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OOC: Only those who signed up will be allowed to enter this. LOCATED ON A BEACH. It's dark out now. President Kilo is in shorts and a t-shirt and no shoes.

IC:
President Kilo's Bonfire will begin shortly! We await meeting your nations representatives!

Bump for arrivals.

Ricala was pissed. Not only was he still hurting, as his recovery was slow, but now he had to go to a frigging bonfire. Saying to no one in particular, he growled, "Frigging ViZion. Always stirring things up. Even Alaric was getting pissed at all the subs and ships that were being hijacked. What the fuck do you wear to a bonfire?"

A maidservant came up to him. "M'lord, perhaps this one time you can forgoe the usual full-battle uniform and dress in something more casual."

"Casual, huh? I'll bet there's gonna be a bunch of faggy-lookin' creeps there all decked out in Hawaiian shirts and clam-diggers." He looked in one of his many closets. "There, on the right. The grey silk Tommy Bahama polo shirt and the black linen pants. That'll do if I gotta go casual."

"Yes, your Majesty." She retrieved the clothing he desired, then picked out a sport coat as well. "M'lord, this dark grey check jacket would really top off the outfit, no?"

He glared at her, then noticed that she was right. Looked pretty damn good. "OK, ok. I'll wear the friggin' jacket, too." He was looking at her in a different light now. "What's your name, girl?"

"Michelle, m'lord."

"Michelle, you busy tonight? I hear there's a hell of a bonfire happening over in ViZion. We can hob-nob with the rich and famous and maybe play patty-fingers later on in the evening."

'Damn Taniths', she thought. 'Some things will never change with them. Always horney." She said, however, "Why thank you, m'lord! I'd be honored to go with you, if......." She hesitated.

"If WHAT, girl?"

"If there's going to be a chaperone going with us, m'lord. After all, it wouldn't be seemly if the King of Auralinia is seen with an unattached female."

'Cagey bitch, this one', he thought. "Alright, Michelle, we'll find us a chaperone. Just so no one gets the wrong idea." If she only knew what idea he had.............. "Hurry to your quarters and get ready. We leave in an hour."

An hour! How could she get ready in just an hour! "Yes, Majesty. I'll be ready." She bowed and walked serenely out of the room..........and promptly sprinted down the hall to the servants quarters, in a near panic.......

OOC: Where is the bonfire? Is it on a beach, in the forest? If it's not on a beach, I'll edit my post.

IC:

George Matthews was coming to the bonfire since Fuhrer Richtoff was busy. The lord of the Kampferian parliament, he held much power in the parliament, but it did not amount to much real power. The parliament only held 4 or 5 powers, although those powers did carry considerable weight. Matthews was a friend of Richtoff's. He was one of the few non-corrupt members of parliament when Richtoff became Fuhrer, then Chancellor. Richtoff rewarded him for being such, as he purged the corruption out of the system.

Matthews was an active man. As such, he had decided to bring his Sea doo to ViZion. He was interested in meeting the other people, deepening national relationships, but also just having a good time. He could see the blaze of the bonfire from far off. He revved his engine, and shot over there. He had pulled the Sea Doo up on the beach, and walked over to the people already there. "Hello, George Matthews of Kampfers. How are ya'll doing?"

Lord Sumguy drove towrd the location of the bonfire, feeling very releived to have an excuse not to wear a suit. He got out, dressed in a plain black shirt and jeans, and paused to pick up a case from within the car. He walked over to the bonfire, and sat down. "will there be any food to cook, or music?"

Kynaz Sanin Alexeitovich Andropov was the youngest son of the now-passed Tsar Alexei Andropov -- Sanin being only 16 years old, yet fully mentally and politically qualified to run the Empire. While Tsar Xavier II -- the oldest son of Alexei and 23 -- was the leader and Veliky Kynaz Tarakh Andropov -- at 20 -- did the "behind the scenes" work, Sanin was pretty much left in the dust. So it was typically him that got to do the diplomatic visits, unfortunately often being looked down upon due to his young age.

Sanin arrived via Executive Plot-Device Airlines in ViZon several shakes of a lambs tail after departure, and after an interaction with the always-present welcoming committee, took his fold out transportation device designed by Plot Device Transportation Industries, arrived at the location of wherever the delegates were meeting, be it the bonfire location or somewhere else.

He carried his ceremonial sword (which unlike a lot of ceremonial things, actually worked quite well) with him, but no guards, as he was a champion swordsman, and like all of the Andropovs, a psionic. It was unlikely a need for these things would occur, except for maybe impressing other delegates with the superior craftsmanship of Dersconi swords, or stunning other delegates by doing tricks with his psionic abilities.

OOC: Blah, short post, out of time.

OOC: I'll respond tomorrow to you guys. Sorry for delay...

OOC: Where is the bonfire? Is it on a beach, in the forest? If it's not on a beach, I'll edit my post.

IC:

George Matthews was coming to the bonfire since Fuhrer Richtoff was busy. The lord of the Kampferian parliament, he held much power in the parliament, but it did not amount to much real power. The parliament only held 4 or 5 powers, although those powers did carry considerable weight. Matthews was a friend of Richtoff's. He was one of the few non-corrupt members of parliament when Richtoff became Fuhrer, then Chancellor. Richtoff rewarded him for being such, as he purged the corruption out of the system.

Matthews was an active man. As such, he had decided to bring his Sea doo to ViZion. He was interested in meeting the other people, deepening national relationships, but also just having a good time. He could see the blaze of the bonfire from far off. He revved his engine, and shot over there. He had pulled the Sea Doo up on the beach, and walked over to the people already there. "Hello, George Matthews of Kampfers. How are ya'll doing?"
OOC: It's on a beach... and you're the first here
IC:
"Hello George, welcome to ViZion!" said President Kilo, looking a bit shocked that George arrived on a Sea Doo.

"I am President Kilo. It is great to meet you!" he said.

Lord Sumguy drove towrd the location of the bonfire, feeling very releived to have an excuse not to wear a suit. He got out, dressed in a plain black shirt and jeans, and paused to pick up a case from within the car. He walked over to the bonfire, and sat down. "will there be any food to cook, or music?"
"Hello there! I am President Kilo of ViZion. Lord Sumguy I assume?" he asked. "And there will be no cooks. However, we will have music, and there will be food. Good old fashion Bonfire-style!" he said, pointing over to a couple bands, some speakers, and a couple large coolers that housed drinks of sorts, as well as hotdogs, marshmellows and other food. To the side were various other foods able to be out of the cold.

Kynaz Sanin Alexeitovich Andropov was the youngest son of the now-passed Tsar Alexei Andropov -- Sanin being only 16 years old, yet fully mentally and politically qualified to run the Empire. While Tsar Xavier II -- the oldest son of Alexei and 23 -- was the leader and Veliky Kynaz Tarakh Andropov -- at 20 -- did the "behind the scenes" work, Sanin was pretty much left in the dust. So it was typically him that got to do the diplomatic visits, unfortunately often being looked down upon due to his young age.

Sanin arrived via Executive Plot-Device Airlines in ViZon several shakes of a lambs tail after departure, and after an interaction with the always-present welcoming committee, took his fold out transportation device designed by Plot Device Transportation Industries, arrived at the location of wherever the delegates were meeting, be it the bonfire location or somewhere else.

He carried his ceremonial sword (which unlike a lot of ceremonial things, actually worked quite well) with him, but no guards, as he was a champion swordsman, and like all of the Andropovs, a psionic. It was unlikely a need for these things would occur, except for maybe impressing other delegates with the superior craftsmanship of Dersconi swords, or stunning other delegates by doing tricks with his psionic abilities.

OOC: Blah, short post, out of time.
President Kilo was a bit suprised to see such a young person arrive, but none the less did not let that show on his face. "Hello there, young man. Where do you come from?" he asked.

OOC: It's on a beach... and you're the first here
IC:
"Hello George, welcome to ViZion!" said President Kilo, looking a bit shocked that George arrived on a Sea Doo.

"I am President Kilo. It is great to meet you!" he said.

"Hello. I apoligize for the unusual means of arrival," he said, noting the look on the president's face. "I like to have fun when I'm not on duty."

"Hello. I apoligize for the unusual means of arrival," he said, noting the look on the president's face. "I like to have fun when I'm not on duty."
President Kilo laughed, "That is alright. It is definately great to see you enjoy your time off! I wish I still had time to enjoy for myself, but alas, the past several years have not allowed such luxury. But, welcome, welcome my friend! We have drinks over in the coolers over there!" he said, pointing off to the right.

President Kilo laughed, "That is alright. It is definately great to see you enjoy your time off! I wish I still had time to enjoy for myself, but alas, the past several years have not allowed such luxury. But, welcome, welcome my friend! We have drinks over in the coolers over there!" he said, pointing off to the right.

"Wonderful. Well, I think I may get myself something to drink, and maybe sit down for a sec. Those Sea Doo's do take a toll on an older man's knees."

Sanin smiled back at President Kilo, even though he was a little insulted by the "young man" comment. He got it a lot, though, so he didn't bother to show his insult.

"And good evening to you. I am Kynaz Sanin of the Andropov House of Derscon. Lovely beach here, really. It reminds me of Saehmir back home, the little out-of-the-way beach town where Kalistrat, my dragon, is raised." Sanin didn't bother to think of the consequences of mentioning the fact he had a pet and guardian dragon would be in a meeting with people who have likely never seen anything magnificent beyond that made by man and machine, but to be honest, he didn't care. If a nation's diplomat was to be that socially inept as to be appalled at such a creation, then Derscon wasn't interested in interacting with them.

Kynaz Sanin continued to look around the beach, and spotting the coolers, made his way over to them, where another man was already standing.

"Wonderful. Well, I think I may get myself something to drink, and maybe sit down for a sec. Those Sea Doo's do take a toll on an older man's knees."
"Ahh, yes, I remember as a younger man being able to ride those. I still could I'm sure, but man, I just don't have the time. But, alas, yes, get whatever you want to drink. We should be having people arrive shortly!" President Kilo said.

Sanin smiled back at President Kilo, even though he was a little insulted by the "young man" comment. He got it a lot, though, so he didn't bother to show his insult.

"And good evening to you. I am Kynaz Sanin of the Andropov House of Derscon. Lovely beach here, really. It reminds me of Saehmir back home, the little out-of-the-way beach town where Kalistrat, my dragon, is raised." Sanin didn't bother to think of the consequences of mentioning the fact he had a pet and guardian dragon would be in a meeting with people who have likely never seen anything magnificent beyond that made by man and machine, but to be honest, he didn't care. If a nation's diplomat was to be that socially inept as to be appalled at such a creation, then Derscon wasn't interested in interacting with them.

Kynaz Sanin continued to look around the beach, and spotting the coolers, made his way over to them, where another man was already standing.
"It is nice to meet you, Prince Sanin. You mention a dragon?" President Kilo asked, getting a slight shiver down his spin as he remembers the stories he heard ever since a young child about the Acigoo wars. "Anyway, there's some drinks over there. I'm going to start the bonfire shortly so that by dark, it will have a good basis to grow upon." he said.

"It is nice to meet you, Prince Sanin. You mention a dragon?" President Kilo asked, getting a slight shiver down his spin as he remembers the stories he heard ever since a young child about the Acigoo wars. "Anyway, there's some drinks over there. I'm going to start the bonfire shortly so that by dark, it will have a good basis to grow upon." he said.

Sanin smiled again. "Yes, dragons. They've wandered the Tundarian Expanse since time immemorial. They were only recently discovered by the nobility, although certain circles within Derscon have known about them, raised them, and bred them since the communities were founded, many, many thousands of years ago, some even before the Amarathine Imperium. Nice creatures. Formidable beasts, yet immensely intelligent. Far beyond human capabilities in just about anything you can imagine." He moved over to the drinks as the President followed.

"Oh? Well, if you want any more built, I'll happily help. Fire has always been something I enjoyed."

Sanin smiled again. "Yes, dragons. They've wandered the Tundarian Expanse since time immemorial. They were only recently discovered by the nobility, although certain circles within Derscon have known about them, raised them, and bred them since the communities were founded, many, many thousands of years ago, some even before the Amarathine Imperium. Nice creatures. Formidable beasts, yet immensely intelligent. Far beyond human capabilities in just about anything you can imagine." He moved over to the drinks as the President followed.

"Oh? Well, if you want any more built, I'll happily help. Fire has always been something I enjoyed."
"Interesting... well, I'm going to wait on building up the fire for a little while until a few others begin to arrive." he said.
"So, what kind of pressure is on you, being 16 in the family you are in?" President Kilo asked, "And man, do I miss being your age. Things were much more enjoyable back then."

Major General Scott Oron's helicopter slowly descended onto the beach. It had been a short flight from the Atlantica where his family was staying and he was eager to meet everyone. He walked over to President Kilo to introduce himself.

"Hello President Kilo, I'm Major General Scott Oron of Aurum Domus. I just want to compliment you and your administration on the handling of the Cazelian rebuilding. Without you it would've never got off the ground."

Major General Scott Oron's helicopter slowly descended onto the beach. It had been a short flight from the Atlantica where his family was staying and he was eager to meet everyone. He walked over to President Kilo to introduce himself.

"Hello President Kilo, I'm Major General Scott Oron of Aurum Domus. I just want to compliment you and your administration on the handling of the Cazelian rebuilding. Without you it would've never got off the ground."
"Hello Major General Scott Oron, it is very nice to meet you!" President Kilo. "Thank you. Unfortunately, we've been in countless other situations almost identical to this that has made us very good at rebuilding. It is also what has allowed us to rebuild ourselves so quickly after the Decade War. Alas, that is a store for later, maybe tonight. Would you like a drink?" President Kilo continued, pointing at the coolers.

"Interesting... well, I'm going to wait on building up the fire for a little while until a few others begin to arrive." he said.
"So, what kind of pressure is on you, being 16 in the family you are in?" President Kilo asked, "And man, do I miss being your age. Things were much more enjoyable back then."

Sanin chuckled. "Surprisingly, very little pressure. Tsar Xavier is twenty-three, Veliky Kynaz Tarakh is twenty. They do most of the work required of a head of state. I pretty much get all the travel in the family. It's nice, though, but I finished what most people consider a masters degree last year, on my sixteenth birthday. So yeah, it's not that bad."

OOC: I'm assuming that characters will, you know, interact. We're not all in separate universes. :P

Sanin chuckled. "Surprisingly, very little pressure. Tsar Xavier is twenty-three, Veliky Kynaz Tarakh is twenty. They do most of the work required of a head of state. I pretty much get all the travel in the family. It's nice, though, but I finished what most people consider a masters degree last year, on my sixteenth birthday. So yeah, it's not that bad."

OOC: I'm assuming that characters will, you know, interact. We're not all in separate universes. :P
President Kilo was impressed, and he allowed that to be shown on his face. "Well done!" he complimented the 16 year old, "It sounds like you're headed places, and enjoying life. That's great!" he said.

President Kilo was impressed, and he allowed that to be shown on his face. "Well done!" he complimented the 16 year old, "It sounds like you're headed places, and enjoying life. That's great!" he said.

Sanin smiled. "Thanks, but that's how all of the Andropovs are. If you can't manage to pass at that age, then you're not fit to govern. We try to make sure we don't have stupid monarchs," he said, winking. When Kilo said he was heading places, Sanin just shrugged.

"Not really. I'm already as high as I can go, unless both of my brothers die, which I'd rather not happen. I might become a general, like Tarakh was for a little. I mean, to pass the exams, you have to be proficient enough to be able to command an army well, so I might just take an apprenticeship with one of the current field commanders. Although, that would take way from some of my...other studies, as well."

Sanin smiled. "Thanks, but that's how all of the Andropovs are. If you can't manage to pass at that age, then you're not fit to govern. We try to make sure we don't have stupid monarchs," he said, winking. When Kilo said he was heading places, Sanin just shrugged.

"Not really. I'm already as high as I can go, unless both of my brothers die, which I'd rather not happen. I might become a general, like Tarakh was for a little. I mean, to pass the exams, you have to be proficient enough to be able to command an army well, so I might just take an apprenticeship with one of the current field commanders. Although, that would take way from some of my...other studies, as well."
Mmmm he said, "What other studies are those?"

Mmmm he said, "What other studies are those?"

Sanin smiled slyly. "Oh, come now, President Kilo. You're a nice guy, but I just met you. I can't divulge everything, now, can I?" he said, with another wink.

Vice President Gannon's helicopter landed gracefully on a vacant portion of the beach, and from out of its door stepped a tall, handsome man in his early 40s but radiating the energy of a 20 year old. Spotting President Kilo, he walked up and introduced himself. "Vice President Gannon, Central Prestonia. Preston told me I was going on assignment to an island, but this is more like a vacation. I wish he'd give me more of these," he chuckled. "So anyways, is there a bar around here? I need a drink, caught turbulence all the way out here. Damn helos, never fly in one if you can help it."

Vice President Gannon's helicopter landed gracefully on a vacant portion of the beach, and from out of its door stepped a tall, handsome man in his early 40s but radiating the energy of a 20 year old. Spotting President Kilo, he walked up and introduced himself. "Vice President Gannon, Central Prestonia. Preston told me I was going on assignment to an island, but this is more like a vacation. I wish he'd give me more of these," he chuckled. "So anyways, is there a bar around here? I need a drink, caught turbulence all the way out here. Damn helos, never fly in one if you can help it."
President Kilo laughed, "Ya, wouldn't that be nice?" he asked, "It is certainly nice meeting you, Mr. Gannon. We do have drinks, not a bar though." he said, pointing at the coolers.

"Awesome," replied Gannon. "So anyways, nice party, where'd you get the idea? I can honestly say that this is the most fun I've had since becoming VP. If you're going to throw another one next year, I'll have to get the Prez to come. oh and by the way, you got anything to eat here? All I had time to get before I left Vitalita was some ice cream, so I'm pretty starved."

"Awesome," replied Gannon. "So anyways, nice party, where'd you get the idea? I can honestly say that this is the most fun I've had since becoming VP. If you're going to throw another one next year, I'll have to get the Prez to come. oh and by the way, you got anything to eat here? All I had time to get before I left Vitalita was some ice cream, so I'm pretty starved."
President Kilo smiled, "Ya know, the idea came on one of those restless nights. Just came to my mind. I laughed about the idea for a couple days before thinking, maybe I should try it. And, now that you ask, I just might make this an annual event." he said. "And for food, we got some snacks by the coolers. Once the fire gets going, we'll be cooking some food."

At that, he went over to begin getting the logs ready to light.

Sanin glanced over the newcomers with curiosity. Hmm. Adult leaders doing these things and not feeling awkward?, he thought to himself. Interesting.

He wasn't particularly hungry, and was no longer thirsty, so he avoided the coolers for the moment, instead preferring to stand out near the waterline, looking out to sea. He would interact with the rest of the delegates when more people arrive -- that way, if there is any general idiocy dealing with his age, he can avoid those people and stick with those that don't care, rather than force an awkward situation on the whole event.

Plus, Sanin always liked the sea, and was raised there when young by Alexei and Sanin's mother, in Saehmir. When he was 2, Alexei moved back to Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City, but still came up every so often to be with his son, while Katherine stayed in Saehmir. There, he stayed until he was 7.

But he remembered all the times playing on the beach in Saehmir, and when he first discovered he was a psionic, and when he learned of his history. For being such a small child, it was a lot to take in. But I'm glad, he thought after his reflection. Otherwise, I'd just be a snot-nosed teenager.

"Hello there! I am President Kilo of ViZion. Lord Sumguy I assume?" he asked. "And there will be no cooks. However, we will have music, and there will be food. Good old fashion Bonfire-style!" he said, pointing over to a couple bands, some speakers, and a couple large coolers that housed drinks of sorts, as well as hotdogs, marshmellows and other food. To the side were various other foods able to be out of the cold.

"Ah, good! I had brought my own instrument," he said, patting the case next to him, "But i see it isn't needed."

Scott walked over to a cooler and pulled out a soda from the cooler and took a sip. He was enjoying himself but he would be happier once the delegates of Aurum Domus' allies arrived.

Nobody heard the low hum, but they sure as hell saw the fiery blue oval materialize a few yards down from the festivities. Out of the TransBeam stepped Ricala Taniti, King of Auralinia, Lord Director of the Xeraphian Space League, and a stunning woman whose beauty was understated by the demure clothig she wore.

As the two emerged, they stopped, looked around, and saw president Kilo down near the water's edge talking to a young man. 'I suppose it's another newb national. The way nations are springing up these days, I can't keep track', he thought. To Michelle he said, "Well, my dear. are you ready to meet kings, presidents, and other various heads of state?"

She was staring wide-eyed at her surroundings. "Y-y-yes, m'lord. I suppose so. I've never been ina situation like this before."

Ricala said, "Two things. Don't call me lord, majesty, or anything like that. Ric will do tonight. And, Michelle, please do your best not to act like a tourist. You look regal enough to be a queen...act like it."

Michelle's cheeks reddened slightly at his reference to a queen. It was no secret that Ricala, being a widower, was in need of a wife. At least that was the opinion of most of the women in the kingdom. He was not convinced.....yet.

He said, "There's Kilo over there. I suppose that we should say hello before we dig in." The two Auralinians made their way over to the President of ViZion, Ricala waving as they approached. "Mr. President, good to see you again. And under much better circumstances than the last time, I'll wager."

He was referring to the Doom/MP war, which had not turned out well.

OOC: is this MT or FT?

OOC: is this MT or FT?


ooc: personally, I'd say that since it's a non-military thing, that it's 98% MT with a sprinkling of non-threatening FT. (Is that vague enough?)

Scott walked over to a cooler and pulled out a soda from the cooler and took a sip. He was enjoying himself but he would be happier once the delegates of Aurum Domus' allies arrived.

Over at the cooler, George recognized Scott. "Hey there. George Matthews of Kampfers," he said, standing up and extending his hand.

Sanin turned around from the waterline and walked back up to the coolers to grab a drink. Bah, ViZon doesn't buy from Imperial Wine and Spirits (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=531565), not much here. Oh well. He shrugged it off and started to walk away, but using his psionics, had one of the orange sodas levitate out of the cooler and into his hand, the cooler lid shutting 'on its own,' as he popped the bottle cap and drank. Ah, okay, he thought. Not bad.

He glanced at the new-comers and did a bit of a mental analysis. Hmm, I don't know any of these peoples' nations...wait, Kampfers. He's New Prussian Empire. Sanin grunted to himself. Stealing our name, figures. He was about to approach him, but George approached someone else and struck up a conversation, and Sanin didn't really want to be rude and butt in, so he decided to go about surveying the local scenery -- being a bit of a naturalist -- and enjoying his orange soda.

ooc: personally, I'd say that since it's a non-military thing, that it's 98% MT with a sprinkling of non-threatening FT. (Is that vague enough?)

OOC: I don't see why it can't be all genres, since, as you said, there isn't going to be any fighting. Derscon is Fantasy/future tech, and I'm here. :p

"George, I haven't seen you since that UFAN meeting last year. How ya been?"

"Doin' good. How's the missus? The nation? Last I heard, Aurum Domus had a cell of the ACA pop up as a possible location."

Gannon saw two people whom he thought he recognized by the cooler and rushed over to greet them. "Justin Gannon, VP of Central Prestonia," he said, introducing himself.

"Charlottes great, she just got a promotion, now she's the head of the ADIA's anti terrorist squad. Nation's been great, our economy actually got a boost from the reconstruction. Last thing I heard about the potential ACA cell was that most of the members were killed in a firefight with Silens Nex after a disagreement."

Gannon saw two people whom he thought he recognized by the cooler and rushed over to greet them. "Justin Gannon, VP of Central Prestonia," he said, introducing himself.

"Hey, my brother. George Matthews, Kampferian Lord of Parliament."

"Charlottes great, she just got a promotion, now she's the head of the ADIA's anti terrorist squad. Nation's been great, our economy actually got a boost from the reconstruction. Last thing I heard about the potential ACA cell was that most of the members were killed in a firefight with Silens Nex after a disagreement."

"Wonderful. It's always good to hear about one of our greatest enemies getting killed."

"hi Justin, I'm Scott. I've seen around UFAN headquarters but I've never formally introduced myself."

President Kilo had disappeared for a while, seeing the guests were talking to eachother.

He finally arrived, however. He entered the center, where he had begun piling the fire logs at. "Excuse me," he said, having a somewhat grim look and voice, "ViZion has entered war with British Londinium. We have managed to get to a cease fire, and we will be entering peace talks. But, alas, we are here to relax as much as possible, so with that, welcome, welcome to ViZion! There's plenty of drinks over in the coolers, and I will start this fire since it is getting dark now." he said, smiling again.

"Mr President, I have something in my helicopter that we could use to start the fire quicker. Can I bring it out?"

"Yeah, I've been around UFAN a few times, gotten lost a few times too. That HQ is one hell of a big building."

"Your telling me, we first joined the UFAN when I was a kid. On my first visit to HQ I got lost for 3 hours and when I finally found my way I ended up in the War Room. This was during the Hatarian crisis and everyone was a bit tense. My dad yelled at me pretty badly."

"Mr President, I have something in my helicopter that we could use to start the fire quicker. Can I bring it out?"
"What do you have in there?" he asked.

"Mr President, I have something in my helicopter that we could use to start the fire quicker. Can I bring it out?"

Sanin laughed at the offer for help. "Nice of you to offer help, but I would assume that, if President Kilo is hosting a bonfire gathering, that he would be able to start a fire. I hope."

Scott walked over to Kilo and whispered into his ear.

"Its a flamethrower, the AVA Blasa, one of the first out of the factory. It should spice the evening up and trust me its perfectly safe."

Scott walked over to Kilo and whispered into his ear.

"Its a flamethrower, the AVA Blasa, one of the first out of the factory. It should spice the evening up and trust me its perfectly safe."
"Heh, I think we'll manage fine without it. Thank you, however." President Kilo said as he began to work on the fire.

OOC: sorry for the late entrance

The blackhawk landed 100 meters away from the party. The blades slowed their roatation as the Emperor Andrew Vanderpool and his date step out of the bird.

The leader of the secret police jumped out after them, shouted into Andrew's ear and hopped right back onto the bird.

Andrew reached and clasped onto his dates hand and they walked over towards the beach. Andrew was wearing a plain white cotten dress shirt, kaki long shorts and sandals as his date wore a bikini with silk tighed over her waist.

The arrived to the party and was given second hand glances here and there. From seeing the recent news Andrew spottend Kilo easily and walked directly to him with an open hand ready to shake it and introduce himself and his date.

"President Kilo?" he asked, "I'm Andrew Vanderpool, this is my date, Laetetia Levacler. YOu don't know how much this means for me as well as my nation to be welcomed so freely after years of isolationism."

President Kilo had disappeared for a while, seeing the guests were talking to eachother.

He finally arrived, however. He entered the center, where he had begun piling the fire logs at. "Excuse me," he said, having a somewhat grim look and voice, "ViZion has entered war with British Londinium. We have managed to get to a cease fire, and we will be entering peace talks. But, alas, we are here to relax as much as possible, so with that, welcome, welcome to ViZion! There's plenty of drinks over in the coolers, and I will start this fire since it is getting dark now." he said, smiling again.

"British Londinium..there's a nation i wouldn't mind seeing attacked.." Lord Sumguy said to himself, opening the case he had brought. He pulled a violin out of it, and began tuning the instrument.

OOC: sorry for the late entrance

The blackhawk landed 100 meters away from the party. The blades slowed their roatation as the Emperor Andrew Vanderpool and his date step out of the bird.

The leader of the secret police jumped out after them, shouted into Andrew's ear and hopped right back onto the bird.

Andrew reached and clasped onto his dates hand and they walked over towards the beach. Andrew was wearing a plain white cotten dress shirt, kaki long shorts and sandals as his date wore a bikini with silk tighed over her waist.

The arrived to the party and was given second hand glances here and there. From seeing the recent news Andrew spottend Kilo easily and walked directly to him with an open hand ready to shake it and introduce himself and his date.

"President Kilo?" he asked, "I'm Andrew Vanderpool, this is my date, Laetetia Levacler. YOu don't know how much this means for me as well as my nation to be welcomed so freely after years of isolationism."
"Yes, that would be me. Welcome Andrew! Welcome to ViZion! I hope you had a good flight. Have something to drink." he said, pointing to the coolers.

"British Londinium..there's a nation i wouldn't mind seeing attacked.." Lord Sumguy said to himself, opening the case he had brought. He pulled a violin out of it, and began tuning the instrument.

Sanin laughed. "Well, it wouldn't be the first, and I doubt it will be the last. Isn't it currently under occupation by NATO?" He shrugged, and walked up closer, extending his hand.

"But anyways, I'm Kynaz Sanin Andropov, from Derscon."

"It is good to meet you sir, i am Lord Sumguy, one of the victims of British Londinuim's agression. They own part of our land as a colony. Any requests?" he said, pointing at the violin on his lap.

A master of showing up late to any event he could possibly attend, Chairman Alexander Murdock's disarmed RAH-66 Comanche roared toward the bonfire. The sleek black craft shifted and made its final approach sideways, so as to fit into a rather confined space. The chopper touched down and as the blades spun down, the chairman got out. He was clad all black, but he did his best to present a non-threatening appearance. He adjusted his glasses, a concession he'd finally decided were necessary, and tried to join the party without causing much of a ruckus.

"It is good to meet you sir, i am Lord Sumguy, one of the victims of British Londinuim's agression. They own part of our land as a colony. Any requests?" he said, pointing at the violin on his lap.

"Ah, disappointing. Well, I believe NATO is keeping BL under control now, but I may be wrong. If I'm wrong, it is likely the situation will change to where I will be right," he said, smirking. Derscon was a relatively new member of NATO, but a member of NATO none-the-less, being practically invited by Allanea and Automagfreek to join.

Sanin raised an eyebrow at the violin. "Ah, you play the violin? That was something I wanted to learn. I can play the organ, but that's about it. So, can you play Prelude to Partitia Number 3 in E Major by J.S. Bach?"

"Yes, i think i can remember it. It's too bad, us violinists can only really play classical and folk music.." He started playing, the notes rang clearly around the fire.

Sanin listened to the violin solo -- it was one of his favourite pieces -- and was pleased when it was over. "Excellent, not bad. You know...depending on the shells, rocks, and sand around here, and the trees, and how hot that fire is...we could probably make a pipe organ. We could have a little duet thing," he said, smiling.

Gannon spotted the man who came out of the Blackhawk and walked up to introduce himself. "Justin Gannon, Central Prestonia. How are you tonight?"

OOC: Just a quick post before I go to bed. Sorry about the lateness, didn’t have time with work over the last couple of days.

IC: There were plenty of people around on the beach when the Yallakian helicopter arrived in ViZion. The golden Imperial emblem emblazoned across the side of the black aircraft would be unmistakable to those gathered even though the pilot landed some distance away, to save those same people from the sandstorm created under the whirling rotor blades.

As the noise of the engines died down the side door fell open and Lord Sollonaal, High Councillor and Supreme Magistrate of the Infinite Empire, dropped down from the chopper, his feet sinking partially down into the ground.

God damn sand, he sneered, pulling his feet out and shaking the sand off as best he could. Now, to find this President Kilo, he though, moving off towards the awaiting people.

OOC: Just a quick post before I go to bed. Sorry about the lateness, didn’t have time with work over the last couple of days.

IC: There were plenty of people around on the beach when the Yallakian helicopter arrived in ViZion. The golden Imperial emblem emblazoned across the side of the black aircraft would be unmistakable to those gathered even though the pilot landed some distance away, to save those same people from the sandstorm created under the whirling rotor blades.

As the noise of the engines died down the side door fell open and Lord Sollonaal, High Councillor and Supreme Magistrate of the Infinite Empire, dropped down from the chopper, his feet sinking partially down into the ground.

God damn sand, he sneered, pulling his feet out and shaking the sand off as best he could. Now, to find this President Kilo, he though, moving off towards the awaiting people.
President Kilo had kept his eye on the landing helicopter, and once it landed, made his way to the Lord Sollonaal. "Hello. Lord Sollonaal, I presume? President Kilo." he said, reaching outward to shake the mans hand. "Welcome to ViZion. It's great to meet you in person! Let's head over, feel free to grab a cold drink in the cooler!"

OOC: Just so everyone knows, President Kilo is pretty casual... shorts, t-shirt, no shoes. He loves the beach.

Murdock decided he should make himself known to the President, he was starting to get into the festive mood and had rolled up the sleeves of his black turtle-neck. He walked up once he saw that the President wasfinished greeting his latest guest.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced, Alexander Murdock of Shenyang, I kinda slipped in here a few minutes ago."

He smiled, the flames reflected interestingly off his glasses.

Murdock decided he should make himself known to the President, he was starting to get into the festive mood and had rolled up the sleeves of his black turtle-neck. He walked up once he saw that the President wasfinished greeting his latest guest.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced, Alexander Murdock of Shenyang, I kinda slipped in here a few minutes ago."

He smiled, the flames reflected interestingly off his glasses.

"Hello Alexander Murdock, it's nice to meet you. If you didn't figure already, I'm President Kilo. I hope you had a good flight in." President Kilo greeted him.

"Quite, though getting that Comanche through the heavy seas near Shenyang was... interesting, to say the least."

He laughed as he remembered dodging 15 foot swells, trying to stay below 25 feet.

"You can call me Alex, or Murdock, whichever you perfer."

"Quite, though getting that Comanche through the heavy seas near Shenyang was... interesting, to say the least."

He laughed as he remembered dodging 15 foot swells, trying to stay below 25 feet.

"You can call me Alex, or Murdock, whichever you perfer."
President Kilo laughed, "Sounds like it was an eventful ride in then, huh? And which ever you prefer, I'll call you." he said.

"I think that in this setting, Alex would be the best choice. You could say it was eventful. There's a rather severe storm hitting Shenyang at the moment, and I like the challenge of flying my chopper way too low for sanity. As you saw when I showed up, going 60 sideways is generally as out there as my flying gets... usually."

He gave a slightly devilish grin.

OOC: Poor planning on my part here, I'll be gone from this coming Sunday through to next Saturday. C'est la vi.

Sollonaal eyed the president’s hand suspiciously as if deciding whether or not to shake it, but after a split second he extended his own hand out to grasp the presidents.

‘A pleasure, President Kilo,’ he purred. Sollonaal was never a first choice for diplomacy - although he was a master of subtlety, cunning and politics he was also arrogant, egotistical and more often than not just plain rude because he quite enjoyed bringing torment to others – but he was the only Councillor available.

‘The Emperor sends you his regards,’ he continued as he began making his way across to the drinks.

Sollonaal eyed the president’s hand suspiciously as if deciding whether or not to shake it, but after a split second he extended his own hand out to grasp the presidents.

‘A pleasure, President Kilo,’ he purred. Sollonaal was never a first choice for diplomacy - although he was a master of subtlety, cunning and politics he was also arrogant, egotistical and more often than not just plain rude because he quite enjoyed bringing torment to others – but he was the only Councillor available.

‘The Emperor sends you his regards,’ he continued as he began making his way across to the drinks.
"How was your trip in? I've heard there's a number of storms across the globe, making it tough on some of the people to make it here." President Kilo said.

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"How was your trip in? I've heard there's a number of storms across the globe, making it tough on some of the people to make it here." President Kilo said.

'Storms?' the High Councillor queried, ‘not the way I came. The trip was as uneventful as could be expected.

‘And what of the bonfire? Have I missed anything eventful?’

Seeing a general lull in the conversation, the Prince walked up to the Kampfersian man.

"Good evening to you, George Matthews. I'm Kynaz Sanin Andropov, of Derscon." Hmm, he thought. He's New Prussian. Name-stealers, the lot of them, he thought, smirking to himself.

'Storms?' the High Councillor queried, ‘not the way I came. The trip was as uneventful as could be expected.

‘And what of the bonfire? Have I missed anything eventful?’
"Good, I'm glad things went well. And you haven't missed much, everyone just meeting so far." Kilo said.

-TLA Delegation-
"Late late always freaking late." Verta muttered walking towards where the group was, his assistant and a couple others following. Finally reaching the Bonfire Verta stopped and looked around. "Sorry for being late... Again."

"Good, I'm glad things went well. And you haven't missed much, everyone just meeting so far." Kilo said.

'Thats good to hear,' Sollonaal answered. 'So may I ask just what inspired this rather, can I say, unusual type of political summit?'

'Thats good to hear,' Sollonaal answered. 'So may I ask just what inspired this rather, can I say, unusual type of political summit?'
"Hmmm... what inspired me to hold such a meeting? Honestly, nothing but what, at the time, I thought was a silly idea that had popped into my mind. But after a couple days, I was really thinking hard about it, and felt it would be a great thing to do." President Kilo said.