NationStates Jolt Archive


Business or Pleasure? (OPEN MT/PMT intro)

Candy Kids
01-10-2007, 21:52
A lone eagle descended slowly from the clouds. The long voyage was over, it had finally found shores on which to rest. It continued to descend, as a vast island opened below. Slowly, an image came into view. Bright shoots of multicolored neon struck out against the dark, moonless night, appearing somewhat like a child’s Lite Brite. The eagle continued lower, towards the beckoning light. As the beams of light intensified, the noble eagle became overwhelmed. It continued in a panicked flight smashing into a pane of glass. The lifeless bird began to slide quickly down the face of the massive lighted structure, descending unnoticed by the activity pulsing around it.

The island upon which this eagle had landed was no ordinary place, it was one of the home islands of a reclusive nation. This was the home to a highly developed, highly controlled society, yet one of rampant hedonism and shallow self liberation. The massive lighted tower into which the eagle had flown was yet one of the thousands of “pleasure hives” which dotted the landscape and housed the millions of inhabitants of the nation. Inside each one, tens of thousands of people buzzed about, working within the intricate system one moment, and drowning themselves in manufactured and carnal pleasures the next. The people maintain the system, and the system maintains them, two halves of a technological symbiosis.

Yet still, there was a hand which set these domes, like so many shiny bulbs, into place. And the flight of the eagle had interrupted that person’s thoughts. The thwack on the window jarred the Directress from her quiet thoughts. For days she had been piecing together a plan, a plan to open her family’s experiment to the world. Their hard work was soon to be showcased. She walked quickly to the window to investigate, and upon seeing nothing but the glistening lights of the other hives, returned to her computer. She typed a final line, and pressed the send button. Within seconds, a video was sent to all of the heads of the nations of the world……

It begins with a small animated rabbit, bouncing across a crisp green field set against a clear blue sky. As it hops energetically around, it stops at a small black hole. It turns to the audience, winks, and jumps down the hole, but instead of darkness the screen morphs into a Technicolor swirl. All the while a gentle beat begins to throb ever louder in the background. Suddenly the screen begins to flash, as various images appear within seconds of each other, people laughing, smiling, a sunset, a tongue licking ice cream, a palm tree swaying in the breeze, a kiss, a crowded dancefloor of a club. The images change quickly in succession, as a barely audible feminine whisper begins, “…..man has searched for paradise since the beginning…..perfection among men…..unsuccessful in our search….we offer pleasure in its stead…..Candy Kids…. indulge us…..” With that the video abruptly cuts off, and a set of coordinates flashes on the screen, followed by a date October 2nd.

With the message sent, all there was to do now was wait and prepare. The Directress smiled to herself, and walked out of her quiet office, fading into the Technicolor swirl that was her family’s ultimate masterpiece.

OCC: Basically RP receiving the message if you are interested, and then after a while I will let the people start arriving.
Candy Kids
02-10-2007, 01:28
"tick...tick...tick..."

The cleaning crews took to the room where the guests would be first taken. Polishing, dusting, wiping, sweeping. Water on the floor, mop swish, cloth dry, repeat. All was being done in an orderly fashion. Thousands of assignments had been given all over the nation, and the preparation was getting underway. Like drones, the people had been given their job, and fulfilled it without question.

The Directress stepped out onto the mezzanine overlooking the workers. It all seemed like an intricate dance dedicated to her, or a complex puppet show where she held all the strings. She turned away, and smiled. While she had always had a penchant for order, she secretly craved the unexpected and spontaneous. Her little game was just beginning, and she couldn't wait for the next move.

"Tick...tick...tick"
The clock and the community continued forward.

OOC: glorified bump....
Fordock
02-10-2007, 01:51
President Kichler sat at his desk. The war was going badly and Meshkrat might fall any day. Which would be a devastating blow. His secretary scrambled in with an odd gait and an official looking letter. He didn't even bother asking and just grabbed it. He decided to open it. Not like it could contain worse news. He read through and saw it.

"Well rather cryptic" he mumbled. The president then thought "Might as well send someone though."

He grabbed the phone and dialed up the number of some Senior Diplomat. Apparently this person's name was Uio Koj. Not like it mattered. It was just a random listing and he was a busy man. He called the man and told him where to go how to get there not to screw things up and then hung up. There was a war going on and it appeared to be a losing one.

OOC - Am I the only one detecting Brave New World Influences?
Orzio
02-10-2007, 02:23
ooc: Fordock, you're not the only one. Gotta love BNW! :p

ic:
Emperor Atoxon was just getting ready to eat, the meal spread before him in a very dazzling display. He had just picked up his fork when the phone on the side desk buzzed. "Apparently, even an emperor isn't immune from telemarketers at dinner, he groused. He waved to an underling standing by to answer it. After a few mummers, the underling relayed that a message was waiting for him, and that it seemed to be urgent. Atoxon grumbled that his food was getting cold, but took the message anyway.

After viewing it, he was puzzled. Not a usual message, that was for sure. Didn't seem like anything threatening, at least not overtly, other than to arouse some sort of person. "Ahhh, what the hell, why not send someone." He waved over another underling, and with that a message was dispatched to the Foreign Ministry, where they would send someone to find out what was going on. As luck would have it, the job was given to Dominus Haack.