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Bienvenido!
Welcome to the Coalition of Preservation Conference! For those of you that have signed up, you are welcome to arrive at the venue whenever you please.

Attention CPC attendees:
The Commencement Speech will occur in the Grand Conference Room on the following date. ((IRL: Thursday, June 14th)) The Conference will be given by Antonov Khruschev, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Yukos/MOil Joint Oil Conglomerate. The floor will then be yielded to speakers from all countries and their technicians. Discussion is allowed after each presentation.

The Venue:
The CPC will be held at the Havana International Conference Center.
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A little information about El Palacio de Convenciones de La Habana...
The Havana International Conference Center, inaugurated in 1979, is an institution specialized in promoting, organizing and hosting national and international congresseses, conferences, symposia, meetings, fairs and exhibitions. The Center's 60,000 square meters are located in a residential suburb west of downtown Havana, just 300 meters from the sea.

Guests attending the CPC will stay in the Comodoro, Neptuno, and Triton Hotels.

The conference rooms have facilities for simultaneous interpretation in six languages, closed-circuit color TV, videotape, cassette and tape recording service, 16-, 35-mm and super 8 film and slide projection, air conditioning and parlamentary seating system.

Other facilities

. print shop
. typing pool and photocopy service
. office rental
. translation and interpretation
. photography
. store
. beauty parlor
. five snack bars
. cafeteria
. banquet and reception area accommodating 2000 guests
. the Buc n Restaurant, seating 500
. international telex
. international telephone
. press center
. medical care
. exhibit areas
. transportation
. public address system, recording and color TV
. lodging in luxurious residences

Please take advantage of the facilities here while we work for a better world!

OOC: ONLY NATIONS WHO ARE ON THE SIGN UP LIST LOCATED HERE (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=487656) MAY ROLEPLAY HERE. THE CONFERENCE WILL INITIATE WITH A SPEECH BY ANTONOV KHRUSCHEV, YMJOC, POSTED BY MYSELF.

Lord High Imperator Yriel calls an international press conference for an undisclosed reason.....

Department of Energy and Conversation

Annabell was haned a packet, she opend it and realized it was for an eco-preservation confrense. Fossil Fules we're being expended no doubt about that.

"This is your next assingment." Her boss told her.

She hopped on a plan, and arrived in Havana. It seemed like a two-sided trip, part vacation part work.

A simple white 737 followed by an An-124 landed at the airport, from there the 15 engineers and representatives left by private car to the Triton Hotel, about 45 engineers stayed with the An-124 unloading 5 trucks to be inspected by Cuban officials.

Kieran Dagher arrived in Havana. She looked around at the surrounding. The sun was beating down on her. She looked at the her program. Apparently she was staying at the Neptuno. Sounded nice enough. She exited the airport and got into the car that as waiting for her.

"This conference should prove interesting", she thought to herself.

A simple white 737 followed by an An-124 landed at the airport, from there the 15 engineers and representatives left by private car to the Triton Hotel, about 45 engineers stayed with the An-124 unloading 5 trucks to be inspected by Cuban officials.

As the white 737 touched down at the Jose Marti International Airport, it was taxiid to a private terminal. The An-124 was led to a private hangar. Upon entrance the hangar doors were closed and the internal flourescent lights were activated. Military advisors and guards supervised the unloading of the trucks. Military engineers and technicians searched the trucks before finally passing the trucks through what appeared to be a giant metal detector. The trucks were then led, with their accompanying personnel, via a military convoy to a warehouse adjacent to the conference center.

Lord High Imperator Yriel ascended the steps onto the plinth in the conference room, settled himself, and began his address. "Ladies and gentlemen" the microphone eminated with admirable resonance "It is my intention in the following weeks to ensure the economic future of our nation in the following century. We are forced to the conlcusion that the use of fossil fuels is neother morally, nor economically, defensible, and thus attend this conference with an eye towards procuring a viable alternative fuel for the Blessed Chris. We hope both to secure the economic, and environmental sustainability of the blessed Chris, and have high hopes of a successsful resolution."

The Airbus A380 carrying the Secular Empire of Maraque representative was en route to the airport to attend the summit.

"Empress, is there anything specifically you want me to say?"

"Nothing comes to mind, Jovan. Just do your best. Okay?"

"Yes Empress. I'll talk to you soon. Bye."

And with that, he hung up the phone just minutes before the plane landed.

A Cuban reporter raised his hand and proferred this question:

"Imperator Yriel, it is understandable that you wish to seek out alternative fuel sources, but how do you believe that the use of fossil fuels are morally reprehensible?"

A Cuban reporter raised his hand and proferred this question:

"Imperator Yriel, it is understandable that you wish to seek out alternative fuel sources, but how do you believe that the use of fossil fuels are morally reprehensible?"

"Whilst we do not deplore their use by other nations, given our economic strength, we have abused our environment for too long, and intend to establish the Blessed Chris as an international paragon of environmental sustainability. Moreover, we will offer economic and logistical aid to all nations who follow us in actively seeking alternative fuel sources"

Two Leer jets touched down, one white, the other black. Off of them stepped Chancellor Blackhelm, and a representative from Griffincrest Oil

"Whilst we do not deplore their use by other nations, given our economic strength, we have abused our environment for too long, and intend to establish the Blessed Chris as an international paragon of environmental sustainability. Moreover, we will offer economic and logistical aid to all nations who follow us in actively seeking alternative fuel sources"

A Sierra Visions Inc. engineer who had been listening piped up, "The only reason fossil fuels are dangerous to the environment is because we have opened up the Carbon loop and are releasing excess carbon, what if we could close the carbon loop, would fossil fuels be morally reprehensible then?"

A Sierra Visions Inc. engineer who had been listening piped up, "The only reason fossil fuels are dangerous to the environment is because we have opened up the Carbon loop and are releasing excess carbon, what if we could close the carbon loop, would fossil fuels be morally reprehensible then?"

"You actually expect me to be informed? Jesus tittyfucking Christ you want too much! If fossil fuels could be altered into non-pollututant fuels, we would wityhdraw all objections"

OOC: It's been a long time since I've done a roleplay here. Should I keep the signup going or should I start the conference? Should I expect a larger attendance or is this pretty much it in II these days?

OOC: It's been a long time since I've done a roleplay here. Should I keep the signup going or should I start the conference? Should I expect a larger attendance or is this pretty much it in II these days?

I've just started, let people join for a few days I'd say though.

Antonov Khruschev arrived via a corporate jet from the Soviet Union, where he had taken care of some business matters. He felt it good to be back in Cuba, even though he was Soviet-born. Cuba was his home now. He disembarked the jet and met with his staff on the tarmac.

"Antonov, I invited a Mr. Carter representing the Aztec National League to the conference," Carlos Delgado, President of R&D said, "I offered him a VIP pass."

"Muy bien, Carlos," Antonov said as he reviewed the attending list for the conference, "Well, let us mingle. I believe my opening speech can wait a day or two while we shake and grin."

The YMJOC staff climbed into a nearby limousine. It travelled to the conference center with only a black hybrid SUV following behind with a security detail. At the conference center, Antonov and Carlos disembarked while the rest of the staff and their luggage would check in at a VIP suite in the Comodoro Hotel. Antonov and Carlos were exquisitely dressed in the height of fashion, Carlos wearing a charcoal-gray two-button suit with thing pinstripes. He was wearing a light blue shirt and a yellow and light-blue swirl tie. Antonov was wearing a black three-button suit with a light, lime-green shirt underneath and unbuttoned. He and Carlos were to make their rounds about the conference center, greeting those who had arrived so far.

OOC: Come up to them, as I do not know where in the Center you all will be.

The delegation from Hydac, led by Deputy Minister Charles Tolliver, entered and tooke thier seats after being searched.

Tolliver had watched the early broadcasts of the conference and began his speech.

"The Blessed Chris stands before this conference today and talks of how they find the use of fossil fuels morally indefensible. I wonder then, if Lord Imperator Yriel will explain to everyone here, why his nation is currently involved in military operations in Hydac with the aim of forcibly taking control of our oil reserves?"

The Chancellor and representative from Griffincrest Oil walked up to the Communist and introduced themselves. "It is a pleasure to meet you sir." Chancellor Blackhelm said.

The delegation from Hydac, led by Deputy Minister Charles Tolliver, entered and tooke thier seats after being searched.

Tolliver had watched the early broadcasts of the conference and began his speech.

"The Blessed Chris stands before this conference today and talks of how they find the use of fossil fuels morally indefensible. I wonder then, if Lord Imperator Yriel will explain to everyone here, why his nation is currently involved in military operations in Hydac with the aim of forcibly taking control of our oil reserves?"

Yriel was ired at the daring of the minister, wondering what prompted him to question his entirely clement message, and in an instant decided to remain apolitical at this juncture. Giving the minister a blank, entirely illegible stare, he merely pronounced " The military exploits of my nation are immaterial in relation to this conference, however I can inform you that our presence in Hydac is motivated by an entirely seperate concern. Good day to you". With that dismissal, Yriel stood up, thanked the journalists for their time, and left the room.

Bump

The Chancellor and representative from Griffincrest Oil walked up to the Communist and introduced themselves. "It is a pleasure to meet you sir." Chancellor Blackhelm said.

Antonov extended his hand, remembering the faces from his attendance list, "The pleasure is all mine, Chancellor. May I introduce you to my associate Carlos Delgado, President of Research and Development."

Carlos extended his tanned hand in likewise fashion, flashing a white, friendly smile, "Buenos dias."

Antonov extended his hand, remembering the faces from his attendance list, "The pleasure is all mine, Chancellor. May I introduce you to my associate Carlos Delgado, President of Research and Development."

Carlos extended his tanned hand in likewise fashion, flashing a white, friendly smile, "Buenos dias."

Despite his bad mood, Yriel was compelled by protocol to approach the leaders in the corridoor and introduce himself. "My esteemed friends, I am Lord High Imperator Yriel of the Blessed Chris", he exclaimed, extending his hand.....

The head representative of the company, Mary Sanderson approached the gathering crowd. Her lapel pin was taking photographs and emailing them to a nearby computer, for encrypted transmission to a detective agency. This was business, a far more dangerous game than military matters.

Despite his bad mood, Yriel was compelled by protocol to approach the leaders in the corridoor and introduce himself. "My esteemed friends, I am Lord High Imperator Yriel of the Blessed Chris", he exclaimed, extending his hand.....

Antonov turned his head and graciously took the hand, "Good day to you, your excellency. It is a pleasure to meet you. May I introduce you to Carlos Delgado, my Preisdent of Yukos/Moil's R&D sector?" He gestured towards the shorter Cuban man to his left.

"Buenos dias, senor."

Kieran Dagher had been observing the opening statement of Yriel. She had agreed about finding alternate fuels but could not understand the moral implications of the carbon based fuels. She aproached Yriel as he stood in the corridor.

"Good day sir. I am Kieran Dagher, the environment minister for Londim. I agree whole heartedly with your search for alternate fuels but please just explain to me the moral part of the subject. I do not fully understand."

Antonov continued walking the lengths of corridor. He discreetly looked around while he took a sip of water from a water fountain. Luckily, no one was approaching him for a greeting. He straightened and reached into his jacket, withdrawing a keycard. "Let's go, Carlos." He slid the keycard through the reader adjacent to the door next to the water fountain. The green light illuminated and a clicking was heard. Antonov turned the doorknob and began walking up a set of carpeted stairs immediately behind the door. Carlos followed, the door automatically closing behind them and the locking mechanism resetting, the red light illuminating and denying entry.

Antonov and Carlos entered into the lavishly decorated VIP conference room, Antonov's interim office in an adjacent room. He pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it on and off his forehead in different places, "It is much colder in Russia than it is here, Carlos."

"I can imagine, Antonov," Carlos said as he seated himself in a deep leather chair at the large, polished conference table. He loosened his tie and unbottoned his shirt.

Antonov walked over to a water cooler and dispensed himself a glass of water, "Carlos are you thirsty?"

Carlos glanced over and moved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Antonov collapsed into his chair at the head of the table and sipped at his water, "Ah...Carlos, when will the other board members arrive?"

Carlos shrugged and tapped his pen on the table, "Beats me."

Antonov leaned over and experimented with the conference center's electronics board before finding the intercom system. His assistant walked in moments later.

"Yes, Mr. Khruschev?"

"Maria, when are the other board members due to arrive?"

"We've only received correspondance from MOil, and they did not give us a confirmed date of arrival."

"Ah..very well," Antonov frowned, "Maria, please bring my speech to me in due time. I'd like to review it before I read it."

"Of course, Mr. Khruschev. Anything else?"

"No, gracias, Maria." He watched her leave and shut the door, "Carlos, explain to me these new processes I'm going to be talking about."

Carlos slid his chair over along with his briefcase. He pulled out one stack of papers, "Well boss, this is our newest development regarding Project Brownhouse. We've developed a quicker and more energy efficient way to retrieve the oil shale using the..........."

The summit had barley begun and things we're heating up.

"I'm Annabell Roberts, I'm from Kanami, it's a pleasure to meet you all. " She went around shaking the hands of all the visiting dignataries.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Roberts. I'm Jovan Norris of Maraque." He said as he shook her hand.

"Pleasure, great pleasure to meet you."

This message sounded through the Conference Center in many languages, as well as being posted on every external door in the center:

Attention CPC attendees:
The Commencement Speech will occur in the Grand Conference Room on the following date. ((IRL: Thursday, June 14th)) The Conference will be given by Antonov Khruschev, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Yukos/MOil Joint Oil Conglomerate. The floor will then be yielded to speakers from all countries and their technicians. Discussion is allowed after each presentation.

Antonov Khruschev and Carlos Delgado left their hotel room accompanied by six black-suited security personnel. Following close behind were their secretaries and lower staff members. Antonov chatted gaily about the beautiful weather they were having as they descended to the lobby in the elevator.

In the lobby, four security guards had cleared the lobby and four more waited outside. Antonov greeted each by name as he strolled through the lobby and out the door. Accompanied now by 14 security guards and staff, Antonov strode down the sidewalk of the pristine street towards the conference center.

The sun greatly warmed the back of Antonov’s black pin-stripe suit, the only reprieve being the blue and white-pinstriped shirt underneath which he left unbuttoned. He preferred to think of himself as a new-age businessman. His left hand ran through his rather wavy brown hair, which had lightened in the summer months. He was told he had a few grays hidden away in there, too. No matter. He glanced to his side through his blue-tinted sunglasses at his President of R&D Carlos Delgado. Antonov liked him. He was a very capable man and an incredibly strong leader in the presence of his engineers and technicians. He was not a public speaker, no, latin American modestly ran through his blood. Antonov had hand-picked Carlos from a company that Yukos/MOil Joint Oil Conglomerate had subsidized a few years ago. Carlos showed an amazing talent for filling engineers with ambitions and setting reachable goals. Carlos had shown his vast talent since he was hired. The Yukos/MOil Joint Oil Conglomerate was an incredible source of new technologies that saved time, energy, and manpower.

One of Antonov’s security detail strode ahead and entered the conference center, conversing with the Chief of Security there to make sure the building was secure. Antonov and Carlos entered through a held door into the lavish lobby. He smiled for the reporters and grabbed Carlos and pulled him into the shots. After a couple pictures he graciously apologized, and headed towards the private conference room to have a last look at his speech before he began to read it.

The gaily-lit corridors of the convention center sounded with the following announcement in six different languages:

Attention all CPC attendees. The CPC will formally commence with a speech by the Chairman of the Board of the Directors of the Yukos/MOil Joint Oil Conglomerate. Please proceed to the grand conference room immediately and find your seat. Thank you.

OOC: Considering how I'm joining this a bit late, let's just say that the ANL's delegation is just arriving at the Conference Center...

IC:

If there was one thing that was looked down upon in the ANL, it was the idea of being fashionably late. Of course, they delegation from Aztlán's journey wasn't even considered 24 hours ago, and, if they had missed anything, they were merely formalities and introductory things. However, for the anxious but more sociable Vice Premier, that was already too much missed.

The ANL's delegation arrived at the Conference Center in la Habana. The city had always been a place of interest within the many different cultures of the ANL. In part due to the feeling of solidarity and past alliances, but also, because it was the closest big city outside of the ANL's borders. However, if the group was able to do site seeing, it would be afterwards.

The four people got out of the car and walked into the large edifice. With their VIP credentials, the four continued walking. John Carter started off by saying, "I'm glad to have gotten off that plane...I hate flying."

The other two laughed slightly, as it was well known how much the Economics Minister hated air travel...The Vice Premier however, stopped and said, "Ah, here we go, Grand Conference Room this way."

It was only a short jaunt and within five minutes the four took their seats at the delegation...Jokingly, Coyotepec said, "Last to arrive, first to sit."