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Official Communiqué

To all nations:

The People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium will be hosting a formal, white tie dance at Kensington Palace on 11 November 2012*, starting at 1700 hours that evening. Representatives from all nations are invited to this ball. Dinner, for those who are concerned, will be served at 1900 hours. I hope that this formal will be an opportunity to improve relations between those in attendance, and, most importantly, to enjoy ourselves. Security will be handled by the Londinian Security Service and the Kensington Metropolitan Police. I would be most honoured if you chose to attend.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

OOC:
*That date is on the Londinian calendar, not the standard Gregorian calendar.

Please, no weapons/terror attacks/widespread sowing of chaos without prior approval. Feel free to have your person just show up at the Palace.

To Consul Davidson

Alexander Hasley will attend the ball

Dear Alistair Davidson,

I would be delighted to attend your formal. I will come alone, but I do hope that you have enough security agents there. Anyway, I will be there.

Your Friend,
Julius Nero the lesser

Julius Nero began to pick out the clothes he would wear.

OOC: Cazelia/Yarkai, you can just have Hasley appear. No need for the announcements and such.

To Consul Alistair Davidson,

I will be attending this ball, provided prior commitments can be handled, which I'm sure they will.

~Dr. Jules Hodz
Undersecretary of Akimonad

OOC: Cazelia/Yarkai, you can just have Hasley appear. No need for the announcements and such.

OOC-oh, ok

John Arnold rode in his B707 Passenger jet towards Kensington Airfield to attend the White Tie dance that was being held in British Londinium.

OOC: Cali, feel free to have your president show up at the Palace. I didn't plan on having someone meet you at the airport. Sorry.

Office of the Praetor of Vetalia

Praetor Melnkov and Proconsul Kosyachenko will be attending. We thank you and are honored at your invitation, and the Praetor and Proconsul will arrive promptly at 17:00.

Regards,
Viktor Sechin, Office of the Praetor of Vetalia

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Kensington Palace, 4:45 PM

At 16:45, two black ZiV-111 (http://ned.ronet.ru/0/Zil111.jpg) limousines with chrome trim approached Kensington Palace and entered the grounds at an elegant pace.

On the first car, Vetalian flags fluttered marking it as the Praetor's limousine and the second car as the Proconsul's. Both came to a stop before the entrance, and two personal staff exited the vehicles and opened the doors of each vehicle. The Praetor exited first, followed by the Proconsul. Both were elegantly attired in their tailored, well-fitted black opera cloaks and white-tie apparel, and they both wore their medals and sashes of state.

The Praetor wore his scarlet Order of the Revolution sash, while the Proconsul had three medals, one with a grey, black, and white striped ribbon and another two with blue ribbons.

OOC: Okay, I will RP that then..

IC:

John Arnold showed up at the palace, he was among the first, he had some medals on his white tie attire, near his breast, among them, two Medal of Honors, and various military and civil decorations. He looked like he had worked out, he had an athletic build.

TO:The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

The persident of the People's Republic of Mixolidain, Lee Morgan gratefully accepts this invitaion, he and his wife shall be attending.

From Michael Atwell, Mixolidain Foregin Affairs office

Consul Sir Alistair Davidson dignifiedly stood outside the entrance, clad in traditional white-tie clothing, with a Londinian Republic medal pinned to his lapel and a deep purple sash draped over his right shoulder. Flanking him was President Alexandre Lassiter, Deputy Consul James Azzopardi, and Sir Alistair's wife, Victoria Davidson.

"I'm honoured that you could make it," Sir Alistair said to the Vetalian men exiting their vehicle. "I trust you are doing well?" To the Calizorinstani president, John Arnold, the Consul said, "Mr Arnold - pleasure to see you here again."

Consul Sir Alistair Davidson dignifiedly stood outside the entrance, clad in traditional white-tie clothing, with a Londinian Republic medal pinned to his lapel and a deep purple sash draped over his right shoulder. Flanking him was President Alexandre Lassiter, Deputy Consul James Azzopardi.

"I'm honoured that you could make it," Sir Alistair said to the Vetalian men exiting their vehicle. "I trust you are doing well?" To the Calizorinstani president, John Arnold, the Consul said, "Mr Arnold - pleasure to see you here again."

John smiled and said "Thank you Sir Alistair, nice to see you again as well, interesting life I seem to be leading, on weekdays a Foreign Minister, and on holidays and weekends a military fighter jock, so as you hear, I am a very busy man, luckily I pulled out time from the Air National Guard to be here tonight."

Sir Alistair nodded. "I do hope you enjoy yourself, Mr Arnold. And, if I'm not mistaken, a Hetæra Belladini has been most excited at the prospect of your attendence - she's inside if you care to see her."

IC: President Lee Morgan arrived in a black limo, with his wife stepping out first. Both are looking foward to the evening and are very pleased to be here.

Dr. Hodz strolled into Kensington Palace, wearing a blue tuxedo and a white bowtie. A red sash was fastened diagonally across his chest, and was ornamented with various medals and awards.

He tried to look as stately as he could without appearing egotistical.

IC: President Lee Morgan arrived in a black limo, with his wife stepping out first. Both are looking foward to the evening and are very pleased to be here.

The Consul shook President Morgan's hand, his eyes twinkling warmly.

"Mr President," Sir Alistair said. "I'm honoured that you could attend. Ah, and this must be your wife." He took the woman's hand and politely kissed the back of her hand. "The pleasure's all mine. Please, enjoy yourselves tonight."

President Ryan arrived in person, wife on one side and one of his personal advisors the other. Body guards strode ahead and behind the man.

As he gazed around the palace, he muttered quietly to his wife.

President Ryan arrived in person, wife on one side and one of his personal advisors the other. Body guards strode ahead and behind the man.

As he gazed around the palace, he muttered quietly to his wife.

President Alexandre Lassiter, in a simple black tuxedo, strode up to President Ryan, saying, "Greetings, Mr President. How are you and your wife tonight?"

Dr. Hodz strolled into Kensington Palace, wearing a blue tuxedo and a white bowtie. A red sash was fastened diagonally across his chest, and was ornamented with various medals and awards.

He tried to look as stately as he could without appearing egotistical.

Consul Davidson approached Dr Hodz, shaking his hand respectfully. "So glad you could make it. How is Akimonad faring?"

"And we are honored to attend this fine event, Sir Davidson. I can honestly say that things are going absolutely wonderfully for us both at home and abroad. I sincerely hope they are going well for you as well." The Proconsul walked up the steps towards the Consul and other officials.

"It's especially well for me, Consul." Kosyachenko followed. "Sadly, there hasn't been a single chance to travel abroad for several months due...the Ministry is positively swamped with paperwork this time of year. I haven't seen the surface of my desk in weeks."

Ingram Hasley walked over to Consul Davidson "i'm sorry my uncle could'nt come, he's booked" he said "i'll be taking his place" he shook the Consul's hand "how rude of me, i forgot to introduce myself. Major Ingram Hasley, flight instructor and 16 year old triple ace" Ingram's Uniform was like a tuxedo, but his pants, tie and coat were dark green and his undershirt was khaki. his uniform blazened a purple heart, a medal of honor and many smaller pins

Consul Davidson approached Dr Hodz, shaking his hand respectfully. "So glad you could make it. How is Akimonad faring?"

"Akimonad is faring well. I don't get to go back often, as I'm generally occupied in the UN, but I was able to escape recently and check on things.

"I also offer apologies on the part of our Head of State. Officially, he's unable to attend. Unofficially, he's shy." (OOC: Or he's just less developed as a character than Dr. Hodz.)

"And we are honored to attend this fine event, Sir Davidson. I can honestly say that things are going absolutely wonderfully for us both at home and abroad. I sincerely hope they are going well for you as well." The Proconsul walked up the steps towards the Consul and other officials.

"It's especially well for me, Consul." Kosyachenko followed. "Sadly, there hasn't been a single chance to travel abroad for several months due...the Ministry is positively swamped with paperwork this time of year. I haven't seen the surface of my desk in weeks."

"I know how you feel," laughed Deputy Consul Azzopardi. "So much to do, so little time. At the very least, this formal ought to be a lovely respite from that."

Ingram Hasley walked over to Consul Davidson "i'm sorry my uncle could'nt come, he's booked" he said "i'll be taking his place" he shook the Consul's hand "how rude of me, i forgot to introduce myself. Major Ingram Hasley, flight instructor and 16 year old triple ace" Ingram's Uniform was like a tuxedo, but his pants, tie and coat were dark green and his undershirt was khaki. his uniform blazened a purple heart, a medal of honor and many smaller pins

Attempting to hide his exasperation with the young Cazelian, Sir Alistair simpered. "Quite impressive. Do enjoy yourself. My daughter has told me quite a bit about you," the Consul said. "Perhaps you'll see her here."

"Akimonad is faring well. I don't get to go back often, as I'm generally occupied in the UN, but I was able to escape recently and check on things.

"I also offer apologies on the part of our Head of State. Officially, he's unable to attend. Unofficially, he's shy." (OOC: Or he's just less developed as a character than Dr. Hodz.)

"Either way, I'm honoured that Akimonad was able to make it," the Consul said. "And please pass my thanks on to your leadership for their assistance in the Sumatripte conflict."

Sir Alistair nodded. "I do hope you enjoy yourself, Mr Arnold. And, if I'm not mistaken, a Hetæra Belladini has been most excited at the prospect of your attendence - she's inside if you care to see her."

John nodded and walked inside, and saw Cecilia Belladini and said, kissing her hand, and looking up "Good evening Hetaera Belladini, how are you this fine evening?"

President Ryan smiled at politician, recognising the Spartan approach to his clothes (or at least as close to Spartan as you can get to at a black tie party) something Ryan mirrored him in.

"We are good, thank you. This is quite the palace! You must tell me how a President came to rule in a place like this!"

President Lassiter laughed. "Oh, no, this is not my residence, Mr Ryan. I'm a - figurehead, basically. The real power lies with the Consul - he lives here. I prefer a more ascetic lifestyle, as you can see by my attire tonight."

At 17:09 the Grand Arbiter of the Far Echo Islands, Lee Robert Jackson, arrived via Helicopter, a sleek black craft, on the door was the seal of the Confederacy of the Far Echo Islands. The Grand Arbiter wore a black tuxedo and the woman at his side wore a diamond covered white dress. While the Grand Arbiter and his Wife to be, Jennie O'Connor, stepped out the side facing the palace, unannounced to the others, the greatest Spec ops team in CEFI, the 113th amphibious, silently strode out the other side, five were clad in black, Kevlar reinforced wet suits with night/thermal vision goggles atop their head. MP7A1 submachine guns were strapped to their back, with silencers attached to their barrels. Prototype Tyrone 10mm silenced pistols hung at their sides. They instantly fell into the shadows.

The 113th was the Grand Arbiters real protection, two veteran sergeants of the CEFI Revolution strode beside him, as security guards, numerous medals adorned their uniforms

"I know how you feel," laughed Deputy Consul Azzopardi. "So much to do, so little time. At the very least, this formal ought to be a lovely respite from that."

"Yes, yes, and sorely needed. The monsoons will be starting soon, and we'll be looking forward to four months of heavy rain when we get back...I can hardly wait, eh Valera?"

"Alexei Alexeyevich, you know full well I'm the first one in the Cabinet to buy plane tickets to Litova. My office closes at the first sign of rain, and within the month the rest of the government is on the beach. Except for those poor Senators, of course, but they don't even live in the capitol most of the year."

"At the very least, it doesn't get cold. Monsoons are a good trade for no winters."

Sir Alistair and his wife, Victoria Davidson, greeted the couple from The Far Echo Islands.

"Mr Jackson, I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before. Consul Sir Alistair Davidson, at your service," he said. "This is my wife, Victoria. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

"Yes, yes, and sorely needed. The monsoons will be starting soon, and we'll be looking forward to four months of heavy rain when we get back...I can hardly wait, eh Valera?"

"Alexei Alexeyevich, you know full well I'm the first one in the Cabinet to buy plane tickets to Litova. My office closes at the first sign of rain, and within the month the rest of the government is on the beach. Except for those poor Senators, of course, but they don't even live in the capitol most of the year."

"At the very least, it doesn't get cold. Monsoons are a good trade for no winters."

"Monsoons? Those can't be pleasant," Azzopardi replied. "I'm glad, for one, British Londinium lacks those - but we have our fair share of cyclones during the summer months. The last one we had caused us all sorts of headaches."

Attempting to hide his exasperation with the young Cazelian, Sir Alistair simpered. "Quite impressive. Do enjoy yourself. My daughter has told me quite a bit about you," the Consul said. "Perhaps you'll see her here."

"thank you" he said "and i will enjoy myself"

President Lassiter laughed. "Oh, no, this is not my residence, Mr Ryan. I'm a - figurehead, basically. The real power lies with the Consul - he lives here. I prefer a more ascetic lifestyle, as you can see by my attire tonight."

"Ah! As the Americans used to say, my kinda guy! Forgive me, this is my wife Sophie Ryan."

President Alex Ryan's wife smiled, a dark haired woman with a eternal concerned expression that diminished her otherwise beauty.

"Nice to meet you." She went for the handshake rather than offering her hand for a kiss. Frozopian woman had made a unusual change in the last 20 years. Hard living had turned around their once old meek accepting ways.

"So how are things?" Ryan spoke, slightly embarrassed at his wifes behaviour.

"Monsoons? Those can't be pleasant," Azzopardi replied. "I'm glad, for one, British Londinium lacks those - but we have our fair share of cyclones during the summer months. The last one we had caused us all sorts of headaches."

"That's unfortunate to hear...cyclones can be truly devastating if they hit in the wrong place at the wrong time. We get them occasionally along the coast, but nothing too serious thanks to the prevailing currents which tend to push them further north. I do hope everything is all right now...we've seen the effects of disasters more than enough times to know their effects. In fact, the Proconsul grew up in the so-called 'Flood Belt' where we get the majority of our worst floods."

Kosyachenko continued from where the Praetor left off. "Yes, my hometown of Petrovsk used to suffer terrible flooding until they completed the Merova-Voldau canal project back in '72. It's hard to believe it's been over four decades since then...my father was a civil engineer for the project, actually."

In the polite way of the Londinians, President Lassiter brushed over the actions of Sophie, choosing instead to answer President Ryan's question.

"Oh, quite well, really. A bit of trouble with the Izistanis - angry over our space militarization programmes - but, besides that, quite good. Our economy is growing phenomenally, approval ratings have never been higher, the weather's absolutely amazing, and, above all, this year's rum is astoundingly delicious." Lassiter laughed. "You see, Mr Ryan, we're a major grower of rum. Some of the finest in the world, in my opinion, though some might say the Caribbean rums are better."

Ryan laughed.

"Pah Carribbeans. Too busy enjoying their other exports to appreciate good rum. You must let me try some of your Rum later."

"Yes, I second that. The irony of our country is that we've got acres and acres of sugarcane and can't make rum worth a damn."

Ryan laughed.

"Pah Carribbeans. Too busy enjoying their other exports to appreciate good rum. You must let me try some of your Rum later."

A limo pulled up to the palace that two Azure, Yellow, and White Cookeslandic Tricolors at the front. The car stopped and the small flags fluttered for a moment like the wind had been taken out of them. The driver got out and opened the door at he back of the limo. Out stepped President Alan Foxswift and his lovely wife Angelique.

The two were both wearing white, although Alan was in his best white tux and bowtie, while First Lady Angelique wore a beautiful white gown with a glittering opal necklace. The President held out his arm to her and they both walked up the steps of the Palace.

Ryan laughed.

"Pah Carribbeans. Too busy enjoying their other exports to appreciate good rum. You must let me try some of your Rum later."

"Oh, certainly," Lassiter replied. "It's the feature drink for tonight's dinner. I recommend the Vernaccia Basin rum - made just north of here, actually."

A limo pulled up to the palace that two Azure, Yellow, and White Cookeslandic Tricolors at the front. The car stopped and the small flags fluttered for a moment like the wind had been taken out of them. The driver got out and opened the door at he back of the limo. Out stepped President Alan Foxswift and his lovely wife Angelique.

The two were both wearing white, although Alan was in his best white tux and bowtie, while First Lady Angelique wore a beautiful white gown with a glittering opal necklace. The President held out his arm to her and they both walked up the steps of the Palace.

"Ah, President Foxswift, I'm honoured that you could attend," Sir Alistair said cordially. "And, of course, the First Lady. Please, enjoy the frivolities tonight."

out of the corner of his eye, Ingram noticed the Calizorinstani president and walked over to him "hello, my name is Ingram Hasley, and i belive i know your son"

"Oh, certainly," Lassiter replied. "It's the feature drink for tonight's dinner. I recommend the Vernaccia Basin rum - made just north of here, actually."



"Ah, President Foxswift, I'm honoured that you could attend," Sir Alistair said cordially. "And, of course, the First Lady. Please, enjoy the frivolities tonight."

"Thank you, Consul Davidson good to finally meet you in person." said the President.

First Lady Foxswift said to the Consul, "We're both honored to be here, thank you."

"Thank you, Consul Davidson good to finally meet you in person." said the President.

First Lady Foxswift said to the Consul, "We're both honored to be here, thank you."

"Pray tell, how are things in Cookesland?"

out of the corner of his eye, Ingram noticed the Calizorinstani president and walked over to him "hello, my name is Ingram Hasley, and i belive i know your son"

President Jack Arnold smiled and said "Hi Ingram, my son is in the Imperial Cazelian Flight School, I heard that some real hostile aircraft attacked the school, how did my son fare in combat?"

President Jack Arnold smiled and said "Hi Ingram, my son is in the Imperial Cazelian Flight School, I heard that some real hostile aircraft attacked the school, how did my son fare in combat?"

"he fought well" said Ingram

"he fought well" said Ingram

President Arnold grinned and said "I've heard he got shot down twice, but he survived..., wow!, getting combat experience while in flight school, ah, a big draw for the ICFS!"

President Arnold grinned and said "I've heard he got shot down twice, but he survived..., wow!, getting combat experience while in flight school, ah, a big draw for the ICFS!"

"tell me about it" he said sarcastically "i was shot at least 3 times"

"tell me about it" he said sarcastically "i was shot at least 3 times"

President Arnold nodded and said "I've heard that, but you must expect that at some point if you're in a war, you're bound to be shot at you know.."

After receiving the general invitation, Mrs. Bourla Parkins, leader of the Social Republic of Honakon, glanced around the room at the talking leaders that had gathered. She rarely went to these events, though thought she should, with the Londiniums being newly inducted members to the UFAN, of which Honako were one of the first to sign up and on the High Council, and with her knowing little about there nation, and there foreign policy.

A worried frown on her face the small slightly messy leader of the cold driven nation of Honako, trapped in a grey female suit, walked hazily across the room looking for someone to talk to.

OOC: is it too late to join this?

OOC: Not at all.

OOC: yay!

IC: Lord Sumguy enterred the room, feeling very uncomfortable in his suit. He was not a man who overly enjoyed formal occasions, having been a revolutionary and soldier for most of his life. He walked over to one of the food ables, noting the presence of Jack Arnold, President Foxswift, and Ingram Hasely. He looked around the other guests, observing the mannerisms and apparent mood of each.

Lord Charles Hollan III, elected Honorary Magistrate of the Commonwealth of Bredford, has entered the room which the occasion was hosted in. his eyes quickly located one of the characters he was hoping to meet. "Lord Sumguy?"

"A pleasure to meet you sir. My apologies, but I'm afraid I am uninformed as to who you might be..." Lord Sumguy said, shaking the man's hand.

"Lord Sumguy - how lovely to see you," said Foreign Affairs Minister Cecilia Belladini, clad in a swanky blue, silk cocktail dress. "How do you like British Londinium so far?" She handed the man a glass full of a clear liquid. "Here, try the rum."

"Oh, no thank you, I don't drink, bit of a bad example for a reverend to set." He responded, gesturing to the white collar on his neck that signified his position as an anglican preist. "I am grateful for the offer though. The nation seems pleasant, although regrettably I have not had much of a chance to see it."

"Oh, no thank you, I don't drink, bit of a bad example for a reverend to set." He responded, gesturing to the white collar on his neck that signified his position as an anglican preist. "I am grateful for the offer though. The nation seems pleasant, although regrettably I have not had much of a chance to see it."

"Ah, that's the real pity," Cecilia said, her joviality partially stemming from the excess of an alcoholic liquor distilled from sugar-cane residues or molasses running through her bloodstream. "Well, you simply must stay here in Kensington for a bit after the formal, my good sir. We're always honoured by your presence."

"I am the representive of the Commonwealth of Bredford in this event, ofcourse. i am also the Lord of Barringford, one of the six important cities that compose the united Commonwealth." he looked at the woman who was standing next to Lord Sumguy and intrevened in their chat. "and you are miss?"

"Who am I?" laughed Cecilia. "Why, hetære, Cecilia Belladini, Minister of Foreign Affairs. And, you, if I recall, are some sort of magistrate in Bredford, correct?"

"I suppose who should pity who depends on your point of view." Lord Sumguy said cheerfully, smelling alchohol on the woman's breath. "I will indeed stay for a time, and look forward to it." He turned back to Hollan. "I see, is there anything you wish to discuss? Perhaps Bredford would be interested in joining th Hegemony?"

"I indeed heared that name somewhere. never seen you though. i must say you look.. wonderful."

man in formal uniform walks in he had order to stay for a bit and check the worlds players

Sir Alistair ambled across the wooden floor of the ballroom, smiling genially at the guests as he passed. An orchestral quartet blithely performed Hungarian Dance No. 5, their wooden bows furiously going back and forth. The Consul mounted the elevated wooden platform on which the musicians performed, and as he tapped a small, platinum knife against his crystal goblet of wine, the quartet subsided.

"If I could have your attention please," the Londinian head of government said into a microphone. "I'd like to thank all of you for attending the first ever People's Sovereign Formal, and for taking time out of your horrendously busy schedules to come to British Londinium. I'm honoured to have so many important personalities in my home, and I sincerely hope that you enjoy tonight's...frivolities." He raised his wine glass. "May Aequitas* look over us all!"

*National patron of British Londinium; ancient Roman goddess of equality.

the man just blinks and takes down notes in a pad as he eyes to room


mmm so lets see who do we have here though the man still making notes

Lord Sumguy noticed a man writing on a pad in the corner who didn't seem to be an official of any type. He tapped Ms. Bellidini on the shoulder. "Is that man supposed to be here?"

Lord Sumguy noticed a man out of fomal dress writing on a pad in the corner. He tapped Ms. Bellidini on the shoulder. "Is that man supposed to be here?"

OOC in it not out

"Who, the man with the notepad?" replied Cecilia. "Why, I don't think I know the chap. I'll be back in a second." She perambulated over to the man writing down names and asked, "Excuse me, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, sir. I'll need your name and nation of origin, please."

"Who, the man with the notepad?" replied Cecilia. "Why, I don't think I know the chap. I'll be back in a second." She perambulated over to the man writing down names and asked, "Excuse me, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, sir. I'll need your name and nation of origin, please."

man holds a note up

Lieutenant Colonel Smith Imperial Army
no tongue

"Oh..." Cecilia said, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry for disturbing you. Well, please enjoy the evening, Colonel."

"Oh..." Cecilia said, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry for disturbing you. Well, please enjoy the evening, Colonel."

Smith nods his head and goes back to what he was doing

"So who is he?" Lord Sumguy asked when Ms. Bellini had returned.

"So who is he?" Lord Sumguy asked when Ms. Bellini had returned.

"Some kind of army colonel," Cecilia muttered. "From 'Imperial Isa'. Never heard of it before though."

"I see. When will the dances begin?"

"I see. When will the dances begin?"

"Well, now that the Consul's officially 'kicked-off' the formal, the dance has, technically, begun," Cecilia declared.

"Ah, well then i guess we are all a bit shy." Lord Sumguy said, as it seemed no one had begun to dance yet.

OOC: Can I join this.

OOc: it says open in the title :p

Dr. Hodz, seeing that the dance had begun, stepped backwards towards the drinks. He was not very interested in a dance, and was perhaps a little anxious about it. His face played out a frightened scowl.

Ingram noticed Lord Sumguy and walked over to him "Lord Sumguy, it is an honor to meet you" said Ingram, before bowing

"I assure you, the honor is all mine." was the response, as Lord Sunguy shook the man's hand.

"Pray tell, how are things in Cookesland?"

"Things in Cookesland are wondeful, the economy's up, inflation is down, and The Blue Owls are making a comback in the World Cup." said President Foxswift to Consul Davidson

"Things in Cookesland are wondeful, the economy's up, inflation is down, and The Blue Owls are making a comback in the World Cup." said President Foxswif to Consul Davidson

"The World Cup!" exclaimed Sir Alistair. "Dear me, I forgot all about that - no wonder I've been awfully confused when Ministry of Sport people come over to chat, eh?" He laughed. "First time we've even been to the World Cup as a free nation - WC Thirty-Five was, ah, interrupted by those Prætonian bastards - had our entire team locked up for sedition in a concentration camp."

"I assure you, the honor is all mine." was the response, as Lord Sunguy shook the man's hand.

"thank you my lord" he said, then looking over to Cecilia "and who might you be Madame"

"It's hetæra, you obtuse little child," Cecilia replied. "And I'll have you know that I - Cecilia Belladini - am the Londinian Foreign Minister. Do your homework next time."

Smith puts his water canteen to his mouth and takes a drink from it before placing it back on his belt

Outside of the palace, two more black ZiV-111 limousines pulled up to the palace and out stepped six Vetalian army personnel, all wearing standard military dress. All of them were officers and marched in two columns of three in to the palace, showing their credentials at the door to gain entry. The sounds of their footsteps were audible in the building, and they entered the party heading straight to the Proconsul and Praetor.

They whispered quietly and then the Praetor turned and spoke, "We are terribly sorry but there is a serious matter in Vetalia that we must attend to. We thank the British Londinium government for their generosity in hosting such a fine affair, and hope to return again soon." They moved quickly out of the palace and in to their limousines for return to Vetalia.

"It's hetæra, you obtuse little child," Cecilia replied. "And I'll have you know that I - Cecilia Belladini - am the Londinian Foreign Minister. Do your homework next time."

"my mistake hetæra Belladini, but i have not had time to research anything. i've been flying night raids against rebel airbases" he said

"Well - big deal," said Cecilia contemptuously. "Rebels - pah."

"It's hetæra, you obtuse little child," Cecilia replied. "And I'll have you know that I - Cecilia Belladini - am the Londinian Foreign Minister. Do your homework next time."

"There is no need to be rude. I didn't hold the fact that your government thought that Sumguy was my name for a time against you, I'm sure you can forgive him a minor error such as not knowing exactly who you are. After all, most leaders only identify British Londinium with Sir Alistar Davidson." Lord Sumguy said to the Foreign Minister, somewhat annoyed. For a Foreign Minister, she isn't very hospitable or diplomatic, maybe it's the drink.

Smith now had someone standing next to him

"kke lu' naubol drill natha wahven d' draeval"said the person

Smith nods his head to this and made notes

Lord Sumguy suddenly remembered something. "I'm afraid I will have to excuse myself from the pleasure of your company for a moment, i have a very important favor to ask of someone." He walked over to John Arnold. "Mr. Arnold, could you give a message to your father for me?"

"Well - big deal," said Cecilia contemptuously. "Rebels - pah."

"rebels with the most advanced MiGs i've ever seen. i lost my wingman and my weapons officer to them" he said "they're no ordinary group of discontented citizens"

Lord Sumguy heard this as he walked away and commented: "If you think those rebels are powerful and well trained, you should see the Sumguaian Abrahamic League. I'm not sure i could defeat them if they ever started a civil war in my nation, their troops are probably better man-for-man than mine."

Mrs. Bourla Parkins swayed dangerously in "her" corner. She had been somewhat ignored by the other guests, though her hatred of diplomatic affairs meant she cared little about that. She had so far consumed most of a bottle of fine wine, and had practically made friends with one of the waiters as she retold apparent "hilarious" tales of the Commission to the fidgeting young man.

Mrs. Parkins rarely got to relax and drink alcohol, especially due to the fact that drink was severely restricted and monitored in Honakon. It was all her fault for that though. She looked down at her feet and the waiter took it as a chance to slip away. "Am I dancing?" She thought, hearing music in the background, but soon realised she was swaying like a drunk and sank into a nearby chair. She hadn't done any of the communicating and improving of foreign relations with the People's Sovereign Republic the Commission had asked her to do, but did she care - she ruled the country! But, she sat down and decided to be at least looking over and noting all the fellow reps to the Formal with a hazy gaze.

Mrs. Bourla Parkins swayed dangerously in "her" corner. She had been somewhat ignored by the other guests, though her hatred of diplomatic affairs meant she cared little about that. She had so far consumed most of a bottle of fine wine, and had practically made friends with one of the waiters as she retold apparent "hilarious" tales of the Commission to the fidgeting young man.

Mrs. Parkins rarely got to relax and drink alcohol, especially due to the fact that drink was severely restricted and monitored in Honakon. It was all her fault for that though. She looked down at her feet and the waiter took it as a chance to slip away. "Am I dancing?" She thought, hearing music in the background, but soon realised she was swaying like a drunk and sank into a nearby chair. She hadn't done any of the communicating and improving of foreign relations with the People's Sovereign Republic the Commission had asked her to do, but did she care - she ruled the country! But, she sat down and decided to be at least looking over and noting all the fellow reps to the Formal with a hazy gaze.

"why not sit down"said a male voice

Lord Sumguy heard this as he walked away and commented: "If you think those rebels are powerful and well trained, you should see the Sumguaian Abrahamic League. I'm not sure i could defeat them if they ever started a civil war in my nation, their troops are probably better man-for-man than mine."

"Which reminds me," Dr. Hodz said, walking over to Lord Sumguy, "I have yet to introduce myself. I am Dr. Jules Hodz, the Undersecretary of Akimonad. I have heard much about yourself and your country."

"A pleasure to meet you sir. I am afraid I am not quite as well informed as to your nation, an ignorance which i soon hope to remedy."

"A pleasure to meet you sir. I am afraid I am not quite as well informed as to your nation, an ignorance which i soon hope to remedy."

"I'm afraid we're rather new to the world scene, excepting the UN."

President Aaron H. Preston stepped out of his limo and walked into the palace. "Aliao Consulere Davidson, Quomo aca tu? Io aca exsequé palatii Prestonii," he said to the consul in Volscian. Well, if you're going to visit another country, it's usually best to learn the language, he thought.

"I see, well now i feel slightly less embarrased. Would Akimonad perhaps be interested in joining the Hegemony?"

"I was under the impression that we had already..."

"I was under the impression that we had already..."

OOC: oops, i forgot, ignore that last post.

President Aaron H. Preston stepped out of his limo and walked into the palace. "Aliao Consulere Davidson, Quomo aca tu? Io aca exsequé palatii Prestonii," he said to the consul in Volscian. Well, if you're going to visit another country, it's usually best to learn the language, he thought.

"Mr. Preston" said Ingram, walking over "it is an honor to meet you, Steve has told me much about you" he said

OOC: oops, i forgot, ignore that last post.

OOC: Ah, quite.

IC: Dr. Hodz sipped whatever liquid he was drinking - he wasn't quite sure what it was, except that it was good.

"So is there anything you wished to discuss with me Dr.?"

"So is there anything you wished to discuss with me Dr.?"

"Ah, no, I'm afraid not. I just wished to introduce myself."

"Ah, and you must be Ingram. Steve told me all about you, referring to you and a boy from Calizorinstan several times as his best friends. I'm sure he's happy in Cazelia, I've been meaning to make a state visit myself, but I think I'll wait until all the peacekeepers are gone. I've heard your nation is rather beautiful though."

"Ah, no, I'm afraid not. I just wished to introduce myself."

"I see, well it was good to meet you." Lord Sumguy looked at the door, as he had done several times in the past few minutes. Funny, for all those years i was completely independant, and now i can hardly stand to be without her...

"Ah, and you must be Ingram. Steve told me all about you, referring to you and a boy from Calizorinstan several times as his best friends. I'm sure he's happy in Cazelia, I've been meaning to make a state visit myself, but I think I'll wait until all the peacekeepers are gone. I've heard your nation is rather beautiful though."

"yes it is" he said "and the other by's name is John Arnold, and his father is here"

"Ah, of course. Memory's not the best right now, I've got an awful lot on my plate, what with the Londinians wanting to join UFAN, soldiers fighting Cazelian rebels, and peacekeeping in Orlock. Shame these bastards destroyed that city, I took a helicopter tour of it, and it must have been stunning in it's better days. But enough unpleasantness, this is a party after all. So, how goes the flight school? I hear my son is a double ace now, don't tell him just yet, but he's being promoted to Junior Lieutenant. It's the least we can do after he strafed that rebel airfield on his first day in an actual combat aircraft."

"Ah, of course. Memory's not the best right now, I've got an awful lot on my plate, what with the Londinians wanting to join UFAN, soldiers fighting Cazelian rebels, and peacekeeping in Orlock. Shame these bastards destroyed that city, I took a helicopter tour of it, and it must have been stunning in it's better days. But enough unpleasantness, this is a party after all. So, how goes the flight school? I hear my son is a double ace now, don't tell him just yet, but he's being promoted to Junior Lieutenant. It's the least we can do after he strafed that rebel airfield on his first day in an actual combat aircraft."

"yes he is" said Ingram "he still has to beat my score to claim the MoH" he said pointing towards a medal

"Well, with rebel fields cropping up like they are, it shouldn't be long," Preston kidded. "Who are these rebels anyway? My gut says that Londinium or Urcea's behind them, but we don't have any proof."

Smith and a third Man over hear Ingram and President Aaron H. Preston
"so who got shot down by the Mig 1.42 "asked the Man with Smith

President and Mrs. Foxswift made their way to the dance floor and began to waltz together. Many people looked over and watched them which was rather good for a certain someone who just walked in.

Agent 114 had been in British Londinium since the Cazelian Incidents, but now that things had calmed down she had been just laying low. Her job was to get home. It had all been planned out perfectly.

She walked into the Palace in a satin pink gown, saying she was President Foxswift's attache, showed her i.d. and got in.

"Whew" she though as guards always made her nevous.

Lord Charles Hollan III, after long time testing the food, approached Lord Sumguy.
"Lord Sumguy, i am sorry, i just had to test that food, maybe i shall import it to Bredford. what was that Hegemony you speaked about?"

Lord Charles Hollan III, after long time testing the food, approached Lord Sumguy.
"Lord Sumguy, i am sorry, i just had to test that food, maybe i shall import it to Bredford. what was that Hegemony you speaked about?"

"It is the alliance and international humanitarian organization of whichI am the founder. I think i have a copy of the charter in my pocket..ah, here it is." Lord Sumguy handed the document over.

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=533242

"why not sit down"said a male voice

Mrs. Bourla Parkins had a puzzled look on her face when she said "Why, but I am sitting down."

She turned her head and looked around the room with a confused expression. She could tell all of these delegates were from small time Hegemony or former Hegemony nations - she'd never liked that group, Hegemony implied they were dominators, that they saw themselves as better than others, and they certainly were not, at least back when they were disbanded with such ease. They all seemed to know each other well, some even carried what looked like alliance charters upon there person. "How strange these people are" Parkins thought.

She turned back to wherever the male voice was coming from, smiling for once, and said "And who would you be..."

Mrs. Bourla Parkins had a puzzled look on her face when she said "Why, but I am sitting down."

She turned her head and looked around the room with a confused expression. She could tell all of these delegates were from small time Hegemony or former Hegemony nations - she'd never liked that group, Hegemony implied they were dominators, that they saw themselves as better than others, and they certainly were not, at least back when they were disbanded with such ease. They all seemed to know each other well, some even carried what looked like alliance charters upon there person. "How strange these people are" Parkins thought.

She turned back to wherever the male voice was coming from, smiling for once, and said "And who would you be..."

"you were trying to get up and dance from where i was looking and me just a Major and one of the aid to Lieutenant Colonel Smith from Imperial"said the Major

President Aaron H. Preston stepped out of his limo and walked into the palace. "Aliao Consulere Davidson, Quomo aca tu? Io aca exsequé palatii Prestonii," he said to the consul in Volscian. Well, if you're going to visit another country, it's usually best to learn the language, he thought.

"Exsequé Preston, io aca venerale cela tu poeiressu lega," Sir Alistair replied. "And they tell me Volscian isn't spreading! I'm fine, thank you very much, but, more importantly, how are things in Central Prestonia?"

Meanwhile, a slightly embarrassed Deputy Consul James Azzopardi escorted the clearly drunken Foreign Affairs minister out of Kensington Palace. "I am so sorry," James said to anybody who would listen. "She almost never has anything to drink, and you have understand that the rum here is awfully strong..."

"Things are good in my nation, although lately I've had a plateful of international affairs. And yes, there is a small but growing population of Volscian speakers in Central Prestonia. My son actually introduced me to the language, sent me an English-Volscian dictionary after he heard your daughter speaking it at the international school in ViZion. Anyways, after I learned to speak it, the rest of the country latched on, and it's becoming quite popular. I've already got the armed forces studying it, with your nation joining UFAN I figured it was a good idea to learn the language of our allies so we can communicate better on the battlefield. So, how are things here? I must say, Kensington is a beautiful city, I may just have to get a summer house here."

Sir Alistair smiled, something he had been trying to do more these days. One of his public relations advisors told him that his austerity ought to be reserved for government work - "interfacing with the people requires a more sanguine tenor," she had said.

"Why, thank you, Mr President," the Consul said. "I would agree that Kensington is a marvelous city - while you're here, I would definitely visit the Adeodatus Concert Hall. Every night this week, the Filarmonica Kensingtii is performing Haydn's one hundred and fourth symphony - pure audial bliss if you ask me." He sipped his goblet of wine. "And things in British Londinium are quite excellent, though food prices have rocketed to unbelievable levels. Drought in our breadbasket colonies, you see."

"Well, it pains me to see a future ally in the throes of a bad harvest. As it so happens, the agriculture industry in Central Prestonia had quite a large harvest, I'm sure we could organize something to help you out. We'll sell you the surplus crop at a 50% discount."

"Really?" Sir Alistair asked. "That would be most appreciated. You see, Mr President, we've got nearly two billion people on less than a million square kilometres of land. Last time I checked, the Home Office states that the average population density in British Londinium is two thousand people per square kilometre - food is at a premium. You have no idea how grateful the people of BL are."

Meanwhile, a slightly embarrassed Deputy Consul James Azzopardi escorted the clearly drunken Foreign Affairs minister out of Kensington Palace. "I am so sorry," James said to anybody who would listen. "She almost never has anything to drink, and you have understand that the rum here is awfully strong..."

Dr. Hodz swiftly caught up with the Deputy Consul and Foreign Affairs Minister. "Here, I tend to carry these around the bar in the UN." he said, holding up a small pill. "If she takes one of these she'll be instantly sober and perhaps slightly more... patient with others." He gave the Deputy Consul the pill.

Dr. Hodz swiftly caught up with the Deputy Consul and Foreign Affairs Minister. "Here, I tend to carry these around the bar in the UN." he said, holding up a small pill. "If she takes one of these she'll be instantly sober and perhaps slightly more... patient with others." He gave the Deputy Consul the pill.

"Brilliant!" exclaimed James, slipping it into Cecilia's mouth. "Thank you, doctor, thank you."

"Well, we do what we can to help our allies. Now that I know how stretched your food supply is, I can better understand why your nation has so many colonies. It's not about blatant imperialism, it's about feeding your citizens."

"Exactly, exactly," murmured the Consul in agreement. "But we're trying to rectify that with our new 'vertical agriculture' programmes - they're these giant glass towers several dozen stories high, powered with biofuels and solar energy. Completely energy-independent. Able to grow acres worth of grain in just one city block."

Lord Sumguy overheard this, and ventured a comment. "Well you could have just asked us Davidson, we would have been more than willing to share our food surplus without any invasion." He said, laughing. "But no matter, The Empire grows twice as much food as it uses. You can have our surplus at no charge, as it is all used for humanitarian aid anyway."

"Brilliant!" exclaimed James, slipping it into Cecilia's mouth. "Thank you, doctor, thank you."

"Not a problem."

"no much going on LC"said the man next to Smith
Smith hold up a note

"yes the new 7.62 x 51mm FN BR55HB SR Battle Rifle is nice to use over the old rife sir but cost to much too make and to change over"said the man looking around

"Hetæra Belladini?" Dr. Hodz asked, "Felling better?"

"Hetæra Belladini?" Dr. Hodz asked, "Felling better?"

Cecilia opened her eyes slowly. "Ayo...ayo," she said. "Dear me, I hope I didn't make myself look too foolish - dear Aequitas, I can't afford to lose this job." She clutched the Deputy Consul's arm. "Please, sir, I'm so terribly sorry."

"You're fine, C.C.," James said, laughing. "You aren't the first to get smashed at a diplomatic function."

The Foreign Minister sighed and thanked the Akimonadite sincerely.

"Hetæra Belladini?" Dr. Hodz asked, "Felling better?"

"That was really well timed" said Agent 114 to Dr. Hodz, "are you a Doctor or something?"

"oh look the woman who was drunk now fine sir"said the man
Smith nods his head and holds up a flask
"well thank you " said the man taking it and having a drink from it

"That was really well timed" said Agent 114 to Dr. Hodz, "are you a Doctor or something?"

"Why, yes, I am a doctor, though not in medically-oriented fields. I'm a doctor of Political Sciences. I do have some expertise in medicine, though."

Queen Hannah's motorcade arrived at Kensington Palace. She was wearing her grandmother's golden coronation dress. Two guards helped her out her car and the motorcade drove off. She walked up the steps of the Palace and reached the doors. She opened them and walked in,she saw so many people but she couldn't find Sumguy. But she would find someone to talk to instead.

"Hmm," said Sir Alistair to Queen Hannah. "You must be that newly crowned queen from the United Kingdom, am I right?"

"Yes I am." Queen Hannah recognized who she was talking to and continued. "So your Sir Davidson, Consul of British Londinium if so I might need to talk with you".

"Well, er, you see, Your Majesty, the first name is used with my formal title," Sir Alistair corrected. "So either Sir Alistair or Consul Davidson. But, forgive me, I nitpick. What can I do for the Second United Kingdom?"

"it never rains it pours sir"
Simth writes note
indeed Captain and wheres the Major

"over there sir"said the Captain pointintg to the man

The armoured black SUV with the blue Hamilayan seal emblazoned on the door pulled up outside Kensington Palace and an elderly man hoisted himself out and amiably waved to the driver of the SUV. The driver waved back, although no one could tell through the tinted windows, and the vehicle disappeared down the road. Arthur Whittaker was in his mid-sixties, wearing glasses and walking with a slight limp, which was rectified somewhat with an ornate ivory handled cane. He presented an identification card at the door- Mr. Arthur Whittaker, Special Diplomatic Representative of the Federal Republic of Hamilay- and entered the main hall. Whittaker smiled and bowed slightly to the few who noticed him come in.

"Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiter, a whiskey, if you please."

"Why, yes, I am a doctor, though not in medically-oriented fields. I'm a doctor of Political Sciences. I do have some expertise in medicine, though."

"Well that was pretty convient for her wasn't it." She said laughing a little. "I'm Aphrodité Jones, what's your name?"

"Well, er, you see, Your Majesty, the first name is used with my formal title," Sir Alistair corrected. "So either Sir Alistair or Consul Davidson. But, forgive me, I nitpick. What can I do for the Second United Kingdom?"

"Please forgive me for that misunderstanding Sir Alistair. I was wondering if I can have a royal visit of British Londinium. I have heard my grandmother had a visit of your country with Mr. Sinclair which wasn't finnshed. Me and my husband would be greatful if the visit could happen".

"Well that was pretty convient for her wasn't it." She said laughing a little. "I'm Aphrodité Jones, what's your name?"

"Julius Leanworth Hodz, at your service."

"Julius Leanworth Hodz, at your service."

"Nice to meet you, what country are you from?"

My husband and I, thought the Londinian Consul, struggling to resist the urge to correct. "Ah, that. Well, I'm afraid that might be difficult to arrange for. You see, after the Democide, anti-royal sentiment is amazingly prolific. It seems that your country symbolizes bourgeois oppression to the Londinian people. I'm afraid it would be a dangerous risk."

"Nice to meet you, what country are you from?"

"Oh, er, how foolish of me. I'm from Akimonad, which I seem to understand has a very good relationship with your country. I think we're sort of allies, though unofficially."

"Well if it's that huge a risk then maybe you and Mrs.Davidson can join me at Buckingham Palace with Prime Minister Howard and Mrs.Howard. I have heard that my country is a risk to people but it's not true. Do you know Prime Minister Mary McAleese and Prime Minister Harper".

"Well if it's that huge a risk then maybe you and Mrs.Davidson can join me at Buckingham Palace with Prime Minister Howard and Mrs.Howard. I have heard that my country is a risk to people but it's not true. Do you know Prime Minister Mary McAleese and Prime Minister Harper".

"I'm afraid that is also, regretfully, impossible," the Consul said in his best approximation of wistfulness. "Various affairs of state. And, no, I can't say I'm familiar with those two individuals."

Lord Sumguy suddenly remembered something. "I'm afraid I will have to excuse myself from the pleasure of your company for a moment, i have a very important favor to ask of someone." He walked over to John Arnold. "Mr. Arnold, could you give a message to your father for me?"

John smiled and said "I will, just do me a favor, tell Hetaera Bellidini that a Mr.John Arnold wants to see her?"

"Well both were Labour Prime Ministers and brought the United Kingdom a bad name. Do you wonder why our both nations can't have a good relationship. it was because of them that caused it, ruining the nation and our foreign affairs, causing debt to the country and the commonwealth.But after another set of elections Mrs. McAleese and Labour were voted out and the Liberals took power with Prime Minister Howard." Queen Hannah took a drink of wate and sat down to rest herselve.

"Well both were Labour Prime Ministers and brought the United Kingdom a bad name. Do you wonder why our both nations can't have a good relationship. it was because of them that caused it, ruining the nation and our foreign affairs, causing debt to the country and the commonwealth.But after another set of elections Mrs. McAleese and Labour were voted out and the Liberals took power with Prime Minister Howard." Queen Hannah took a drink of wate and sat down to rest herselve.

"Oh," said Sir Alistair. "I thought it was the fact that British Londinium and the United Kingdom never really interfaced in a significant relationship and that your nation embodies all sorts of anti-proletariat beliefs. But that makes sense too."

John Arnold walked over to Cecilia Bellidini and said "Hetaera Bellidini, it is very nice to see you again, how have you been?" He kissed her hand and smiled the most charming smile he could think of.

"That as well. With a new monarch and a new government maybe we can work together". Queen Hannah had another drink of water and looked to see if her husband was here.

the Captain look's at his blackberry pearl

"news from colony of Blood Haze the GP at last got the Butcher ,sicko killed over 200 woman and filmed it"said the Capain
he'll get what coming to him said Smith's note
"indeed"said the Captain

"So," Dr. Hodz asked the Cookeslander, "have you heard about this business with a rogue nation called 'The Raptor Pack'?"

"Oh, er, how foolish of me. I'm from Akimonad, which I seem to understand has a very good relationship with your country. I think we're sort of allies, though unofficially."

"Oh, yeah we do have really good relation with Akimonad, but i think we'e in the Hegemony together.

"So," Dr. Hodz asked the Cookeslander, "have you heard about this business with a rogue nation called 'The Raptor Pack'?"

Why yes, i have heard stories about them, at the UN anyways are they stirring up troble again?"

Queen Hannah finnshed her talk with Sir Alistair and moved on in the crowds of people that were here. She looked and saw John Arnold talking with a person she didn't know. She walked over and poked him on his shoulder.

Why yes, i have heard stories about them, at the UN anyways are they stirring up troble again?"

"Yeah, more tomfoolery. They think they're invincible or something."

:sniper:

Ian Flamable was considered devilishly handsome. However, he had been described in these terms, so many times, that his old English teacher had finally had enough and had written from Fetish College to warn him that, if he didn't change his style, he was in danger of becoming "two-dimensional" and "cliched".

Only three weeks earlier, Flamable had been appointed Second Secretary (Espionage and Extra-Marital Affairs) at the Gibberish Embassy. The diplomatic reception was the first event, which he'd attended in his new capacity.

He was looking tanned, fit and relaxed, having returned from a three-week-long scuba-diving, assassination and gambling holiday in Florida, the Bahamas, Switerland, Venice and the Czech Republic. He always had trouble deciding where to go. "Damn", he thought to himself, "I musht learn to be more deshyshive, when it comes to chooge-ing a deshtinayshun. I've uz-sht nearly all my air mylsh and it's not even Augesht, yet."

He was still day dreaming about the the adventures he'd had, as he descended the staircase. It would be so much easier, if, every time he attended one of these gatherings, he didn't have to fire a grappling iron on to the roof and climb up a rope, into a second-floor window, but even Flamable had to obey the rules. How else could he get to the top of the stairs and make his grand entrance?

Someone was watching him and he began to sense it. His eyes lifted slowly, scanning the figure from the patent leather Doc Martens up, past the knobbly knees to the undulating folds of the sequined kevlar above. He'd know that bullet-proof cocktail dress anywhere. It was the famous double vodka- sorry- agent, Onya Bahyke.

"A little behind, Ian, darling?"

"Why, thank you very much, Onya. You always manage to get to the bottom of things, very quickly."

"I meant that you're running late.", she said impatiently, her eyes narrowing to indicate her outward displeasure, while letting him know that, secretly, she found him quite amusing.

He knew he would be in the country for a short time and that tonight might be his only opportunity to find where the Ferrero Rocher were hidden. Therefore he had to act. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?

"That as well. With a new monarch and a new government maybe we can work together". Queen Hannah had another drink of water and looked to see if her husband was here.

"Why hello there." said a familiar voice by her right ear. Lord Sumguy had quietly come up behind her, and he took his wife's hand and kissed her. He turned to Consul Davidson. "I'm sorry if this should come as a bit of shock, we were married just last week."

snip

OOC huh and never use a gun smilie in a post

"Why hello there." said a familiar voice by her right ear. Lord Sumguy had quietly come up behind her, and he took his wife's hand and kissed her. He turned to Consul Davidson. "I'm sorry if this should come as a bit of shock, we were married just last week."

Hannah kissed him back."I see an old friend and I must go talk with him again. All leave you both to talk". Hannah walked up to her friend and waited for him to finnsh talking with a woman she didn't know.

Hannah kissed him back."I see an old friend and I must go talk with him again. All leave you both to talk". Hannah walked up to her friend and waited for him to finnsh talking with a woman she didn't know.

John turned and saw Hannah and said "Hi Hannah, how are you?, I went here, hoping to see old friends and I was right?, I was the only minister available on short notice, my country is having a military build up right now."

"you got Q from UK2 with her man and you got others from Cazelia ,Calizorinstan and CP odd mix all around"said the Captain to Smith

"yur still with the lady from Honako "said the Captain reading Smith note

"I'm very good John. Well I bet you already know I'm the new Commander and Chief of the British Forces. So how are you doing, I haven't seen you in such awhile".

John turned and saw Hannah and said "Hi Hannah, how are you?, I went here, hoping to see old friends and I was right?, I was the only minister available on short notice, my country is having a military build up right now."

OOC- John from the ICFS or your president?

OOC- John from the ICFS or your president?

OOC: John is the John from the ICFS, the president is Jack Arnold...

John turned and saw Hannah and said "Hi Hannah, how are you?, I went here, hoping to see old friends and I was right?, I was the only minister available on short notice, my country is having a military build up right now."

"you mean double ace" said Ingram from behind them. he then walked over to him "it's good to see you" he said to John, before turning to the Queen "Queen Hannah i presume" he said bowing

"you mean double ace" said Ingram from behind them. he then walked over to him "it's good to see you" he said to John, before turning to the Queen "Queen Hannah i presume" he said bowing

John nodded "Triple ace, if you count the last few days in the ICFS Ingram..."

"you mean double ace" said Ingram from behind them. he then walked over to him "it's good to see you" he said to John, before turning to the Queen "Queen Hannah i presume" he said bowing

Queen Hannah smilied,"Yes I am and you are?"

John nodded "Triple ace, if you count the last few days in the ICFS Ingram..."

"triple ace" he said "when you get back to Cazelia it's promotion time" he said laughing

Queen Hannah smilied,"Yes I am and you are?"

"Major Ingram Jonathan Hasley, youngest triple ace in Cazelia" he said with a smirk

Lord Sumguy smiled brightly at Consul Davidson. "I married quite a few couples when i first worked as a priest, but never kew what i was missing until now."

" triple ace ha once your a ace you a ace can become more of a ace"said the Captain over hearing

"triple ace" he said "when you get back to Cazelia it's promotion time" he said laughing



"Major Ingram Jonathan Hasley, youngest triple ace in Cazelia" he said with a smirk

John laughed and said "God knows I could use one.." He laughed and said "I sure hope that I might be a quad ace soon.."

Head Commissar of the Zintharian Worker's Party Oleg Romanovsky strode into the room, glancing about and occasionally introducing himself to some minor official.

As he glanced around, he adjusted the Red Beret bearing the Hammer and Sickle that was reserved for members of the Zintharian Worker's Party. He always felt proud to wear it in public, even if he was in nations that hated the organization.

Glancing around again, he noticed no one he knew, and so stood around waiting to see if anyone would engage him in conversation.

Lord Sumguy spotted Romanovsky and walked over to greet him. "Greetings, I am Lord Sumguy, founder and elected emperor of the Holy Empire of Lord Sumguy, and prince of the United Kingdom (United Kingdom2). Before you forge an opinion of me based upon those titles, know that i am of no noble blood, and hold one because i wa elected, and the other because i married a queen. I am afraid I have yet to learn your name sir, you must forgive me my ignorance."

"Consul, I was reading the LBG website the other day, and I noticed that you're having some trouble with your breadbasket colony. I have a proposal: perhaps you could give them some limited autonomy. Allow them to govern themselves somewhat, give them representation in Parliament, that sort of thing. I think it might work."

"Oh, the LBG loves to write those kinds of reports," the Consul said absentmindedly. "The area is not too much of a problem any more, really. My predecessor, Sinclair, regardless of all his blunders, had, at the very least, the brains to restore partial home rule to Britzkium, and most people there are content with that. It's the fundamentalists that won't stop - they won't be happy until they're able to raze Kensington. But I do appreciate the suggestion, and I'm sure that the LBG chairman would be delighted to know that his group's read by such a prominent foreign leader."

"Well, that's they way it goes with fundamentalists, but after awhile of being ignored or cracked down on they'll shut up and go underground. I've been thinking of expanding the Prestonian sphere of influence myself, but I don't know that UFAN would approve. I don't really want to be the aggressor either."

"Just to let you know, we're having a design team from ViZion come by tomorrow to redecorate the embassy, so if you see large moving vans that's why. Might want to let the Metro Police know so they don't get freaked out."

The team of ViZionarian designers landed a couple hours ago, and, having their equipment loaded up into their four white Tocus K500 panel vans, they made their way to the embassy. They would soon arrive, and begin to setup.

Whittaker's ears perked up at the mention of fighter planes, and moved to insert himself into the conversation, the wooden cane tapping on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing, Major Hasley. Arthur Whittaker, Hamilay. If you may permit me to say so, I'm impressed. Not bad at all. Certainly much better than I ever did. I used to be in the Hamilayan Air Force, when I was younger and more foolish," he laughed, "so these matters interest me. What aircraft do you fly?"