NationStates Jolt Archive

Jack just noticed that people were getting far away from him. This place was getting weird by the moment. He gets attacked by thugs twice and Jack hasn't even been in the colony for a day. Waiting for the woman to leave he saw a license plate number.

Jack just noticed that people were getting far away from him. This place was getting weird by the moment. He gets attacked by thugs twice and Jack hasn't even been in the colony for a day. Waiting for the woman to leave he saw a liscense plate number.

...Except that she hadn't left yet and so the license plate number he took down was of somebody else. The woman meanwhile, continued to sip her ice tea as her eyes scanned over a few pages of paper with pen in her hand and occasionally scribbling something down.

Knowing that she would leave for a while. So Jack waited until he saw her leave.

Remius got out of the van, and walked around it a couple times to stretch before returning to the van and taking a seat again. Only this time he wasn't even partially squished.

Remius got out of the van, and walked around it a couple times to stretch before returning to the van and taking a seat again. Only this time he wasn't even partially squished.

"Not one for exploring?" Stan called to Remius has he noticed that he was the only one in the van.

Knowing that she would leave for a while. So Jack waited until he saw her leave.

After another two hours, the woman walked out of the restaurant in a business skirt and jacket and high heels. She left directly to the parking lot and climbed into her black comvertable.

Kicking it into reverse, she backed the car out of her spot and began to drive out of the parking lot. License Plate: [GOV381]

OOC: Stalker!

Remius shrugged, "After I finish the tour I may come back for a more localized exploration at my own pace."

Jack saw the lisence plate number and wrote it down. Knowing that he couldn't trust the natives here he went back to his room. Pulling out of his laptop to find who owned the car GOV381.

Remius shrugged, "After I finish the tour I may come back for a more localized exploration at my own pace."

"Don't see why you would want to... but I guess that is up to you," Stan replied. As they talked people began returning to the van and piling in slowly.

Jack saw the lisence plate number and wrote it down. Knowing that he couldn't trust the natives here he went back to his room. Pulling out of his laptop to find who owned the car GOV381.

As Jack searched for the license plate he reached a dead end, All records of the Motor Vehicle Registery are classified.

"It may be interesting." He replied, "But it may not."

Only a little set back he thought. Jack knew how to hack and he had hacked many government sites before with no problem. He started to type in stuffed and hope that this would be easy.

Only a little set back he thought. Jack knew how to hack and he had hacked many government sites before with no problem. He started to type in stuffed and hope that this would be easy.

Another page popped up: Cease and desist your actions immediately. Any further incursion or attempted incursion into classified government files will result in your arrest. You are being traced now and government officials will be over shortly if you continue...

"It may be interesting." He replied, "But it may not."

"I guess each unto his own..." Stan replied as the last of the passengers squished into the van. He quickly did a head count and came up with the correct number, nineteen. "Alright... hope you enjoyed our stop, because now we have a long trip back..." The van started up and proceeded to drive through and out of the little town in the same direction they had been traveling.

Remius wondered what, if anything they'd be shown on the return leg of the trip.

Aw...Shit. Jack turned off his laptop and went down to the lobby. He went up to a counter.

"Can you tell me where I can access the records of the Motor Vehicle Registery?"

Remius wondered what, if anything they'd be shown on the return leg of the trip.

They continued down the road, passing by one of the three army bases on the island, though Stan decided not to comment on it.

Another long expanse of nothing to see, before the car began to slow down. "On your right, you will see one of the two Air Force bases on the island, along with the massive DMI and DCI complex. All three of these sit at the base of the only mountain on the island, Fleche Noire."

He quickly added, "The entire mountain is off-limits to all but high government and DMI employees. I wouldn't reccomend testing your luck either..." he added gravely.

Aw...Shit. Jack turned off his laptop and went down to the lobby. He went up to a counter.

"Can you tell me where I can access the records of the Motor Vehicle Registery?"

"No, sir," the Concierge said sternly. "Those records are classified by law and any effort to break into them will result in a reprimand."

Well if he eversaw the car again he would follow it. Jack made his way outside and got inside the BMW. He made his way onto the street and drove around.

"If they're that high secruity that makes sense." He replied

Well if he eversaw the car again he would follow it. Jack made his way outside and got inside the BMW. He made his way onto the street and drove around.

Three cars ahead of him there was a black convertable with a brown haired woman sitting in it, though its license plate was hidden by a large SUV in between it and Jack.

"If they're that high secruity that makes sense." He replied

"Yeh..." Stan replied. "I wouldn't recommend asking about it either... to anyone."

The car started up again and pulled away from the massive complex, down the road again.

"Do people who try to pry seem to 'dissappear'?" He asked with a sardonic chuckle.

Jack turned to the left of the cars and made his way up. He was right next to the SUV. Looking at the black convertable he noticed the GOV381 lisence plate. Going a little slower he followed the SUV.

"Do people who try to pry seem to 'dissappear'?" He asked with a sardonic chuckle.

"Heh... something like that," he replied, though there was also a serious tone in the chuckle. The rest of the ride occured in silence.

Eventually they pulled up to a military checkpoint. The guard walked over to the window and checked Stan's commercial license before letting the vehicle through. "This is the only checkpoint of any kind on a public road in Eborall," Stan commented when they were passed the gate. "On the right is the other AirForce base and on the left is the other Naval Base."

Jack turned to the left of the cars and made his way up. He was right next to the SUV. Looking at the black convertable he noticed the GOV381 lisence plate. Going a little slower he followed the SUV.

*BEEEEP*

A car turned the corner and into the lane where Jack's car was. "What thell is wrong with you, JACKASS!" the driver screamed as he swerved out of the way.

"Learn how to drive, you fuckup!" another drive yelled as he too turned the corner and saw Jack driving in the wrong lane. More cars continued in the same manner and Jack's incompetent driving led to a back up that trapped his car in place. Meanwhile, the cars going in his direction, driving in the correct lanes, went through a green light and sped away... the black convertable with them.

In the E65 he drove backwards a little bit then forwards. Then until doing so he got out. He drove threw at yellow light at the speed limit. He needed to follow the SUV. While pasting a sign he saw the speed limit...

Remius chuckled, "So how many bases are in Eborall?"

Remius chuckled, "So how many bases are in Eborall?"

"Seven in total," Stan replied when they were comfortably away from the bases. "Two Navy, two Air Force, and three Army.

In the E65 he drove backwards a little bit then forwards. Then until doing so he got out. He drove threw at yellow light at the speed limit. He needed to follow the SUV. While pasting a sign he saw the speed limit...

Ahead of Jack, the blue SUV turned right at a stop sign and zoomed off at the exact speed limit, 30.

"Interesting, that's a lot of bases." He commented

Jack turned right and followed the SUV. He went a little behind it at the exact speed limit.

"Interesting, that's a lot of bases." He commented

"Maybe," Stan replied, not thinking it was himself.

The military checkpoint was not far from Tia'dar Dieux and soon they arrived in the capital. "Alright," he said as the card stopped and the door opened, "One hour to explore on your own... and then back here for the rest of the tour."

"Anything you could suggest?" Remius asked of Stan.

"Anything you could suggest?" Remius asked of Stan.

"Well..." he said scanning his brain. "I am going to show you the big, famous, and expensive places... so if you want to see anything that is smaller or the like, now would be the time."

Jack turned right and followed the SUV. He went a little behind it at the exact speed limit.

The SUV continued down the road and turned again to the right, this time speeding at fourty-five miles per hour.

"Any 'dives' with great reputations nearby?" He asked

Jack still went the speed limit and saw the SUV and black convertable turn right. He turned right and still saw the SUV.

"Any 'dives' with great reputations nearby?" He asked

"Talking about restaurants I assume?" he said as he thought about the area they had stopped in and what was located here. "The Smithian is pretty good..." he said after thinking about it, "Just a couple blocks down and one street over."

Jack still went the speed limit and saw the SUV and black convertable turn right. He turned right and still saw the SUV.

Unfortunately for Jack, the drivers of the SUV and convertible had not been together or even known about each other. They were simply two drivers that happened to be one in front of the other while waiting for the traffic light to change a while back. As such, when the SUV turned again, Jack was able to realize that there was no black convertible in front of it; he had lost that a while back...

Turing around he followed his tracks and went back to the main road before he turned right. He drove down the road.

OOC: Will be back in a hour. Going to play some BF2 or CoD2.

"Alright." He reached over and grabbed his 'carry-on' bag that contained a book he was in the process of reading. Fishing it out, he confirmed the directions and headed to the restraunt.

Turing around he followed his tracks and went back to the main road before he turned right. He drove down the road.

OOC: Will be back in a hour. Going to play some BF2 or CoD2.

The black convertible was long gone by the time Jack had retraced his tracks. He had missed out on his oppurtunity...

OOC: Alright.

"Alright." He reached over and grabbed his 'carry-on' bag that contained a book he was in the process of reading. Fishing it out, he confirmed the directions and headed to the restraunt.

"Don't forget..." he called to Remius as he was leaving, "One hour..."

"I'll be sure to remember." He replied, making sure to set his watch for fifty minutes and headed to the restraunt. As he travelled the short distance, he happened to get distracted by an attractive lady, and accidentally bumped into an old lady. "I'm so sorry." He apologised.

"I'll be sure to remember." He replied, making sure to set his watch for fifty minutes and headed to the restraunt. As he travelled the short distance, he happened to get distracted by an attractive lady, and accidentally bumped into an old lady. "I'm so sorry." He apologised.

"Ohhhhhh... Watch where you're walking, sonny!" the old lay cried out as Remius barreled her over, sending her onto the hood of a Mustang and then onto the ground.

"Help me up!" she yelled at him as the young, full, brown-haired lady walked past. "Look what you made me do..." she said feeling the ground and finding that her glasses had cracked on the sidewalk.

Jack went down the road so more. He decide to check out the island.

Jack went down the road so more. He decide to check out the island.

On Jack's left was a massive supermarket. On his right a well funded public school with many happy children playing on the jungle-gym.

There were occasional shops here and there as well as the odd office building.

Seeing the odd office building Jack parked the BMW and went inside. He rang the bell to get someone.

Seeing the odd office building Jack parked the BMW and went inside. He rang the bell to get someone.

There was a buzz and the door opened. "Welcome to Cavar's Dentistry Practice," the receptionist said to Jack. "Do you have an appointment?"

"Sorry wrong building." Jack ran back into this car and drove down the road again.

"I'm so very sorry." He said as he moved to help her up. "What can I do to make up for my carelessness?" He asked as he handed her her glassess.

"I'm so very sorry." He said as he moved to help her up. "What can I do to make up for my carelessness?" He asked as he handed her her glassess.

"Fix my glasses... and my hip!" she berated him.

"Sorry wrong building." Jack ran back into this car and drove down the road again.

...More of the same. Office buildings, shops, restaurants, and more.

Jack decided to go back to the hotel. Getting back he went up to a counter.

"Where is the highest point on this island?"

"Unfortunately I'm neither an unable to do either myself." He replied, "Thought I can call you an ambulance and buy you a new set of spectacles."

Jack decided to go back to the hotel. Getting back he went up to a counter.

"Where is the highest point on this island?"

"That would be the peak of Fleche Noire, to the north," the concierge replied without a second thought and glanced back down at her magazine.

"Unfortunately I'm neither an unable to do either myself." He replied, "Thought I can call you an ambulance and buy you a new set of spectacles."

"My glasses need to be especially designed, ordered, and manufactured by Glass Cutters & CO.," she replied. "First there... then the hospital!"

Driving to the base of Fleche Noire he got out of his car. He walked up to a sign to see the elevation of the mount.

"I'll still have to call you an ambulance as I don't have a way to get you to either place on my own." He replied

Driving to the base of Fleche Noire he got out of his car. He walked up to a sign to see the elevation of the mount.

Before he made it anywhere near the base of the mountain, four military grade humvees pulled up beside him, guns drawn. "Stop the vehicle now... or we will fire upon you!" came the cry of a bullhorn. Two of the four vehicles moved in front of Jack's car and began slowing down, forcing Jack to do the same.

"I'll still have to call you an ambulance as I don't have a way to get you to either place on my own." He replied

"Well call the ambulence already," the woman replied. "When it gets here... tell it to take us downtown to Glass Cutters & Co."

He pulls out a cell phone and calls the operator to request an ambulance be sent.

Jack stopped the car and got out. Once out he put his hands on his head and went to the ground.

He pulls out a cell phone and calls the operator to request an ambulance be sent.

The dispatcher confirmed the location via a quick trace and sent an ambulance. Within six minutes the ambulance had arrived and the emergency responders loaded the woman up onto a stretcher.

Jack stopped the car and got out. Once out he put his hands on his head and went to the ground.

"Stand up!" one of them called as the humvees stopped aburptly. "You were headed for government restricted property... there were signs everywhere indicating it as such." He pointed to a sign just left of the front left humvee, which read:
Warning!
Government Property Ahead: Twenty Feet.
No Tresspassing; Under Heavy Penalty
Intruders Will Be Shot On Sight

"Well I didn't notice them." Jack got up.

"So can I leave now?"

"Will you be alright?" He asked the lady.

"She needs to visit Glass Cutters & Co. to get a new pair of glasses as well." He commented to one of the ambulence attendents.

"Well I didn't notice them." Jack got up.

"So can I leave now?"

"Yes..." the soldiers replied, guns still aimed at him. "But don't come back... or we might not catch you before you reach, The Fall Line."

"Will you be alright?" He asked the lady.

"She needs to visit Glass Cutters & Co. to get a new pair of glasses as well." He commented to one of the ambulence attendents.

"As do you!" she called from the ambulence. "I certainly am not paying for them..."

Getting back into the E65 Jack made his way back to the hotel. He finally made it back to his room. Looking out the window he saw all the people at the beach. So he closed the curtains and sat on his bed.

"How much did you're other pair cost?" He asked

Getting back into the E65 Jack made his way back to the hotel. He finally made it back to his room. Looking out the window he saw all the people at the beach. So he closed the curtains and sat on his bed.

...

"How much did you're other pair cost?" He asked

"I don't know," the old lay cried from the back of the ambulence. "My son-in-law handled the bill last time... like you are this time!"

"So... you getting in or not?" the EMT said as he was waiting to close the back door.

Sat on his bed and went to sleep.

OCC: Well I'm going to bed.

"I have to be somewhere, but I can provide you with a way to bill me." He replied, as he pulled out a card that looked like a standard bank card but didn't have a name on it and handed it to the lady.

Sat on his bed and went to sleep.

OCC: Well I'm going to bed.

Sometime during the night, a mysterious note was slipped under Jack's door. It read:

Be careful. You are being watched by the government due to many of your actions. Don't step out of line, they could arrest you on the following charges:
1) Murder in the first degree (though it is unlikely as you have been cleared of it)
2) Harassing a government employee
3) Stalking a government employee
4) Attempting to hack into a classified government databse
5) ...(continued 4) For the purpose of stalking a government employee
6) Conspiracy to commit terror
7) Acts of Terrorism in the second degree
8) Conspiracy against the state in the second degree
9) Trespassing on top secret government property
10) Conspiracy against the state in the first degree

Watch yourself. You have been warned...

"I have to be somewhere, but I can provide you with a way to bill me." He replied, as he pulled out a card that looked like a standard bank card but didn't have a name on it and handed it to the lady.

"Thank you, sonny," the old lady replied. "It has enough to cover the glasses?" she eyed him suspiciously.

"Yes," he replied confidently.

"You do realize that they are diamond encrusted and many of the diamonds were lost to the sewers..." she explained.

"Uh..."

"Probably cost around fourteen thousand to repair..." she said finally.

Remius breathed deeply. "Yeh... it can cover that. Sorry about this."

Without responding, the old lady signaled to the EMT and the door to the back of the ambulance was closed and locked. The EMT got back in the driver's seat and drove off down the road...

Remius checked his watch and saw that incident had taken around half an hour, so he decided to return to the van. Hearing his stomach grown and seeing a hot-dog vendor, he went over and ordered a couple.

Remius checked his watch and saw that incident had taken around half an hour, so he decided to return to the van. Hearing his stomach grown and seeing a hot-dog vendor, he went over and ordered a couple.

"What'll it be?" the vendor said as he pointed to the sign on the cart. "They come greasy... and greasier," he joked.

Hot Dog: $1.00
Soda: $1.00
Chips $0.50

Jack looked at the note and thought Well I'm going to keep my self on the down low now. Getting the note he threw it in the trash. Well he was going to say in thing inside this room. It was probably bugged.

"What'll it be?" the vendor said as he pointed to the sign on the cart. "They come greasy... and greasier," he joked.
"I'll just have a greasy." He replied with a grin. "One dog and drink please, Sprite if you have it." He pulled out the two dollars.

Jack looked at the note and thought Well I'm going to keep my self on the down low now. Getting the note he threw it in the trash. Well he was going to say in thing inside this room. It was probably bugged.

OOC: A cookie to whomever can discern what he is trying to say here...

"I'll just have a greasy." He replied with a grin. "One dog and drink please, Sprite if you have it." He pulled out the two dollars.

The vendor opened the left lid of the cart and reached a pair of tongs in. A few seconds later and he had managed to pull out a hot dog... grease sliding off it in waves. He dropped it in a bun and then closed the lid, handing the hot dog over to Remius. Another moment later and he had fished a bottle of Sprite out of the right bin of the cart.

"Here ya go," the vendor said handing Remius the Sprite and taking the two dollars in the process. "Condiments are right here if you want them," he said pointing two a couple of bins full of various packets: ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, and a couple of other sauces.

Jack looked at the note and thought Well I'm going to keep my self on the down low now. Getting the note he threw it in the trash. Well he was going to say in thing inside this room. It was probably bugged.

((OOC:
1)He's going to keep a low profile now.
2)He isn't going to say anything in his room anymore, because he thinks it's bugged 1984 style.))

((OOC:
1)He's going to keep a low profile now.
2)He isn't going to say anything in his room anymore, because he thinks it's bugged 1984 style.))

((OOC: Half a cookie for you. I had already gotten that part, I just couldn't figure out what the sentence was supposed to read as. However, now I get it: "Well he was going to say in thing inside this room. It was probably bugged." = "Well he wasn't going to say a thing inside this room as it was probably bugged." So, half cookie for you.))

"Thank you." He took the greasy hot dog, and proceeded to drown it in every single condiment the vendor had. Taking the sauce laden frankfurter and the Sprite, he returned to the van, taking occasional bites and drinks as he walked.

OOC: Sorry about that. I was in a hurry.

Jack got up and went down to the beach. He looked around to see if any of those thugs were following him. After sitting down in his chair he went back to reading his book.

"Thank you." He took the greasy hot dog, and proceeded to drown it in every single condiment the vendor had. Taking the sauce laden frankfurter and the Sprite, he returned to the van, taking occasional bites and drinks as he walked.

"Didn't make it to the Smithian?" he commented as he was finishing off a ham sandwhich he had packed himself earlier. "Eh, not a bad second choice, though," he said commenting about the grease dog Remius was holding.

OOC: Anyone caught calling a hot dog, a frankfurter is routinely beaten by the police :P

OOC: Sorry about that. I was in a hurry.

Jack got up and went down to the beach. He looked around to see if any of those thugs were following him. After sitting down in his chair he went back to reading his book.

They weren't. Aside from the normal late beach crowd, it was all normal.

"Nope, I got waylaid along the way." He replied as he took another bite of the hot dog.

ooc: lol

Jack went back to the Hotel's lobby.

"Can you recomnd something to do on this island?"

"Nope, I got waylaid along the way." He replied as he took another bite of the hot dog.

ooc: lol

"You got waylaid, or you waylaid somebody?" Stan replied, raising an eyebrow to the odd occurence.

Meanwhile, the old lady had told the ambulence drivers to pull over at a local bank branch. She got out of the back and informed them that her hip wasn't hurting at all. Whatelse could they do but drive away?

The old lady walked into the bank and pulled out a pair of glasses from her bag; fake diamonds encrusted into the rim. She walked up to the counter and after a brief exchange she walked out of the bank with the contents of the bank account, 15,000 dollars.

Jack went back to the Hotel's lobby.

"Can you recomnd something to do on this island?"

"Certainly," the concierge replied. "There is lots to do here." She handed him a pamphlet full of entertainment venues containing everything under the sun: Cruise lines, night clubs, movie theaters, shows, museums, galleries, classes, beaches, pools, shopping areas, rental places, etc.

"Not in that sense." Remius replied with a chuckle.

"What would you suggest doing?" As saying this Jack took off his sunglasses.

"Not in that sense." Remius replied with a chuckle.

The passengers began showing up the van, most just before the hour was up. Though true to his word, when his watch counter one hour since they had stopped, the car drove off... leaving two of the former passengers behind.

OOC: Will continue the tour tomorrow... don't have time for longer posts now.

"What would you suggest doing?" As saying this Jack took off his sunglasses.

"Everything here is great," the concierge replied. "I like to go shopping a lot..."

Remius raised an eyebrow at the fact that Stan was leaving without some of his passangers, but didn't comment.

"What do the tourist usally do around here?" Jack replied.

The Aircraft banked gently as its four Turbofan jet Engines powered this behemoth to its Destination, its wings lifted, tilting the craft slowy as it approached its final run.. the sky was bright, the sky a beautiful blue as the Sun cast its yellow rays across the Continent.

The Cloudless sky allowed a clear veiw of the land below as the setting sun cast giant shadows of buildings and trees across the ground below.

A man sat in seat F5, Aisle seat sat staring at the headrest infront of him, He Didn't once get up out of the Seat, and never once spoke to anyone

He Didn't need to.

No one spoke to him once During the Flight... Attendants offered him drinks, but quickly moved on when the man cast a look at them that for some reason caused their nerves to quiver....

One attendant attempted one last time to speak with the Man...

"Er...s.s Sir.." She spoke, he lip practicaly quivering...

He turned his head slowly to look at her... glaring at her through black sunglasses....

"w...w..We are" she paused for a moment to Clear her throat "landing soon.. I ..I.. was just wondering... i....Is everything Alright?"

The man didn't speak... he Didn't need to....

Looking more nervous still The attendant quickly left, moving along the Aisle with speed, tears practicaly welling up in her eyes...

Screech...

The Tires touched the tarmac with a thump as a burst of rubber flicked out the back, the Engines powered up slowing the Craft down as it shook about with the landing.... soon the craft had come to a halt and taxied around to the Air ports terminal....

One by one the Passengers disembarked along with the Man...

Entering the Airport Terminal The Man, Wearing a smart black suit, a white shirt and a black tie....

Remius raised an eyebrow at the fact that Stan was leaving without some of his passangers, but didn't comment.

"All right," he said as they got into the regular flow of traffic again. "The first stop on the city portion of the tour is the famous Mirage hotel and resort, located by the beach.

"What do the tourist usally do around here?" Jack replied.

"Uh... the same thing they do any place," the concierge replied as if it was painfully obvious, "Go places or tour..."

The Aircraft banked gently as its four Turbofan jet Engines powered this behemoth to its Destination, its wings lifted, tilting the craft slowy as it approached its final run.. the sky was bright, the sky a beautiful blue as the Sun cast its yellow rays across the Continent.

The Cloudless sky allowed a clear veiw of the land below as the setting sun cast giant shadows of buildings and trees across the ground below.

A man sat in seat F5, Aisle seat sat staring at the headrest infront of him, He Didn't once get up out of the Seat, and never once spoke to anyone

He Didn't need to.

No one spoke to him once During the Flight... Attendants offered him drinks, but quickly moved on when the man cast a look at them that for some reason caused their nerves to quiver....

One attendant attempted one last time to speak with the Man...

"Er...s.s Sir.." She spoke, he lip practicaly quivering...

He turned his head slowly to look at her... glaring at her through black sunglasses....

"w...w..We are" she paused for a moment to Clear her throat "landing soon.. I ..I.. was just wondering... i....Is everything Alright?"

The man didn't speak... he Didn't need to....

Looking more nervous still The attendant quickly left, moving along the Aisle with speed, tears practicaly welling up in her eyes...

Screech...

The Tires touched the tarmac with a thump as a burst of rubber flicked out the back, the Engines powered up slowing the Craft down as it shook about with the landing.... soon the craft had come to a halt and taxied around to the Air ports terminal....

One by one the Passengers disembarked along with the Man...

Entering the Airport Terminal The Man, Wearing a smart black suit, a white shirt and a black tie....

"Passport, length of stay, and reason for stay," the man behind the booth said from the front of the line.

"Just tell me what I should do on the island? This is my first time." Jack replied.

"Passport, length of stay, and reason for stay," the man behind the booth said from the front of the line.

From the inside of The Mans Jacket pocket he produced a passport, It was Fake, but it had been forged to the level that only an Expert on these matters would have even the faintest clue that it was a forged passport...

The Passport had a photograph of The Man without his glasses, slowly The Man removed them and looked directly at the Passport Officer... and spoke... his words were slow, purposeful, Carefull and had an Air of Authority that commanded attention...

"I..Intend to live here... I've... Heard its nice.... You could say my reason is for Business.... and Pleasure...." The Man waited for the Officers reply and the Return of his Passport...

"Just tell me what I should do on the island? This is my first time." Jack replied.

"I already have," the concierge replied. "And I just gave you that magazine of all the different stuff... what more do you want?" she said beginning to loose patience.

From the inside of The Mans Jacket pocket he produced a passport, It was Fake, but it had been forged to the level that only an Expert on these matters would have even the faintest clue that it was a forged passport...

The Passport had a photograph of The Man without his glasses, slowly The Man removed them and looked directly at the Passport Officer... and spoke... his words were slow, purposeful, Carefull and had an Air of Authority that commanded attention...

"I..Intend to live here... I've... Heard its nice.... You could say my reason is for Business.... and Pleasure...." The Man waited for the Officers reply and the Return of his Passport...

The official looked down at the passport and up at man's face twice before handing it back to him. "You are cleared to enter. Though if you are planning on staying here you are going to need to get a Immigration Pass - apply for one down at the License Regulatory Bureau."

"Where is the nearest Histoy Museum from this hotel? After this I won't ask anymore questions." Jack put the magizine inside his jacket.

"Where is the nearest Histoy Museum from this hotel? After this I won't ask anymore questions." Jack put the magizine inside his jacket.

Happy that the man had agreed to disappear after getting a response, the concierge was only too happy to oblige, "Downtown in the governmental sector. At the heart of the city..."

After leaving the hotel he got back in his car and drove downtown. On the magizine he found the location and went there. Jack parked the car and walked inside the musuem. He went up to the main desk.

"I was wondering if you have tours here? Also if you do when the next tour starts?"

After leaving the hotel he got back in his car and drove downtown. On the magizine he found the location and went there. Jack parked the car and walked inside the musuem. He went up to the main desk.

"I was wondering if you have tours here? Also if you do when the next tour starts?"

"Welcome to the Colonial Museum of Art and History," the receptionst greeted. "Tours leave every twenty minutes on the five, so... about seven minutes from now. You can also take an audio-guided* tour whenever you like..." she explained.

*Basically one of those recorded things you hold up to your ear as you walk along - but more advanced

OOC: By the way, I am not going to RP every facet of the museum... just say you saw nice art and crap.

"I will wait for the tour." Jack sat on a bench and read his book waiting for the tour to begin.

"It sounds expensive." Remius commented

"I will wait for the tour." Jack sat on a bench and read his book waiting for the tour to begin.

A few minutes later a group had amassed and the tour began with the guide taking them through the museum...

OOC: I repeat my previous OOC statement

"It sounds expensive." Remius commented

"It more than 'sounds' expensive," Stan replied. "It is expensive. The most expensive resort or hotel in Eborall to be exact. Cheapest room is about 4000 dollars a night and the most expensive is 50,000 a night."

"That is a rather large sum of money." Remius agreed

After the tour was done. Jack went on the street and noticed something usual when he came out.

"That is a rather large sum of money." Remius agreed

"Yeh. Most of the time when big hot shot celebrities or high corporate times come to town, they stay at the Mirage... and for good reason."

"Next stop... The Mall."

After the tour was done. Jack went on the street and noticed something usual when he came out.

His car had been involved in a hit-and-run as its side was smashed in by a drunken driver who fled the scene. The door was jammed in place, the hood had popped open, the frame of the wheel was crunching up against the tire, and the the axel had been bent out of shape; the car was undrivable.

"And what's at the Mall?" He asked

Jack called the police. "Yeah someone just hit my car. I need someone to come down here." Next he called the rental place. "So someone hit your car what should I do now?"

"And what's at the Mall?" He asked

"Why it is the largest mall in Eborall, given the name, The Mall," he explained. "It has an oulet from nearly every store in the Dominion and Eborall - if you can't find what you are looking for there, it doesn't exist."

Jack called the police. "Yeah someone just hit my car. I need someone to come down here." Next he called the rental place. "So someone hit your car what should I do now?"

"An officer will be right there, don't change your position," replied the dispatcher. Soon the sound of a cruiser could be heard coming around the corner and stopping outside the museum.

"Hmm," replied the rental agent, "We will send someone right over... there is a slight problem."

"That sounds like it'd be an experiance." He commented

"What is the problem?" Jack went over to the police officer. "Well someone ran into my rental car. So what are you going to do?"

"That sounds like it'd be an experiance." He commented

"Believe me, it is. When the tour is over I would suggest going over there... even if there isn't something you are looking to buy, you are guaranteed to walk out with something in a bag."

"What is the problem?" Jack went over to the police officer. "Well someone ran into my rental car. So what are you going to do?"

"It isn't what I am going to do," explained the officer, "It is what you are going to do. I can't solve any hit-and-run without you. Did you get a license plate, a partial, a look at the guy... any witnesses?"

Soon the rental car agent arrived at the scene with a few papers tucked beneath his arm.


OOC: I am done for the night

He chuckled at the idea.

"I saw the liscense plate 426 786. About any witness you have to ask the people around here." Jack went over to the rental car agent.

"So what do you want me to do?"

He chuckled at the idea.

"Moving on..." Stan said as they drove past the immense figure of the Mall. "Our next stop will be the Governmental Sector."

A little over ten minutes later, Stan piped up again, informing them they had arrived. "The heart of the city... also known as the Governmental Sector as all of the Colonial buildings are located here. Fun fact: the Governmental Sector is an exact square, with the capital at its center."

They continued to drive down the avenues and traverse the streets as massive, imposing buildings, built in a romanesque style with large marble faces and pillars, surrounded them. They passed all different buildings that were run by the government from the different departments (i.e. State, Treasury, Agrictulture, etc...) of the Colonial Government, to the Colonial Museums and landmarks, and many others... including the Capitol itself. A very impressive building with hundreds of long marble stairs leading up to the imposing form of it which sat atop a platform so as to survey the city; its most noticable figure was the dome: a truely impressive structure built completely of glass...

"I saw the liscense plate 426 786. About any witness you have to ask the people around here." Jack went over to the rental car agent.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"You must be mistaken," the officer replied when he heard the license plate number. "All Colonial vehicles have two consecutive letters and four numbers in their license plates, unless they are government of course in which case they have the prefix GOV. Anyway, I will go round up any witnesses..."

"Well, we have a slight problem," the car rental agent explained. "You see, when you rented the car you never got insurance for it, which means you owe us the cost of the car per the contract; a total of eighty-five thousand dollars."

"Here is a check. I will want to have another car. Can you tell someone to bring a BMW Z4. I will pay for another two weeks ok?" Jack wrote the check and gave it to the car rental agent.

The Viper jet streaked streaked across the dark blue ocean, flying low enough to cause most of the people on the beaches of Eborall to look up as the black painted plane angled on a course towards the airport. Feador L'oensolae looked up from the laptop he was typing as he heard the pilot clear his landing with air traffic control. He was handsome, even for a Nistolonian, perhaps 150 years old (he looks about 22), with shoulder length black hair around his face, which had a slight greenish color.
He saved the document he was writing and put the laptop back in his suitcase. He stood, brushing the dust of his green tunic. His two guards--well, not his--stood also, dressed in full military gear. The first saluted.
"Will you need anything, sir?"
Feador waved him away.
"No thank you, captain. I don't think a military escort is needed. I can take care of myself"
'Yesir" The two Nistolonians sat again, as the viper changed into VTOL mode and slowly landed at the airstrip.



Carrying his suitcase and luggage pack, Feador approched customs. He stepped into line and pulled out his government issue passport.


OOC: Bio of Feador


Name: Feador L'oensolae
Age: 153 (Looks 22)
Height: 5'8"
Hair: Black, shoulder length
Eyes: Purple
Body: Lean. Very Lean, but well muscled
Personality: Quiet, Charming, Different (Almost catlike)
Favorite Activities: Martial Arts, Sword and Knife work Intelligance work, firearms, Many activities involving nature and animals.
Bloodline: Traced from Warmaster L'eadro II.

OOC: @Everyone: This isn't pointed at anyone directly (yet) but you guys will have to realize that you don't have infinite money to go around spending; it is just the way of the world. Even if you are a wealthy or the son of someone who is important and has access to money, going around and just throwing out hundreds of thousands of dollars just doesn't make sense or make for a fun RP.

"Here is a check. I will want to have another car. Can you tell someone to bring a BMW Z4. I will pay for another two weeks ok?" Jack wrote the check and gave it to the car rental agent.

The car rental agent took the check and slipped it into his briefcase with a note to himself to have it varified. "I am sorry, but we cannot do that," he began to explain with an indignant look on his face. "You see, you just wrecked a car that was worth nearly one hundred thousand dollars... we aren't renting you another car."

Carrying his suitcase and luggage pack, Feador approched customs. He stepped into line and pulled out his government issue passport.

The official took the passport and papers that Feador had handed to her and briefly glanced them over. "Just a moment, sir," she commented to him before turning around and signalling for her superior to come over.

Her superior approached the booth and bent over, reading the papers and passport and glancing up at Feador occasionally. "Alright, have a pleasant stay," he said finally.

OOC: Just a note: While being high profile (i.e. arriving on a private jet) will certainly grab some quick attention, it will encourage the government to keep a close watch on you and the Princess might try to ignore you (who knows).

Jack walked over to the police officer. "So did you find any witness?"

OOC: yeah, I know. nistolonians like flashy entrances, since they never get to make them at wartime.

IC:

Faedor smiled at the two officials and continued out the building towards the car rental accross the street. He approched the counter.
"What sort of vehicles do you have here?"
The clerk pointed at the a small booklet. "All in there"

Feador glanced at it, looking somewhat confused. Looking out the window, he looked at the rows and rows of cars and randomly selcted a small sedan.
"I'll have that one." He said "I'd also like to get insurance on it. And a full tank of gas. I have a Colony Approved Credit Card"

OOC: Cars are impractical in Nistolonia, and most have never even seen one. They use buggies, big vehicles and mainly animal mounts to get around.

Jack walked over to the police officer. "So did you find any witness?"

"None whatsoever," the officer replied. "You're straight out of luck," he commented as he got back into his cruiser and the tow truck began hauling away Jack's car.

Faedor smiled at the two officials and continued out the building towards the car rental accross the street. He approched the counter.
"What sort of vehicles do you have here?"
The clerk pointed at the a small booklet. "All in there"

Feador glanced at it, looking somewhat confused. Looking out the window, he looked at the rows and rows of cars and randomly selcted a small sedan.
"I'll have that one." He said "I'd also like to get insurance on it. And a full tank of gas. I have a Colony Approved Credit Card"

OOC: Cars are impractical in Nistolonia, and most have never even seen one. They use buggies, big vehicles and mainly animal mounts to get around.

"That you do," the rental agent replied as he took the card and scanned into the computer before handing it back. "Alright, it will be twelve-hundred dollars per week and insurance is another thousand dollars," he notified Feador as he filled out the application.

Only a minute later, he handed him a set of keys, "Gas is already included. Have a pleasant stay."

Remius examined the various goverment offices with interest, as many of them were unusual and interesting.

Jack started to walk away. Man this had caused him some trouble. Now he didn't have a car. He wondered what he should do.

The official looked down at the passport and up at man's face twice before handing it back to him. "You are cleared to enter. Though if you are planning on staying here you are going to need to get a Immigration Pass - apply for one down at the License Regulatory Bureau."

The man began to speak, after replacing his sunglasses...

"And where, Might I ask... is this Bureau?"

He finished his sentence while returning the Passport to his jacket pocket...

Remius examined the various goverment offices with interest, as many of them were unusual and interesting.

"Alright," Stan said as they left the heart of the city and the large governmental sector. "I am going to show you a few hot restaurants and clubs and that will be the end of the tour... except for those of you who have opted to pay the extra fee..."

Jack started to walk away. Man this had caused him some trouble. Now he didn't have a car. He wondered what he should do.

...

The man began to speak, after replacing his sunglasses...

"And where, Might I ask... is this Bureau?"

He finished his sentence while returning the Passport to his jacket pocket...

"Downtown in the Governmental Sector," the official replied. "Just go outside and ask one of the taxis to take you there... they will know where it is."

"Downtown in the Governmental Sector," the official replied. "Just go outside and ask one of the taxis to take you there... they will know where it is."

The man tilted his head forward in a sign of respect then speaking said "Thankyou..."

Heading outside, The Man quickly flagged down a Taxi, and requested to be taken to the Government Sector of the city...

Opening his breifcase, The Man checked his notes, and read over some documents, Not once speaking to the Cabdriver or looking out of a window...

"Of the places your showing us, do you have a favorite?" Remius asked

The man tilted his head forward in a sign of respect then speaking said "Thankyou..."

Heading outside, The Man quickly flagged down a Taxi, and requested to be taken to the Government Sector of the city...

Opening his breifcase, The Man checked his notes, and read over some documents, Not once speaking to the Cabdriver or looking out of a window...

After about twenty minutes of driving, the vehicle slowed to a stop outside an impressive and imposing building, complete with marble and stone sides and pillars. "Here you are," the driver said as he turned around to face his passenger. "Regulatory License Bureau. Fifty-two ninety-five," he said as he read the fare indicator.

"Of the places your showing us, do you have a favorite?" Remius asked

Stan smiled, "As a matter of fact, I do - but I am saving that for last... the end of the tour, that is."

"That makes sense." Remius commented with a chuckle.

This thing handles amazingly though Feador as he pulled his sedan out of the garage and onto the main road. He fished around in his bag for a second, pulling out a rather crumpled piece of paper, written in Nistolonian. He looked at the directions on it, glanced up at the street signs, and continued.

He pulled up in front of his destination, a medium sized house with an exquisititly crafted front garden. He knocked on the door. The man who answered was a Nistolonian as well, though he wore traditional DMG clothes rather then the green tunic that Feador was wearing.
"Feador?" The man asked, looking at him up and down.
"Yes. Is this where I'm too stay for the trip?"
"Sure is. Come on in. I'm Dre'ha, by the way."
Feador grabbed his bags and followed the man into the house. It was rather plain by normal standards, devoid of much furniture except for the elegant wallpaper and the huge amounts of plants that were planted in littles canals of dirt along the floor, and the gun rack on the wall which featured two Nistolonian crossbows and a few hunting rifles, but for a Nistolonian house, one could call it opulent.
"NistolTech puts up most of its people here. I can rent it out and don't even have to really work" Dre'ha continued "It is a little fancy, but nothing like those human hotels. You'll be sleeping upstairs in your own suite. I've got all the other stuff the the company wanted for you waiting. Oh, and don't mind the snakes. They're everywhere."
Feador laughed.
********************

Later that day, he traveled over to the government district. He absently strolled up and down the street, looking up at the different buildings, apparanty lost in thought.

Sam sat down pulled out a book and waited for the next tour.

"That makes sense." Remius commented with a chuckle.

"Next you will see the famous restaurtant, The Bite," Stan said as the slowly drove past a nicely decorated, nearly all glass front, two story building. "Don't let the name fool you; you will get much more than a bite. A dinner consists of about ten dishes a person, including four main courses."

Sam sat down pulled out a book and waited for the next tour.

"Sir," said the same voice as he read his book, "The next tour is leaving now if you are still interested."

Later that day, he traveled over to the government district. He absently strolled up and down the street, looking up at the different buildings, apparanty lost in thought.

...

"Sounds like a rather large meal." Remius said

After completing his circit of the government district, taking a few pictures with his digital camara (OOC: Just outsides, like a tourist) Feador stopped to examine an information kiosk. He surveyed it rather absently.
Island tours...eh.
He looked up at the person at the kiosk
"Do you have any information on princess Elisa?" He grinned after saying it. "I'm tourist from Nistolonia and interested in the habits of royal families. We dont have them back where I come from"

Deciding to waste sometime he went to the mall. Inside he walked inside and went into a store. Jack wondered what they sold.

"Sounds like a rather large meal." Remius said

"Oh, it is," Stan reassured him, "And you pay every dollar for it..."

He waited for a moment before adding, "Rumor has it that the Princess is often seen in there. Sometimes by herself or with a friend and sometimes with a large group... quite a pretty penny she is rumored to drop."

After completing his circit of the government district, taking a few pictures with his digital camara (OOC: Just outsides, like a tourist) Feador stopped to examine an information kiosk. He surveyed it rather absently.
Island tours...eh.
He looked up at the person at the kiosk
"Do you have any information on princess Elisa?" He grinned after saying it. "I'm tourist from Nistolonia and interested in the habits of royal families. We dont have them back where I come from"

"Not officially," the man replied, "And certainly not anything that can be screwed down as fact. Just simple rumors he and there that everyone knows and passes along; whether they are true is often debated, though often pointlessly I think as neither side knows for certain."

Deciding to waste sometime he went to the mall. Inside he walked inside and went into a store. Jack wondered what they sold.

"Welcome to The Neck Up," a voice from an overhead speaker said. "We specialize in everything from the neck up and the hair down."

The store was laid out very fashionably with different areas for different types of items. There was a section for hats, for glasses, for earings, for piercings, and lots more...

"If it has such a reputation, as well as being a reported princess hot-spot, then it's no wonder they can charge such high prices." Remius replied

Jack went over to look at the hats. Then he faced the clerk.

"So what hat do you think will look good on me?

"If it has such a reputation, as well as being a reported princess hot-spot, then it's no wonder they can charge such high prices." Remius replied

"A good point," Stan replied, "I hadn't really thought about it like that. Though it is true that it was still quite expensive before she started going, but maybe they have been able to raise the prices."

Jack went over to look at the hats. Then he faced the clerk.

"So what hat do you think will look good on me?

"Hmm," the attendant said as he browsed the hats, occasionally looking at Jack's head and frame.

"I would have to see this bowler hat would look great in my opinion," he said as he reached over to the wall and pulled off a black bowler hat. "I tell you, these are coming back in fashion..."

OOC: Bowler Hats, lol

IC: "Well, what are the rumors?" asked Feador. "I'm as interested in fiction as well as fact"

OOC: i like bowler hats

Jack looked at the hat and tried it on. It fit perfectly fine.

"I will take one."

"Capitalism at it's finest." He commented with a sardonic chuckle.

OOC: Bowler Hats, lol

IC: "Well, what are the rumors?" asked Feador. "I'm as interested in fiction as well as fact"

"Well if you want all of the fiction mixed in with a little fact," the attendant replied, "There are a couples of books you could pick up. Otherwise, just ask around. From what I have heard they are mostly about what she likes to do and where she likes to go, but after you here all of them they pretty much account for every place and activity on the island."

OOC: i like bowler hats

Jack looked at the hat and tried it on. It fit perfectly fine.

"I will take one."

"Alright," he said as he took it over to the register to ring it up. A quick scan later, the price emerged on the read out. "One thirty-five," the attendant read.

"Capitalism at it's finest." He commented with a sardonic chuckle.

"Can't blame them for being smart businessmen," Stan replied as they continued down the street away from the restaurant. As they traveled around the city, they passed numerous restaurants and clubs that the guide pointed out as hot spots: The Smithian, The Grasslands, The Eatery, Two Women... and a host of others (restaurants), as well as The Midnight Club, The Diving Dancer, The Step, and many more clubs.

Jack pulled out 135 dollars out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk. He picked up his hat and tipped it to the clerk, then walked out. While walking he saw the restuarant The Bite. It was getting was dinner time for him, so he went inside. When going inside he took of his bowler hat.

"Which is your favorite restaurant, and nightclub?" He asked

Jack pulled out 135 dollars out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk. He picked up his hat and tipped it to the clerk, then walked out. While walking he saw the restuarant The Bite. It was getting was dinner time for him, so he went inside. When going inside he took of his bowler hat.

"Reservation?" the lady asked as Jack walked in.

OOC: Note that the Bite isn't at the Mall or close to it.

"Which is your favorite restaurant, and nightclub?" He asked

"Oh, I don't go to these upend places much (at all)," Stan replied, "Do expensive for me. I just like snacking on a Grease Dog or something like that... the pits, as many people call them."

"Can I make one for tommorrow? Also can I eat here today, but not have a reservation? I will sit anywhere." Jack said as he waited for a reply.

"Can I make one for tommorrow? Also can I eat here today, but not have a reservation? I will sit anywhere." Jack said as he waited for a reply.

"If you didn't need a reservation to eat here, why would we bother requiring one?" The lady responded indignantly. "That would defeat the whole purpose of making reservations, so the answer is no; you cannot eat here."

"As for making a reservation for tomorrow, we are sold out. Making a reservation her requires at least seven to eight weeks advanced notice... everyone knows that," she replied turning away from him to help a couple who had a reservation.

OOC: Last post for the night

"Then if you wanted to go to one, which would you choose?" He asked

Jack walked out of the restuarant and saw something in the parking lot.

"Then if you wanted to go to one, which would you choose?" He asked

"The Bite, of course," Stan responded, "But there is no way I could afford it or even get on the waiting list for a table..."

Jack walked out of the restuarant and saw something in the parking lot.

Cars....

"I take it, The Bite has a twenty year waiting list, and a hundred dollar glass of water?" Remius commented

Jack walked around and saw the restuarant named The Smithian. He walked inside to see if he could get some food. Taking off his hat Jack went up a clerk in the front.


"Do I need reservations to eat here?"

"I take it, The Bite has a twenty year waiting list, and a hundred dollar glass of water?" Remius commented

"You are closer to the truth than you may think," Stan replied with a grin.

Jack walked around and saw the restuarant named The Smithian. He walked inside to see if he could get some food. Taking off his hat Jack went up a clerk in the front.


"Do I need reservations to eat here?"

"Does it look like it?" the 'clerk' who was actually one of the cooks said as he looked about the place. It was what many would describe as a 'hole in the wall' restaurant - certainly not upend. In the back, fires roared in the grills as all types of meat were being cooked.

"Sounds like swanky joint. Reminds me of the rep the Uokouri has back home." Remius commented with a chuckle of his own.

"What do you make best here sir?" Jack was very hungry and wanted something to eat.

"Sounds like swanky joint. Reminds me of the rep the Uokouri has back home." Remius commented with a chuckle of his own.

Stan let the comment slide without saying anything; he wasn't one to know if they were comparable.

A short while later, the tour was coming to a close as they had driven through much of the city. Virtually the only thing they hadn't seen was the highly exclusive, gated community of Cielo Rico.

"We reach the end of our tour..." Stan said as the van slowed. "And as I promised, we now arrive at my favorite place on the island..." The buildings to the car's right disappeared, revealing the real gem of the island; the beach. It was a marvelous sight to behold, especially at the current time, sunset...

"What do you make best here sir?" Jack was very hungry and wanted something to eat.

"Anything grilled..." the man replied, looking at the man like he was an idiot. He returned to kitchen area where the grills were flaming and began cooking up some more food.

"What would you suggest?" Jack told the cook.

"I can see why." Remius said appreciatively as he took in the sunset.

"What would you suggest?" Jack told the cook.

But the cook had already gone into the kitchen and was busy cooking away; he had not the time nor the patience to deal with annoying customers that were clearly out of place.

"I can see why." Remius said appreciatively as he took in the sunset.

"Thank you for coming on the tour and I hope you have a good stay here," the driver replied as the people began pouring out of the van, many heading for the beach...

Jack walked walked out of The Smithian. He walked down to the beach after a couple of miles walk. The beach looked desert and the sunset was beautiful. Seeing a chair Jack sat down and just watched the ocean.

"You mentioned an additional part of the tour ..." Remius commented

Jack walked walked out of The Smithian. He walked down to the beach after a couple of miles walk. The beach looked desert and the sunset was beautiful. Seeing a chair Jack sat down and just watched the ocean.

"You're in my chair," said a voice from above Jack. There stood an angry looking six foot eight, three hundred pound man who was not in the mood for talking.

"You mentioned an additional part of the tour ..." Remius commented

"Yehhh...." Stan said as the last of the passengers departed, "About that... I don't have time; need to get home to the wife."

"As you will." Remius replied as he exited the van with his bags. "Thank you for the tour."

"Sorry about that sir." Jack got up and walked down the beach. It had been a hell of a vacation so far. A smile appeared on his face and he started to hum.

"As you will." Remius replied as he exited the van with his bags. "Thank you for the tour."

As soon as he exited the van, the driver slammed on the gas and hit the road...

"Sorry about that sir." Jack got up and walked down the beach. It had been a hell of a vacation so far. A smile appeared on his face and he started to hum.

There seemed to be an echo as Jack's tune was responded to. A young and pretty girl of nearly seventeen years walked up beside him and began to hum the tune with Jack.

"Wonder what's up with him. Seems like his wife must be a dragon." Remius commented as he picked up his two bags and headed off to find the nearest hotel for the night.

Jack noticed the huming then turned beside to see a girl. He stopped huming and looked toward her.

"Who might you be?"

After making a quick stop at the bookstore, grabbing up a few books (some of which looked like that might actually have some fact in them) on the princess, Feador headed back to his (or at least his companies) place for the night.

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OOC: Do not bump my threads. I see the posts and am deliberately waiting. Have some damn patience and DON'T reply to this post.

"Wonder what's up with him. Seems like his wife must be a dragon." Remius commented as he picked up his two bags and headed off to find the nearest hotel for the night.

As he was near the beach, most of the hotels in the area were quite upperend and expensive, beginning with The Mirage. Cheaper hotels were located in less desirable spots of the city, though a few non-expensive ones could be found in a the vicinity.

Jack noticed the huming then turned beside to see a girl. He stopped huming and looked toward her.

"Who might you be?"

"Alison," the young blonde haired girl responed before continuing to the hum the tune and walk alongside of Jack.

After making a quick stop at the bookstore, grabbing up a few books (some of which looked like that might actually have some fact in them) on the princess, Feador headed back to his (or at least his companies) place for the night.

...

Remius decided to head to the Mirage and see what kind of accomadations, and what it would cost, that the hotel had to offer.

Remius decided to head to the Mirage and see what kind of accomadations, and what it would cost, that the hotel had to offer.

"Welcome to The Mirage hotel and resort," a soothing voice said from overhead as he entered the doors.

Remius looked up at the voice, before looking to find the registration desk.

OOC: Sorry about being gone yesterday.

"Hello Alison. I'm Jack Featherston. It is very nice to meet you." Jack still humed while walking.

Sam stood up and entered the van.

Remius looked up at the voice, before looking to find the registration desk.

It was located directly in front of him, facing the front door through which he had just entered. At the front desk there were four young ladies and a gentleman working and behind them was a water fountain; the water poured out of a slit in the wall near the top and then proceeded to run down the glass side into a basin where it collected and then continued the cycle.

"How may we help you?" asked one of the concierges.

OOC: Sorry about being gone yesterday.

"Hello Alison. I'm Jack Featherston. It is very nice to meet you." Jack still humed while walking.

Alison didn't say anything, but rather continued to hum and walk beside Jack.

Sam stood up and entered the van.

"Welcome to the tour of the G-Center," greeted the tour guide.

Seeing that everyone was inside the plush van, he proceeded to start the tour.

"The heart of the city... also known as the Governmental Sector as all of the Colonial buildings are located here. Fun fact: the Governmental Sector is an exact square, with the capital at its center," said the tour guide as they drove through the streets.

They continued to drive down the avenues and traverse the streets as massive, imposing buildings, built in a romanesque style with large marble faces and pillars, surrounded them. They passed all different buildings that were run by the government from the different departments (i.e. State, Treasury, Agrictulture, etc...) of the Colonial Government, to the Colonial Museums and landmarks, and many others... including the Capitol itself. A very impressive building with hundreds of long marble stairs leading up to the imposing form of it which sat atop a platform so as to survey the city; its most noticable figure was the dome: a truely impressive structure built completely of glass...

"And here we are at the end of the tour," the guide said as he parked the van and let everyone out.


OOC: Waiting for Kraven...

OOC: Waiting for Velkya...

OOC: Waiting for Nistolonia...

OOC: Waiting for Madnestan...

"I'm interested in renting a room." Remius replied as he took in the statuette as well as the staff at the desk.

Jack walked until he got to his hotell. He looked at Alison.

"I'm interested in renting a room." Remius replied as he took in the statuette as well as the staff at the desk.

"Certainly," the young lady replied. "We have rooms at the first and fourth price levels available; though the former only has one vacant."

Jack walked until he got to his hotell. He looked at Alison.

Alison merely stopped at the front door next to Jack. "Want to go to an amusement park?"

Sam pulled the tour guide aside for a moment. "is there anyway i could see the princess or any of the royal family?" he asked "i could make it worth your while.

Sam pulled the tour guide aside for a moment. "is there anyway i could see the princess or any of the royal family?" he asked "i could make it worth your while.

"Listen buddy," the guide replied, "If I had access to the Royal Family I certainly wouldn't be driving this van around."

"I would love to go to the amusement park." Jack stopped and waited for Alison to show him where it was located.

"What are the differences?" Remius asked the lady.

"well do you know of any way to see them or anyone who does?"

"I would love to go to the amusement park." Jack stopped and waited for Alison to show him where it was located.

"We will go to the boardwalk one, then," Alison replied as she turned around and began walking along the beach again.

Not far in the distance a massive pier sat in the water, connected to the boadwalk which ran along parts of the beach. Atop the pier sat a large amusement park with a plethora of games, rides, and stands (of various types)

"What are the differences?" Remius asked the lady.

"Minor things," the lady replied. "The more expensive ones are larger rooms, have more decorations, and other things like that. Also, while all of the rooms have access to the pool, excercise rooms, restaurants, and the rest of the stuff, some of the more expensive floors have their own private rooms - of varying degrees and types. A few other little things also..." she explained.

"well do you know of any way to see them or anyone who does?"

"Not me, bub."

"How much are both are they?" He asked

After about twenty minutes of driving, the vehicle slowed to a stop outside an impressive and imposing building, complete with marble and stone sides and pillars. "Here you are," the driver said as he turned around to face his passenger. "Regulatory License Bureau. Fifty-two ninety-five," he said as he read the fare indicator.






The Man threw the Driver a twenty as he got out of the car, not speaking he walked off into the Compound for the Government buildings...

Walking to the amusement park Jack turned toward Alison. Once getting there Jack asked her.

"So what do you want to do here?"

"How much are both are they?" He asked

"Three thousand a night and five thousand a night, respectively," said the young lady.

The Man threw the Driver a twenty as he got out of the car, not speaking he walked off into the Compound for the Government buildings...

"Hey!" cried the driver as he looked down at the money and then saw the man walking away. "You didn't pay the fare!"

Walking to the amusement park Jack turned toward Alison. Once getting there Jack asked her.

"So what do you want to do here?"

"Win me that stuffed teddy bear!" she said excitedly as she grabbed Jack's hand and pointed at a stand. The stand was a 'knock off the bottles' game where you hand to throw a baseball twenty feet and knock down all the bottles in a three level tower (three on the bottom two in the middle and one on top).

The sign read:
1 ball: $5
2 balls: $9
3 balls: $13

Jack put down $39 dollars and collected the nine balls. Then he put down his hat and looked at the bottles. Getting a ball he threw it directly at the bottles.

The phone rang. And rang again. Feador sat bolt upright in bed, grabbing the phone beside him. "What?"

"It's me" Dre'ha's voice came on the other end. "They just called."
"What to They want?"
"Nistolonia just declared war on Rithman-Naar."
"So?"
"So watch yourself. You never know in foriegn countries. They'll call back if needed."
"Ok."
"You sleep pretty early, by the way."
"Bah, I'm trying to get up at about 3AM. More time to do stuff without crowds."


Feador hung up and drifted back to sleep

"Hey!" cried the driver as he looked down at the money and then saw the man walking away. "You didn't pay the fare!"








The Man Turned, slowly, like he wasn't in a rush... then with a voice that had demanded attention he spoke, slowly and purposefully...

"I assure you... That is... The Fare..."

Jack put down $39 dollars and collected the nine balls. Then he put down his hat and looked at the bottles. Getting a ball he threw it directly at the bottles.

The ball hit the left side of the tower knocking down three of the six bottles. Taking his time, the person working the booth set up the bottles in a tower again and then moved out of the way.

((OOC: Go ahead and RP throwing every ball [or as many as needed to win once] and tell what happened as a result.))

The phone rang. And rang again. Feador sat bolt upright in bed, grabbing the phone beside him. "What?"

"It's me" Dre'ha's voice came on the other end. "They just called."
"What to They want?"
"Nistolonia just declared war on Rithman-Naar."
"So?"
"So watch yourself. You never know in foreign countries. They'll call back if needed."
"Ok."
"You sleep pretty early, by the way."
"Bah, I'm trying to get up at about 3AM. More time to do stuff without crowds."


Feador hung up and drifted back to sleep

"Time to wake up..." a lovely feminine voice said. It was the alarm clock sounding, reading 3:00 am.

The Man Turned, slowly, like he wasn't in a rush... then with a voice that had demanded attention he spoke, slowly and purposefully...

"I assure you... That is... The Fare..."

"No... I assure you, it isn't," the driver replied with a defiant tone. He turned the readout to the man, "See... that doesn't look like twenty dollars to me."

Throwing two more balls the bottles finally fell over. Giving the balls back and picking up his hat Jack told the person working at the booth what prize he wanted.

"I will take the teddy bear."

The man turned back...

"I tell you what... You wait here for me, then we Discuss the Fare problem..."

The Man continued into the Compound blanking out the Driver...

Throwing two more balls the bottles finally fell over. Giving the balls back and picking up his hat Jack told the person working at the booth what prize he wanted.

"I will take the teddy bear."

"No, no!" Alison cried. "I want that teddy," she said pointing to the one at the top, nearly five times larger than the others (about four feet tall).

"Heh... that one is worth ten of those little ones," the attendant said. "It will cost you nine more wins. Oh, and each time you win, you don't get your other balls back. So... you have zero balls left and need nine wins to get it."

Alison looked at Jack with puppy dog eyes.

The man turned back...

"I tell you what... You wait here for me, then we Discuss the Fare problem..."

The Man continued into the Compound blanking out the Driver...

"Hey!" cried the driver but the man just kept walking. Deciding there wasn't much else he could do besides assault the man, the driver just sat waiting for his return.

"Three thousand a night and five thousand a night, respectively," said the young lady.
"Do you take visa?" Remius asked, "If so I'd like the five thousand dollar one, if not, the three thousand."

Jack gave the clerk $100 and got 23 balls. Staring at the bottles he threw the balls as fast as he could and the bottles were knocked down. After getting eight more strikes and having ten balls left he looked at the clerk.

"I will take the four foot teddy bear."

"Do you take visa?" Remius asked, "If so I'd like the five thousand dollar one, if not, the three thousand."

"Debit or credit?" she asked simply

Jack gave the clerk $100 and got 23 balls. Staring at the bottles he threw the balls as fast as he could and the bottles were knocked down. After getting eight more strikes and having ten balls left he looked at the clerk.

"I will take the four feet teddy bear."

"Alright," the man said as he reached up to the top and grabbed the four foot teddy bear from its stand.

"Here ya go," he said handing Alison the bear, happy to have made a massive profit (the bear only costing ten dollars to make). "You've got one generous boyfriend, you know that?" he said winking at Alison.

Alison took the bear and smiled. She then turned to Jack and smiled, "Thank you..."

After glancing around for a moment she cried, "Food!" and then hurried off, expecting Jack to follow, towards a hot dog stand.

OOC: You don't understand. If you buy 23 balls and then win on any of them (say your third one) you will lose all of the other balls (all 20). But whatever...

"Credit." He replied

OOC: Sorry about that

Jack followed Alison and went up to the hotdog stand. He then turned to her.

"So what do you want?"

"Credit." He replied

"Sorry, no," the young lady replied. "Nowhere in Eborall takes credit cards unless they are Colonial."

"So the three thousand dollar one it is..." she said as she began typing into the computer. "Room 4118." She said waiting for the money before giving him the keys. "Oh... and how many nights will that be?"

OOC: Sorry about that

Jack followed Alison and went up to the hotdog stand.

"So what do you want?"

Alison looked at him funny and then giggled, "A hot dog of course."

Jack looked at the hotdog stand and said to the person running it.

"I will take a hotdog. Alison what do you want on it?"

"That'd be three nights, at least for right now." Remius replied as he opened his wallet and counted off the money for the attendent.

Jack looked at the hotdog stand and said to the person running it.

"I will take a hotdog. Alison what do you want on it?"

"You decide..." she said with a smile.

"That'd be three nights, at least for right now." Remius replied as he opened his wallet and counted off the money for the attendent.

"Certainly carry a lot of cash around with you," the young lady remarked despite seeing it quite often with the high rollers that stayed at the Mirage.

"Alright, here you are," she said handing him the keys. "Elevators are right back there."

Jack looked at what they had, then he turned toward the clerk

"The hotdog will have ketchup, pickle relish, yellow mustard, and chopped onions. How does that sound Alison?"

Waiting for a response still he looked at the clerk.

"How much will this cost?"

"Thank you." He replied as he took the keys, hefted his bags and headed for the elevators.

Jack looked at what they had, then he turned toward the clerk

"The hotdog will have ketchup, pickle relish, yellow mustard, and chopped onions. How does that sound Alison?"

Waiting for a response still he looked at the clerk.

"How much will this cost?"

"And a coke," Alison added.

"Five-fifty," the vender replied.

"Thank you." He replied as he took the keys, hefted his bags and headed for the elevators.

Inside the elevator a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and a stunning figure stood holding the door open.

Remius hurried forward to catch the elevator. "Thank you for holding the door." He said to the beautiful blonde.

Jack put down the money and gave five dollars extra to the vender. Grabbing the hotdog and coke he gave it to Alison.

"I hope you like it."

Remius hurried forward to catch the elevator. "Thank you for holding the door." He said to the beautiful blonde.

The woman didn't reply verbally and only moved back from the buttons to allow Remius to choose his floor; the number twenty-five already lit.

Jack put down the money and gave five dollars extra to the vender. Grabbing the hotdog and coke he gave it to Alison.

"I hope you like it."

She smiled as she began eating it slowly. "What do you want to do?" she asked between bites.

Waiting for her to stop eating Jack answered her question.

"How about we go to the ferris wheel?"

Remius pushed the button for the fourth, the one he thought his room was on.

Waiting for her to stop eating Jack answered her question.

"How about we go to the ferris wheel?"

"Kay!" Alison replied as she walked over to the Ferris Wheel and got in line.

By the time they got to the front of the line she had finished her hot dog and soda and was now ready to get on. Sitting down in the bench as it stopped in front of them, Alison waited for Jack to get in and then set the safety bar down.

((OOC: btw, Jack is carrying the massive teddy bear.))

Remius pushed the button for the fourth, the one he thought his room was on.

The doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. The floor number flashed on a video screen; One... Two... Three... F-

The elevator came to a stop directly between floor three and four, trapping the two occupants inside...

Remius frowned, and looked for the emergancy phone, finding something similar enought as to make no difference, he punched in the number to get help.

Setting in the bench and the bar down Jack sat down. The teddy bear was right next to him on his left while Alison was on his right. Looking at Alison he said

"This city is sure beautiful like someone I know..."

The bench started to go up and Jack started to see the City.

Remius frowned, and looked for the emergancy phone, finding something similar enought as to make no difference, he punched in the number to get help.

"Yeh, we're watching through the camera, we know," said the voice on the other end before Remius could say anything. "We are working on it..."

The cameras at opposite corners of the levators ceiling each twitched slightly to show the occupants that they were aware of the problem.

Setting in the bench and the bar down Jack sat down. The teddy bear was right next to him on his left while Alison was on his right. Looking at Alison he said

"This city is sure beautiful like someone I know..."

The bench started to go up and Jack started to see the City.

Alison smiled. "Is it me?" she asked innocently as they rose slowly into the air.

"Any suggestions on what to do, or how long this might take?" Remius asked, before turning to the woman, "It looks like we may be here a while, so my name is Remius Sergie Alexandro Maruke Yokono Veid." He introduced himself.

Jack looked at her then back at the city as they rose from the ground.

"Yes it is you Alison."

"Any suggestions on what to do, or how long this might take?" Remius asked, before turning to the woman, "It looks like we may be here a while, so my name is Remius Sergie Alexandro Maruke Yokono Veid." He introduced himself.

"Alexia..." she responded simply; nothing more and nothing less.

Jack looked at her then back at the city as they rose from the ground.

"Yes it is you Alison."

"Awww...." Alison said as she inched closer to him on the bench.

As they reached the top of the Ferris Wheel it suddenly jerked to a stop; much more abruptly than normal.

"What happened?" Alison asked slightly nervous. "Is it broken?" she asked, knowing it was.

Remius was slightly annoyed by being rebuffed to his polite introduction, and decided to have a pseudo-nap. Propping his bag against a wall, he laided down and rested his head on it.

Jack wondered what happened. Calling down to the ground he said

"What happened? Why did we stop?"

Remius was slightly annoyed by being rebuffed to his polite introduction, and decided to have a pseudo-nap. Propping his bag against a wall, he laided down and rested his head on it.

The woman, Alexia (no weapons) (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/Alexia.jpg), likewise sat down on the ground in the corner of the elevator.

She closed her eyes momentarily, but they opened again as she looked up at the cameras which were watching them. She stood up in her thigh high green boots and momentarily stared into the lens. Then she removed her tight green jacket, revealing her thin, white, lacey bra which held up her large bust. Taking the jacket in her hand, she stood up on the toe of her boots and dropped the jacket over the camera. Turning around to look at the other camera she again stared, thinking momentarily. She reached down to her waist and pulled off her small green bottoms and subsequently hung them over the camera's lens.

She stood in the elevator only in her thigh high green boats, bra, and panties. Alexia then sat down on the floor and stretched out across the elevator, her long legs nearly reaching from corner to corner.

Jack wondered what happened. Calling down to the ground he said

"What happened? Why did we stop?"

"The motor jammed!" the attendant at the bottom called up. "We are calling over an engineering team now; they should be here soon to take a look at it."

The people in the line below began dispersing, knowing that they wouldn't have a chance to get on for a while.

"What do we do?" Alison asked as she got closer to Jack.

Remius opened his eyes as he heard Alexia moving about, and raised an eyebrow at her actions. Feeling if she wanted to either talk, explain her actions, or do anything else, she'd say so, he closed his eyes and went back to his pseudo-nap.

Remius opened his eyes as he heard Alexia moving about, and raised an eyebrow at her actions. Feeling if she wanted to either talk, explain her actions, or do anything else, she'd say so, he closed his eyes and went back to his pseudo-nap.

Alexia pulled her legs in briefly so that she could slip off her boots. As she slipped them off, a ten inch, sharp looking knife dropped out of the right boot and fell into her hand. She laid it on the floor next to her and placed the boots in the opposite corner of the elevator near Remius.

Alexia then stretched out again. It was a small elevator and her legs nearly touched the opposite corner, so this time when she angeled herself against the wall instead of sitting straight up, her legs found themselves laying casually across Remius. She seemed to pay no notice to the fact...

Seeing as a rather beautiful lady was partially draped over him, Remius felt obliged to speak, before his body betrayed him at least. "You do know you are partially laying on me, don't you?"

Seeing as a rather beautiful lady was partially draped over him, Remius felt obliged to speak, before his body betrayed him at least. "You do know you are partially laying on me, don't you?"


"Oh, I'm sorry. I just need a lot of room for my legs," she commented as she adjusted her legs, her left foot brushing over his thigh. "I didn't know it would be a problem for you..." she said, pressing her arms against the wall so that she could lean forward to get a more comfortable view of the person she was talking to; though at the same time she unknowingly pressed her berasts together, showing a vast amount of cleavage.

"It's not a problem, and if you want you can return your legs to their former postion." He replied as he began waging an internal battle between self-control and libido, "It's just I wanted to give myself some measure of protection against the inevitable slap."

"It's not a problem, and if you want you can return your legs to their former postion." He replied as he began waging an internal battle between self-control and libido, "It's just I wanted to give myself some measure of protection against the inevitable slap."

She had already began returning her feet and long legs to the position they had been in, as he spoke.

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously, either being actually naive or simply playing innocent.

"For some reason, and often through no fault of my own, my face and a woman's hand, attractive woman being the more common, connect, in a rather loud and painful way." Remius commented, "Freqently with me being called a cad or pig or some other name."

Jack turned to look at Alison and got closer to her. His body was touching Alison's body.

"I guess we have to enjoy the moment."

Feador rolled out of bed and glared at the alarm clock. Rubbing his eyes, he pulled on some clothes and headed downstairs, then to his car. He pulled out of his driveway, heading back downtown.

OOC: Is there a citywide power outage, or is the elevator fialing and the wheel stopping just a big coincedence?

"For some reason, and often through no fault of my own, my face and a woman's hand, attractive woman being the more common, connect, in a rather loud and painful way." Remius commented, "Freqently with me being called a cad or pig or some other name."

"What an odd occurence..." Alexia responded, apparently not understanding the meaning behind it.

Jack turned to look at Alison and got closer to her. His body was touching Alison's body.

"I guess we have to enjoy the moment."

Alison smiled, her temporary fears forgotten as she closed in against Jack. Her hands gripped his upper arm and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Feador rolled out of bed and glared at the alarm clock. Rubbing his eyes, he pulled on some clothes and headed downstairs, then to his car. He pulled out of his driveway, heading back downtown.

OOC: Is there a citywide power outage, or is the elevator fialing and the wheel stopping just a big coincedence?

OOC: Mere coincidence

"I know, I'm at a loss to explain it, but it happens." Remius replied as his libido and self-control reached a kind of neutral middle ground.

Jack looked toward Alison. He didn't mind at all that she was close.

"You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met."

Jack head got closer to Alison.

"I know, I'm at a loss to explain it, but it happens." Remius replied as his libido and self-control reached a kind of neutral middle ground.

"You don't know why you get slapped?" She asked. "Do you do anything to provoke it?"

Jack looked toward Alison. He didn't mind at all that she was close.

"You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met."

Jack head got closer to Alison.

"Awww, really?" she asked innocnetly as her head rested on Jack's shoulder, looking out over the city.

A few moments of silence passed as the engineering crew arrived on the scene and went about trying to figure out what the problem was.

"Want to go out with me.... steady?" she asked bluntly in a sweet tone.

Jack started to blush. This was his first time with a girlfriend.

"I would love to go steady with you. Well it seems they are trying to fix the ferris wheel."

He moved his head and his lips got closer to Alison's lips.

"Nothing deliberately. Most of the time it's either wrong time and wrong place, or an automated reaction. Thought I'm getting better at minimizing those." He replied

Jack started to blush. This was his first time with a girlfriend.

"I would love to go steady with you. Well it seems they are trying to fix the ferris wheel."

He moved his head and his lips got closer to Alison's lips.

"But why let this moment end..." Alison replied. "It is so beautiful up here..."


OOC: That would be nearly impossible to do... I don't know many people with four foot necks. Unless you know of some other way to kiss someone who is leaning against your shoulder (with the back of their head)...

"Nothing deliberately. Most of the time it's either wrong time and wrong place, or an automated reaction. Thought I'm getting better at minimizing those." He replied

"Oh..." Alexia replied.

After another moment of silence she looked towards him, "I'm bored."

Feador parkd his car in a lot, and walked out downtown. Perhaps something for an early breakfast...
He looked around the closest streets to see if there were any restaurants open at this time.

"Oh..." Alexia replied.

After another moment of silence she looked towards him, "I'm bored."
"Would you like to do something?" He asked

Feador parkd his car in a lot, and walked out downtown. Perhaps something for an early breakfast...
He looked around the closest streets to see if there were any restaurants open at this time.

There were only a couple that were open, and most had very few patrons. A couple of coffee shops and delis (and your occasional fruit stand), along with a few breakfast places - selling your normal eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausages, cereal, omlettes, etc - but not much else.

"Would you like to do something?" He asked

"Duh..!" she replied.

"What would you like to do?" He asked

Jack looked out toward to the city. The sun was just coming up.

"It sure is beautiful up here, but everything must come to an end."

Feador headed to the closest fruit stand. After skimming the choices, he bought a basic fruit salad and sat down on a bench to finish it.

"What would you like to do?" He asked

"I don't know... think of something," she replied, slightly annoyed, though not letting it show - if she could think of something to do... she'd be doing it.

Jack looked out toward to the city. The sun was just coming up.

"It sure is beautiful up here, but everything must come to an end."

"Let's move in together... where do you live?" she asked as the sun rose.

Feador headed to the closest fruit stand. After skimming the choices, he bought a basic fruit salad and sat down on a bench to finish it.

"They say the falcons ride high this time of year," said a man as he sat down beside Feader.

"Alison, I'm not from this country. I'm here on vacation and currently staying at The Mirage. This is my first time every coming out of my native country. You see back home my father owns the larges company in Canadstein."

Jack said as stared at the sunrise. He hoped this didn't hurt her feelings.

"Cards?" He asked

"Alison, I'm not from this country. I'm here on vacation and currently staying at The Mirage. This is my first time every coming out of my native country. You see back home my father owns the larges company in Canadstein."

Jack said as stared at the sunrise. He hoped this didn't hurt her feelings.

"Oooh, sounds dreamy. Let's move to Canadstein together!" she said triumphantly.

"Cards?" He asked

"Ye-" Alexia began to reply as the lights suddenly went out and the elevator was left pitch black. "...or not."

"Want to just talk then?" He asked

"The falcons?" said Feador, suprised.

sounds like the princess wants a gay man

OOC: Um....:rolleyes:

"Want to just talk then?" He asked

"Sure..." Alexia replied.

"WOHOH!!!" she cried out as the elevator rocked. "What was th-"

Before she could finish her question, the elevator began plunging downwards. Quickly gaining speed has it passed the lobby level and descended into the basement.

Suddenly, it jerked to a stop after what seemed like a lifetime of hell, though in reality it was only a couple short seconds. The doors opened, allowing an intensely bright light in, blinding the elevator's occupants.

"Get out..." said a deep voice from the light as a few feet a way the undeniable sound of a pistol's hammer cocking was heard.

"The falcons?" said Feador, suprised.

By the time Feador turned to reply, the man had already disappeared, seemingly into thin air.



((OOC: Just ignore the fool.))

Remius blinked at the bright light, and massaged his shoulder as it had been jerked by the decent. Picking up his bags, he exited the elevator.

"Maybe in time Alison."

Jack wondered when the engineers were going to be done fixing the ferris wheel.

"Wha?" Feador glanced around, setting his fruit down on the bench

Remius blinked at the bright light, and massaged his shoulder as it had been jerked by the decent. Picking up his bags, he exited the elevator.

As he stepped out of the elevator, two burly hands grabbed him from either side and thrust him into the back of a van - the door closing soon behind...

"Wha?" Feador glanced around, setting his fruit down on the bench

There was the odd person or two, the early wakers and go-getters of the world, but the man was nowhere to be found.

"Maybe in time Alison."

Jack wondered when the engineers were going to be done fixing the ferris wheel.

"Oh... come on," Alison persisted, "Promise me when we get down from here, you will take me to Canadstein."

With another glance around, Feador slowly sat down, feeling rahter glad that he had thought to bring on of his combat knives. He slowly picked up his fruity salad and continued to eat, looking around as he did so.