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The whole building (http://images.forbes.com/media/lifestyle/2006/07/24/1_0724home_eu.jpg) was perfect. Lights from the city showered the outside, flowers danced and the fountains (and pools, with the anticipated good looking women) seemed alive. Expensive steaks and wines had been flown in from across the nation, along with the necessary famous chefs. The whole thing overlooked the beautiful island-city of Calloso, with it's twinkling lights and famous beaches, it was just over the size of New York. Briano Sicilo walked into the ambassador's (who had had this planned) room, nervous.


"All set?"

"Down to the last detail. The final piece of pasta is in place, the rooms are ready, the place is beautiful."

"I can go tell Antonio to give out the call then?"

"Yes, Sir."

The Nuevan Peace Conference had begun.

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Roma Foreign Ministry


TO: Peace Conference Participants

FROM: Roma Foreign Ministry

Welcome! Our conference is about to begin. We request any guests begin to fly into Nuevan airspace, a police escort will meet you at Calloso International Airport. You will then be taken to the conference.

Good Day,
Signed,
Antonio Gordivici
Antonio Gordivici
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: Just have your ambassador be in an airplane over to Calloso. Don't bother with leaving from your nation. Once they're there, just RP them getting on a boat/limo/whatever to come over to the building. It's a pretty nice city, so don't be swayed to take anything....

If you want to participate, please see the OOC thread.

NO OOC POSTS IN THIS THREAD PLEASE!

The Cessna X bearing the Gatawan Imperial signature touched down on the runway and then taxied over to an empty tarmac.

Emperor Nadov himself emerged from the plane adjusted his military uniform while briefly pausing and looking out over the horizon admiring the landscape and view of the city. He then quickly made his way down the stairs followed by two very tall very built Had-Jemzi bodyguards,both wearing the spec ops combat uniform with the special red and black berets..in short they were the best of the best and it showed. The decision to bring guards had not been his own but following several terrorist attacks within the region the decision to send escorts had been made. Nadov then entered a luxurious Limo again closely followed by his two escorts along with a couple Nuevo Italian police escorts and was quickly taken through the city to the conference meeting area.

Upon arriving to the conference building Nadov exited the vehicle behind one of his had-Jemzi guards and then entered the conference building where he began looking around to see if any other delegates had already arrived.

Briano Sicilo walked out of the bulding, towards the approaching Gatawan Emperor Nadov.

"Welcome, friend, to Nuevo Italia. May I show you to your room? You are the first guest to arrive

Araceli Eruzione's plane touched down. The flight had been uneventful, and since her first day as NPL Foreign Secretary, those had been few and far between.

She needed to make sure she portrayed supreme confidence on this trip. The first and only Chief of State of Luchamos had served for more than 10 years, and his term was running out, and he just announced he was through. Araceli was very much interested in his job.

After a brief ride to the conference, she and Luchamos Epsilon Gaurds walked up to the building. The Epsilon Gaurds were an elite protection unit, especially the team assigned to the Foregin Secretary. They were also highly trained diplomatic assistants skilled in the art of negotiations. 3 of them were decked out in full uniform. The rest in civilian clothes doing their best to blend in.

Seeing a man in a uniform, she walked up to him.

"Emperor Nadov, I pressume. Nice to finally meet you."

The shining white Aliquancian Concord landed on the runway in a dignified manor and after a short taxi it lowered its large stairs followed by the royal carpet.

The first to appear where the Adepta Purplia guards who lined up at the bottom of the steps and after a five minuet pause Queen Artifacta started to descend from the aircraft in her royal robes witch were taut on her ethereal, feminine body. After a moment to see the surroundings she entered and drove her own DB9 sports car, as Aliquancian tradition depicts and drove to the Conference building flanked by her guarding vehicles.

Upon arrival she was greeted by Nuevan police and entered, immediately greeting the already arrived diplomats.

After a rather long plane ride, Vice President Milo Stannislav transferred to his assigned limo. Milo looked in the limo's side mirror, checking his navy blue suit and then one of his guards opened the door for him. He stood just under six feet and had short brown hair. The vice president was young, roughly thirty five years old, and walked with a slight limp. Black leather gloves were on his hands, hiding the fact that his left arm was artificial. Milo smiled gratefully then slipped into the limo, his guards followed.

"You enjoy the ride Mr. Vice President?" Sargeant Jefferson, leader of the presidential guard asked politely and sat next to him. The other two guards sat across from them.

"It was fine Jefferson. I am quite interested to meet the other leaders." The vice president replied. The car started and moved to the conference building.

Milo was impressed by the beauty of the buildings grounds. As he walked to the front entrance, he noticed that another delegate had arrived before.
The guards opened the door for him and he stepped in quietly.

The Gulfstream carrying John Schindle touched down and taxied into the empty hanger. It was just as he had requested. The whole setup was perfect. No media, no chances of attack. Once in the hanger, he was to be joined by a bodyguard and a Tango Squad member. He warily surveyed the hanger from inside the plane. Feeling nervous, he left the plane without his baggage.
"Wultz!"
The bodyguard came at once. "Retrieve my luggage from the plane."
"At once, sir."
Wultz entered the plane. Suddenly, he came flying out a window. "BOMB!!!!" he screamed.
The plane exploded into trillions of pieces. The ever astute pilot, safely off the plane, remarked "Thats one piece for each of our dollars generated in economic surplus."
Schindle began to wonder. How could it be? Who knew my hanger number? Who was it?
Despite the shock, no one was killed. The only casualty was John Schindle's luggage. Schindle stepped out of the hanger into the daylight, happy to be alive. A bulletproof limo pulled up in front of him. The door opened, and a heavily armored soldier emerged. "Good to see you, Mr. Schindle," he said. Mr. Schindle entered the car. The bodyguard sat next to the driver, and the only man left was the soldier. He pressed a mysterious button on his wrist and disappeared completely from sight. Then, someone shut the door from the inside. The limo then drove off, followed closely by several unmarked Nuevo Italiano police cars.
Upon arriving at the conference, the door was once again opened by a seemingly invisible man. The bodyguard emerged along with Mr. Schindle, and they entered the building. Mr. Schindle was eager to begin the conversing.

Secretly, Mr. Schindle was glad to have a Tango Squad member escorting him at all times. Especially since he could go unnoticed by the other delegates.

"I believe I'd like to mingle a bit before going to my room, if thats okay?" Nadov spoke with a commanding air in his voice probably picked up from all his time spent commanding armies..however it did seem an appropriate match for his commanding appearance he nearly matched his body guards in size but had a more chizzled look about him.

Nadov turned to greet the newly arrived delegate from Luchamos holding his officers cover under his arm, the bodyguards moved forwards cautiously...but when Nadov rose his hand they instantly relaxed and stepped back

"You mus tent mind them..they are a little jumpy after several weeks of tension within the empire and abroad, and you would be miss ?"


Nadov bowed his head towards queen Artifacta "Pleasure to meet you your Majesty, the empire is very pleased to have formed an alliance with so great a nation as Aliquantus."

Nadov bowed his head towards queen Artifacta "Pleasure to meet you your Majesty, the empire is very pleased to have formed an alliance with so great a nation as Aliquantus."
After allowing Nadov to kiss her hand and re-stand Artifacta curtseyed and looked at Nadov with her naturally alluring eyes and said "After such a wait we finally meet Emperor, you are highly decorated I see". In an attempt to belittle his medals she swooped he hands along her robe witch aforementioned was taut on her ethereal, feminine body, said "do you like my dress?"

Growing tired of his guards presence for now Nadov dismissed them to their quarters along with his things.

Nadov smirked a bit.."I led the western armies for 11 years..those are not things I wish to discuss again however..and your dress he paused briefly is... most elegant your highness...I must say your alliance proposal was the most informal I have ever received during my 15 year reign..however i am sure our alliance will bring prosper to both our peoples and look forward to a lasting friend ship. "

Nadov turned briefly to greet the newly arrived delegates extending his hand to each in sequence "Emperor Nadov III of Gataway pleasure to meet you gentlemen." the turned back to his new enigma like ally

"Likewise. I am Vice President Milo Stannislav of Silvado." Milo replied politely and shook Emperor Nadov's hand, "President Montego was unable to come due to re-elections, unfortunately. He sends his apologies to all the leaders here."

Nadov shook his head "There are no need for apologizes..assure him when you return their was no harm done here."

Nadov looked around...before tapping a random conference building employee.."Excuse me would it be possible to get something to drink..preferably lightly alcoholic..I need a bit of time to unwind now that I'm out of the Imperial capital."

"President Montego will be glad to hear that." Milo said cheerfully, "He was very disappointed he couldn't come personnaly."
Milo quickly glanced around the room, admiring the interior design for a short second.

"You can tell president Montego that should he desire to I can arrange a personal meeting with him sometime for any matters that he wishes to discuss..this place certainly doesn't have the service I'm used to having." Nadov began tapping his officers cover against the side of his leg impatiently

"I will tell him that." Milo replied then smiled, "I think this place is rather impressive. Although there's no place like home."

Stopping an employee, Artifacta also asked for a helping of liquid aliment.

Turning back she greeted Milo Stannislav although she would have preferred President Montego's presence. As the talking died down Artifacta lifted her wrist to check the amount of time that had passed and noted that the conference had lapsed.

John Schindle approaches Stannislav and Nadov.
"Hello there. I am John Schindle, the ambassador from Kampfers. Did you have a nice transit to the conference?"
Not because he cared, but because he wanted to tell his story.

Milo turned to Schindle.
"Hello Mr. Schindle, pleasure to meet you, and yes I did have a nice transit. How about yourself?"

Nadov turned towards the new delegate "Nice to meet you Mr. Schindle."

Nadov half heartedly payed attention to Mr Schindle as he began his story mean while Nadov examined the elegance of the interior of the conference complex it was then that he noticed Artifacta examining her watch and then laughed "These Italians.. just never can be on time." Nadov then turned his attention back to Mr. Schindle whilst he was in the middle of a rant

Schindle breathes deeply in preparation for his speech
"Well, I was attacked my terrorists on my way. They had a bomb on my plane that was rigged to the baggage hatch. Luckily I left my bags on board. That was before my bodyguard notions over shoulder to man standing in corner and the Tango Squad member a soldier appears seemingly out of midair breifly, then disappears again joined me. I am happy to be here safely though. Tell me, may I buy you a drink?"
His facial expression shows he truely means it, this time.

"Well it is good that you are all right. There seems to be much unrest in the world these days." Milo said, "No, you don't need to buy me a drink, Im fine for now. Thank you though."

Nadov Laughed again. "Buy a drink they probably don't even have refreshments here..Where are those darned Italians.." again Nadov began tapping his officers cover against his leg.. he had payed special attention however to the terrorist portion of Mr. Schindle's story.."About this terrorist I am intrigued tell me more."

Artifacta laughed at Nadov's anecdote and wandered outside to inspect the view. Her Guards had also returned with the late comeing Princess Anaya who was casualy dressed. Greeting her with a kiss and dismissing the guards they re-entered the room. "This is Emperor Nadov, Vice President Milo Stannislav, John Schindle and Araceli Eruzione", "Everybody, this is my daughter, Anaya"

Yes. The our top intelligence agents are tracking down leads. So far, the Armed Workers' Movement for a Global Revolution is the most interesting proposal. They seem to have all the signs pointing to them. If it is them, retaliation may come swiftly from my government. Although I can not confirm this, I believe that the invasion of a supplier country to this group may be in order. I hope we can resolve this peacefully though. Its such a shame that even at a peace conference we are under attack."
sighs

Gregoro De Greco (http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u12/evilitaliandude/GregoroDeGreco.jpg?t=1175306037) had his eyes hypnotically fixed on the radiant woman across the foyer. Queen Artifacta. He recognized her instantly. The locals had mixed feelings about her. WNI's fashion magazine "Her" (and most 12 to 14-year old boys) had titled her "World's Hottest Woman", while local wives and mothers reffered to her as "that island slut". Either way Gregoro knew he was going to seduce, sleep, and maybe go further with her, and not some despot from some little german country.

He walked up to Nadov and Artifacta.

"Buongiorno, Mr. Nadov," he said in his most secretly sweet toxic voice. He turned to Queen Artifacta, bending on his knee and raising up his left hand to her chin, as traditional when one meets their female friend(s) in Nuevo Italia. "I hope you're enjoying your stay, Queen Artifacta?" he added somewhat invitingly, in his heavy Nuevan accent. "Care for some Nuevan Viono? It's the best wine in the nation."

OOC: Actual conference to start soon, don't worry...

Artifacta laughed at Nadov's anecdote and wandered outside to inspect the view. Her Guards had also returned with the late comeing Princess Anaya who was casualy dressed. Greeting her with a kiss and dismissing the guards they re-entered the room. "This is Emperor Nadov, Vice President Milo Stannislav, John Schindle and Araceli Eruzione", "Everybody, this is my daughter, Anaya"

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Milo said and bowed politely. He turned as he heard a new voice and saw a new man.
Hopefully this will start soon. Milo thought to himself.

Nadov bowed his head towards the princess "Pleasure to meet you princess Anaya." Nadov then turned back to the group of delegates particularly Schindle to continue hearing the terrorist story.

Briano Sicilo walked into the foyer (http://www.africandreams.net/main_pages/suncity/images/MThe%20Palace%20-%20Foyer.jpg), and stood atop his podium.

"Atteintion all! I wish to welcome you to the beautiful island of Calloso, and our conference. While we wait for the remainder of our guests, I shall have waiters and caterers here to serve you. Do not be afraid to ask! This building was built for the sole purpose. That is all."

He stepped down, as 12 waiters waltzed into the room.

Nadov stood somewhat agitated but laughed to himself slightly.."its about time you darn Italians got us something to drink..you have the most backwards customs I have ever seen sir..and I'll have a full glass of that Viono whine.

Shindle relaxed as the waiters came down.
"Hey, cool its wine. Nadov, would you happen to know any suppliers of this group? Hallad is a suspected provider, but we are not sure. Plus, we need a smaller country, as we are not the greatest military might in the world"

After greeting Milo both Queen and Princess parted, Anaya formally greeted Nadov wile Artifacta met with Gregoro De Greco, his intentions were clear and for a Queen of Aliquantus it is easy to spot attempts of charm. Artifacta (http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w109/Orexins/Artifacta.jpg) was not deterred by what would usually mean death to a lower class citizen to be extremely polite, saying "I have been awaiting you Prince", curtsying and asking for a drink.

Shindle walked up to the Queen of Aliquantus
Artifacta, I don't believe we have been formally introduced. I am John Shindle. Perhaps you may have overheard my adventure today that I discussed with Nadov. Alas, it is a shame. Enough about me. As Queen, are you more of a figurehead or do you still hold executive powers? Perhaps you might be interested in dinner tonight?

Gregoro looked at Shindle.

"That won't be necessary. Dinner will be served here all three nights."

He called for a waiter to bring out the hundred year old Viono wine, and handed it to Artifacta. "Enjoy, and it's a pleasure to meet you too;" he said smiling, raising his eyebrows.

My I have a cocktail? As wine is uncomon in Aliquantus.

Shindle found himself angered by the obvious lust Gregoro has for Queen Artifacta.
"Oh, ok. May I ask if we have designated seats?"
He then turned his attention back to the Queen
"Anyways, do not regard this as an attempt to seduce you. Your daughter is my age, and very beautiful. If I was seducing someone, it would be her, and you would know it. You have a very pretty daughter Maam. Anaya is her name, isn't it?"

"Your wish is my command..." he called over a waiter and he gave her the famous Nuevan Sweetfruit Cocktail, made with domestic liquors and the tangy Sweetfruit. He handed it to her. "Enjoy. Would you like me to show you to your room?"

"If she was interested, she would be seduceing you" Artifacta replied, continueing "Either way, nice to meet you Shindle".

He turned to the Kampfers represantative Shindles.

"No, you may sit where you want." his tone was laid back now that he realized this wasn't his competition.

Sargeant Jefferson of the guard tapped Milo on the shoulder.
"Sir, shall I bring your suitcase to your room?" Jefferson asked.

"No, I'll go get them now." Milo said then politely excused himself from the other leaders and walked out to the car.

"How's it going in there?" Jefferson asked as they were outside and out of hear shot of anyone.

"Nothing exciting. Just amusing how two of them are going for Queen Artifacta." Milo whispered, "Sure she's beautiful, but at a peace conference?"

Jefferson nodded, "Makes sense." He was about to say more, but his cell phone rang. He opened it and whispered, "Understood."

"What was that about?" Milo asked his guard officer.

"Some trouble in the capital, I was told to tell you later. Don't worry about it for now." Jefferson responded, "I'll take your suitcase to your room, get back in there."

Milo nodded and walked back in. He knew something bad had happened, and knew to respect Jefferson's orders.

OOC: there are a lot of spelling errors in some of your posts, guys, and you might want to fix that up.

Shindle looked downcast at Artifacta's statement.

"I was still interested, however, if you retained executive powers as queen, or if you were a figurehead as is common in so many nations today."

ooc: sorry power was on the fritz for those who didnt know why I left so suddenly and as for any sp errors Im using a very crappy laptop that has sticky keys and a barely functioning spacebar so bare with me

Nadov approached schindle and the queen "Sorry to interupt you two love birds..Nadov looked at the queens face to see if she took his joking comment friendly.."But in regards to our previous convorsation currently we have no leads on who could be supporting terrorist actions..we know our northern neighbor Zambistan has ties to terrorism..however my government will investigate further and share any information we gather with you." Nadov then turned and walked about the room evesdropping in on bits and pieces of different conversations.

"Your wish is my command..." he called over a waiter and he gave her the famous Nuevan Sweetfruit Cocktail, made with domestic liquors and the tangy Sweetfruit. He handed it to her. "Enjoy. Would you like me to show you to your room?"
After suppressing herself from lathering from the drink she decided it was time to see the room she would be occupying for the next few days and inquisitively asking “Does Anaya have a separate room?”.

OOC: The forum wasn't letting me access anything. But now im back
Shindle reutrns!!!
"Thank you for your information, Nadov. Now Queen Artifacta, may I meet your daughter?"
winks

OOC: The forum crash has just about ruined this RP, I have no idea what is going on and Nuevo has disappeared now!
Shindle, she seems to have disapeared.

Nadov in good time we will fix our regional problems, you and I are united and we have this conference and my visit to resolve our problems.

ooc: yea these forums do suck..
solve the regional problems indeed I already am planning that lol

OOC: yeah these forums crash to darn much. it makes me want to use one of these smilies. but i will refrain Anyways, so the italian dude wants to bed you, and I think your daughter is hot. Now your caught up

Shindle looks disappointed
"Oh well. Perhaps we can meet some other time. If you will refer her to me sometime, that would be very nice of you."

Yes, mabey she can visit your nation.

OOC: NS wiki link in sig.

"Thank you. My people would be honored to recieve her."

OOC: I've already seen your wiki. Mine is http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Kampfers.

The emperor has arrived at the peace conference in an utterly unspectacular and unimportant way.

Milo followed Jefferson to the rooms. As Jefferson put Milo's suitcase down, his phone rang again.
"Hello?" Jefferson asked and listened. His expression darkened and he said goodbye before hanging up.

"Jefferson, what's going on?" Milo asked

"There was an assanation attempt on the president during his speech. He was flown out in his helicopter along with his wife and your fiancée . The helicopter was shot down, sir. The president is in critical care. His wife is fine, with the excpetion of a broken arm. But your fiancée didn't make it. I'm sorry sir." Jefferson explained, "Listen we need allies to help us. Our forces are spread out across the globe. Just attend this conference and hopefully some of these countries will help us if things get worse."

Milo nodded, but was clearly depressed.
"Excuse me, I need to collect myself." Milo whispered and walked out of the room. He walked down the hall and back to the other leaders. He asked for a glass of water and tried to keep himself together.

"You mus tent mind them..they are a little jumpy after several weeks of tension within the empire and abroad, and you would be miss ?"

"I am Araceli Eruzione, Foreign Secretary of Luchamos. Don't worry about your gaurds, there is no substitute for vigilance."

An Epsilon gaurd then tapped her on the shoulder and motioned that she must take a call.

"A thousand sorrows, but I must go, please forgive me."

After suppressing herself from lathering from the drink she decided it was time to see the room she would be occupying for the next few days and inquisitively asking “Does Anaya have a separate room?”.

"Yes. Every guest has private quarters. If you wish I'll take you to your's now." He glanced over at the daughter, knowing that at least if he failed with the Queen, she was there.

Shindle Emerged from his quarters after a greats night sleep, He walks over to where Milo is standing
"Man I'm hungry. Where are those f'n italians?"
He then turns his attention to Milo
"I heard about your fiancee. I'm so sorry. Do you have any clues to who was behind it?"

OOC: isnt it funny how this is a peace conference, and several of us may be preparing for war? And nuevo, its a 12 year diff between the mom and daughter. dont be nasty. just go for the mom.

Eruzione put down the phone and turned to the Epsilon gaurd.

"You think I could talk to an emperor without worrying about some an ambassador on the other side of the world getting locked out of his embassy."

"I couldn not be more in agreement madam."

She walked back into the room and walked over to where some other leaders where standing.

She needed a drink.

Olmedrecan diplomat and officer of military intelligence colonel Lennart Kiviring was on a plane. Well, this is probably going to be easier then those nervous peace talks with Zambis at Gommorah. he thought. It probably looks funny to others that Olmedreca sent officer of military intelligence to peace conference. But nothing to do about it, it is Olmedrecan standard procedure with international meetings then someone with brains and authority to make importnant decisions is needed, and sending members of government is considered unneccessary. This conference may need importnant decisions, but also it may be waste of time, Kiviring was prepared for both possibilities. His plane ended landing manouver and it was time to move to limousine.

Nadov turned and noticed the Olmedrecan delegate he extended his hand "Emperor Nadov of Gataway. It is nice to see yet another ally attending the conference, the empire is still most grateful for your support during the Zambistan conflict."

"Colonel Kiviring of Olmedreca," said Olmedrecan delegate shaking Emperor's hand. "I had nice cooperation with your officers at peace talks with that Barber of Zambis. Empire of Olmedreca regrets not getting involved in Zambistani conflict earlier."

Growing impatient Artifacta asked the Nuevan officials "When do we begin".

OOC: this thing is pretty poorly hosted. there is almost noone here and weve been here for several days.

"It's good to see you again, Queen. Do you have any idea where these crazy italians may be hiding?

Milo sat quietly. He drank a glass of water and tried keeping himself together. He got up and walked to his room. He noticed Shindle and Queen Artifacta on his way.

"Excuse me, do either of you know when this is starting?" He asked quietly and politely, "There are matters I wish to bring up."

Shindle sighs
"It is the same with us. We have no clue where the host is, or when this is starting. If this doesn't start, I may be leaving soon to attend to some buisness at the UN."

"There have been recent attacks in my country as of a within the last few hours. I really need to return if I can." Milo said, "President Montego is in critical condition after his helicopter was shot down."

"I understand" Shindle states. "When you have more information on who attempted the assassination, please inform us. If it was the Armed Workers' Movement for a Global Revolution, perhaps our countries can make a joint strike."

"We will look into finding out who are responsible and if there is any link we will inform you." Milo said.

Shindle starts to walk away
"Thank you. Well, I'm leaving to go back to the UN. Goodbye Milo. I hope our nations can remain in touch. Goodbye Queen. Perhaps someday you can visit my country with your beautiful daughter. We would be overjoyed to have you."
He leaves

"Yes that would be nice. I will get advisors to contact you soon." Milo said the excused himself, "I must check on the situation in Silvado now."
He walked to his room and began to call advisors in Silvado.

Briano Sicilo walked back into the room. He stood back on the podium.

"Atteintion all: I am sorry for the delay. We shall have servants in immediately to assist."

About 12 servants, decked out in Nuevan colors, walked into the room. They did the complementary bow and waited for Briano to begin speaking again, before showing the guests to their rooms (http://www.asiatraveltips.com/LeRoyalMeridienDubai/LeRoyalMeridienDubaiAldanaroSuite.jpg). They were fairly small, about 1400 square feet, but packed with awesome features. 24/7 roomservice. A perfect view of Calloso. A small, celebrity kitchen with a little table and breakfast counter. A small private jaccuzzi outside on the private balcony, with a city view. Mini bars stuffed with expensive wines (Gregoro had seen to it the Aliqancian guests had margaritas ready for them). Marble bathroom floors. Granite counters. Fluffed pillows. King-sized beds. Furniture dating back to the earliest Nuevan monarchs. Everthing was unpacked. Everything was beautiful. Electronics where hidden into the antique/tropical furniture. Speakers in vases. T.V.s behind portraits that could be revelaed when a button was pressed and the portrait lifted up (there were small tutorials on these workings throughout the suite). Beyond the small palaces, spas and gyms were all over the building, along with even a bar and parler, with a party room. To think this was for a four-day convention! The government had blown hundreds of millions on this place- though they intended to sell it to a private hotel company afterwards. Guards had small rooms across the halls, it had been set up that if the guest wished, the guards could come into the rooms or outside the doors. Everything was perfect.

Briano again began to speak.

"Tonight, dinner will be served privately in your rooms. Waiters will be up shortly. Please alert our staff if you need anything. The conference will begin at noon tommorow, Nuevan Eastern Timezone. Good night," he said waving, and walked off. The servants politely began leading the guests to their rooms...

OOC: Simply RP the reaction to the room, have them order dinner, call friends/fellow diplomats, minor jetlag, etc. I will give the call when it is time for the conference.

It is about 9:30 PM in Nuevo Italia

Bump

Milo sat in his room and called for a meal. After that he called the head of Silvado Parliment.

"Isaac, its Milo." Milo said, "How's your brother doing?"

"Hi Milo, good to hear from you. Quinn's doing ok, but he's on life support right now. He's a bloody mess. How's the conference going? Bring up the attacks, maybe we could get some of those nations together to band together against terrorism." Isaac replied.

"Good idea, if anything comes up, don't be afraid to call me." Milo said and there was a knock at his door.

"Oh and Milo." Isaac added, "Im sorry about Sehra."

"Don't be, and please don't mention my fiancee...Its hard to deal with." Milo whispered, hurt.

"My apologies, well good luck over there." Isaac said.

"Yeah good luck to you too, you're gonna need it more than me." Milo said and hung up. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He greet the waiter.

"Listen can you do me a favor?" Milo asked the waiter, "Tell Sicilo that the Principality of Silvado has become victims of multiple terrorist attacks and this conference must hurry soon. Understood? Tell him I also have a proposal for an anti terrorism plan, for I know that two other leaders here have dealt with terrorists already. Now go tell Sicilo!"

The waiter handed Milo his food and nodded, though he secretly wondered if the man was right in the head.

"I will alert the Prime Minister. If you must leave, I can have a helicopter on the roof in 10 minutes flat. But I do hope you stay, Sir. Enjoy your meal, I will be back shortly."

Who does he take me for? A messenger? Does Slivado not know how to use phones? I'm a waiter, I took up this job for a couple thousand credits, for crying out loud! the waiter-turned-diplomat thought while walking briskly through the halls. He had soon arrived at the Prime Minister's wing. He flashed the guard his indentification and he nodded, allowing him in.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, I was delivering the Slivadan minister his food, and he demanded to see you. Something about terrorism, Sir."

He sighed. "Very well. I shall call him, I must be at dinner with the Governor of Calloso in a couple of hours. Good day, and thank you."

The waiter bowed as Briano nodded him goodbye, and he picked up the phone and dialed the room number. It began to ring....

Milo answered the phone.
"Is Prime Minister Sicilo?" Milo asked politely, "I hope the messanger didn't interupt anything."

"Hello, and yes, this is him speaking. No, he did not. What is on your mind?"

"I have recieved word about terrorists attacks in my country." Milo began, "I know this is a peace conference, but I wanted to bring up a war on terrorism issue with the other leaders, knowing that at least two others have had recent terrorist incidents. I don't think it would be polite to possibly waste time so I wanted to run it by you, since it is your conference."

"Thank you, I will be sure to add it to the list of priorities, though individuals can speak concerns at certain times. Thank you, now if you'll excuse me, I must meet with Governor Yassen Calto, goodnight, and goodbye." He hanged up the phone, and left the building. He would be back several hours later.


OOC: Remember, to add detail, just RP little personal activities, little things like reactions, explorations, eating dinner, detail and plot are two of the major elements that make RPing fun.

"Yes, thank you and have a good evening." Milo replied and put the phone down. He took a deep breath then walked to his food. The meal was large and obviously well prepared, Milo doubted he could finish it all, but appreciated how kind his hosts were. He examined the dish slowly before eating it. He coughed slightly, not used to the spices, but adjusted to them rather quickly. Milo noticed how elegant every thing was.
"Not even the most beautiful manor in San Martin matches this." Milo whispered.

There was another knock on the door. Milo hesitantly answered it to see his guards were in the hall.

"The men want to know the situation at home, should we leave or not?" Sargeant Jefferson asked.

"No, no. We can't leave. Our forces are spread to thin right now and we may need allies. Here, all of you come in and take some of what's left of the food if you're hungry." Milo said, "Jefferson did you tell them what you know?"

Jefferson nodded and looked over the tray before sitting down in a chair. Two of his men quickly finished off the food.

"Well besides what Jefferson told you, there was a biological weapon used. I spoke with Isaac earlier." Milo said, "The president is on life support but looks good considering he was shot and his helicopter crashed. Other than that, no new news on whose responsible and any links to anything that could pose a severe threat. We know that another attack can happen anytime, so I will inform you if anything new happens."

The men nodded and looked about the room and excused themselves. Jefferson stayed behind.

"This place is impressive." Jefferson said, "You enjoying your stay? Nothing at home matches this place."

"I'm trying to, but its quite hard to." Milo replied, "Not everyday you find out your friend could die and your fiancee is already dead."

"Don't blame you, sir." Jefferson agreed, "But try and relax. This meeting is important, but don't go overboard on it. Look at the other leaders, they look like they are having a ball and we know some have had recent problems. They might not need our help, but we will offer it anyway. Hopefully they will return the favor."

"You sound like Isaac..." Milo whispered, "Quinn was always the one to handle situations..."

"Maybe, but this is Quinn's job right now." Jefferson said, "Try to rest or something, just clear your mind."

Milo nodded and Jefferson returned to his assigned room.
"Relax..." Milo whispered and decided to try to get some sleep.

Nadov retired to his quarters.."finally I can get out of this uniform" He thought to himself..Important as it was to keep up appearances at the International level Nadov found the ornamented full military suit uncomfortable and was glad to finally be "allowed" to change into his Imperial tunic hanging his uniform up nice and pressed ready for tomorrow.

Nadov then placed several calls back home..there was no news and most of the calls were unimportant, it was simply necessary for the Leader of a nation to be in touch while away and thus his phone calls were more a formality than anything. Besides his son Zarus was more than an capable of ruling in his fathers stead. He then reviewed over the proposals he wished to push for during the conference.."Having Aliquantus and Olmedreca as allies will aid my position." Thinking strategically and politically as he always did. Nadov then contemplated the rumors of a terrorist attack occuring on one of the conference members heads of state. He took special note to push his anti-terror reforms both at home and at the conference

Upon finishing his state work Nadov finally relaxed and surprisingly not hungry, Nadov began reading, or more studying the works of Erus Juroa, a previous emperor and renowned philosopher in Gataway during the Velik Napredak..or great prosperity period when the empire experienced great social and economic growth

Colonel Kiviring was drinking Italian wine. Of course he knew to avoid letting drinking out of hand, if he fails because of being drunk he will lose his job and maybe even head if Supreme War Council should get really angry. Still Italians made good wine, not even comparable to that cheap thing that was made in Olmedreca. But things at alcohol front were still balanced, he knew well that those crappy Italian beers didnt make even close to some really good Olmedrecan ones like "Trarg Original". But currently he was in Nuevo Italia and
loosing a chance to drink their world class wine would be stupid.

Probably conference will be influenced by those terroristic attacks at Silvado. Kampfers diplomat had already left because of some UN business, Kiviring found it quite funny, this conference may be not ideally organized as its done by Italians after all, but still, compared to UN business it was going extremely fastly.

Queen Artifacta entered the room and walked straight to open the window and lit a cigarette before flopping back onto the bed with it in her mouth, completely relaxing herself.

After spending awhile reading Nadov..finding himself relaxed decided to leave his room and mingle a bit with those who had not yet retired..if anything he could get a feel for what other delegates were planning to discuss..While making his way through the complex he noticed the Olmedrecan diplomat sitting having a drink and decided to join him.

"Sorry about running off earlier, No hard feelings I hope.?, and don't worry the empire holds no hard feelings about the Olmedreca delay into the Zambistan conflict, in truth you had every right to remain neutral in the matter..Nadov cleared his throat.before grabbing his own glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter he decided to make conversation with the colonel..Anti terrorism will likely be the first issue discussed..the empire has already drafter several proposals as well as the enactment of our Imperial Security laws..so tell me what is the Olmedreca stance on the issue or do you even have one for that matter?"

"Well, there are actualy some terroristic organizations in Olmedreca too, some stalinists, some anarchysts, some trotskysts, some nazis, lots of different groups, all very divided, all very weak", said Kiviring. "As im from military intelligence myselfly I have quite nice overview about Olmedrecan terrorist groups, they are all extremely weak at the moment and military intelligence keeps eye on them. But if some foreign group starts supporting any of them, then it may change... so Olmedreca is strongly interested in international cooperation aganist terrorism, as it is better to deal with problem before it actualy reaches to our territories."

Nadov slowly took a sip from his drink.."Interesting..our own interest in terrorism came as a result of attacks on Aliquantus which led to my enactment of the imperial security laws..quite controversial but they've been effective..You will have my support during the conference on matters regarding anti-terrorism..speaking of which it is a shame Zambistan has no delegate in attendance."

"Well, sadly controversial actions are quite oftenly unaviodable then dealing with terrorists." Olmedrecan diplomat finished his wine. "Zambistani problem is real, its obvious that our countries realize the problem, Aliquantus seems to be also understanding the situation, now it is interesting what Italians think about Zambi problem."

Nadov took another sip of his wine.."Perhaps we can find out what exactly their position on Zambistan is..if we get enough support within the region then perhaps we can properly deal with the problem..I would support almost any other form of government in Zambistan as long as it was organized and not run by the likes of the barber character."

Kiviring allowed waitress to fill his glass, "I agree with your position about Zambistan. We are ready for full military and political cooperation on Zambistani issue. Empire of Olmedreca will support you even if Italians decide to ignore Zambistani problem."

Nadov was somewhat surprised by the colonel's outburst and open declaration for military action against Zambistan.."Im glad you agree with our position colonel..however it may not be wise to publicly discuss now.. such matters would be more appropriate to talk about behind closed doors not the middle of a Nuevo Italian bar during a peace conference."

"I fully agree with you." Kiviring knew well that his government liked the idea of cooperation with Gataway. Olmedreca and Gataway were quite similar in size so they would not need to be worried about possibility of bigger ally dominating them, or vice versa.

ooc: your actually quite bigger than me via region map but I have colonies.
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Nadov nodded "We will have to discuss plans for Zambistan sometime after this conference..however I have a meeting scheduled with queen Artifacta and then have to work out some dealings with Luchamos....Nadov paused and drank from his glass before having it refilled...After those matters are done then perhaps we can hold our own meeting..I may even be able to persuade Artifacta to aid us as she too seems to be against the new Zambistan government."

"Persuasion is not needed" said Artifacta as she walked towards the pair. "Kiviring, you should join us when we head back to Gataway after this conference and I will help both of your nations cease all terrorist action in the region".

Nadov turned "Finally out of your room eh..you know thats only going to lead to more delegates attempting to flirt with you..I am glad however that you share our view on the terrorism problem..you seem to have already developed a stern solution to the problem..Its nice to have another ruler in the region that isn't afraid to step on toes as they say."

"It is funny you should say that, we cut certain body parts from terrorists. The key is to deter them and a painful end to manhood is the best deterrent we have tried".
Lighting up a cigarette, Artifacta then turned for a response.

Nadov shook his head and laughed slightly at his most eccentric ally.."Yes I suppose that makes a good deterrent..in Gataway we interrogate them and then use them for free labor or simply execute them its simple and cost effective."

"Interrogation goes without saying, after their full castration we give them to our soldiers for hand to hand combat training" Artifacta was rather pleased that she visited the training area only a week before.

Nadov finished his glass of wine before having it again refilled.."You never cease to amaze me Artifacta..Im glad to have you as an ally instead of my enemy..perhaps however we could discuss more pleasant matters ?"

After submitting a new proposal to the UN, Shindle returns to the conference
"Ah, I'm back. I hope I didn't miss anything. I overheard you talking about Zambistan. We have resons to believe they supplied the terrorists that attacked me. If you want to move on them, count Kampfers in."

OOC: love the war planning in a peace conference

"Nadov turned to Shindle.."There will be no actions against Zambistan in the near future..and the empire's defense ministry is in the process of launching a very detailed investigation as to the sources of the terrorist attack against your state..I suggest we all end this discussion and save it for another time before others become involved."

"I agree. Nadov, Queen Artifica, Olmedreca, Milo, I propose we all meet again in a military planning conference against these terrorristic groups. It can be held in the capital of Kampfers, Kampfers Stadt."
Shindle appears to be getting excited

ooc: I have to go..for a few
Nadov rose adjusted his tunis bid the queen goodday as well as the other delegates around him.."I'm sorry but I have matters to attend to in my quarters we will discuss this matter more later." With that Nadov made his way back down the corridor to his personal quarters

Milo walked into the hall. He managed to get some sleep, and he felt slightly better. He noticed a few leaders chatting as he walked about.
"Hello." He said politely and walked to them.

OOC: Will post soon... finishing up biology paper

*damn anatomical structure of the Bovidae family*

OOC: Will post soon... finishing up biology paper

*damn anatomical structure of the Bovidae family*

its been like a week since you posted this.
You take that long to write a paper?