NationStates Jolt Archive

Seeing as we've been around for almost a year, we feel that it is time to open international diplomatic relations.

There are very few requirements in order to do this. All we need is your Nation name, the name of the ambassador that you'll be sending and any specifications for office and or building space. We are not decorators. That's up to you. Also, if your nation has only been in existence for a week or two, you will probably be rejected. If this happens, please feel free to re-apply when your nation had been around for a bit longer.

If you would like to know more about Karmicaria, just ask. We don't care who you ask, just do it.

Any Nations that are in the same region as Karmicaria are already assumed to have diplomatic relations with both these nations, so you really don't need to apply. However, you can post ambassador details and Embassy descriptions if you wish. Once this is done, I will add the ambassadors to the list.

(OOC)Please attempt to put some effort into your posts. I love a good (and funny) RP post!
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Already Established Diplomatic Relations:

The Federal Republic of Omigodtheykilledkenny
Ambassador to OMGTKK: Casandra Chase
Ambassador from OMGTKK: Mark Reyes

Akimonad
Ambassador to Akimonad : Rep. David Czolgosz
Ambassador from Akimonad : Richard Greir

The Commonwealth of the Wolf Guardians
Ambassador to the Commonwealth: Elanara
Ambassador from the Commonwealth: Radulf and Faolán

The Modified Acceleration Engine of HotRodia
Ambassador to HotRodia: Jim Bathory
Ambassador from HotRodia: Leruna Harter

The Capitalist Republic of McPsychoville
Ambassador to McPsychoville: Undecided
Ambassador from McPsychoville: Unamed

The Federation of Aunesia
Ambassador to Aunesia: Undecided
Ambassador from Aunesia: Felix Munroe

The Dark Empire of Shazbotdom
Ambassador to Shazbotdom: Undecided
Ambassador from Shazbotdom: Mark Johnson

Angaor Federation
Ambassador to Angaor Federation: Undecided
Ambassador from Angaor Federation: Ambassador kelly Nemi

The Official title-less nation of Kelssek
Ambassador to Kelssek: Miranda (Randi) Jones
Ambassador from Kelssek: Pierre-Marc Beauregard

The Constitutional Monarchy of Altanar
Ambassador to Altanar: Undecided
Ambassador from Altanar: Hon. Derin Loska

Dr. Jules Hodz, UN Ambassador for Akimonad, walked in to Commodore Daniel Heusen's office.

"Ah, Dr. Hodz. I thought you might be out in the GA arguing our side for the Repeal." Heusen said.

"Nah. It's pretty open and shut. It's looks like it's gonna pass, or at least that's what Pilot tells us in his redundant UN News Agency reports. Besides, the other UN DEFCON members are doing a good job." Hodz replied.

"What brings you here?"

"New developments out of Karmicaria, sir."

"Ah. What kind?"

"They've opened an embassy exchange program."

"Oh! I've been meaning to contact them. I already had a guy lined up."

"F'real?"

"Yes. Send over Rep. David Czolgosz."

"The prestigious MP who helped solve the economic crisis in 2001?"

"That's the one. Send him, and with a letter."

To Whom it May Concern:
The Autocratic Commonwealth of Akimonad wishes to establish diplomatic relations with your nation. We are sending David Czolgosz to be our ambassador.

Respectfully,
Dr. Jules Hodz
Akimonad UN Ambassador

"Hey, Sammy! We got this guy and this letter from those Aki guys!"

"What? Give that here. Oh, this is the man they sent as an ambassador. Welcome Mr. Czolgosz." Samara glared at Tristan. "You really should be more polite, dear."

"Sorry. Anyway, do we know who we're going to send to them? Why is it that we decided to do this when our government is such a mess?"

"It's necessary." she was looking over a list of names. "Hmm...how about we do something different and send one of the men? Yes, and I know exactly which man." She stood and walked out of the room, returning moments later with a young man on her arm. "Tristan, this is Richard Greir. He will be our ambassador to Akimonad."

"Nice to meet you. I do hope you have all your shots and your papers in order, because you're leaving today. Take this with you." Tristan handed Richard a letter and smiled. "Took me no time to whip that baby up!"

"I will serve you well as an ambassador for our fine nation."

"I'm sure you will, darling. Now go. Time to catch a flight!"

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To: Dr. Jules Hodz, Akimonad UN Ambassador
From Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Harem of Karmicaria

We have accepted your request for an embassy. In return, we would like to open a Karmicarian embassy within your fine nation. We have sent Mr. Richard Greir as our ambassador to you. Please do find a place for him until we can send someone along to help with the set up.

Sincerely,
Sammy Rein
Harem of Karmicaria.

"Begin video."

The screen fades up, revealing a bipedal wolf in a standard CWG suit. Considering the nature of the universe, this wasn't particularly odd. What was slightly different, however, was that this wolf seemed to be jet black, which was rather a curiosity, as most Guardians' fur was light gray. He looked considerably smaller than most Guardians seen outside the Commonwealth, and also seemed completely lost for some reason.

"Er... is it on?"

"Affirmative.

"Oh... uh. Where's..."

Just then, a door at the side of the screen and a wolf virtually indistinguishable from the speaker walked in and stood next to the first. Both then seemed to become quite confident and not at all lost.

"Oh. Good. Um... Greetings, Karmicarian friends! I'm Radulf."

"And I'm Faolán."

"We have been selected by the Alpha to represent the interests of the Commonwealth in Karmicaria..."

"...as well as supporting friendly relationships between our nations..."

"...assuming we have your permission and support to do so."

"We would require very little in the way of quarters..."

"...so we'd likely fly in a CC prefab building."

There was silence, as the wolves apparently tried to think of anything else to say.

"We look forward to serving the interests of international diplomacy..."

"...wherever that road may lead. End transmission."

The screen faded to black, and then came back up to a different scene. Wolfgang, the Guardian-UN Ambassador and Beta of the CWG Office of Foreign Affairs, appeared on the screen, with the logo of the UN displayed behind him.

"Greetings, friends of the Commonwealth. I apologize for the unconventional behavior of these two, but they're very young, and rather an odd pair. They're the most advanced students in our country, and as such, they've finished their schooling very early and are on their way towards becoming diplomats. Well... I suppose I should say the two of them are becoming one diplomat. They've always done everything together. Technically, none of us are blood-related..." He bit his lip. "So we don't really know why they're a, identical, and b, inseparable. But, oh well. We look forward to hearing back from you. End recording."

"End video."

"Okay, that was um...interesting." Samara sat at her desk feeling a little confused. "Should we accept their request?"

"Yes! The Guardians have supported and defended Karmicaria in almost, if not every, proposal that we had brought before the General Assembly. They have not once turned their back on us. Establishing official diplomatic relations would be of great benefit to both our nations."

"Wow. Right then. Who should we send as an ambassador in return? Hmmm...How about Elanara. She's already in the UN building. At least she was the last time I checked. Yes, we'll send her. She loves to travel!" Samara picked up the phone. "Elanara? It's Sammy. Good, you? That's great. Where are you right now. Perfect. We have a job for you. You are going to be our ambassador to The Commonwealth of the Wolf Guardians. Really? How perfect it that? Right I'll have the papers faxed to Dahlia's office and get one of the aides to bring them to you. Yes. No, don't approach him until you have the documents in your hand. Okay, talk to you later then."

"Well?"

"It seems that our dear Elanara is at the bar and there just happens to be a Guardian there. I need you to write up the usual letter, Tristan and then fax it to Dahlia's office."

"On it, ma'am."
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To: The Commonwealth of the Wolf Guardians
From: Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs Harem of Karmicaria

To whom it may concern,

The Harem of Karmicaria has accepted your request of an Embassy. In return, we will be sending an ambassador of our own. Her name is Elanara. She will serve well.

If there is anything that you may need, please do not hesitate to ask.


Sincerely,

Samara Rein

"Begin video."

The pseudo-twins became visible on the screen. It's impossible to tell which one is which, and they seemed to know it.

"Greetings, friends! We've received your go-ahead for this whole shebang..."

"...and, as you can see behind us, we've begun loading our building and stuff onto a transport."

"We'll take off shortly..."

"... if you'd be so kind as to tell us..."

"...where you'd like our building."

The two of them, grinning mischievously, waved at the camera, which decided that was the fade-out signal.

"End video."

Official Message
From The
Ministry of Hospitality


Minister Rein,

As the Minister of Hospitality for the Modified Acceleration Engine of HotRodia, I extend the hand of friendship to the lovely land of Karmicaria. Given that our nation's respective and respected UN Ambassadors have already established presumably diplomatic marital relations, I thought it fitting that our entire nations have relations with each other as well. In the hope that our relations will be long and smooth, I will send, if you consent, Leruna Harter as our member in the Harem. She is young and eager, and will be able to satisfy her duties for a long time to come. She has no preference as to where she is placed, being a flexible young woman. I await your response, and I would like it if you would let me know if there is anything we can to make our offer more attractive.

With Respect,

Minister of Hospitality
Meritania Garrote

Tristan stared blankly into space as the message from the wolf "twins" ended. "Well, they are interesting, I suppose."

"Indeed. We really should get our President in place. I'll have to finish taking care of that soon."

"Yes, it should have been taken care of before we started this whole embassy exchange thing. Speaking of which, this arrived this morning." Tristan handed her a piece of paper that kind of smelled like motor oil.

"Ah...HotRodia." she smiled as she read the letter. "They wish to open an embassy in Karmicaria. It's about frickin' time, too."

"What do you mean? We've only just started the exchange."

"Well, Adrienne figured it would happen as soon as Dahlia and Accelerus were married."

"Well, we could have done the same you know. I believe that HotRodia has their own exchange."

"Right. Get to writing them back."

Tristan rolled his eyes "Yes, ma'am."
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To: Minister Garrote
From: Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs, The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria
Re: Embassy Exchange

It is with great honour that we approve your embassy in Karmicaria. We assure you that your Ambassador to Karmicaria will have the best and most comfortable accomodations and will be taken very good care of.

In exchange, we would like to send an ambassador to the wonderful nation of HotRodia. He is a very respectable member of society and needs to get away for a while. His name is Jim Bathory, brother of our dearly departed Queen Adrienne.

Sincerely,
Samara Rein
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria

"Sir?" shouts the young Deputy Minister for International Relations through the heavy wooden door. He'd been trying to get the attention of his boss, Timu Toskala, for the best part of five minutes over an event that required his presence. Johnny Rodman disliked having to do it, but protocol dictated so.

"Sir, if you're in there, there's a nation requesting diplomatic relations with us. What do I do?"

There was a burst of oddly shrill giggling from inside, folloed by Toskala shouting "What are they like ecomonically?"

"Ecomonically?" John muttered to himself, before shaking his head. "About our level, they're just smaller."

"Sign us up, Johnny boy!"

"What is going on there?" John said to himself, utterly bemused by his boss' lax attitude of late to his post. Sitting at his uncomfortable desk, he began the task of writing Toskala's letters and notes for him like so many other times.

"Dear nation of Karmicaria,

The Capitalist Republic of McPsychoville welcomes you on the scene of international diplomacy, and warns you to always keep a rock nearby. As befits a nation of your economic standing, I myself would be honoured to become the McPsychovillian ambassador to your fair nation. The precise details of the embassy and security will be provided later if you choosr to accept our offer.

Yours,
Senior Minister for International Relations,
Timu Toskala"

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Official Diplomatic Communication to The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria

Greetings and Salutations,

On behalf of the peoples of the Federation of Aunesia, I would like to extend the hand of friendship to your nation, and your citizens. In order to expand, extend and improve our relations, to the benefit of both our fine nations we would be honoured to enter into an exchange of embassies, to this end, please find our details below.

We would warmly welcome an embassy of yours in our capital, Strando (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=513426).

Yours,

A.Short
- Andrew Short
- Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs
- Federation of Aunesia


.:: Embassy Information ::.

Full Nation Name: The Federation of Aunesia
Political System: Democratic Federal Republic
Name of Leader: President Elizabeth Rolands
Alliances: The Sovereign League
UN Member: No

Head of Diplomatic Mission: Ambassador Felix Munroe
Family in accompaniment: No
Details: N/A

Number of diplomatic staff: 20
Specifics:
1x Trade Attaché
1x Cultural Attaché
1x Head of Consular Affairs
3x Policy Officers
3x Operational Officers
3x Executive Assistants
7x Administrative Assistants

Number of miltary personnel: 10
Specifics: VIP Protection Squad / Marine Detachment

Number of fixed-wing aircraft: 1
Specifics: 1 x Eclipse 500 VLJ

Number of helicopters: 2
Specifics: 1x Super Puma AS 332L2, 1x EC 130 B4 [All unarmed]

Number of land vehicles: 6
Specifics: 4x Volkswagen Phaeton (black), 2x Lexus RX 400h (black)

Weaponry and munitions:
10x SIG P229 pistols
10x MP5KA4 Sub-Machine Guns

Please declare the following...
- Any Ongoing Military Action involving your nation: None
- Any International Disputes involving your nation: None
- Any other relevant information: None

"Oh, yes ... I think that would be prudent ... very much so ... well, thank you very much, former President Bathory; enjoy your time in HotRodia." And with that, the Kennyite deputy ambassador to Karmcaria hung up the phone. What the fuck was wrong with these insane, erratic, unpredictable, sexy, sexy sluts?! he pondered to himself as he turned his attention to some diplomatic papers. No sooner does their previous president die than they send off their new president to another nation? This is setting up to be the most complicated transition in all human history ....

His inner dialogue was interrupted by the sudden appearance at the office door of a rather sweaty Mark Reyes in workout shorts and a T-shirt, with a towel draped over his shoulder and an ornate silver urn cradled in his left arm. "Out of my chair, Greg," he demanded. "I got some ambassador stuff to do."

"Ambassador!" Hunter said with surprise as he cleared the way for his superior. "I wasn't expecting you in the office today! ... Uhh, what's that you got there?"

Reyes set the urn down on his desk with a clunk. "Susa, apparently. Those freaky royal officials were so caught up jumping at anything with a dick that they accidentally had him cremated."

"That is Secretary Batko-Yovino?" asked Hunter as he settled into a chair beside the ambassador's desk.

"That's what I said," Reyes replied with uninterest as he flopped down into his leather office chair.

"Well, if that's him, then who was it the Xt'Tapolopaquetl were angrily marching down the street (http://www.middle-east-online.com/pictures/big/_8797_palestinian-funeral-6-2-2004.jpg) with last week?"

Reyes shrugged. "Who knows? Probably some foreigner they'd kidnapped and beheaded on the Internet. I ain't asking them any questions."

"And who is it lying in the casket at the altar of the Castle Church, for that funeral service (http://z11.invisionfree.com/Antarctic_Oasis/index.php?showtopic=389) that just won't end?"

Again, a shrug. "Some jaywalker they executed? Who knows?"

"This is very unsettling," Hunter said. "Imagine how the militants will react when they learn the Karmicarians desecrated the remains of one of their most popular figures!"

"Meh," replied the senior ambassador, now lying back in his chair, his eyes resting.

Hunter cleared his throat and started leafing through the documents in his lap. "Well, I probably should tell you now so you aren't unnecessarily confused later, the acting president of the Spankingly Delicious Harem is seeking a more 'normal' life abroad after the stress of losing his sister, so they've dispatched him as envoy to HotRodia, which means there's yet another president coming down the pipe soon. It's imperative that we offer our services to the former queendom as they carry on with their transition ..." He looked up at his superior. "Er, Ambassador?"

Snoring.

"What are you doing, sir? You said you had business to take care of."

Reyes slowly opened his eyes and cast an annoyed look on his deputy, not turning his head. "This is my usual business here, Greg. I've gotta get some rest before the triple-header I'm pulling tonight."

"'Triple-header,' sir?"

"Three important clients, one after the other, all wanting a piece of meat-- ah, piece of me. You know how business has been booming now that all them lonely Karmicarian women are all depressed over the loss of their sovereign ... and that scumbag (ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Susa_Batko-Yovino) she was married to." He lazily pointed at the urn.

Hunter's gaze was naturally drawn to the late king's remains. "Uhh, yes, Ambassador. But I think you should stay awake for just a few moments. There are one or two important items to discuss."

Reyes crossed his arms and squirmed in his chair, refusing to open his eyes. "Make it fast, dull-boy," he commanded.

"The Harem has announced an open embassy-exchange with powers from all over the NS world, so now may be an advantageous time to expand our diplomatic presence and open a consular office in a major city of cultural importance somewhere in their territories."

Reyes moaned softly, his eyes still shut. "Any pissant little Karmicarian town worth considering?" he asked.

"I'm working on that, sir."

"Good," the ambassador said drowsily. "Now get out -- no, hold on!" He sat up, suddenly alert. "With a bunch of emissaries coming to town, and the sluts setting up a diplomatic corps, doesn't that make me, as longest-serving ambassador in Karma City ... ?"

"Yes," Hunter said dully. "A callboy (ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Mark_Reyes) as dean of the Karmicarian Diplomatic Corps. What could be more fitting?"

"Fucking A!" Reyes concluded sleepily as lay back in his chair, drifting off to dreamland.

"I seems that we've fallen behind on responding to those requesting an embassy, Sammy."

"Yes, I know. Things have been chaotic around here. Anyway, who do we have now?"

"Hmm...let's see. The Federation of Aunesia and The Capitalist Republic of McPsychoville."

"Never heard of them. Have you done any background checks...I mean research on them?"

"A little. They seem okay."

"Right, well I suppose we could accept. Send them both the standard letter letting them know. Have either of them assigned an ambassador?"

"Yes, they have. Shall I find a couple of suitable candidates to send to them?"

"Sure. Pick whoever you want. Maybe a couple of Callboys or girls."

"Right. I know exactly who to pick."

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To: The Capitalist Republic of McPsychoville
From: The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria
Re: Embassy Exchange

We are happy to accept your request for an embassy within Karmicaria. You will be given a lovely office in the Embassy building in Karma City. We have not yet chosen an ambassador to send in return, but will let you know as soon as we have. If there is anything that you require or desire, please do not hesitate to let us know.

Sincerely,

Samara Rein
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Harem of Karmicaria

To: The Federation of Aunesia
From: The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria
Re: Embassy Exchange

We are happy to accept your request for an embassy within Karmicaria. You will be given a lovely office in the Embassy building in Karma City. We have not yet chosen an ambassador to send in return, but will let you know as soon as we have. If there is anything that you require or desire, please do not hesitate to let us know.

Sincerely,

Samara Rein
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Harem of Karmicaria

The Dominion of Sendersdale and Greater Colonies

The Dominion of Sendersdale would like to engage in a diplomatic exchange between our two nations.

If you would like to make an embassy in Sendersdale, you may find our registration area here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=520326).

If accepted this is what we would bring:

Personnel:
46 Diplomats
7 Family members
15 Diplomatic Task Force Guard
5 Personnel Agents

Vehicles:
2 Limosines
4 Unmarked SUVs
2 Motorcycles
1 SL-600 (VIP Transport)
Slari 412 (Transport Copter)

Weapons:
Walther P99 Sidearm x15
Heckler & Koch MP7 x10
Electroshock Guns x15

If you agree we would be sending Ambassador Sir William Adrova. He would be accompanied by his wife June Adrova.

All SUVs are unarmed and steel/kevlar reinforced. Both are black in colour and tinted. Helicopter and jet are also unarmed.

We hope to hear from you soon. May peace reign between our two nations.

Signed,

Caeser Cufzer
Caeser B. Cufzer, PC, KC, MP
Minister of Foreign Affairs

"We're getting ahead of our selves!" Schala protested. "We don't even know we can secure our freedom, and were calling for anyone to be diplomatically freindly."

"That's the idea Ms. Schala," Said Yasah Calmly. "If we get people to be freindly with us, all thoes countries will think twice before trying to hold us in their grip much longer."

"I suppose your right. But do you think anyone will care now?"

"The way I see it, we can die trying. If we plan on survinvg we had better try."

"Let's just leave out the part about being in a state of hostile sucession."

"Now your thinking like a true Leader Pincess Schala."



DIPLOMATIC COMMUNICATION:

The United Island States of AHSCA would like to send an ambassador to your country. You can send an ambassador to us however he-she will have to live much like the other islanders. Our islands just can not support of any major urban devlopments. We don't need a large building just something decent. Also is it cold or does it get cold? We islanders are more used to hot weather, so we need to be informed.

Sunlight didn’t shine much into the chamber this late at night, as it was on the southeast side of the tall octagonal spire which housed it, but it did have a splendid view of the palace and much of the rest of the capital city of Vinyatírion. The room varied in length, at its most, fifty feet long, and it was thirty-six feet wide, currently accommodating a number of potentates in a loose and unofficial conspiracy cabinet of advisors. There was a larger room to accommodate the full cabinet of Menelmacar (and their C’tani opposite numbers) elsewhere in the palace, and in the Artaoron, the volcanic mountain based parliament and governmental home, but this one, attached to the personal quarters of the Elentári and Elenaran, saw more informal use when smaller numbers were gathered.

Of its usual occupants, only one, Miriel, was absent, concerned as she was elsewhere. Túrelio nos Fingolfin, the Prefect of State, a tall man with dark hair down his back, “And last up for the day’s business, we have a request for embassy exchange with a nation called Karmicaria.”

“What’s so odd about that?” asked Serendis, the prefect – minister – of defence.

“Well, first off, the file says they’ve got a Samara Rein as one of their ministers.”

“Another Samara? Neat, we’ll have to forward that to her,” there was a C’tani vice-regent on Mars by the name of Samara Neja.

“Second, there’s the full national name.”

“Oh?” asked Sirithil, a blonde-haired woman, and head of state of Menelmacar – the C’tan, despite laughably close ties, extending as far as this, was still theoretically an independent nation, with its own head of state – to whom she was married, and who generally lived in Vinyatírion, her capital.

“The Spankingly Delicious Harem of…”

There was all ‘round laughing. “So…” Siri said when she recovered slightly, “I take it they’re all tremendously good looking and with pointy ears?”

“Can’t say anything to that,” Túrelio said, tapping a button of opal worked into the white ivorybone wood of the chair, “Though their flag is this…”

“Sexy…” her husband muttered from beside her.

“Okay, aside from the opportunity to expand your vast and perverse rosters of entrants for your sexual Olympics what else are we looking at?” Serindë nos Eärendil, the Prefect of Trade said.

“Let’s see,” Túrelio said, “Rights record doesn’t seem so good, economically, they’re quite good, but not premier league, benevolent dictatorship, high tax, interest in healthcare†, notable for recently lobbying against biological weapons in the UN,” there were approving nods at this last, “and comparatively active membership in the same…”

“By our standards, that’s saying very little,” Serindë observed sarcastically.

“Well. Quite. All of that’s initial reports culled from public broadcasts about the place though, and so we might be completely wrong.”

“We probably ought to send someone,” Sirithil murmured.

“I call it!” Celebrimbor, the Prefect of Science and Education, said.

“But…” Túrelio started.

“Too late,” he said, “I called it, I’m going…”

“But you…”

“Used to run the nation.”

“And your diplomacy got you shot…”

“Like you’d do better,” Celebrimbor said, with apparent annoyance.


Túrelio of the line of Fingolfin to Samara Rein of the Harem of Karmicaria, greetings: may the Valar keep you and no shadow fall upon your lands.

We would like to dispatch a state-level mission to learn more about your nation in order to determine the importance to which the pursuit of further amicable relations should be assigned. As such it is our desire to send Lord Celebrimbor Tyelperinquar nos Fëanor, the Prefect of Science and Education, to your nation, with our intended ambassador (as yet undecided), at, if you desire it, the expense of our own government.

We are happy, as well, to host a reciprocal visit from yourselves, or otherwise answer any questions you may wish to ask.

Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails.


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OOC: † As these aren’t RP details, but culled from the UN report they’re ‘possibly inaccurate information.’

"Samara, you have got to see this." Tristan ran into her office looking rather excited.

"What is it? I'm trying to find a place for the sudden influx of ambassadors."

"Twelve is hardly an influx, dear."

"Twelve? I have eleven listed here."

"Well, I have another request here. It's from the nation of Menelmacar."

"Okay, why is that of any importance? I've never heard of them, just as I've never heard of the last three or four nations to apply. What's so special about this one?"

"Well, they've been around for a long time, from what I can gather. I can't really find much more information on them. If you wish, I can do a little more research before we accept or deny their application." he read the missive again. "Oh, this isn't a request for an embassy, Samara. It's a request to send someone from their ranks to learn more about Karmicaria."

"Oh, well I suppose we could do that. It seems like a good idea." she looked a little disappointed. "Let me see what little information you have on them." she grabbed the folder from Tristan and sat down at her desk. "Interesting. *Population, just over nine billion. Impressive. Their government priority is the same as ours. They have a rather impressive defense budget. That's what I like to see. It seems that we may be able to learn something from them about lowering our tax rate. I don't think that any more research is needed. I've seen enough. Send them a reply telling them that their request to send someone to learn more has been accepted and that we would like to send someone in return to learn more about them. This seems like a good nation to open diplomatic relations with."

"I'll get right on it. Who would we like to send?"

"I think that I would like to go and take a look at their nation for myself. It's been a long time since I've travelled outside of Antarctic Oasis."

"Oh...um...okay. I'll let them know."

To: Túrelio of the line of Fingolfin
From: Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Harem of Karmicaria

Greetings and salutations,

It is with great honour that we accept your request to send Lord Celebrimbor Tyelperinquar nos Fëanor, and your intended ambassador to learn more about our nation. In return, I would like to visit your nation myself along with our intended ambassador (yet to be determined), at the expense of The Harem.

If there is anything that you may require for your visit, please do not hesitate to let us know.

Sincerely,

Samara Rein
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Harem of Karmicaria

*This information is taken from NStracker and may not be accurate.

OOC: The embassy comes later, we'll talk about it on the visit ;) Menelmacar has multiple levels of diplomatic interaction... There's so many nations in NS that in most of them the Menelmacari embassy is basically an automated storefront. I'm pretty sure now that Karmicaria warrants rather more than that. :D I'll have a bigger post for you tomorrow sometime.

OOC to Menelmacar: Well, I would like to thank you for your interest in my nation. I look forward to your post, as well as some RP opportunities. :)

(What follows is in character, which should be obvious.)

Samara stared out her window. It was almost spring yet it was bitterly cold outside and still snowing. "Tristan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Why did we pick a region in Antarctica to live in again?"

"Because Adrienne was attracted to the maniacal leaders that also reside here."

"Uh..right. So, are there anymore embassy requests for us to deal with? If not, I would like to go home and go to bed."

"It's noon, Samara."

"Really? It's so dark outside." she sighed. " I guess that's what we get for living at the bottom of the world. Anyway, embassy stuff."

"Right, there is one more to deal with, then we can get lunch." he handed her a file.

"The Dominion of Sendersdale and Greater Colonies. Heh. Sure. Approved."

"Aren't you going to read the file? You know nothing of this nation."

"What's the worse that can happen? They screw up and we end relations with them. Simple."

"Right. I'll print out the standard letter, then. Ambassador undecided, I'm guessing."

"You got it, hon! Where do you want to go for lunch?"

"Fairly indifferent, dear. Anywhere will be fine."
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To: The Dominion of Sendersdale and Greater Colonies
From: Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Harem of Karmicaria
Re: Embassy Exchange

We are happy to accept your request for an embassy within Karmicaria. You will be given a lovely office in the Embassy building in Karma City. We have not yet chosen an ambassador to send in return, but will let you know as soon as we have. If there is anything that you require or desire, please do not hesitate to let us know.

P.S. Enclosed are the proper amount of airline tickets.

Sincerely,

Samara Rein
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Harem of Karmicaria

Celebrimbor generally walked with a cane, one of the few people in Menelmacar to adopt such a… recent… mannerism. In many countries, the cane had come to replace the sword as a ‘gentleman’s accessory’ this wasn’t true in Menelmacar, where the tastes were far more consistent, and weapons such as swords were very much an anticipated item in the formal wardrobes of both genders.

The maple trees on either side of the boulevard down which he walked drifted slowly in the wind, and a gregarious magpie chattered in their foliage, looking at his black-and-white armored Mornahossë guards. Celebrimbor looked up at the bird and smiled; did it think they were tremendously oversized cousins perhaps?

At the end of the road, a round area of silvery stone made up the landing pad for a large aircraft, one with a delta-wing design, and a swept back tail, all in silver with little black lines across it that were perhaps thick enough to slip a fingernail into.

He strode up a flight of stairs, and into a lounge in the aircraft. Empty but for a cloakroom, a few tables and chairs, doors leading off into compact staterooms and windowed lounges. There was in the middle of the craft, a bar, connecting to this room, and a restaurant, facing forward, connecting through a mutual kitchen with the bar.

There were more convenient ways to travel, but this kind of aircraft, with its magnificent views from a multitude of wide panes of glass, was among the best ways to travel to new places and enjoy the view.

The parts of the wings that were visible lit up with a soft blue light akin to running lights, formed by runoffs from the main hydrogen engines as the aircraft – it could be called a plane quite legitimately – was powered up into the air and began rushing forwards from its landing site in southern Menelmacar, over plains and into a more temperate zone, towards its destination, accompanied by several smaller, military craft, and a dozen Thoron fighters.

Now all that remained was to see just how frosty his reception was.

[OOC]I apologise for the amount of time it has taken me to get back to you. Also, sorry it's so short, but I only have limited amount of time today.

Samara and Tristan stood out in the bitter cold waiting for the visitor from Menelmacar. It seemed to be too cold, even for the Arctic.

"I do hope that they arrive soon. It's freezing out here."

"Don't worry, Sammy. We'll be in the warmth of our car soon enough."

There was a sudden buzzing sound. Samara and Tristan looked up to the sky and saw a rather impressive aircraft enter Karmicarian airspace.

"I do believe that our guests have arrived." Samara smiled and prepared to greet their guest...

OFFICIAL IMPERIAL PROCLIMATION
TO: The Leadership of The Nation of Karmicaria
FROM: Mr Larry Williams, Minister of Foreign Affairs

We would like an exchange of embasies with your nation. We do require some special needs for our embasy and we would like to run them past you for your approval. And as an ally through UN DEFCON, we will grant you 'Ally' Status with any embasy you open within the Dark Empire of Shazbotdom. This includes more guards and security not as tight as the 'Standard Embasies'.


Nation Name: The Dark Empire of Shazbotdom
Ambassador: Mark Johnson
Embasy Personel: 35 Staff (20 Shazbotdom Nationals, 10 Altanari Nationals)
Protection: 45 Armed Shazbotdom Marines, 10 Unarmed Guards
Weapons Used: XR-01 Battlerifle, XR-02 "Magnum" Handgun
Vehicles: 2 x WH-03 "Troop Transport" Warthog, 2 x Armored SUV, 1 x Armored Limosine, 4 x AT-01 "Jackhammer" ATV
Addional Requests: Private Hanger at a local airport, large enough for 2 AC-01 Pelican aircraft and one Boeing 717.


Our Embasy Exchange Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=466717)

Celebrimbor’s craft settled down in near silence, save for the slight droning noise created by uneven cooling on parts of its underside wings. It wasn’t audible from inside, of course, and it was nothing to worry about, but as it landed, one could just about hear it. Landing being a rather interesting procedure, as it came down vertically, and didn’t actually use landing gear, in a conventional sense, but rather, seemed to settle completely down onto the ground, in the manner of a helicopter.

The stairway that folded down from the rear section of the craft, a long, fluted tail that tapered a little like that of a swallow, but of course made of the same chromed metal as the rest of the aircraft.

The Prefect’s shoes were consequently the first thing visible, and they were of an interesting style, the soles appeared to have no particular pattern to them, though they did certainly appear to have grip, but the rest of the shoes were of some kind of grey-green suede material, with a whirling motif of water swirls upon them. The rest of his costume that followed after these was rather similar, including a cloak of black and silver, the only apparent concession to the cold.

He was, overall, tall, with long dark hair that fluttered out from behind him, and whipped around his face in the wind, and distinctly, regal looking with grey eyes, that seemed at once capable of great mirth and extreme hardness, that could pierce like lasers or twinkle like diamonds, and which for now, were much closer to the latter than the former.

He bowed with a distinct flourish, and smiled, “I thank you for your gracious welcome,” he said, a surprisingly taciturn comment.

Samara was beside herself. Her smile grew bigger and she felt a little school-girl giggle come out of her, then quickly felt herself blush. Regaining her composure, she smiled at the man and introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs. It is a pleasure to have you here. I hope that you didn't encounter any problems on your trip." she started to feel nervous. She began twirling her silver hair around her slender fingers. Tristan cleared his throat when he noticed her doing this.

"I am Tristan and I'll be accompanying you and Samara on the tour. Now, if you'll follow us, we'll begin the tour. If and when you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask." Tristan gestured towards a black stretch limo parked a few feet way. He looked around and was thankful that the weather had decided to behave itself. It was still cold, but this was the Arctic.

Nation Name:Angaor Federation
Political System: Democratic Federal Republic with a president for life
Name of Leader:Tim Shives
Head of Diplomatic Mission: Ambassador kelly nemi
Family in accompaniment: yes
Number of diplomatic staff:65
Specifics:
Consular Section:10
Political section:10
Economic Section:10
Foreign Aid Offices:5
Office of Defense Attachée:10
Public Affairs Section:10
Management/Administrative Section:10

Number of miltary personnel: 70
Specifics:20 Diplomatic protection Agents / 50 Angaorian Marine Detachment

Number of fixed-wing aircraft: 1
Specifics: 1 boeing 767

Number of helicopters: 3
Specifics: 4 UH-60 blackhawk helicopter (unarmed)

Number of land vehicles: 13
specifics: 4 unarmed strkyer APC 3 phantoms and 6 suburbans


Weaponry and munitions:
40x hk 416 and 5 mk48 and 2 msg-90 and hk 416 with m203 launcher for angaorian marines and for the Angaorian Diplomatic protection agents 10 MP7A1 and 20 MP 40 pistol and 10 hk 416

Please declare the following...
- Any Ongoing Military Action involving your nation: yes
- Any International Disputes involving your nation: no
- Any other relevant information: None

The Menelmacari prefect nodded at Tristan “I’ll make sure that I do,” he said, glancing at Samara from under a hanging lock of dark hair, for a moment, before ducking into the car with a grace that suggested that the cane was indeed – now at least – merely a fashion statement rather than something that he found necessary.

He made a point of sitting next to Samara, admiring her hair just a little, “So,” he said, “for a first question, I think I’ll ask, how does this place work? Arctic climes aren’t generally known for their habitability, how do you generally get around the problems associated with cold environments?” He didn’t seem to be bothered at all that his question was distinctly more scientific than political.

Samara felt a blush come over her as the Menelmacari sat next to her. Silently, she scolded herself for not acting professionally and began to answer his question, when Tristan interrupted.

"I can answer that for you." he looked a Samara and felt the urge to cower in the corner, but he proceeded anyway. "It's not too difficult to deal with the issues that a cold environment would give us. What kind of difficulties are you referring to, sir? The weather is easy enough to deal with. If it decides to bombard us with a storm or two, we just don't leave our homes. At least the smart ones don't. In Karmicaria, we have heated pipelines so our water sources don't freeze and of course, our citizens find numerous ways to keep warm, mostly by visiting the burlesque. All homes are built to keep the elements out. Safe, warm structures that should, in theory, be able to withstand a nuclear blast, though this has never been tested. Not in Karmicaria, anyway." Tristan rubbed his hands nervously. He wasn't sure if this is what the man wanted to know. He glanced at Samara who was sitting across from him with a bemused look on her face.

"I don't think that Tristan quite understands your question. Since he seems afraid to ask, I will do it for him. What exactly would you like to know? Please, could you be a bit more specific?" she felt embarrassed, not only for herself, but for Tristan as well.

"Oh, it's very technical, but offhand, do you have much agriculture, and if so, do you use much indoor agriculture or hydroponics?" Celebrimbor's background was largely in research, and it showed, though he was no slouch as a diplomat, either. "There's other technical things, like construction and sanitation, that I'm interested in, but that's really more for my own satisfaction than any state business. So, I suppose I should come back to a point that's actually related to my visit; I expect there'll be time for pleasure later..."

He let that hang a moment, then continued. "So, more relevant questions, what's education like here? Ah, I show my colors again I suppose, but I'm interested in healthcare, culture, pretty much anything and everything you'd like to say or show about your land."

(OOC) I apologise for my lack of a response, Siri. I seem to have stumbled into another creative block. I'm working on something and will have it soon. I just wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about you or my thread.

(OOC) I apologise for my lack of a response, Siri. I seem to have stumbled into another creative block. I'm working on something and will have it soon. I just wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about you or my thread.

OOC:
Karmi, I fixed what you wanted me to in my post and you never responded to it. :(

OOC:
Karmi, I fixed what you wanted me to in my post and you never responded to it. :(

Sorry, Shaz! Gah. I've been busy. Replies to come soon.

Sorry, Shaz! Gah. I've been busy. Replies to come soon.

OOC:
It's ok. I'll just spank you later. :p

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Department of State
The Federal Republic of OmigodtheykilledkennyAttn: Samara Rein, Karmicarian Foreign Minister
Subject: Elleria City Consulate

It is with great (and wildly erotic) pleasure that we propose an expansion of our diplomatic presence in the Spankingly Delicious Harem. In keeping with our policy of maintaining a solid, productive and friendly relationship with Karmicaria despite the loss of our saboteur spy -- er, "goodwill ambassador" (who until his death served as your pretended sovereign) -- we request permission to establish an OMGTKK consulate in the pristine metropolis of Elleria City. Recognizing Elleria City's status as a major hub of Karmicarian culture, we intend for our consulate to be chiefly a center for cultural exchange and understanding between our two peoples. As such, we would like to buy an old hotel in the brothel district to place our diplomatic offices, which shall include a museum commemorating the many triumphs in the Federal Republic's War on Terror, featuring cultural artifacts from all over the world, specifically the many rogue states that have fallen before the mighty Stripper Commandos: The Eternal Kawaii, Tiki Taki, Chechnya, Thessadoria, Lois-Must-Die, Boricuastan, Mark Tom and Travis, No TV and No Beer, and Karmicaria. The section reserved for that last nation you'll notice is empty on our floor plans, because that particular theater of the War on Terror hasn't opened quite yet, but it will, and soon, we promise you. But this isn't all about Kennyite hegemony and supremacy; to signal our deepest respect for our Karmicarian hosts and their culture, and our desire to blend in with surrounding Elleria City color, we're putting a chick in every room of the hotel. Or even a dude, if the need arises. Our ambassador has already expressed a desire to establish "a new customer base" in other parts of your nation, and will be making numerous "business trips" to our Elleria City consulate for that purpose. We hope you find these plans agreeable as we embark on a new path toward increased friendly relations and transnational understanding yadda yadda yadda.Sincerely,
Alex Tehrani
Secretary of State

OOC: It seems that I have fallen behind. I will deal with the most recent request first, then move on to the rest. Hopefully, I can get it done in one post. Sorry for the lack of response.

IC:

"The Federal Republic wants to do what? Expand? Shouldn't Samara be here for this?" Dahlia paced back and forth in her office. She seemed to be frustrated with Samara's long absence. "Get her on the phone, so we can discuss this."

"Yes, madam Vice President." Stephan rushed over to the desk and dialed Samara's cell number. He was nervous and becoming more so by the second as he watched Dahlia pacing like a hungry lioness watching her prey. "Um...Samara? It's Stephen. Good. We need you here. Embassy requests are starting to pile up and Dahlia looks as though she's going to have a conniption. Do you really want to do that? Well, the most recent one if from the Federal Republic. Yes, I know. It has us a little worried. Why? Because it talks like they're planning on invading our nation. Well, no I don't think that they actually would. They would like to buy a hotel in Elleria. Yes, the brothel district. Oh, you know why Sammy. If you're sure. Okay. Do you know about the others? Okay." Stephan pause for a moment and a rather confused look came over his face, "What in the world are you doing? Are you....oh god! Don't answer the phone next time or at least tell him to stop while you're talking! Dear god! Right then. Goodbye."

"What was that all about?"

"Nothing. It seems she has a "friend" visiting her hotel room."

"Okay. Moving on. What did she say?"

"Approve them all, but make sure we have someone keeping a close eye on the Kennyites, not that they shouldn't be trusted."

"Very well. Send messages to the various applicants. I need a drink and my husband."

"Consider it done, ma'am."
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To: Alex Tehrani, Omigodtheykilledkenny Secretary of State
From: The office of Samara Rein, Karmicarian Minister of Foreign Affairs

We are happy to approve your request to expand relations with Karmicaria. However, because of a few statements made in your request, we will be keeping an eye on your people. It's not that we don't trust the respectable natives of OMGTKK. We just want to make sure that things run as smoothly as possible and that the interests of both side are well protected. Or something like that. You will find a map and a listing of all old abandoned hotels in Elleria attached to this letter. If there is anything else that you will require, please do not hesitate to let us know.

Yours Truly,

Dahlia Dioce
Vice President
Harem of Karmicaria.

PS. We hope that President Fernanda is treating our dear Casandra well.

To: Mr Larry Williams, Minister of Foreign Affairs, The Dark Empire of Shazbotdom
From: The office of Samara Rein, Karmicarian Minister of Foreign Affairs

It is with great...happiness that we approve your request for an Embassy within Karmicaria. The Private Hanger at the Karmicarian airport is being prepared for you as I write this, and we hope that it will meet with your approval. Attached to this letter, you will find a map of Karma city with the Embassy building marked on it, as well as a page to fill out should you require anything else.

We look forward to your presence within our fine nation.

Dahlia Dioce
Vice President
Harem of Karmicaria

To: Angaor Federation
From: The office of Samara Rein, Karmicarian Minister of Foreign Affairs

Since I'm tired of typing at this point, we would just like to say that your request as been approved. Attached is a map of Karma city. Marked on the map is the location of the Embassy building. Should you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask.

Dahlia Dioce
Vice President
Harem of Karmicaria

Thank you for approving our consulate. However, in all the excitement of setting the groundwork for our impending invasion, er, we mean, "establishing a consulate," we forgot to name our madame! -- er, "consul." As such, we intend to place Uosdwis R. Jewoh (http://club.telepolis.com/cara_zavaleta/images/Cara%20Zavaleta_24.jpg) at the helm of our Elleria City diplomatic office. An expert on Karmicarian culture, and (naturally) a specialist in the world's oldest profession, Ms. Jewoh is well-equipped for the job. We hope you enjoy her as much as Casandra and our president have, together.

~Sec. Tehrani

P.S. OOC: Lame, I know. Shaddup. If you can tell me where I got the name from, you get a cookie!

P.S. OOC: Lame, I know. Shaddup. If you can tell me where I got the name from, you get a cookie!

OOC: Of course I know where you got the name, though your screwed it up, I'm assuming on purpose.

It's from the Simpsons episode "Mother Simpson". Chief Wiggum reads the tombstone that Patty and Selma are using as a coffee table upside down. He reads the name on it as "Uosdwis R. Dewoh". The response is "Uh, that's Homer J. Simpson Chief."

Am I right?

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YOU WIN! (was the question easy enough? :p)

The guard entered Gonjugate Niad Seledsi's office. He was dressed in standard military parade garb, orange, white, and turquoise. Flashy, MiIlonan.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" The day had been long and uneventful. Fun things rarely ever happened since Conjugate Zeleri went insane during the uprisings, and Conjugate MacHanon, his replacement, was still settling in.

"Karmicaria's opened up relations sir."

"Ah, good, then... I guess." Karmicaria? I've never heard of the place. Well, knowing MiIlon, that's not saying much.

"They are Accepting ambassadors, it'd be good if we could get a good reputation with them."

"Ah, well, of course. Send Ambassador Dalencia at once!"

"... Sir, Madam Dalencia isn't an ambassador."

"She is now! I figure she's been working as my lower administrator long enough to understand how it works; besides, she's long overdue for a change in position."

" Well, yes sir, but... a downgrade? You're lowering her position? Isn't that a little cruel?"

"She gets to brake every single law in the nation's book with the words ' I have a meeting to attend." If that's not an upgrade, i don't know what is."

The guard smiled. "Ah, I get it sir..." At that moment, Melbourne Hendrikson, a popular civil reformer burst through the doors to the office, ranting about this and that social inequality.

The guard and conjugate exchanged puzzled glances before the guard spoke, "Sir, may I?"

"Please, by all means, if it spares me his ranting, just say you have a meeting to attend."

The guard grinned impishly, understanding the Conjugate's masked order. "I will sir," And then in one swift motion, Broke salute, and slugged Melbourne in the Jaw.

Melbourne was stunned, and, after regaining his bearings, got up from the floor and screamed, " Wugh woff vaff faughh?" wincing at every word.

The guard smiled and said, "I have a meeting to attend." and ran out. The EMT's in the building arrived quickly and began dragging a very angry, very resistant Melbourne out against his will.


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To whom it may concern,

The government of MiIlon wishes to establish relations with your nation. We will be sending Newly appointed ambassador Vera Dalencia to your nation. Whatever accommodations you can spare, we will accept. We hope for a long future of peaceful relations between our two nations.

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Dear sir/madam/monsieur/madame, (God, the official languages people are going to be all over my ass)

I refer to your recent communication, which we recently discovered while fixing the fax machine, which I realised was not working when a foreign diplomat here became quite irate due to my insistence that I had not received his amusing fascimiles of photos of football players engaging in inadvertent homoerotic behaviour. It's the freaking 21st century, man, use e-mail...

Therefore, as I apologise for the delay in responding, let me add that a embassy exchange would be most awesome. It gives me great pleasure to inform you that Pierre-Marc Beauregard has been named as ambassador to your nation. We will appreciate any assistance you can render in acquiring suitable office or land space for our diplomatic mission, which should be in a central location near to your capital's finest drinking holes.

We also invite you to set up an embassy in our capital. Please consult the enclosed guidebook and inform my department of the area you would like to site your embassy and whether office space or a compound will suit your nefarious aims. Of course, if you do not have any nefarious intentions, all the better, but there's always the people who try to smuggle mind-control beams in the diplomatic bags.

http://kelssek.tripod.com/mfa-mae/neorvinsguide.html

Regards,

Peter Coakson
Minister of Foreign Affairs

"Oh, it's very technical, but offhand, do you have much agriculture, and if so, do you use much indoor agriculture or hydroponics?" Celebrimbor's background was largely in research, and it showed, though he was no slouch as a diplomat, either. "There's other technical things, like construction and sanitation, that I'm interested in, but that's really more for my own satisfaction than any state business. So, I suppose I should come back to a point that's actually related to my visit; I expect there'll be time for pleasure later..."

He let that hang a moment, then continued. "So, more relevant questions, what's education like here? Ah, I show my colors again I suppose, but I'm interested in healthcare, culture, pretty much anything and everything you'd like to say or show about your land."

Samara took a bit before she replied. She was very intrigued by this man. "Well, our Government has taken to making Defense our main concern. I'm not sure why, but I think it has something to do with the neighbouring nations. Their leaders are all insane in their own special little way. Not all bad if you have them on your side. The Karmicarian police are some of the best and our crime rate is nearly non-existent. As for education, the Karmicarian Government funds the private schools. We wouldn't want to let all those brilliant minds go to waste because they couldn't afford to go to school." she smiled and winked at him, shifting her position so that she was a little closer and placed her hand on his lap. Tristan cleared his throat and continued speaking, since Samara seemed distracted.

"We also make sure that our citizens can afford healthcare. We don't want a bunch of sick people walking around infecting the healthy ones." he paused to think for a moment, "I'm not sure what else I can tell you right now. We usually prefer to let our nation speak for itself. We will take you on a tour of our Capital, Karma City, as well as the Burlesque and of course, the spot where we house all our embassies and government offices. Eventually, we will take you to meet our President, Ms. Bathory. I'm sure she will be as delighted to meet you as we have been. Now, if you have any other questions, I'm sure we will be more than happy to answer them."

To: Peter Coakson, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Kelssek
From: The office of Samara Rein, Karmicarian Minister of Foreign Affairs
Re: Embassy Exchange Program

Dear Sir,

We are happy to approve your embassy within our fine city. We will be more than happy to provide you with the appropriate office space and anything else that you may require. Also, your ambassador to our nation will receive the best treatment possible, as do all the ambassadors to our nation. Free access to the Burlesque house, if you so choose to use its services, along with many other benefits, as we see fit.

My assistant is currently looking over the guidebook that you have so kindly included. We will soon choose an ambassador to send your way. You will receive notice from us shortly.

Thank you for your interest in opening relations between our fine nations.

Yours,

Dahlia Dioce
Vice President
The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria

Royal Ministries Building, Ael Khalas

"So the Karmicarians are opening diplomatic relations?" Keran Meranas, Altanar's Deputy Minister of State, said to his boss.

"Indeed," Nelron Khiskithy replied, putting the letter they had received back down on his desk.

"In that case, I was wondering...given Karmicaria's, erm, 'reputation', wouldn't it make sense to send someone more experienced than the usual junior minister we send as a new ambassador...someone like me, perhaps?" Meranas asked hopefully.

"I've already picked someone, so don't get your...hopes up," Khiskithy replied. "We'll be sending Loska over there, assuming the Karmicarians have any interest."

"Oh...good for him..." Meranas said, muttering "bastard" under his breath as he left the office.

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Ministry of State
1 RMB, Ael Khalas 001003

To whom it may concern:

Having been made aware of your recent desire to open relations with the international community, and also long having been an admirer of your nation through our interaction within the United Nations, we of the UCMA would be most pleased if your nation would accept an ambassador from Altanar. We propose to send the Hon. Derin Loska, a deputy minister within our office.

We would also be most honored if your nation would be willing to send an ambassador to Altanar; we can provide space for an embassy in our capital if desired.

Most sincerely,
Nelron Khiskithy
UCMA Minister of State

"It seems that the requests are pouring in again."

"I wouldn't call two requests in the last day "pouring in", Dahlia"

"Fair enough. When is Samara due back? I've got other things I'd rather be doing and we can't actually open up our own embassies in these nations without her say-so."

"Any day now, I suspect. In our letter, just explain to whoever it is what the situation is. I'm sure they'll still have a spot open."

"I guess we can do that. Who were the last two to make a request?"

"Kelssek and Altanar. The first has already been dealt with. Shall I send word of approval to Altanar?"

"Yes, go ahead. I'm going out for a drink or three." Dahlia grabbed her jacket off the hook and pausing at the door, "Oh and, James. Don't do anything stupid."

As the door slammed behind her, James sat behind the desk and began writing the reply. He began to wonder how he got stuck with this job...
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To: Nelron Khiskithy, UCMA Minister of State
From: The office of Samara Rein, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Harem of Karmicaria

We are please to let you know that your embassy within Karmicaria has been approved. We will send you all the necessary information shortly. We will have to put opening up our own embassy within your fine nation off for a while. Nothing to do with you, it's our Foreign Affairs minister. She seems to be off entertaining someone from somewhere.

Dahlia Dioce
Vice President
The Spankingly Delicious Harem of Karmicaria

Dear Sirs or Madams,

It's come to the attention of the Princess you are opend for Diplomatic Relations. Kurona is still trying to expand our relations in the world, so we offer to you an embassy. Our ambassador to you will be Miko Reed, she will be on her way by the time you read this message. Be advised she is an outdoorsy girl and she isn't the type to be cooped up. She will use a horse for her methods of travel if that is all right. If you have ports she will dock up, otherwise she will fly in.

Truly,
Thomas Black Royal Foreing Advisor
to Princess Mikanu

Celebrimbor smiled, reaching up to rub his chin thoughtfully, doing so with the back of his thumb, crooked. “Well, in that case,” he said, “I think perhaps I had best just sit back, enjoy the tour, and the company… We have a similar, I think, system for education, in that we accredit schools and provide ‘voucher’ style funding for all children. There are some schools that are better than others, of course, and they charge above that, but we work very hard both as a government and as a culture to ensure that the only differences are really aesthetic ones. There’s a lot of pressure to keep teacher standards high, and we generally pay them very highly because of this. We also try to keep the classes of younger children as small as possible, too… That’s actually one of the bones of contention in teaching in Menelmacar; group-sizes. There’s some that favour larger groups, and some, smaller. Obviously, the latter dominate professional thinking.”

Samara stared at the man as he spoke. She just couldn't help it. His features amazed her. Every now and then, she would mumble something, but other than that, she didn't say a word. Suddenly, she was brought back to reality by Tristan's voice.

"You have to drop me off at the airport. I have to get to the Federal Republic."

"What? Why?"

"I've been chosen to Represent our nation in the Delegate race, along with Tana." he paused for a moment then with a sarcastic tone in his voice said, "That should be so much fun!"

Oh, okay. I'm sure that I can continue on with the tour alone." She looked at Celebrimbor and smiled. "Driver, to the airport please."

Celebrimbor smiled to himself as the car pulled up at the airport again, stretching his legs out in the seat a little, leaning his long black hair back into the headrest. He tilted his head to one side, and fixed Samara with his grey eyes, seeming to convey an entirely different order of interest.

“So,” he said, when Tristan was gone, “where are we going first?”

Samara smiled at him, "Well, there are any number of places. What would you like to see? What interests you the most? I could take you to the Palace or our Government offices." she paused for a moment obviously thinking. "Or, we could just continue to drive around. Whatever you would like to do is perfectly fine with me."

Reyes scowled as he read the latest missive from the Karmicarian government; official diplomatic duties were such an inconvenience for an ambassador to the Spankingly Delicious Harem. And the Kennyite ambassador really could have been using this time to ... er ... mix business with pleasure.

"That was quite the gravedig, Greg," he said, waving the new documents from his host country at his deputy.

"Yeah, considering whom we are about to announce as our new ambassador to the United Nations, we really are ones to talk," Hunter replied dryly.

"Shut up, Greg."

The Elven prefect smiled, “In that case, why not the government buildings. Then maybe some other local landmark, bridges, clocks, that kind of thing, I’ve always liked architecture, and art… then we can go to the palace, if there’s no time pressure…” he shifted his cane to the other side of him in the car, and flicked his hair back for a moment.

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Alfegos Foreign Ministry

We in the Alfegos foreign ministry invite your nation to take part in an embassy exchange with Alfegos (see signature for thread).

We also invite you to purchase a berth and land in the New Zevkhay International Port (see sig. again)

If this goes well, we will be able to discuss furthur trade agreements.

Long live our two nations!