General Alekseyev
29-07-2007, 01:24
The Regius Ball
Dust billowed behind the large trucks as they pulled into the garage behind the Premier's Palace. When the trucks came to a stop the back hatches opened revealing hundreds of stacked crates. From a door across from the trucks several men to unload the trucks and twenty soldiers from the General's Army came into the garage. The crates in the trucks were loaded with food and drink for the ball the Dominion would be hosting. The Regius Ball.
Several Hours LaterPremier-General Sadriovich Alekseyev and his son Alexandr Panitrikov stood inside the massive Grand Hall. General Alekseyev admired the black marble floor and the massive crystal chandelier above. He turned to his son and nodded.
"You have done well. The Palace looks magnificent, all we must await for now is the arrival of our guests."
"Yes, Father." Alexandr thought his father looked simply dashing clad in his black military uniform. His Father's right shoulder was adorned with medals and symbols of his rank: Premier-General of His Dominion. The Dominion of General Alekseyev.
"When can we expect the first guests to arrive?" Alexandr asked.
"Tomorrow at the latest. I seriously doubt anyone will arrive this late in the evening. Invitations were sent out just this morning."
"Right."
OOC: This is not a formal 'diplomatic' thing. This is supposed to be a fun thing where members of different nations can get together and just enjoy a few evenings of well mannered frivolity.
Dust billowed behind the large trucks as they pulled into the garage behind the Premier's Palace. When the trucks came to a stop the back hatches opened revealing hundreds of stacked crates. From a door across from the trucks several men to unload the trucks and twenty soldiers from the General's Army came into the garage. The crates in the trucks were loaded with food and drink for the ball the Dominion would be hosting. The Regius Ball.
Several Hours LaterPremier-General Sadriovich Alekseyev and his son Alexandr Panitrikov stood inside the massive Grand Hall. General Alekseyev admired the black marble floor and the massive crystal chandelier above. He turned to his son and nodded.
"You have done well. The Palace looks magnificent, all we must await for now is the arrival of our guests."
"Yes, Father." Alexandr thought his father looked simply dashing clad in his black military uniform. His Father's right shoulder was adorned with medals and symbols of his rank: Premier-General of His Dominion. The Dominion of General Alekseyev.
"When can we expect the first guests to arrive?" Alexandr asked.
"Tomorrow at the latest. I seriously doubt anyone will arrive this late in the evening. Invitations were sent out just this morning."
"Right."
OOC: This is not a formal 'diplomatic' thing. This is supposed to be a fun thing where members of different nations can get together and just enjoy a few evenings of well mannered frivolity.