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ooc: This is another RP brought strait to you from the Irathria continent. Linkity (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=469056)


IC:
Atal Amner, High Minister of No Endorse, sat in a ferry running the frigid passage between the northern port of New Heisen and the island base of Tyria. He was writing a letter, which was odd for him, as he normally typed everything, but writing away he was. His long and flowing script, quite the fashion for politicians in this age, rambled on about numerous pieces of paper. He would occasionally rip the present sheet to shreds, and start over. However, he finally decided that his work was finished, and the letter was as good as it would ever be.


Dearest Violet,
In the recent weeks that I have been wandering about New Heisen and the base at Tyria, I have come under the most odd temperament. I admit I have never felt this way before in my life. I have decided that I shall go on a vacation, indeed the first in my duration as High Minister.

There is far too much cold in these northern latitudes, I would much like to go to a more friendly climate. In fact, just yesterday I witnessed a fleet tailing an icebreaker out of the harbor here. The very thought of being afraid that one will freeze on the trip makes my blood run cold.

Therefore, I am currently working to secure a trip to Florintine. I shan't be very long, only a couple of days. I entrust the house and the capital building into your able care in the mean time. Do keep my dearest brother from murdering the lovely Ministress of Foreign Relations. I have taking quite a liking to her (not in any way that threatens you, my dear), and I would hate to see her blown to shreds.

Again, I shall only be gone a matter of days my dear. I promise not to bring home any exotic southern girls, and to not declare any wars until I am back. My love and affection to you, and I hope that this next Governor’s Meeting will be more productive than the last one.
Your Husband,
Atal

Atal sealed the letter in an envelope, and had an aide hold onto it until they reached Tyria. From there, it would be mailed by the Military Postal Service, the most notoriously corrupt service in the history of mankind. The news would more than likely get out about his destination before he even made travel arrangements, but that was perfectly alright. For it was better for there to be speculation, then an announcement that proved the press wrong, than an announcement, and speculation based on fact. Speculations based on facts tended to be far more dangerous to the government than any other type.

Upon reaching Tyria and seeing his letter off, he went to an empty office and called a reasonably well-known Florintine beach resort. He idly hoped that it would be a woman who picked up the phone, they always had a good way of taking the choice out of things for him. He could head the click that meant the phone was tapped. Of course it was, it was tapped on his orders. This made it all the more likely that the news would get out, the tapping service would do almost anything for some extra money. Such a powerful but corrupt nation, quite ironic. But at least the tapping kept the people in line so well.

Finally the operator put him through, and the phone began trying to ring the Florintine number.

A reasonably attactive Cammereecci girl answered the phone.
"Clasheville Resort? Of course, I'll get him right away. She went to get the manager, who picked up his phone. "Hello?"

He played with a pencil on the desk. She seemed cute enough. Guess I'm speaking with buerocracy now though.

"Hello sir, I'd like very much to reserve a room at your hotel. However, I would first like to inquire about the weather you're having lately. Also, what city should I fly into? It is always so complicated these days to find a good route to somewhere, as there are just so many routes to everywhere. Which would you use if you were coming from No Endorse?"

"Well sir, usually I would recommend flying direct from your capital, however with the recent events in Omanli, we cannot be too sure that you will get through. Flying to Damtree, then to Clasheville would be a much better option. Our weather is excellent sir, we are enjoying tempetures in the high 70's on both sides of the Cammereecci penninsula. How long will you be staying?"

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ooc: Sorry about that, some FT junk needed adressing
IC:
"The weather in New Heisen right now is absolutly dreadful. I'll fly down to the city of Caranda near the river, and catch a civilian flight from there to Damtree. Are there directions to your hotel at the airport in Clasheville? If so, I can do everything from my end. I'll pay as soon as I arrive."

"Ok sir. We will wait for your arrival. We will send a limo."

"Thank you very much."

Amner hung up the phone, and left the office. In not twenty minutes, he was on a plane bound for Caranda, and soon afterwards, onto an international flight into Florintine. He detested the airline pretzles immensely, but that was perfectly alright, as the apple juice was still quite good, and the stewardess quite lovely.

I should write a poem about airline stewardesses. It would probably be a hit. Well, everything I do is a hit, as there's no one brave enough to criticize my abilities. Ah, the down sides of holding the reins of power, I imagine my head has grown several orders of magnitude by now.

As the airplane set down in Clasheville, he could already tell that the weather would be wonderful. He exited the gate at the airport, moving towards the parking lot. I wonder if there's a welcome party from the hotel? If not, that's perfectly alright.

A black limo pulled up beside him. "Good morning Mr. Amner! I am your limo to the hotel. Jump inside, we have some of our world famous rum on board, just for you!