person at a local branch.

Remius was squished a bit, thought not as much as some were as he was between two who were not the large, or pushy.

"Alright... and we're off," the man said from the front seat of the car as he hit the gass and drove down the road away from the airport.

"First of all, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Stan and I am going to be your tour director for the day. Next, if anyone has any questions at this time, about anything at all, feel free to ask..."

"Ok, Two blues two grays and a black" he said as he handed over another credit card.

"Four million dollars..." the man said. "You expect me to take a credit card for four million dollars?" he said like the man was joking. "Cash or Debit..."

Jack parked the car and went inside The SeaSide. He walked up to the counter and waited for a clerk to come.

"whichever is faster" he said with a sigh, this man was getting on his nerves and making him impatient.

Remius sat there and just waited for the attractions to be pointed out, and hopefully for Elisa to be spotted.

"whichever is faster" he said with a sigh, this man was getting on his nerves and making him impatient.

"Neither is faster," the man replied. "But you do have to produce the card or cash before I can begin the process..." he said.

Jack parked the car and went inside The SeaSide. He walked up to the counter and waited for a clerk to come.

The concierge was already standing there and had in fact greeted the man. He was waiting for a reply as the man just stood their idly.

Remius sat there and just waited for the attractions to be pointed out, and hopefully for Elisa to be spotted.

Someone raised their hand to ask a question. Stan spotted it through the rear-view mirror and said, "Go ahead... there is no reason to raise your hand here. This isn't a class."

"Oh... alright," the little man replied. "Have you ever seen the Princess yourself?" he asked.

Stan continued to glance back through the mirror as he drove along. "In fact... I have," he said after a moment. Many of the passengers began gasping, feeling that they too had the chance of spotting the stunning princess.

Remius decided to check the man's facts. Sure he could be lying but ... "Have you seen her at a public ceremony or actually in person?" He asked

"I already gave you a card" he said pointing to the one on the counter.

Remius decided to check the man's facts. Sure he could be lying but ... "Have you seen her at a public ceremony or actually in person?" He asked

"Person of course," Stan replied as the people gasped even more. "Wouldn't be nothing special if I had just seen her with the rest of the world at a public ceremony... then again, it probably would be pretty remarkable considering she hasn't held any public appearances in years."

"I already gave you a card" he said pointing to the one on the counter.

How stupid was this man? he thought. "This," he said holding up the card and shaking it at him, "Is a credit card." He said the word credit slowly as if teaching a child. "What I want... is a debit card." He again said the word debit slowly.

"When and where did you see her?" He asked as he sneezed.

Samuel was getting impatient. He took out his laptop. opened up a web page and searched his own name. after the search had Finished he click on the top link. showed his findings to the man at the counter and then pulled out 10 verifictions of ID including a birth certificate. "now take the Damn card."

"When and where did you see her?" He asked as he sneezed.

"Bless you," Stan replied. "Where I saw her, you ask?" he repeated. "Why it was in a little store over on Murdock street, about three months ago."

Samuel was getting impatient. He took out his laptop. opened up a web page and searched his own name. after the search had Finished he click on the top link. showed his findings to the man at the counter and then pulled out 10 verifictions of ID including a birth certificate. "now take the Damn card."

"Perhaps I should spell it out for you," the man replied. "We. Don't. Accept. C-R-E-D-I-T. Cards."

"So not recently and thank you." Remius replied

"So not recently and thank you." Remius replied

"Trust me... when talking about seeing the Princess," he said, "Three months is pretty damn recent. Probably more recent than any of you have seen her..."

There was a murmur of agreement through the van.

Again Samuel sighed. He put away the laptop and the IDs and left. seconds after he departed from the store two tall wide shouldered men came in and tought the clerk the meanings of respect the hard way.

Sam entered the cab. "drive me to the nicest hotel you can think of. and keep the credit card i gave you earlier as a tip."

Again Samuel sighed. He put away the laptop and the IDs and left. seconds after he departed from the store two tall wide shouldered men came in and tought the clerk the meanings of respect the hard way.

Sam entered the cab. "drive me to the nicest hotel you can think of. and keep the credit card i gave you earlier as a tip."

As the two brute looking men enetered the store, the petite manager hit the silent alarm. Soon after, an entire district worth of squad cars and cops showed up and promptly arrested the men. "Set up a perimeter and bring them in for questioning," said the lead officer.

The cab driver thanked him for the card and made a mental note of it. He proceeded to drive along the roads before stopping in front of The Mirage; a large and beautiful, up-end hotel on the waterfront.

OOC: That was not smart...

"Considering I've never seen her in person period, I guess you do have the edge on me." Remius replied

OOC: what are the alagations against my men. they didn't touch the man, nor did they speak.

IC: Sam exited the cab and entered the hotel walking up to the desk. he rang a small bell and waited.

"Considering I've never seen her in person period, I guess you do have the edge on me." Remius replied

Stan smiled back at him through the mirror, "It would seem so."

"Anyway," he said turning on the microphone again. "We will shortly becoming up on the first leg of our tour..."

OOC: what are the alagations against my men. they didn't touch the man, nor did they speak.

IC: Sam exited the cab and entered the hotel walking up to the desk. he rang a small bell and waited.

"Welcome," a young lady with blonde hair said as she appeared at the desk. "What can I do for you?"

OOC: It was implied in your words. Just because you didn't spell it out, doesn't mean you can defend it with an OOC comment like "They didn't do anything!" The hard way = The violent way. Everyone in the world understands that (hell, they say it in ever action movie ever created).

"i would like a room. one with a nice view if posible."

As the two men were being escorted one of them started to spasm after swollowing a small pll that contained several poisens. (they held them in their mouth)

Remius waited to see what this part of the tour involved.

"i would like a room. one with a nice view if posible."

As the two men were being escorted one of them started to spasm after swollowing a small pll that contained several poisens. (they held them in their mouth)

"Certainly," the woman responded. "We have a penthouse suite ready on floor twenty, complete with an oceanside view. It will be fifty thousand dollars a night and I will need to hold on to your passport while you are here," she said as she typed a few things into the computer. "Will that be cash or debit?" she asked him.

"Damn!" the leader officer said as the two guards crumpeled to the ground. "Its all right though... two less criminals on the street. Besides, we still have numerous witnesses..."

Remius waited to see what this part of the tour involved.

After a few minutes of silence, Stan spoke up again through the speaker system. "On your left you will now have your first glimpse of the famous Southern Shore of Eborall. It is home to some of the nicest estates and has been ranked in the top ten for world's most beautiful becahes. The capital, Tia'dar Dieux, also sits on Southern Shore and it has become a major shipping port."

As the group peered out at the shore he added, "If anyone has any questions about the Souther Shore, or anything else for that matter, feel free to ask."

"that would be fine, do you take checks?" asked Samuel as he pulled a check book from his back pocket.

Remius thought of a possible stumper, "How big is the Southern Shore?"

"that would be fine, do you take checks?" asked Samuel as he pulled a check book from his back pocket.

"Certainly," she said, "Though we will have to get it verified before confirming it."

She pulled out an official, leather, menu-looking thing and opened it to reveal a simple contract to be signed by Samuel. She presented to him along with a pen and asked, "How long will you be staying?"

Remius thought of a possible stumper, "How big is the Southern Shore?"

"Well that depends what you mean by 'big'," Stan replied. "Do you mean in area or length... though area is pretty hard to determine."

"about a week" Sam took the pen and signed then wrote out the check for his stay.

"Both, thought length would be fine." He replied with a grin.

"about a week" Sam took the pen and signed then wrote out the check for his stay.

"Alright," she said as she took the contract and check for him. "Here are the keys to your room," she handed him two keys. "Your room is 217A and I believe it is all ready for you. "I will just need your passport now..."

"Both, thought length would be fine." He replied with a grin.

"It is roughly two hundred miles in length as it winds around from the eastern edge of the island to the horn," Stan replied. "It's actual area isn't defined because how far the shore extends from the water's edge onto land isn't legally defined."

"Alright, so what next on this tour?" He asked of the guide.

"ok, thanks" he handed his passport and walked off into an elevator.

"I want a room to see the ocean. The room should be on the top floor." Jack took off his sunglasses and waited for a response.

OOC: Sorry, double posted due to lag.

IC:

WHY!

"No, but I do have both a Velkyan and a International license." He said, handing both to the police officer, as well as his military ID card.

"I want a room to see the ocean. The room should be on the top floor." Jack took off his sunglasses and waited for a response.

"Let me check..." the concierge said as she began searching the computer's database for a suitable room. "Hmmm..." she eventually said as the search finished. "Unfortunately we don't have either of those available..."

She looked back to the screen, "The best we can do is sixth floor facing the street.... It is 1000 dollars a night."

OOC: Sorry, double posted due to lag.

IC:

WHY!

"No, but I do have both a Velkyan and a International license." He said, handing both to the police officer, as well as his military ID card.

"Hmmm..." he said looking at the ID and licenses. "This will do for now, but you will need to get a Colonial Motorcycle License if you want to keep riding it and avoid any hassle."

He handed the ID and licenses back to Leon and headed back to his cruiser.

OOC: No problem

"ok, thanks" he handed his passport and walked off into an elevator.

In the elevator stood a decently tall, beautiful, blonde haired woman. She had pressed floor twenty and moved away from the buttons to allow Samuel to choose his floor.

"Alright, so what next on this tour?" He asked of the guide.

The Southern Shore began fading out of sight behind them as the van turned north. "We are now entering the Messeanic Planes," he said as the road was surrounded by grasslands on all sides. "This rolling grassland covers more half the island..."

Just as annoying as Civil Defense back home, haha.

Leon smirked, before climbing back into his 'cycle and cruising down to the hotel. Not too shabby, a smaller one, perhaps fifty rooms. He hoped it was not fillled with tourists, as he parked his cycle in a covered section and walked inside to the check-in desk.

Just as annoying as Civil Defense back home, haha.

Leon smirked, before climbing back into his 'cycle and cruising down to the hotel. Not too shabby, a smaller one, perhaps fifty rooms. He hoped it was not fillled with tourists, as he parked his cycle in a covered section and walked inside to the check-in desk.

The concierge smiled at Leon and held up a finger to bid him to wait as she dealt with another customer. A brief conversation occured between the two...

"Are you sure we couldn't do anything else?" the concierge asked the man.

"No, no. It wasn't anything you guys did... I just have a business meeting that got rescheduled a day early, meaning I have to check out a day early."

"Alright, thank you very for choosing us. Please come again next time you are in town," she smiled at the man as he left through the door to a waiting car.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?" the concierge asked to Leon.

"Hello, I'd like to know if you guys have any single-bed rooms availible right now."

"Hello, I'd like to know if you guys have any single-bed rooms availible right now."

Without even having to check the computer, the concierge replied, "Hmm, no. Unfortunately we don't. We are pretty full right now... well, I guess it is normal actually, we are always pretty full."

"As I expected. Do you have any rooms left at all?"

"As I expected. Do you have any rooms left at all?"

This time she turned towards the computer screen and quickly hit a couple buttons, bringing up the list of available rooms. "Hmm... it seems that we are sold out at the moment..."

"Wait!" she said as realization set in. "I just forgot that Mr. Spence just checked out early... I think you can have his room if you want it," She glanced over a waiting list and saw that the five people on it had all specified that they required single rooms only. "It's either that or get on the waiting list and wait a couple of days..."

"Thank you, I'll take that. How much will that be for two weeks?"

"Thank you, I'll take that. How much will that be for two weeks?"

"Well... it is the presidential suite," she said slowly as she brought up the information on it. Her finger touched the screen as she looked for the price, "...3000 a night."

Filling in a box on the application, it brought up the final price, "42,000 dollars for the two weeks. Cash or Debit?"

This is really taxing me out here...

He had already amassed about 150,000 Velkyan credits (about 200,000 dollars) through his travels and three-years military service. He was down to 100,000 bucks.

"Sure, I'll take it." He handed her a check for 42,000 dollars, and waited for her to process it.

"Alright," she said as she took the check and ran it through a scanner. "Here are your keys... your room is 100, on floor 10, the only room up there," she smiled. "I will just need your passport..."

"Oh... and your room won't be ready for another couple hours, as we weren't ready to clean it... you can relax out by the pool in the meantime if you would like."

Leon accepted the keys, and he proceeded to ask the concierge, "Do you know of any areas where I can get a Colonial motorcyle license?"

The Southern Shore began fading out of sight behind them as the van turned north. "We are now entering the Messeanic Planes," he said as the road was surrounded by grasslands on all sides. "This rolling grassland covers more half the island..."
"Any interesting species live on the grasslands?" Remius asked

"I take will take that room" Jack handed the woman his credit card. His credit card still had enough money. Jack's father ,Jack Featherson Sr., was the head of one of the biggest companies in Canadstein. The company was had a big government contract and they had a big public sector. Once Jack was old enough he would take over one of the many sectors.

Leon accepted the keys, and he proceeded to ask the concierge, "Do you know of any areas where I can get a Colonial motorcyle license?"

"Certainly," she replied. "You will have to go down to the License Regulatory Bureau..." she explained. "It is located down town with the other regulatory buildings, at the heart of the city." She smiled, "Do you require anything else?"

"Any interesting species live on the grasslands?" Remius asked

"Tons!" Stan said enthusiastically. "Lots of exotic animals are found on the island. Everything from predator animals like lions and tigers to your tamable animals such as wild horses to rhinos."

"I take will take that room" Jack handed the woman his credit card. His credit card still had enough money. Jack's father ,Jack Featherson Sr., was the head of one of the biggest companies in Canadstein. The company was had a big government contract and they had a big public sector. Once Jack was old enough he would take over one of the many sectors.

"Sorry..." she said looking at the card. "We don't take credit cards unless they are from a Colonial based company. You can choose between cash or debit."

Jack pulled out 1,000 dollars and gave it to the woman.
"Will this be enough? I will come back later with more money for more days."

"Interesting, so you wouldn't want to get lost out there would you then?" He asked

Jack pulled out 1,000 dollars and gave it to the woman.
"Will this be enough? I will come back later with more money for more days."

"That will be fine..." she said taking the money and placing it in a safe, which would later be transferred to the bank. "However, checkout is at noon and if you haven't brought more money before then, we are going to have to kick you out..."

"Oh... and you will need to surrender your passport to us while you stay here," she smiled waiting for him to hand it over.

"Interesting, so you wouldn't want to get lost out there would you then?" He asked

"Actually, it wouldn't be the worst thing," Stan said over the microphone as many of the passengers stared out the right side of the vehicle at a clouded leopard. "It turns out that the animals have learned to live together in peace, for the most part, and so they rarely disturb humans, or each other for that matter."

"There are patrols that come through here on a regular basis to make sure that nothing has happened," he explained, "And they also fill the food runs..."

"Food runs?" Remius enquired

Sam entered the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. "hello my name is Samuel what is yours" he said offering his hand to the girl.

Jack gave the woman his passport and took the key. He then put on his sunglasses and took out his car keys.
"What room do I have? Also where is the nearest bank where I can get some paper money?"

"Food runs?" Remius enquired

"Yeh," Stan replied. "In order to make sure that the predator animals don't start hunting the other animals, the Eborallian Creature Authority set up a system to keep them fed. However, they also didn't want the animals to become practically domestic and forget their wild ways, so they set up the food runs."

"Basically the food runs are large, contained expanses of land that are monitored by the ECA. Inside of the areas, food, like meet, is set up on machines. The animals come to the areas because they realize that there is continuous source of food here... however, the machines are designed to duplicate the efforts of a real animal, like running and hiding, so that the predators maintain their skills and reality," he explained.

Sam entered the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. "hello my name is Samuel what is yours" he said offering his hand to the girl.

"Alexia..." said the beautiful and sexy blonde haired woman who was dressed in a bikini and a towel wrapped around her.

Jack gave the woman his passport and took the key. He then put on his sunglasses and took out his car keys.
"What room do I have? Also where is the nearest bank where I can get some paper money?"

"Your room number is on the key," she said, "60E."

She pulled out a piece of paper and handed to him, "The nearest local branch is located here..." she pointed to the spot on the map with her pen. "About fifteen city blocks away. The headquarters is located downtown in the governmental sector.

"so are you a tourist also or do you just like to live in hotels?" said Sam as he out his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall.

"Thank you" Jack got into the E65 and drove off to the HQ in the governmental sector. After driving for sometime Jack finally found the Bank. He parked the car and went inside. After waiting for about five minutes he got to the front of the line. While waiting in line he pulled out The Three Musketeers from his jacket.

"Ok I want to have 50,000 dollars in 100 hundred dollar bills. Here is my credit card and my driver's license for idenfiction."

"so are you a tourist also or do you just like to live in hotels?" said Sam as he out his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall.

"Business..." she said cooly without looking at him.

"Thank you" Jack got into the E65 and drove off to the HQ in the governmental sector. After driving for sometime Jack finally found the Bank. He parked the car and went inside. After waiting for about five minutes he got to the front of the line. While waiting in line he pulled out The Three Musketeers from his jacket.

"Ok I want to have 50,000 dollars in 100 hundred dollar bills. Here is my credit card and my driver's license for idenfiction."

"One moment," the man at behind the glassed in counter replied as he took the card and license to the back room.

A minute later, he emerged with another, larger, man in front of him. "Sir..." the new man said, evidently the manager. "We don't accept credit cards here unless they are from a Colonial based company. And in order to make an exchange you will need a passport... international driver's licenses won't get you squat."

"No thanks, I'm fine. Thank's for your help. "

After leaving his bags with a bell-boy and picking up a map from the toursit booth nearby, Leon jumped unto his motorcycle and cruised down to the License Regulatory Bureau, parking his cycle and walking inside.

"oh, well i am just here for pleasure" He said 'acidently' showing off his solid gold watch in the process.

"Well the hotel said they have to keep my passport. So I don't know what to do now." Jack looked at the manager. Man after this he wouldn't have to deal with using the credit as much.

"No thanks, I'm fine. Thank's for your help. "

After leaving his bags with a bell-boy and picking up a map from the toursit booth nearby, Leon jumped unto his motorcycle and cruised down to the License Regulatory Bureau, parking his cycle and walking inside.

"Welcome," said a voice from a speaker overhead. "If you are here for a personal motorvehicle license, please enter line one, two or three. If you are here for a commercial motorvehicle license, please enter line four. If you are here for weapon's license, please enter line five, six, seven, or eight. If you are here for..." the voice continued on and repeated the directions.

"oh, well i am just here for pleasure" He said 'acidently' showing off his solid gold watch in the process.

She didn't respond or make any apparent notice of his watch.

"Well the hotel said they have to keep my passport. So I don't know what to do now." Jack looked at the manager. Man after this he wouldn't have to deal with using the credit as much.

"Well, we are sorry," the manager replied, "But there is nothing we can do until you either show us your passport or your Colonial ID."

Jack walked back to car and drove off to the hotel. Once he got to the hotel he went inside. Jack went up to the counter where the woman he talked to before.

"I need my passport to get more paper money. So can I have it back?"

"oh forget it" said Sam as he pressed the door open button and climbed out of the elevator.he headed for the steps up to his floor.

Jack walked back to car and drove off to the hotel. Once he got to the hotel he went inside. Jack went up to the counter where the woman he talked to before.

"I need my passport to get more paper money. So can I have it back?"

"Not until you check out of the hotel, I am afraid," the concierge replied as she looked up from her work at Jack. "Or if you get arrested... it would be surrendered to the authorities," she quickly added.

"oh forget it" said Sam as he pressed the door open button and climbed out of the elevator.he headed for the steps up to his floor.

As he reached the twentieth floor, the doors to the elevator opened and outstepped Alexia. Apparently the elevator had stopped a few other times on its way up as otherwise she would have reached the top floor ahead of Sam.

She walked out of the elevator and towards her room with the towel covering her, though her bikini top was slung over her shoulder.

"I'm checking out then here is the keys. Now can I have my passport?" Jack didn't care about losing 1,000 dollars. To him it wasn't that much.

"That's an ingenious idea." He commented as the tour guide explained the system.

"I'm checking out then here is the keys. Now can I have my passport?" Jack didn't care about losing 1,000 dollars. To him it wasn't that much.

"Certainly," she said as she took the keys from him. After about ten minutes of typing on the computer she looked up and said, "Alright... you are officially checked out. Here is your passport," she handed it to him as she smiled.

"That's an ingenious idea." He commented as the tour guide explained the system.

Stan smiled slightly, proud of the Eborallian's ingenuity. "We could drive by and see one," he said despite it forcing them to go offroad. "But I doubt it would be that interesting... so, unless someone has an objection, we are going to move on to the next stop." As he spoke the vehicle sped up slightly, away from the clouded leopard sitting in the shade of a lone tree.

"Sorry about this whole thing." Jack went back to the E65. He drove back to the Bank HQ. While driving he thought about where he was going to stay. Jack remebered his father saying something about the The Mirage. He waited in line and read The Three Musketeers again. Once getting to the front of the line again he put down his passport.

"I want to have 50,000 dollars in one hundred dollar bills."

Sam walked up to his room and opened the door, he flung his only bag in the closet and laid down on the bed to rest.

"Sorry about this whole thing." Jack went back to the E65. He drove back to the Bank HQ. While driving he thought about where he was going to stay. Jack remebered his father saying something about the The Mirage. He waited in line and read The Three Musketeers again. Once getting to the front of the line again he put down his passport.

"I want to have 50,000 dollars in one hundred dollar bills."

The same man behind the counter greeted Jack, "Welcome back." He looked down at the passport that he had slipped into the exchange box and picked it up. Typing a few words in to the computer, he placed the passport spine up in a scanner and slid it across.

The man smiled again as the passport was confirmed, "We still do not accept credit cards unless issued by a Colonial based company."

Sam walked up to his room and opened the door, he flung his only bag in the closet and laid down on the bed to rest.

Alexia walked ahead of Sam and entered into her room: 217B

"How about checks or a debt card?" Jack thought how messed up this country was to foreigners. You had to have all your stuff in order.

Leon proceeded to walk into Line 2, and waited for his turn.

sam was a little astonished but too tired to realy care. He took some medicine and then ploped onto the bed.

"How about checks or a debt card?" Jack thought how messed up this country was to foreigners. You had to have all your stuff in order.

"A debit card will work as I have said for the third time," the man said getting impatient. "Checks will only work if you have an account at this bank."

OOC: It isn't a country... it's a colony.

Leon proceeded to walk into Line 2, and waited for his turn.

A green light appeared over the window in front of line two. Next it read in large blinking letters. "Welcome. How may I help you..." the man behind the glass window said.

sam was a little astonished but too tired to realy care. He took some medicine and then ploped onto the bed.

OOC: Just a note... there isn't much I can do now in terms of interacting with your character, seeing as he is locked away in his room.

"Here is my debt card. Remember I want to have 50,000 dollars in 100 dollars bills Ok? Also sorry about casusing you so much trouble and for this I thank you." Jack looked at the manager.

After sam woke up he decided to do a little site seeing. He left his room took the elevator down to the lobby andwent to look at the smalll kiosk they had full of tourist pamphlets.

"Here is my debt card. Remember I want to have 50,000 dollars in 100 dollars bills Ok? Also sorry about casusing you so much trouble and for this I thank you." Jack looked at the manager.

"No trouble at all..." the manager replied with a smile as he went to the back room. A short while later he came back with a metal briefcase full of bills. "You can count it if you would like, but I sure you it is all there..." he said as he slid the briefcase through a lockable panel in the counter. "The first code you put in it," he said indicating the five numbers under the handle, "Will be its permanent code."

After sam woke up he decided to do a little site seeing. He left his room took the elevator down to the lobby andwent to look at the smalll kiosk they had full of tourist pamphlets.

"How may I help you," smiled a seventeen year old girl from inside the kiosk. "Looking for a day excursion... a tour... a show?"

Leon said, "Hello, I'm a visiting from Velkya, and I was told by a police officer that my international motocycle and drivers license won't do and that I must have a colonial license, how would I go about getting one?"

"A tour would be nice" said Sam not looking up. "one of more of the fancier parts of town would be best. maybe some of the goverment buildings."

Jack typed in his code took the suitcase and went back to the BMW. He drove around near the beach. Then he found The Mirage. Jack parked the car and went inside. He went up to a counter that had a beautiful women.

"Can I have a room? I don't care where it is. I will take any room."

"That'd be fine, but what is the next stop?" He asked

ooc: apologies for not posting earlier/more often, had comp porblems.

Leon said, "Hello, I'm a visiting from Velkya, and I was told by a police officer that my international motocycle and drivers license won't do and that I must have a colonial license, how would I go about getting one?"

"Simple," the man replied as he rummaged through a drawer at his side. "Just fill out this form here... and allow me to look at your current licenses..."

"A tour would be nice" said Sam not looking up. "one of more of the fancier parts of town would be best. maybe some of the goverment buildings."

"Certainly," the girl replied as she picked up a pamphlet and handed it to the man. "This one goes for about four hours and takes you to the heart of the city... where the Governmental Sector is."

Jack typed in his code took the suitcase and went back to the BMW. He drove around near the beach. Then he found The Mirage. Jack parked the car and went inside. He went up to a counter that had a beautiful women.

"Can I have a room? I don't care where it is. I will take any room."

The woman smiled pleasantly in response as she accessed the computer's records. "We have a few rooms left," she said after a minute, "All very comfortable. The cheapest one that is available is 6000 dollars a night and the most expensive is 15000 dollars a night."

"excelent" Sam took the pamphlet and then walked out of the building lokking for another cab.

"Then 15,000 is it. I will stay here for two weeks so that is 210,000." Jack wrote a check and gave the women his passport. After writing the check Jack gave her the check.

"So what room will I be staying in?"

"That'd be fine, but what is the next stop?" He asked

ooc: apologies for not posting earlier/more often, had comp porblems.

Stan grinned for a moment, visible through the rear-view mirror. "The Grandiose!"

OOC: No problem...

"excelent" Sam took the pamphlet and then walked out of the building lokking for another cab.

There was a line of the elegant taxis waiting outside the Mirage at all times...

"Then 15,000 is it. I will stay here for two weeks so that is 210,000." Jack wrote a check and gave the women his passport. After writing the check Jack gave her the check.

"So what room will I be staying in?"

"Just a moment," she said as she walked into the back with the check where it was to be inspected and tracked by a team of specialists.

She came back in a minute with a key. "1589A," she said, "16th Floor."

Leon pressed his International and Velkyan licenses through the window, as he filled out the form.

"Thank you" Jack took the key and got his baggage and suitcase. He made his way onto the elevator. Once inside he noticed a women running toward the elevator. Jack waited until she was inside and closed the door.

"So what floor are you going to?"

"The Grandiose, what is that?" He asked as obviously Stan was excited by it.

"hello" Said Sam as he entered the first cab. "can you take me here" he said showing the driver the address of the tour.

Leon pressed his International and Velkyan licenses through the window, as he filled out the form.

A few moments later, the licenses had been scanned and their information uploaded to the database. The man returned them to Leon and waited for him to finish the form.

"Thank you" Jack took the key and got his baggage and suitcase. He made his way onto the elevator. Once inside he noticed a women running toward the elevator. Jack waited until she was inside and closed the door.

"So what floor are you going to?"

"Fourth," responded the seventy year old woman who had been hardly 'running, something made impossible by her aches and pains.

"The Grandiose, what is that?" He asked as obviously Stan was excited by it.

"For one who is desperately in search of the Princess, I would have thought you knew the name of her official home," he said suprised. "It's the Royal Palace..."

"hello" Said Sam as he entered the first cab. "can you take me here" he said showing the driver the address of the tour.

"Certainly..." the driver pulled out of the line as the taxis behind him moved up to fill the position.

Less than ten minutes later, the driver stopped the car and said, "Here we are... twenty dollars is the charge."

"Ah." He replied

ooc: She?

Jack pushed the four floor button and sixteen floor button. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor. More people got on. Once on the sixteen floor he went to his room and opened the door to find.

"Ah." He replied

ooc: She?

"You don't seem excited..." Stan said as most of the other passengers were. "Most of the people coming on the tour look forward to seeing the Palace."

ooc: Just a slip of the mind. I was focused on the Princess' palace at the time...

Jack pushed the four floor button and sixteen floor button. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor. More people got on. Once on the sixteen floor he went to his room and opened the door to find.

...to find his room...

The room was pretty nice. He put down his luggage and suitcase he went downstairs and up to a counter.

"What can I do here that is fun?"

"Oh, I am excited, but I've been led to believe that you can't find the princess in the palace." Remius replied

The room was pretty nice. He put down his luggage and suitcase he went downstairs and up to a counter.

"What can I do here that is fun?"

"Lots of stuff," replied the concierge as she pulled out a booklet on entertainment in Eborall. "There are shows, shopping, beaches, pools, clubs... anything at all really. You name and you can pretty much find it."

"Oh, I am excited, but I've been led to believe that you can't find the princess in the palace." Remius replied

"You are right... you can certainly not find her there as you would have to get passed an entire division of troops. It is her official home and she does stay there sometimes. However, how often that is, is anyone's guess..." Stan explained as they drew closer.

"Can you find her there?" He asked

Jack went down to the beach and sat in a chair. He pulled out The Three Musketeers and started to read. Jack was finally relaxing after going threw all that troblem. This was his vacation. While traveling to all this places so far. He heard a lot about the a princess. Jack didn't really care, but to him a little unsual.

"Can you find her there?" He asked

"Hehe," he laughed. "If I could get in there... I certainly wouldn't be driving a van for a living." Some of the other passengers laughed at his joke, though many were looking over the sides, hoping to be the first to catch a glimpse of the palace.

"Security was very tight," Stan said. "The list of those allowed in and out is regulated and kept very short..."

Jack went down to the beach and sat in a chair. He pulled out The Three Musketeers and started to read. Jack was finally relaxing after going threw all that troblem. This was his vacation. While traveling to all this places so far. He heard a lot about the a princess. Jack didn't really care, but to him a little unsual.

OOC: I am not sure why that is unusual to hear about the Princess. She has been called by people in this thread the most beautiful woman in the world (whether its true is a matter of opinion). The only reason your character is even here is to find the princess and if you ask about her... you will find her.

Remius chuckled as he'd walked into that one.

Jack stared off into the beach. After reading for sometime he put away his book and walked on the beach. He wondered where this princess was. While walking up the beach he ran into a young woman. While getting up Jack saw...

Remius chuckled as he'd walked into that one.

"Look!" a voice came from a small boy near the front of the van. He had been the first to spot the palace as they came over the top of a small hill.

"Yep... there she is," Stan said over the speakers. "The Royal Palace, called The Grandoise, was completed slightly over twenty years ago. It cost hundreds of millions of dollars and thousands of workers to complete in such a short period of time. It was built on hundreds of acres and has nearly ever amenity imaginable..." he continued on his memorized speech.

"Now we can't get much closer than this..." he said as the vehicle slowed down. "Because it is kept extremely secure and guarded by the military." The passengers had pushed over to the right side of the vehicle to see the palace. Though still far in the distance, past the horse ranch and open fields, the palace was still immense.

"Questions?"

Jack stared off into the beach. After reading for sometime he put away his book and walked on the beach. He wondered where this princess was. While walking up the beach he ran into a young woman. While getting up Jack saw...

A fifteen year old girl in a one piece bathing suit looking down at him, "Oh... I am sorry," the girl said innocently. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's impressive to say the least." Remius commented

Sam paid the man and walked up to the smal tour check in desk. "hello when does the next tour start?"

"It's impressive to say the least." Remius commented

"Well, I'll say!" commented a young woman from behind Remius. "It's beautiful..." her eyes seemed glazed over with awe as she stared at the magnificent building in the distance. "Oh... how much I would give to live there!"

OOC: lol, I think I have been spelling your name Reimus for most of the RP.

Sam paid the man and walked up to the smal tour check in desk. "hello when does the next tour start?"

"Bad luck," the man at the stand commented. "Five minutes late... one just left at one thirty."

He scanned a page that was attatched to the stand and said, "Next one leaves at two thirty... fifty five minutes from now."

"It's fine." Jack kept on walking on the beach.

"It's fine." Jack kept on walking on the beach.

...And just kept walking.

OOC: Do you realize that I can't control what your character does? If you don't set something up for me that I can respond to... I won't be able to say anything to you.

OOC: I know that.

Jack walked along the beach. He wondered how long this beach would go on for. He walked for two miles and was getting pretty hungry. Looking for a restuarant. He saw one and went inside. Jack sat in a chair and read while he waited.

OOC: I know that.

Jack walked along the beach. He wondered how long this beach would go on for. He walked for two miles and was getting pretty hungry. Looking for a restuarant. He saw one and went inside. Jack sat in a chair and read while he waited.

The waitress passed by Jack and said, "I will be right with you." She continued on past his table and to a small deck that overlooked the beach and water. There were two tables; one was empty while at the other sat a brown-haired woman with her back to the rest of the restaurant.

A short conversation between the waitress and lady occured and then she returned to Jack's table. "Hi, what can I get you," the waitress, Becky, asked.

"Can I move the table outside if that is not a problem?" Jack looked at Becky.

"I need to get some fresh air."

"Can I move the table outside if that is not a problem?" Jack looked at Becky.

"I need to get some fresh air."

"Certainly," she said picking up his menu and beckoning him to follow.

She led him to the right and out a large entrance to a deck on the front of the building. It was quite large and was filled with tables, all of which were filled with people. Becky made her way through the throng of people and eventually found an open table for Jack near the center. He was surrounded on all four sides by families that were eating their lunches and talking privately. "If you want to put the umbrella up or down," Becky said as she put the menu down on the table, "Just touch this button here on the side of it and it will automatically adjust."

"Now, have you decided what you want to eat... or do you need more time?"

"I will have ever you make the best here. Also might I ask who was sitting at the small desk?" Jack wondered who that lady was.

"I will have ever you make the best here. Also might I ask who was sitting at the small desk?" Jack wondered who that lady was.

"Alright... one seadog and an Alchonic, coming up," she said as she scribbled it on her pad. She picked up the menu and tried to figure out what he was talking about. "Women behind the desk?" She looked at him confused. "You mean the woman behind the bar serving drinks? She is the bartender..." Becky said as she walked off to place the order.

"Who knows, perhaps someday you might live in a palace." Remius commented to the lady who'd spoken.

Jack ran up to Becky and stopped her.
"No I mean the one that was sitting at table by her self on the small deck. I saw her when I was sat down inside."
Then Jack pointed toward the small deck.

"Who knows, perhaps someday you might live in a palace." Remius commented to the lady who'd spoken.

"Doubtful..." the lady replied, her spirit seeming to drop. "I am no princess..."

Jack ran up to Becky and stopped her.
"No I mean the one that was sitting at table by her self on the small deck. I saw her when I was sat down inside."
Then Jack pointed toward the small deck.

"Dunno..." Becky replied. "Just a customer, I suppose... like you."

Jack went over to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder.

"You may not be a princess, but then others than princesses live in palaces, and who knows, you may even meet a prince charming someday." He replied in an attempt to improve the woman's spirits.

Jack went over to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Don't bother me..." the woman said without turning to look who it was.

"You may not be a princess, but then others than princesses live in palaces, and who knows, you may even meet a prince charming someday." He replied in an attempt to improve the woman's spirits.

The woman smiled her response.

"If you two are quite done flirting," Stan the driver said over the speakers, "We are going to move on now..."

"I just wanted to know who you are. You like kind of familiar. I will leave you alone once I know your name." Jack was really wondering who she was.

Remius chuckled at Stan's comments as well as returning the woman's smile and gestured for him to continue his tour guiding.

"I just wanted to know who you are. You like kind of familiar. I will leave you alone once I know your name." Jack was really wondering who she was.

"Leave me alone... now," she said, a threatening tone to her voice. With him still standing behind her, there was no way he could have seen her face and known what she looked like.

Two arms grabbed Jack's shoulders from behind. "The lady asked you to leave..." one of the brute looking fellows remarked.

Remius chuckled at Stan's comments as well as returning the woman's smile and gestured for him to continue his tour guiding.

The van started off again and the palace drifted farther and farther into the distance, until it was eventually out of sight (many miles away).

They continued on the very straight road for a while before Stan had anything else to say. "We are now entering the Cretian Planes..." he said, "Located in the northwest of the island... there isn't much out here."

"It looks like it'd make good windsurfing terrain if it gets enough wind." He commented as he looked over the plain.

"It looks like it'd make good windsurfing terrain if it gets enough wind." He commented as he looked over the plain.

"Get close enough to the water and there is a nice cool breeze," Stan commented.

OOC: I am going to hold off on any more posts until there is at least one other suitor posting... I don't everyone to have to read through pages or have one suitor get far ahead of the rest because they were online.

"Sounds nice." He replied

ooc: Alright

"I will leave her alone if I just find out her name." Jack started to struggle and made it harder for the brutes.

"Sounds nice." He replied

ooc: Alright

"Eh... not any more than the rest of the island," Stan replied. "Unless you just want some peace and quiet, then this is the place to go; hardly anybody comes up here."

They continued to drive along the road, which began to bend and curve to the right, without Stan saying much.

"I will leave her alone if I just find out her name." Jack started to struggle and made it harder for the brutes.

"She doesn't want to give it to you..." one of the men said. They began violenting pulling him out of the restaurant and threw him to the sand on his back. "You are no longer welcome here. You try to come back and you will be arrested for tresspassing and harassment."

Jack knew that women must of being important, but he still didn't know who she was. It didn't bother him that much. So he walked around the beach some more.

Remius waited for the tour to 'start up' again.

Remius waited for the tour to 'start up' again.

The open-air van cruised along the one land road at a consistently fast speed; luckly it was flat the whole way and so there were no bumps. Eventually the van began slowing down as it pulled into a small town. "Alright... we are now directly north of Fleche Noire's peak in a small town that lays in between a naval and army base," Stan informed them over the speakers. "Not much to see here, but this is our only stop until we get back to the capital, so if you need to use the restroom, grab some food, or just stretch your legs, now is the time."

As he finished, the passengers began piling out of the van; some went towards tiny restaurants while others to the public bathrooms. Stan, however, just got out and sat on the hood of the van.

OOC: Sorry, just had to go to dinner and wanted to fit a post in. Tour 'starts up' again now...

Jack knew that women must of being important, but he still didn't know who she was. It didn't bother him that much. So he walked around the beach some more.

The people on the beach who were near the restaurant had witnessed Jack being thrown out and were now shading away from him as he walked by. Rumors were going around that he was a pervert and was trying to sexually harass women, so he was getting dirty and threatening looks.