NationStates Jolt Archive

"Hmm...late. Bloody planes. Why doesn't anyone fly BA anymore?"

Camille was pacing the lounge. It was probably no fault of Reyes - rather ATC, no doubt keeping the plane in the air. If the Chancellor knew of what was going on...

The reason Reyes was being dragged over to the British Territories was simple: Barronia was a European Naval Superpower, as was Honako. Neither nation could afford to go to war with the other. So, it seemed simple. If you can't beat them, join them. At least, that's what it appeared to be. If the High Commissionar or the Chancellor had other, more sinister reasons (for what there could be in a trade agreement), then she wasn't being told.

For now, all she could do was wait Mr Reyes's arrival.

OOC: Honakon - RP your landing if you'd like. We'll meet in the lounge, and then a short journey, before we get down to the nitty-gritty. I'm thinking the Chancellor may drop by as well.

OOC: Barronia, good move on your part. This will probably allow you better relations with the whole Med Sea alliance, maybe even your inclusion later if you so wish.

OOC: Huzzah! I did something clever! :D

Commissionar Jeronimo Reyes pushed open the doors pushed open the doors to the lounge furiously; shoving them so hard they slammed back into his "trails" faces. His trail was a group of around eight diplomats, all carried suitcases, bundles of paper and a couple with laptops who would jot down the events of the meeting. He walked over to someone who looked idle and was possibly a waiter, and shouted in fast Spanish at him. The other Spanish speakers of the room even found it hard to understand what he was saying, though they picked up "bloody Barronians delaying me" and "get me a strong drink" and hoped a translator was not in the room. Reyes had a reputation as the most "celebrity like" member of the Big Four, and was very demanding and short tempered, though had huge charisma.

Realizing this was a diplomatic meeting and he probably looked crazy, so Reyes jolted around and greeted Camille by grabbing her and kissing both her cheeks. Then, in a complete turnaround from his mood a minute earlier, he smiled broadly and said.

"The flight was delayed. I am so sorry for my lateness. This is a lovely airport you have here. Barronia is so..." He was unsure what to say, so he just waited for Camille to speak and begin discussions.

OOC: Will post after work, about 4, maybe 4 hours 30.

My Lord, what is with that man? Camille thought, as the Commissionar burst through the doors. Just how long did ATC keep him up there, or, more to the point, who does he think he is? The waiter gave the Commissionar a dirty look, before catching Camille's glare and carrying out his request.

"I must apologise Commissionar. It appears to be a busy day for Heathrow, if they ever have one that isn't. The weather is never really particularly nice, today worse than normal. Either way, we shall be proceeding to my offices as soon as the minibus has arrived for your aides. I trust you had a nice flight? Oh, and if you'd like to follow me - bring your drink with you, by all means."

As they made their way through the Terminal, Reye's aides in tow, Camille tried to make smalltalk.

"So, where is it you hail from, Mr Reyes?"

"A small village by the name of Relleu in Eastern Espanola. I was born there in the dark times of our country, when Espanola was a divided and dangerous place. Before the great Perez united it of course."

"My political career took off when I offered to assist Perez in the Socialist Revolution he conducting in the 50's, first as a solider, then in the 60's as a politician, and by 1970 due to the first and so far only death of a member of the Big Four rulers of the country, I was chosen to take the empty place of power. Now, I am just an old man..." He looked upset at the thought - once the Big Four had been one of the most feared leaderships in the world, not just in Europe - now they were older men with an average age of around 72 or 73 - he was the youngest at 68.

"Where are you from Ms. Camille?" They stepped outside the Terminal and he waited for the cars to pick them up "Again, this country is just marvellous" He said, piling on the flattery.

"A small village by the name of Relleu in Eastern Espanola. I was born there in the dark times of our country, when Espanola was a divided and dangerous place. Before the great Perez united it of course."

"My political career took off when I offered to assist Perez in the Socialist Revolution he conducting in the 50's, first as a solider, then in the 60's as a politician, and by 1970 due to the first and so far only death of a member of the Big Four rulers of the country, I was chosen to take the empty place of power. Now, I am just an old man..." He looked upset at the thought - once the Big Four had been one of the most feared leaderships in the world, not just in Europe - now they were older men with an average age of around 72 or 73 - he was the youngest at 68.

"Where are you from Ms. Camille?" They stepped outside the Terminal and he waited for the cars to pick them up "Again, this country is just marvellous" He said, piling on the flattery.

"A revolutionary, eh? Can't say the idea tempts me...We've been attached to Belgium for as long as I can remember...although the current Chancellor was elected only 5 years ago - he's done wonders for us.

You're evidently a knowledgable man when it comes to politics - more than 30 years experience! I can see we'll be hard-pressed to weasel you into an unfair deal, ha ha! But I jest. Age counts for more in politics, if you should want my opinion. Better to have the experience and be more respected, if less powerful, than to have all the armies of the world under your command and be incompetent at using them effectively."

The car pulled up, 4x4's in front and behind it. Behind that, a minibus slowed to a halt.

"Mr Reyes, our carriage awaits. Your aides will be travelling in the minibus, and we'll be headed straight for Westminster."

Stepping into the car, a Rolls Royce Phantom in Pullman style (OOC: Extended chassis allowing 2 seats facing forward, 2 facing back, pluse passenger privacy glass), she took a seat opposite Reyes.

"Anyway, back to our conversation. I personally hail from Brussels, as my name might suggest - I'm not British. I was a member of the Cabinet of the previous government, although the Chancellor insisted that I stay - something about consistency, though he changed the rest of the Cabinet around.

As for your comment about this country being marvellous...it's nice that you're able to see past the weather! It's not been good as of late, although summer days here do make for nice cruises along the river, should you ever decide to stay. However, government policy for your nation dictates that you wouldn't, I think."

The cars began to make their way into the traffic leaving the airport, the driver doing his utmost to avoid stop-starts. He had been instructed that there would be hell to pay if the Commissionar was kept unhappy.

Reyes sat quietly in the car, waiting to arrive at wherever they were going. Barronia seemed to want to be nice to the Socialist Republic, but he wondered whether they would want close relations, and where this conference was going...