NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This here roleplay is for any and all nations whom have an embassy in our Embassy Court. You are welcome to roleplay your arrival, communication, meetings (or requesting of meetings), raising any concerns or questions, and so forth with us to address issues, improve relations, extend trade - you name it! Enjoy! And dont forget to network with other ambassadors - you could find a potentially great alliance or trade partner here!
Embassy Court Info, Signup, and List Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=532313). Please check that thread to see who is assigned to you to speak to.

IC:
Embassy Court - the center of government relations inside Vitalità, the beautiful capital of ViZion. Eight miles wide and 16 miles long, walled in and guarded at all times, one can only enjoy the picturesque sights that it offers with its many lush parks, romanic cobblestone roads, and trees lining the walkways mixed in with the various embassies. In the center sits the large Embassy Central building. This building, made of kashmir white granate, is the hub for all communication and dealings with the embassies. Inside, this grand buildings walls are made of the rare Morocco Black marble, while the flooring is of rare Selenite Red Gypsum marble. Ceilings are made of the extremely unique Snake wood.

One can marvel for hours on end at the beauty and detail involved in each and every room of this massive building. However, there will be plenty of time to do that later - for now, it is time to check in with the ViZionarian Ambassador assigned to you.

That is, if you've already got settled in. It would be helpful if you had already arrived.

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A Learjet 45 coasted in for landing at Vitalita International Airport. Ambassador Garret Anderson stepped out of the plane once it landed, and went into a brand-new Mercedes-Benz limosine. He rode down the streets and was amazed by Vitalita.

"What architecture," he was heard saying to himself.

Finally, the car pulled in to Embassy Court. He hopped out, walked through the front doors, and headed toward the secretary (OOC: Assuming there is one).

"Can you help me? I believe I have a ViZionarian helped to assign me around by the name of Barry Cash?"

The Embassy Assistant sat at the large front desk, a large fireplace behind her. Across the vast lobby, she saw someone new walk into the building and looking around before approaching the desk.

"Can you help me? I believe I have a ViZionarian helped to assign me around by the name of Barry Cash?" the man asked. "What is your name?" Tosha, the Embassy Assistant, asked the man, as she looked at her computer and typed in Barry Cash. "You're from Kenavt?" she then asked.

"Yes I am, I should have said that before. I would just like to have help settling in to my embassy complex, which is... somewhere within this 8 miles wide and 16 miles long court. A tour of important places in Vitalita would be great also."

She smiled at the man and replied, "Well, Garret, Barry can help you with that. Just head down to the stairs back here," as she turned to her left and pointing down the hall behind here, "Go to the second floor. Head out to the front of the building, and as you near the end of the hall before it curves around to the right, his office is 232-A on your right. If you'd like, I can have someone show you the way."

"I think I can make my way, thanks."

After ten minutes of looking down hallways, reproaches and directions from several ViZionarians, and going down the stairs to the second floor to the front of the building to 232-A by chance, he knocked on the door.

"Hello? Ambassador Garret Anderson from Kenavt? I'm looking for Barry Cash."

A short, porky, 46 year old man with balding black hair and large, thick glasses peaked around a file cabnet. "Ahh, Ambassador Anderson! Yes, yes, come in!" he said cheerfully, quickly closing the cabnet and coming around to greet the Ambassador. "I am Barry. It's great to meet you! Come over, take some weight off your feet. My office is your office." he said, pointing to the large, plush brown sofa along the wall to Garret's right.

"How was your trip in?" he asked.

"Oh-well-um, thank you." Anderson quickly sat into the couch. "I have to say, Vitalita is quite the city. So many works of art-or you could say skyscrapers."

"Ahh, yes, Vitalita is a great city, that is for sure. It's becoming more and more like ViZion City, our old capital, back in the days before the Decade War. But alas, Vitalita is booming now, among the fastest growing in the world. And it is large, too." he said, pointing out a few of the pictures of Vitalita's skyline on the white walls. "But I'm not sure if you have toured the whole city yet or not. Have you?"

"No, I have not. I merely saw great sights on my way here to the Court from the airport."

"Well then, I guess we know one of the things on our agenda over the next week. Tell me, how are things back in Kenavt? I hope all is well." inquired Barry.

At that moment, a young man dressed in a traditional black-on-white suite walked off. "Can I get you an horderve, or a drink, possibly one of our fine wines or another drink?

"No, thank you," said Anderson to the young man.

"All things are well. We just had elections, sending our Duke Andrew da Vincho to the position of Premier. Of course, our Embassy Square, of sorts, in our capital Poiuytrewq has been set up, and I believe I saw a couple of ViZionarians moving in when I drove by on my way here. Do you think I could find my rooms before we do anything else?"

"Yes, we did request an embassy in your country I know. You very well could have seen them arrive. None the less, you haven't found your lot yet? Well, dang! Come on, lets get you to your embassy! No wonder you are in here so soon!" he said, standing up and stretching his back. "Damn back, if I didn't know any better, I woulda thought I broke it years ago the way it feels these days."

Anderson laughed. "I think I'm getting along there. So where is my embassy in the midst of this, when you think about it, 128 square mile complex?"

A black Sikorsky S-92 executive helicopter bearing the Gold Eagle standard of the Dominion hovered as it got clearance to land at Vitalita International Airport. The sleek chopper lowered landing gear from the external bays along the sides of the aircraft and touched down with an almost imperceptible jostle to the passengers inside. From within the plush confines strode, or, rather, limped Dominion Defense Force Colonel (Ret.) Thomas Thorpe.

He wore his olive drab DDF Infantry uniform and leaned heavily on a black mahogany swagger stick with a silver handle. His closely-cropped hair, what was visible from under his cap anyway, was blonde with gray streaks around the temples. Behind him was a small cadre of people who were somewhat sloppily dressed and had bundles of large papers under their arms: the architects for the new embassy. They piled into an SUV and set off for the construction site, where the structure was already half-built.

Behind them disembarked two fully armored Dominion Defense Force troopers, assault rifles slung over their shoulders. The three walked toward a second SUV, a black GMC which, unbeknownst to most people, had an extra armor suite and small reserve oxygen supply to go with its ability to 'button up'. One of the troopers slid into the passenger seat while Thorpe and the second piled into the back. This vehicle moved toward Embassy Central.

The driver was discussing the wonderous acrhitecture of the ViZionarian capital to an awe-struck DDF, while the Colonel looked on with a kind of wistful sadness.

"Yes, this is a nice city," he replied absently, "Beautiful architecture, kind of like home."

The Colonel was in the thick of it during the First City outbreak, a long story for another time. His unit had been charged with holding perimeter and screening for infected as the refugees fled the Residential Quarter. The spires of First City, renowned for their beauty and longstanding symbols of success and prosperity, had burned that day. He had taken a stray bullet in the leg from a fear-crazed civilian trying to defend himself. Thorpe was honorably discharged with full honors and a rousing case of post-conflict depression. This disorder was common to most survivors from First City, as no one in the Capital knew anything of tragedy short of the occasional natural diaster. To see so much of it ruin and awash in blood left scras in thousands of people that never fully healed, the President among them.

The trooper next to him leaned over, "Sir? Are you alright?"

"Fine, Corporal, just fine." he seemed to snap out of it, "Are we there yet?"

The driver groaned, "Oh no, you're not one of THOSE passengers are you?"

The Colonel cracked a smile as they pulled up to the massive building. He and the trooper next to him got out as the GMC pulled away to find a parking spot. The Corporal helped Thorpe up the staircase and int othe main lobby. Once withing view of onlookers however, Thorpe puffed out his chest and walked without the swagger stick as much as possible up to the front desk. He held his Dominion Military tact and slight arrogance to a tee.

He sauntered right up to the front desk and gave the receptionist that no-nonsense look of the Dominino brass, "Excuse me, I am Ambassador Thomas Thorpe, here to meet with ViZionarian Ambassador Terry Docker. I am told he is expecting me?"

The Corporal stood at ease behind the Colonel/Ambassador and Thorpe's expression was somewhat gentle, almost nonchalant, though his body language was quite different.

"Well, lucky for you, I know exactly where you are from here. After all, I am the one chosen to work specifically with you and your embassy." he said. "You're north one mile and roughly half a wide east. And obviously, with so much sprawl, there's alot of space between embassies. So there's tons of open areas for which you walk, run, relax in. Anything." said Barry.

"Why dont you come with me, I'll drive you out there. Show you your embassy. Which, might I add, is quite the beautiful building."

"Thank you very much! Where is the way to your car?"

Garret thought he was going to enjoy being an ambassador-even though before he loathed the idea.

"By the way, my security entourage should be arriving in a couple of weeks. My government hoped ViZionarian forces would be enough for my protection in that time."

As Ambassador Thorpe stated, "Excuse me, I am Ambassador Thomas Thorpe, here to meet with ViZionarian Ambassador Terry Docker. I am told he is expecting me?", the Embassy Assistant Tasha cracked a small laugh out. Yes, she is expecting you. If you to down the hall to your left," she said, pointing to the hall directly to their left across the large lobby, "Terry is in room 177-B on the left. Would you like me to have someone show you the way?" she inquired.

"Thank you very much! Where is the way to your car?"

Garret thought he was going to enjoy being an ambassador-even though before he loathed the idea.

"By the way, my security entourage should be arriving in a couple of weeks. My government hoped ViZionarian forces would be enough for my protection in that time."
"There hasn't been a situation yet that our military has not been able to handle here." he said proudly. "But my car is down in the underground parking. Just follow me." he said.

They walked out of the room, but instead of going left back towards the stairs, they made a right, and then curved around the corner. A wide hallway offered up sofa's, seats, tables, and a small lounge. One could get any drink or horderve they craved here.

But they were going past that. Not far beyond that was the elevators. And they went down four levels. Walking out, even the parking garage was made of cobblestone. "Oh, yes. And I hope the vehicle you guys have here has a nice suspension, because the cobblestone roads can be a PAIN if you dont." Barry said.

He walked up to the car and pulled on the door handle of the Ando-Trephin Chieftain. It unlocked thanks to his key fob being in his pocket. "Hop in!"

"Snap, I hope we do have good suspension." Garret clambered in. "I have heard of your fine military record, by the way. I have heard a lot."

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As Ambassador Thorpe stated, "Excuse me, I am Ambassador Thomas Thorpe, here to meet with ViZionarian Ambassador Terry Docker. I am told he is expecting me?", the Embassy Assistant Tasha cracked a small laugh out. Yes, she is expecting you. If you to down the hall to your left," she said, pointing to the hall directly to their left across the large lobby, "Terry is in room 177-B on the left. Would you like me to have someone show you the way?" she inquired.

The Colonel blushed slightly, "Oh, I had assumed that...I mean, it's one of those names that can go either way and-At any rate, thank you madame for the information."

He then grinned, "And thanks for the offer, but I'm not that old yet as to need to be led around like someone ready for the retirement home. I'm sure the Corporal and I will manage."

With that, he bid her a good afternoon and limped toward the nearest directory. Finding his room number, he jerked his head toward the direction they needed to go and let the trooper take the lead. Following the recptionist's directions, they did find the room fairly easily. The Corporal knocked then opened the door for Thorpe, who cautiously entered.

"Pardon me, Ms. Docker? Ambassador Thomas Thorpe of the Dominion, Retired Colonel of the Dominion Defense Forces at your service."

"Snap, I hope we do have good suspension." Garret clambered in. "I have heard of your fine military record, by the way. I have heard a lot."

OOC: I have to go. If you post a reply, expect another one tomorrow.
Barry snickered, "Well, you'll soon find out I guess, huh?" he said. They continued their drive at a leasurely 10 miles per hour - the highest speed allowed in non-emergency situations inside the walls. "So, do you have any questions while we are heading to your embassy?"

The Colonel blushed slightly, "Oh, I had assumed that...I mean, it's one of those names that can go either way and-At any rate, thank you madame for the information."

He then grinned, "And thanks for the offer, but I'm not that old yet as to need to be led around like someone ready for the retirement home. I'm sure the Corporal and I will manage."

With that, he bid her a good afternoon and limped toward the nearest directory. Finding his room number, he jerked his head toward the direction they needed to go and let the trooper take the lead. Following the recptionist's directions, they did find the room fairly easily. The Corporal knocked then opened the door for Thorpe, who cautiously entered.

"Pardon me, Ms. Docker? Ambassador Thomas Thorpe of the Dominion, Retired Colonel of the Dominion Defense Forces at your service."
Tasha giggled, "It's fine, I'm sure she would understand. She's not the type that tends to worry about that anyway." she responded before they left to see Terry.

In her office, Terry was sitting at her mahogany desk working on some paperwork when the Ambassador and Retired Colonel came knocking. She got up quickly, "Yes, yes, Ambassador Thorpe! Come on in! Welcome in! How are you doing? I'm Terry Docker." she announced, welcoming them in as she came around her desk to greet them.

Barry snickered, "Well, you'll soon find out I guess, huh?" he said. They continued their drive at a leasurely 10 miles per hour - the highest speed allowed in non-emergency situations inside the walls. "So, do you have any questions while we are heading to your embassy?"

"No, not at all Barry. Although... do you know if any ceremonies go on here in ViZion that I will need to be present at?"

"Any ceremonies you need to be present for? Well, in a couple months a new president will be elected and sworn in, that's about the closest in the near future that you need to be present for. However, there's always events going on you're welcome to attend here in Vitalita." Barry told him as they neared the property.

In was another minute before they arrived. And as they approached the building, a large, three-floor structure appeared in view. In the shape of a cylinder, the large steel building had ribbons of light slashing around it of various colors that would light up at dusk, offering up a sharp look to it.

"Well, here we are." he said, pulling up along the sidewalk. Grabbing a couple bags to help carry in, they began walking up the pathway towards the building, which was set in about 750 feet from the road - and for good reason. They made their way through a tropical garden and crossed a wooden bridge over a large and rather deep creek that wraps around the building. "You guys are welcome to swim in there - if you would rather not swim in the pool on your roof." he said. "It gets rather hot around here."

Garret's jaw dropped. All this for me? He wondered. It was beautiful! No matter what the Kenavt government said, he was staying here!

"This is beautiful, Barry! Thank you so much!"

"Don't thank me, thank our government. They... take care of their allies and friends well. There's usually no holding back on that." he said. He then pulled out a metal ball about the size of a golf ball. "This is your key. It's one of two ways of opening the door." he told him, then putting the ball into a small hole in the massive stainless steel french doors. You could hear a humming and muted clicking sound. The ball was then dislodged from the hole and Barry grabbed it. At the same time, one could here the large locking mechinisms at work as it unlocked. "Now, we just push here..." Barry said, pushing on a central location on the door and it swung wide open. "The other way is by allowing the door to scan your eyes and hand print."

Inside, the interior had a much warmer feel and design to it. Extensive usage of Birdseye Maple wood in the floor and ceiling offered a very light and airy feel, while the walls were painted different colors, most of which were lighter. Directly ahead of them was a fireplace that was ten feet by ten feet, surrounded in those ten feet by glass on all sides. Above that was a white wall - and one could look up all the way past the three stories in this lobby. Both the second and third floors offered a balcony view of the lobby.

"I hope this place will do for you and your staff." Barry said.

"This is so overwhelming... where to begin..." Garret was speechless. "I think I could spend years here and not see all the beauty ViZion has."

"This is so crazy..."

"I'm glad you like it." he said. At that moment, a couple people came up and took the bags away. "They'll take your stuff so you can simply get settled. Any questions? Want a tour?" Barry asked.

"No, not really any questions." Said Garret, awestruck. "Except, I would like to see the sights of Vitalita. I have heard a lot about them."

"Alright, did you want to do that at a later time once you get some rest, or now? I imagine you are tired from your trip in, yes?" Barry asked.

"I suppose I will get some rest. Thank you for your help! I will see you later." Garret waved goodbye as he went up the stairs in search of his room, which he would surely find. Eventually.

OOC: I'll come back and RP with you later when I don't really have anything to do. Maybe a week or two. If that's OK.

OOC: Alright, feel free to return any time... remember this thread is for communication, concerns/questions, whatever.

OOC: Cool.

Tasha giggled, "It's fine, I'm sure she would understand. She's not the type that tends to worry about that anyway." she responded before they left to see Terry.

In her office, Terry was sitting at her mahogany desk working on some paperwork when the Ambassador and Retired Colonel came knocking. She got up quickly, "Yes, yes, Ambassador Thorpe! Come on in! Welcome in! How are you doing? I'm Terry Docker." she announced, welcoming them in as she came around her desk to greet them.

The Colonel limped in, giving his best smile and extended his hand, "I'm fine, Ambassador, and please, either Terry or Colonel. Only tightwads and politicians call me by that title, and you are certainly neither of those."

The Corporal took up his dutiful position outside the office, standing at ease.

Torry Phillips adjusted his sunglasses as he made his way towards the Embassy Central building. The sunlight was hurting his eyes a little after a long flight with little sleep, but even in his state he could take in the fine architecture of the square and see it for what it was - a statement of power and grandeur. He made a note to take a tour of the remainder of Vitalità; see if the wealth was as liberally applied elsewhere.

One could almost, just almost miss the armed soldiers that guarded the square. "Are they here to keep the people out, or us in?" He wondered to himself.

He wandered casually through the main doors. It was hard to believe that this man represented the President of Fraedon personally in all affairs regarding ViZion, that he wield a rather hefty amount of power. You could hardly tell from looking at him - to the rest of the world he appeared somewhat lost amongst the bustling noise in the halls of power.

"Ah, excuse me? I'm looking for Ambassador Patti Reign?"

The Colonel limped in, giving his best smile and extended his hand, "I'm fine, Ambassador, and please, either Terry or Colonel. Only tightwads and politicians call me by that title, and you are certainly neither of those."

The Corporal took up his dutiful position outside the office, standing at ease.
Terry giggled, "Alright, Colonel. Please, take a seat." she said. There were multiple leather seats throughout the room. "How is everything going for you?" she asked.

Torry Phillips adjusted his sunglasses as he made his way towards the Embassy Central building. The sunlight was hurting his eyes a little after a long flight with little sleep, but even in his state he could take in the fine architecture of the square and see it for what it was - a statement of power and grandeur. He made a note to take a tour of the remainder of Vitalità; see if the wealth was as liberally applied elsewhere.

One could almost, just almost miss the armed soldiers that guarded the square. "Are they here to keep the people out, or us in?" He wondered to himself.

He wandered casually through the main doors. It was hard to believe that this man represented the President of Fraedon personally in all affairs regarding ViZion, that he wield a rather hefty amount of power. You could hardly tell from looking at him - to the rest of the world he appeared somewhat lost amongst the bustling noise in the halls of power.

"Ah, excuse me? I'm looking for Ambassador Patti Reign?"
"Welcome." Tasha said. "Can I get your name?" she asked as she looked up Patti's information in the computer.

"Welcome." Tasha said. "Can I get your name?" she asked as she looked up Patti's information in the computer.

"Ah, yes, I should've said." He shuffled nervously "Torry Phillips - I'm the Ambassador from Fraedon."

"Welcome Ambassador Torry Phillips. Down the hall to your right and around the corner that curves left, you'll come to his office on your left - room 133-B." Tasha said with a smile. "Would you like to have someone show you the way?"

"Welcome Ambassador Torry Phillips. Down the hall to your right and around the corner that curves left, you'll come to his office on your left - room 133-B." Tasha said with a smile. "Would you like to have someone show you the way?"

"Thank you, I... I think I can manage to find it. Anything I should know before I meet him?"

Tasha was finding it funny that these Ambassadors continue to assume their fellow Ambassador from ViZion are men - Because, of course, ambassadors can ONLY be men... she thought to herself. "Well, yes, one thing you probably should know - she's a she. Not a he." he said with a laugh.

As the plane doors opened, the tall slim figure, wearing a blue suit, of Rafael Torres emerged from the stationery plane. He had slept for the majority of the journey but he'd woken up jsut before the landing. As he walked across the tarmac to his car he felt the gentle breeze ruffle his short brown hair slightly. As the driver opened the car door for him he turned to his assistant, "How do I look ?" he asked. His assistant looked him up and down, "Fine, sir." They then entered the car.

The Rolls Royce Phantom cruised along the streets of Vitalita as Rafael gazed out of the window. The architecture is incredible here !, he thought to himself. As the car entered the Embassy Court he was greatful for the car's good suspension as it glided over the cobblestones. Rabbid always ensured their Ambassador's were looked after, his luxurious car was proof enough of that. As the car pulled up outside the Embassy Central building, Rafael was once again in awe of the structure. He exited the car and made his way through the doors of the incredible building, only to be more shocked by the beauty of its interior. Best get on with business, he thought and made his way to the receptionists desk.

There was a lady behind the desk who looke like she would be able to help him, "Excuse me, I am Ambassador Rafael Torres. Would you be able to tell me where I can find Yuniesky Beltre please ?" he asked, trying to sound as warm, friendly and polite as he possibly could.

Tasha was finding it funny that these Ambassadors continue to assume their fellow Ambassador from ViZion are men - Because, of course, ambassadors can ONLY be men... she thought to herself. "Well, yes, one thing you probably should know - she's a she. Not a he." he said with a laugh.

"Ah. Boy is my face red. Okay, um, thoroughly embarrassed as I am, I'll go find her now. Thank you for your assistance."

He beat a hasty retreat. Of course! Well that was just great; five minutes and already they think I'm a sexist. Smoooooooooth.

"I'm not a sexist," he muttered under his breath.

Torry wandered down the corridor. From here on in, he'd just have to keep his mouth shut, and his ears open. Finding the door, he knocked. Twice.

Terry giggled, "Alright, Colonel. Please, take a seat." she said. There were multiple leather seats throughout the room. "How is everything going for you?" she asked.

He gladly sat down, taking pressure off of his knee, "All in all, I'd say quite well considering the buckshot in my leg. Long story, and one I'm not quite ready to talk about yet. Your city is...breathtaking. I thought the Dominion capital was the pinnacle of civilization, but Vitalita has outright impressed me."

He lay the swagger stick on the floor next to the seat and chuckled, "Were this the Dominion's corporate police state days I'd have been recalled and shot for saying that. Times in my homeland have certainly changed. Much to the dismay of the few corporate powers leftover from those days, civil rights and political freedoms are higher than they've ever been and the economy is doing better now than it ever did with big business running the show. Serves 'em right.

United WeaponsTech is the last bastion from back then, and God knows how many facilities they still have making less than scrupulous devices unchecked. Give me two good platoons of DDF's and Civil Authority and a warrant..."

"Yes - who's there?" Patti asked as she was shuffling some paperwork.

He gladly sat down, taking pressure off of his knee, "All in all, I'd say quite well considering the buckshot in my leg. Long story, and one I'm not quite ready to talk about yet. Your city is...breathtaking. I thought the Dominion capital was the pinnacle of civilization, but Vitalita has outright impressed me."

He lay the swagger stick on the floor next to the seat and chuckled, "Were this the Dominion's corporate police state days I'd have been recalled and shot for saying that. Times in my homeland have certainly changed. Much to the dismay of the few corporate powers leftover from those days, civil rights and political freedoms are higher than they've ever been and the economy is doing better now than it ever did with big business running the show. Serves 'em right.

United WeaponsTech is the last bastion from back then, and God knows how many facilities they still have making less than scrupulous devices unchecked. Give me two good platoons of DDF's and Civil Authority and a warrant..."
"Why thank you," she said. "I've never been there, but I do plan on going - just not sure when I'll have time since I'm assigned here."

Terry then listened to what he was saying. "Well if you could be arrested for that, I'd surely be shot on sight for the things I say." Terry said with a laugh. "So, what brings you in today?"

He sat back in the chair, allowing himself to relax a bit, "Moving day. I'm checking into our new embassy down the way from here."

He chuckled, "And I'm reporting to you as ordered, ma'am. The embassie's about half done but you'd be able to see the gist of our architecture and it's perfectly liveable with the quarters all done and the upper floor offices left to do."

"Well isn't that just swell." Terry said. "Maybe you could show me around sometime." At that time, a young lady of about 25 years old walked in. "Can I get you any snacks or drinks, Mr. Thorpe?" she asked him.

"Ma'am I'd be happy to. It's small by our standards, only six stories or so, but the President sent me an excellent housewarming package of art and sculpture from home that will make for a nice lobby display. I may even devote most of the second floor to it."

The Colonel then looked up at the attendant, "A strong cup of coffee if you got it. Black, if possible. Thank you."

He then focused his sttention back on the Ambassador, "I'd rather we waited until the embassy was finished, which will be about one more work day for our engineers. Then I'd be more than happy to give you the grand tour and you can get the full effect."

"Yes, sir." the waitress responded and left the room to get some coffee.

"Very nice. And that is fair enough - when do you expect it to be completed?" she asked the Colonel.

"Yes - who's there?" Patti asked as she was shuffling some paperwork.

Torry took a deep breath and strode into the room. "Torry Phillips - I'm the, uh, I'm the guy from Fraedon. You've probably got a file there that has every little detail about my life written on it - don't worry, most of the sensational bits are lies," he smiled to indicate a joke, then continued. "Shall we get straight into it? I'm going to need a briefing on local laws, foreign policy and, oh, is there anywhere here I can get a bite to eat? I'm afraid I don't go in much for plane food..."

"Ahh, yes, Ambassador Phillips. It's nice to meet you. Let me put this away and we can talk while we grab some food - we've got some just down the hall here." Patti said with a smile. After putting the paperwork away, she offered to shake hands.

"Sorry, where are my manners?" Torry took the offered hand and shook. "I have much to learn about you country, it is so different to my own. Please, after you."

"Don't worry about it," she said as they walked out of the room, "Tell me about your country, and how things are going right now." she said.

"I must say I was most impressed by the architecture of the squares - are the embassies as fine? As for Fraedon, as ever, she remains strong. President Jerome has recently had some problems with terrorist activity, but I suppose this is the consequence of any strong political power. I must say though, we do things very differently to you, and I do have many questions. I believe you have a quaint custom here; freedom of speech? How does that work?"

They made their way down the hall and, near the end of the hall, made a left into a large open area at the backside of the building. There they had a small cafe.

"Thank you. The embassies - each with its own seperate design inside and out - are works of art on their own. We have many made by our own companies here in ViZion, but some request the ability to have build their own, in which case we welcome them to. she said.

"And terrorism. Something not to unfamiliar to ViZion not long ago when there were two organization - Terror of the World and Angelic Freedom - who pledged to destroy us. However, internal terror organizations are practically non-existant. I'm sure that partly has to do with the fact that we have a limited government, expansive freedom of press, speech, and peaceful protest here in ViZion. And the fact that poverty and other things like that are not very common here." Patti said smiling.

"Freedom of speech, though, yes. How does it work? Quite simple - we allow our people to say what they want. As long as they are harming no one, they can say all they want. They can protest - peacefull of course. They can write what they want in the press. It's not something we worry about here.

By the way, what would you like to eat?" she inquired as they arrived at the cafe.

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Bump? Anyone? Wanna talk?

Gregjour Dinascu shined his Mehmet Çeau pin on his chest and brushed down his black suit. He was a model party member and very nostalgic for the old days of the Provoçe Era.

A jet transported him to the Imported ViZion capital city where he would land and meet with the man asigned to work with him

While in the jet Gregjour red up on some books on the Imported ViZion and then read a Party Manuel about conduct in foriegn nations and being careful not to accidently say anything that could Undermine the Party and Bulgislavian System.

He was set to arrive in the country soon

Seeing the plane land and taxi into position at the spawling Vitalita International Airport (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=533713), Ambassador Julius Bevaro exited his black Ando-Trephin Chieftain sedan to await Gregjour Dinascu to exit his aircraft.

Gregjour was astounded at the activity all around him.

Terevesti International Airport in Bulgislavia was a desolate airport. Tourism was banned and it was only ever used for government visits.

Gregjour looked up at the large board showing where planes were coming from and leaving

Back in Bulgislavia there was only ever one destination and that was Besk in the northern neighbor of Bulgislavia, Bulgia. A plane of Bulgian advisors and officials would travel back and forth between Besk and Terevesti once a week apart from that the Terevesti International airport recieved no foriegners and planes.

Gregjour made his way out of the airport. Gregjour looked at a photograph of Julius Bevaro and then looked into the crowds hoping to find a match.... Finally he saw Julius Bevaro and headed over towards him

"Greetings. My name is Gregjour Dinascu but you can just call be Greg" he said reaching out to give a handshake

Julius received the handshake warming. Julius was a hardy family-man, middle-aged and big-boned but not heavyset. His black hair and tanned skin fit the scene a new-coming sees; clear skies and quite warm. As such, khaki shorts and a button-up tropical themed short sleeved shirt was in order for him.

"Greg, nice to meet you. I am Julius Bevaro, but since we are forgoing the 'formal' names, you can call me Jewels - something my family and good friends call me. Welcome to ViZion!" he said with a beaming smile. "How was your flight in?"

As Paul Brint stood in the Embassy Central building, along with his wife, Amelia, and their guards, he looked around at the interior design. It was very impressive, very impressive indeed, but he preferred something in a warm woody texture to all this stone. They were supposed to meet an Embassy official, but there was no one in sight. Then he spotted the front desk. "Wait here," he said to the Wolves and Amelia. "I'll see about this." Walking over to counter, he checked around for someone to speak to.

"Hello sir, I am Christina, how may I help you?" asked a young brunette, looking to be right out of college. Her looks would not be out of place on a modeling runway, but the aura around her seemed very genuine and knowledgeable; her speech not the least bit ditsy.

"Hello, Miss Christina. I'm looking for a Mister William Johnson, an ambassador here. We're the party from Steelios, my wife and I, and our guards." He gestured to the serious looking officers waiting patiently nearby. Amelia came over to join him. "I presume we were supposed to meet him in his office, but we're running a bit behind. If you could point us in the right direction, we'd be very grateful."

Christina smiled, "Oh yes, Paul and Amelia Brint, correct? I can show you to Ambassador William Johnson's office, or I can ask him to come meet you down here if you would prefer.

"Better for us to go to his office, I think, don't you, dear?" Amelia smiled and said, "I do think so. Rather more comfortable for everyone that way." Both man and woman were quite tall, with fair skin and dark hair. He had the look of a swimmer, with a lean frame and well exercised muscles. She was slightly shorter, and while she shared her partners level of fitness, it was more a quiet, healthy disposition. They followed the young woman to the Ambassador's office, arm in arm. The guards followed at a distance.

A CV-30 Vogel, retrofitted for personnel transport, landed at the Vitalia airport, it's nacelles tilted for vertical landing. From the cabin, four people, escorted by two dark-suited men, descended the built-in retractable stairs as the tail tilted upward to reveal an adapted BMW M5. Set to seat up to eight, the slightly elongated sedan was also armored, with an enhanced engine to compensate for the added weight. When all six had gotten in, the BMW moved out, heading to the Embassy Center.

The driver got them there quickly, while being careful to adhere to local traffic laws. The sedan pulled up to the curb, and they got out, the suited agents at their side.

Ambassador Redding took his wife's, Chrisana, hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

"Better for us to go to his office, I think, don't you, dear?" Amelia smiled and said, "I do think so. Rather more comfortable for everyone that way." Both man and woman were quite tall, with fair skin and dark hair. He had the look of a swimmer, with a lean frame and well exercised muscles. She was slightly shorter, and while she shared her partners level of fitness, it was more a quiet, healthy disposition. They followed the young woman to the Ambassador's office, arm in arm. The guards followed at a distance.
As they entered the elevator to go to floor three, Christina asked "So is this your first visit to ViZion?"

A CV-30 Vogel, retrofitted for personnel transport, landed at the Vitalia airport, it's nacelles tilted for vertical landing. From the cabin, four people, escorted by two dark-suited men, descended the built-in retractable stairs as the tail tilted upward to reveal an adapted BMW M5. Set to seat up to eight, the slightly elongated sedan was also armored, with an enhanced engine to compensate for the added weight. When all six had gotten in, the BMW moved out, heading to the Embassy Center.

The driver got them there quickly, while being careful to adhere to local traffic laws. The sedan pulled up to the curb, and they got out, the suited agents at their side.

Ambassador Redding took his wife's, Chrisana, hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.
OOC: Assuming you arrived at the Embassy Center...
IC:
A man in a white tuxedo and white-tipped shoes opened the door for the group, "Welcome to the Embassy Central in Vitalita, ViZion. How do you do?" the young man inquired politely with a warming smile.

OOC: Assuming you arrived at the Embassy Center...
IC:
A man in a white tuxedo and white-tipped shoes opened the door for the group, "Welcome to the Embassy Central in Vitalita, ViZion. How do you do?" the young man inquired politely with a warming smile.

"We're doing fine," Marcus answered, returning the smile, "I'm Ambassador Redding, from the Commonwealth of Free United States, and this is my family."

Vaaridhara Darshana fastened her tie. This was her first diplomatic mission, and though her external appearance was fixed in stone, inside she was jumping about like an excited 11-year old boy who just found the Basic Doctrine of the Liberty Security Force. (OOC: Guess what the BDLSF is a reference to.) She was going to reach the capital city of ViZion pretty soon, and she thought that she might as well fix up her appearance.

"We're doing fine," Marcus answered, returning the smile, "I'm Ambassador Redding, from the Commonwealth of Free United States, and this is my family."
With a slight bow of the head, "It is nice to meet you. I am Henry Thompson, at your service. Would you like me to show you to your representative's office? I understand it is Ambassador Zac Princeton." he said. For what would seem to be a simple doorman, he surely knew more than anyone might expect coming in for the first time.

Vaaridhara Darshana fastened her tie. This was her first diplomatic mission, and though her external appearance was fixed in stone, inside she was jumping about like an excited 11-year old boy who just found the Basic Doctrine of the Liberty Security Force. (OOC: Guess what the BDLSF is a reference to.) She was going to reach the capital city of imported ViZion pretty soon, and she thought that she might as well fix up her appearance.
OOC: just ViZion ;) when they changed forum servers a few years back, it added "import_" to my forum s/n... heh

Vaaridhara (OOC: FYI, Vaaridhara Darshana means "Cloud Watcher" or literally, "Water-carrier Seeing") got down from the aeroplane and took a cab to the Embassy District, marveling at the architecture along the way. Where she came from, the buildings were made for function and few were made for form- pretty much the only buildings made for form AND function were the Parliament Building and The Supreme Court. The only buildings with form, other than those, were the houses of those who could afford it.

When she got off the cab, she saw a bus racing towards her cab. She saw the logo and immediately knew who they were- her bodyguards and crack troopers.

OOC: You arrive outside the gate of the Embassy Court? It's a walled-in area with a large gate; the roads inside are cobblestone. Those two things combined are a big part of why we only allow one vehicle.

OOC: Ahh, but I only said that she gets off of the cab, I didn't say WHERE.

She and her 10 servants followed behind her 19- strong security force along the cobblestone road, the jeep following slowly behind all of them, driven by a Crack Trooper.

She didn't have much trouble getting past the gate. Her security force was pretty much all she needed to convince the security guards that she was the real deal.

Her helicopter was going to come soon, the President had told her.

She walked towards the secretary and said, "My name is Vaaridhara Darshana and I believe that a certain Ambassador Gregg Quinty is to escort me?" She had been brushing up on her English for a long time to say that sentence.

She knew that her native language was a dead one outside of her country, so she couldn't speak in it.

"Ambassador Darshana, it is a pleasure to welcome you to ViZion. Let me call to notify Mister Quinty of your arrival." said a woman in her mid sixties. She quickly called to Gregg's office to let him know that the group from Niraamaya had arrived.

"He's on his way down to meet you." she said. "How was your trip? Is this your first time here?"

OOC: Yes, I noticed, hence my question ;)

"It was fine, and yes, this is my first time here," Vaaridhara said, sitting down, just as Ambassador Quinty arrived. "Good morning, Mister Quinty."

"Ahh, please, call me Gregg!" Gregg Quinty said as he approached. Gregg was a rather eccentric older man in his late 60's with two small gray patches of hair above each ear. The man was always joyful, some would agree much too jolly. A small man in statue, he has a big heart and always treats people like family.

And like his size, his ego and attitude were quite small as well, being very humble the majority of the time. But he does have quite the mean streak in him should someone manage to get on his bad side.

He quickly walked upto her and embraced her in his well-known bear hugs. "Oh Vaaridhara, if I may call you that, it is so so very nice to finally meet you!" he said, finally releasing her. This type of introduction tended to shock most people, but he seemed oblivious to the reactions he normally received. "And who might these fine people be with you? Looks like some guards and fellow staff." he said without letting her answer. Clearly overjoyed, he quickly went to each person and grabbed one of their hands and gave them a big two-handed shake.

"Shall we be going now?" Vaaridhana said, standing up. "Oh, and you can call me Vaarid if you wish. It is shorter and easier to pronounce."

Of course, for her, it wasn't, really. She just got the impression after the cab driver called her "Varied Nana".

"Vaarid it is. Come, follow me!" he said, waving a big wave of the arm for them to follow. "So, tell me about Niraamaya." he said as they made their way to the elevator.

"Well, even though it's called a Socialist and Communist state, that's just what the government calls it. We are actually capitalist, but by Socialist we mean that the harder one works, the more money one gets, and by Communist, we mean that we have welfare. The public buildings are built solely for function and not for form. Only two of them are as beautiful as the buildings here." Vaaridhana said, as they got into the elevator. Gregg leaned over and pushed a button.

As they entered the elevator to go to floor three, Christina asked "So is this your first visit to ViZion?"

"Yes," replied Amelia. "I'm afraid we don't know very much about the country, as we only had a very short time to prepare." Her husband nodded in agreement. "Quite so. We were very eager to get out into the world. It's one of the reasons I trained as an Ambassador."

"Well, even though it's called a Socialist and Communist state, that's just what the government calls it. We are actually capitalist, but by Socialist we mean that the harder one works, the more money one gets, and by Communist, we mean that we have welfare. The public buildings are built solely for function and not for form. Only two of them are as beautiful as the buildings here." Vaaridhana said, as they got into the elevator. Gregg leaned over and pushed a button.
"Hmm, that's a most interesting way of putting it." he said, pondering their reasoning for calling their country socialist-communist. The elevator arrived at the third floor and they exited and made a right towards the front of the building. They were on the left side of the building, and straight ahead could see the balcony overlooking the lobby below, and could see through the massive glass window looking out over Embassy Court; a glass window that was essentially the wall spanning the entire width of the lobby front the second floor up.

They past three officers before arriving, to his office on their left. "Here we are, come in!" he said, opening the wooden door for them.

"Yes," replied Amelia. "I'm afraid we don't know very much about the country, as we only had a very short time to prepare." Her husband nodded in agreement. "Quite so. We were very eager to get out into the world. It's one of the reasons I trained as an Ambassador."
"Well, I'm glad you're here." she said as the elevator reached floor three. Exiting the elevator they turned left towards the back of the building. His office was only a couple doors down to their left. "Here you are." she said, arriving at the office, door propped open.

Ambassador William Johnson was sitting at his desk, situated about fifteen feet back of the door in plain sight. He was in the middle of writing a letter when he heard them and looked up. "Hello there! You must be Ambassador Paul Brint and Amelia, I've been waiting for you!" he said, quickly standing up a straightened out his black suit, highlighted by tiny white pinstripes. "Thank you, Christina." he said as he hurried around the desk so he could greet them. "How is everything for you two?"

With a slight bow of the head, "It is nice to meet you. I am Henry Thompson, at your service. Would you like me to show you to your representative's office? I understand it is Ambassador Zac Princeton." he said. For what would seem to be a simple doorman, he surely knew more than anyone might expect coming in for the first time.

"That would be very gracious of you," Marcus answered, "Though, the kid's are a bit tired from the flight, would someone be able to show them to our residence first?"

"Yes, absolutely." Henry said. He looked inside and waved slightly for another to relieve him. As another man came to the door, this man much older, Henry left his post at the door. "I assume you wish to drive?" he asked. "It is about a half-mile away from here."

"I'll drive," one of the agents volunteered, heading back to the state BMW. The ambassador and his family followed as the other agent brought up the rear.

"Alright," Henry said, letting them get into the vehicle first.

After everyone was in the vehicle, he began to give directions. "It's pretty simple. The road to your left is Central Avenue. It runs from the main gate straight to the entrance of the Embassy Center. We'll want to go one block down, and then make a left. Your embassy will be on the right at the end of that block." he said.

"Alright," Henry said, letting them get into the vehicle first.

After everyone was in the vehicle, he began to give directions. "It's pretty simple. The road to your left is Central Avenue. It runs from the main gate straight to the entrance of the Embassy Center. We'll want to go one block down, and then make a left. Your embassy will be on the right at the end of that block." he said.

The driver nodded, shifting the car into gear and driving them quickly on the route provided, never asking for clarification on the directions. The car made it to the embassy without mishap, as expected from an agent of the FSO.

As the vehicle made its way down the block, the building began to emerge from behind a line of trees. The embassy was three floors and was made of a black stone and stucco siding. The lawn was vast with perfect green grass, unblemished by weeds.

The front of the building was not fully unlike the Embassy Center building, offer a massive window fascia in the middle third of the building for all three floors, surrounding a massive double-door made of a rare Spalted Tamarind wood. Large windows spotted the stone and stucco siding to the left and right of the glass entrance.

LED's lit up the driveway and replaced conventional light bulbs in the ceiling of the entrance overhang over the driveway, a waterfall offering up a beautiful and unique look from the overhang into the garden to the left of the driveway, to the right being the entrance of the building.

As the vehicle made its way down the block, the building began to emerge from behind a line of trees. The embassy was three floors and was made of a black stone and stucco siding. The lawn was vast with perfect green grass, unblemished by weeds.

The front of the building was not fully unlike the Embassy Center building, offer a massive window fascia in the middle third of the building for all three floors, surrounding a massive double-door made of a rare Spalted Tamarind wood. Large windows spotted the stone and stucco siding to the left and right of the glass entrance.

LED's lit up the driveway and replaced conventional light bulbs in the ceiling of the entrance overhang over the driveway, a waterfall offering up a beautiful and unique look from the overhang into the garden to the left of the driveway, to the right being the entrance of the building.

"I'll stay here," the other agent said as the children piled out, "Keep an eye on them...you can take care of the Ambassador," he told his partner.

"You two want to head back or go inside to relax for a bit?" Henry asked.

"You two want to head back or go inside to relax for a bit?" Henry asked.

The Ambassador turned to his wife, who gave an assuring nod before he answered.

"We'd like to continue on with the meeting," he said, "This is boring stuff for the kids, so we don't mind them staying here. Besides, Agent Marko is a capable bodyguard."

With a smile, Henry nodded, "Very good, then we shall head back." he said.

OOC: did you get my 2 forum PM's?

The driver had kept the car on idle, and as they got into the car, he turned it around and headed back to the Center.

ooc: just read them. yeah, i can admin it...i have this nation i use for conflicts, "Katangara." it's the name of a friend of mine who, unfortunately, is deleted and hasn't returned for a few years...anyway, i can use that as the 'staging area.'

OOC: alright, that's fine. And like I said, not by any means required, just curious... the time-warp restarting more so than the college one, but w/e. :)
IC:
"What questions do you two have while we are on our way back?" Henry asked. Looking out at the massive blocks, there was never more than four, and usually just one or two embassies on each block, depending on the size.

ooc: so, a restart in the old thread? i'll still give blackhelm a day or two...oh, and as for an update, do you mean, why we're attacking?

ic:

"There are so many questions," Crisana began, "It's hard to find one in particular to ask...the embassy building is such a fine one...are all embassies the same?"

OOC: maybe I gave you the wrong link, I'm suggesting we restart - including redoing the signup thread - the timewarp RP we had that took us to ancient Egypt...
IC:
"Yes, each is unique however." he answered as the vehicle pulled upto the Embassy Center building once again. "Well, ready to mean Ambassador Zac Princeton?"

"Very much so," Ambassador Redding said as the Agent opened the door for them.

ooc: oh, the time-warp rp...i thought u meant the imf rp...my bad. i don't even remember my char from that one...

OOC: Sorry for late reply lol; and bump for everyone.
IC:
As they headed up the few steps to the entrance, Henry opened the door to the Embassy Center. We're back. Just follow me. We'll need to go to floor four."

. . .

As they arrived at Ambassador Princeton's office, Henry stopped. "Here we go. Ambassador Princeton is a wonderful man, you're blessed to have him." he said, then knocking on the door. "Just a moment..." Ambassador Princeton said from within. A few seconds later, the door opened. "Ambassador Princeton, he--" Henry was cut off, "Henry, how many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me that. It's Zac. Z. A. C. Zac. Relax, boy!" he said with a laugh before noticing the couple, "Oh, Ambassador Redding and Chrisana I presume?" he said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador PRinceton," Redding replied as he extended his hand to shake. "And yes this is my wife, Chrisana."

"A great pleasure," Chrisana repeated, smiling blissfuly. "We're so glad to be opening up relations with your country."

Princeton gave a solid shake. "I'm very glad you two are here." he said. "Come in, come in." he said, pointing towards a couple large chairs. "Sit down and relax. Consider this your office away from your office." a smile reached across his face, "So, first time out here?"

"Yes, it is," Marcus replied. "I've been adjunct-ambassador to two other nations before, but this is the first time I have been given the full title," he chuckled.

"Well, it's quite a nice title to have, if I say so myself." Zac said with a laugh. "So, what is your story? I mean, tell me about you two. It's good to get to know eachother since we'll be working together til, hopefully, we retire." he said.

(OOC: sorry for short replies tonight, I'm a bit tired)

"Well," Marcus said as he took his wife's hand, "We met in college when I was getting my Poli-sci major."

"I was going for my BA in literature," Chrisana chimed in.

"So...I was failing English comp and needed a tutor..."

"And he was so cute, trying to muddle through those essays on...what was it? Britain?" she offered.

"Ehehe, yeah, during the Renaissance," Marcus said with a chuckle.

"And so," Chrisana added, "That's how we met."

ooc: i understand, so am i

"And I understand you have some children?" he asked, "They're here in ViZion with you I assume? Or was I misinformed?"

"Yes, they are," Marcus answered. "They've been along on each of my appointments, so they have a pretty good idea about other nations."

ooc: i forgot their names, so i'll make new ones-too lazy to look through old posts, lol

"That's great! Exposing your children to other nations, cultures, religions, and just lifestyles period is a great learning experience for them. That's the way I've rose my children, and they've great. How old are your little ones?" he asked.

A Private Boeing 747 arrives in for landing at Vitalita International Airport. Ambassador Leigh Harding stepped out of the private plane once it had taxied to the terminal. he was quickly escorted straight to a waiting armoured SUV, which he was driven to Richard Jasman's office to discuss relations between the two nations.

When the car arrived out the front of the embassy court, Leigh Harding was escorted to the office and informed the secretary that he was there for a diplomatic meeting relating to The Republic of Australiazia and The Constitutional Federal Republic of VIZion.

Secretary: "Richard Jasman will be with you in a moment".

OOC: Take it away i got no idea how to start ;p

OOC: no problem :) it's good that's you're making the effort, and honestly, your start is the smart way... soooo many people try to start wars... end up getting owned in about 2 posts... and many people stop playing because of that... heh... so you're starting off correctly... build up relations, get your nation rolling... then you can start gettin involved in wars.

This is the best way to build your nation and your RPing quality though. Any questions and most of us vets are more than willing to help ya out... we're all looking to make this RPing community better and better. One note, when RPing, don't do to much talking in the RP for the other person. ;) a little can be fine, but not to much.

Also take a look at this: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545309

IC:
Richard Jasman happened to be coming inside as Joanna was talking to Leigh Harding. Walking up to the man, "Hello, you must be Leigh!" he said, extending his right hand for a firm shake. "Welcome to ViZion! How was your trip in?" Richard inquired, then nodding towards some stairs.

Richard was a younger man, mid 30's with dark brown hair parted a quarter of the way up the left side of his hair. With some light freckles and a large nose, he wasn't considered the greatest looking guy in the world, however he exuded confidence and kindness with a great smile that offered a warm welcome and a reassuring feeling to anyone he had never met before.

While Leigh headed up the stairs with Richard, he clumsily missed a step and tripped up the stairs. His face grew red as a tomato and giggled at himself not knowing where to look, Richard couldn't help himself but to laugh both enjoying a friendly laugh with each other. Leigh was led into a board room and toke a seat and started to discuss the new issues of diplomacy between the nations.

Leigh clears his throat and begins, "Now i have been asked to discuss the issue of an alliance, due to Australiazian's small population and rather large land we are seeking a close friend and ally who is able to help us and stand by us for the long hall. While we are able to offer support both diplomatically, militarily and trade if required."

OOC: Sorry if it's a bit dodgy, i'll get there soon enuf.

OOC: you're better than many new players, don't worry about it. Though might want to let me RP some of the reactions ;) as well as taking you to where I was intending too lol
IC:
"Sorry about having to use this room, my office is currently being repainted. I figured neither of us wanted to be in there while they painted." Richard said with a slight snicker. "Now, yes, down to business. We are not in a position at this time, nor do we feel your nation is, where we should be expecting military support or supplies from you. Rather, we are looking at helping offer some training and technology to assist in building your nation up quicker.

"Given the fact you're nation is so spread out in population at this time, it is very, very important that your nation has beyond adequate defenses. A well trained militia will be a huge key to your nations ability to fight off any imperialist pigs. In addition, yes, absolutely having allies is key to being able to defend your nation, especially when you're not built up yet."

Richard grabbed a few pieces of paper and handed them to Leigh, "This is pretty much just saying that we would more definitely like to setup trade and work towards an alliance with your nation. Infact, depending on how well our nations begin working together, you will benefit much more at the beginning as we do like to invest alot into smaller nations." he said with a smile. "Now, first, were you wanting to get settled into your embassy, or were you wanting to get to immediately?"

OOC: I'll RP my diplomat's arrival when y'all finish up. Don't want to clutter your RP up.

OOC: it's fine, you can begin, there's no worries. It's not like there's 500 people trying to RP in here at once. ;)

OOC: I know my embassy's old news, but I kinda want to ease myself back into RPing after a hiatus. Cool?

IC: Airspace over ViZion

The jet cruised over the skies of ViZion, the kind reserved for Angenterian diplomats and their staff. It was a single modified private jet, with the symbol of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on the side. The jet itself wasn't anything special. Just a way of shipping diplomats back and fourth from the many places they are sent around the world.

Inside, Ambassador Regina Bentus sat silently, observing the landscape of ViZion slowly passing by. Even though they were traveling at high speeds, the landscape below always seemed to be move by as slowly as ever. A fresh graduate from the Imperial Academy, her Political Science degree was still fresh in her mind. She ran a hand through her short, brown hair and pondered what her first assignment would be like. Soon, the stamping of boots brought her out of that train of thought.

"Ambassador." The hard-faced Imperial Guardsman began "We're beginning our descent to Vitalità International Airport. We'll be on the ground within the hour."

"Thank you, Sergeant... Harris?" Regina said, smiling slightly. She took the liberty and time to try to remember the names of the thirty-five people that would be making up her staff and security detail.

"Actually, ma'am, it's Stone. Sergeant David Stone" The guardsman replied, his features softening a little. While she got his name wrong, he was thankful she was trying.

"Ahh, right." Regina nodded, regretting she tried. "Sorry." Oh well, there will be plenty of time to get to know these people later.

Stone simply nodded, and left in the manner he arrived.

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The private jet soon touched down in Vitalità International Airport, and Regina was escorted out with three others. The first person was Brad Sullivan, her to-be chief of staff, and two dark-suited members of the Diplomatic Core. Stepping into a waiting staff car, they pulled away from the airport.

OOC: no prob! :)
IC:
As their vehicle rolled to a stop at the main gate of Embassy Court, a well-dressed Presidential Guard stepped up to the drivers window. "Welcome. I will need to see some identification, please." he said.

The staff car rolled to a stop outside Embassy Court, and they were approached by dress-uniformed guard.

"Big place." Regina idly commented. Well, that was to be expected. The place was, of course, probably the center for ViZion foreign relations, and attended to dozens of nations from around the world.


"Welcome. I will need to see some identification, please."

"Of course." Regina said, producing her identification card. "Regina Bentus, the Angenterian ambassador." She handed the ID to the guard. "This is Brad Sullivan, my chief of staff." Brad was quick to follow suit, producing his ID and showing it to the guard.

The guard looked at the two ID's and at the two people in the vehicle before using a scanner on them. The small scanner - about the size of a small cell phone - beeped twice after each swipe. He handed the ID's back.

"Welcome to Vitalita, Ms. Bentus and Mr. Sullivan. If you follow this path straight for eight miles, you'll come to the Embass Central building. Harry Smith, the Ambassador assigned to you, will be there to meet with you." he said, stepping away from the vehicle and giving them a nod. The gold-finished gate slowly swung open to allow them passage into Embassy Court.

OOC: you're better than many new players, don't worry about it. Though might want to let me RP some of the reactions ;) as well as taking you to where I was intending too lol
IC:
"Sorry about having to use this room, my office is currently being repainted. I figured neither of us wanted to be in there while they painted." Richard said with a slight snicker. "Now, yes, down to business. We are not in a position at this time, nor do we feel your nation is, where we should be expecting military support or supplies from you. Rather, we are looking at helping offer some training and technology to assist in building your nation up quicker.

"Given the fact you're nation is so spread out in population at this time, it is very, very important that your nation has beyond adequate defenses. A well trained militia will be a huge key to your nations ability to fight off any imperialist pigs. In addition, yes, absolutely having allies is key to being able to defend your nation, especially when you're not built up yet."

Richard grabbed a few pieces of paper and handed them to Leigh, "This is pretty much just saying that we would more definitely like to setup trade and work towards an alliance with your nation. Infact, depending on how well our nations begin working together, you will benefit much more at the beginning as we do like to invest alot into smaller nations." he said with a smile. "Now, first, were you wanting to get settled into your embassy, or were you wanting to get to immediately?"

"I'm extremely pleased as to what I've so far heard and would love to hear more, however it's getting a little late and i am tired flight so i think going to see my new work place and accommodation would be wise". Leigh got up and headed towards the door. OOC: you can see me off.

"Thank you." Regina Bentus replied swiftly, taking the ID's and nodding to the guard as the large golden gates swung open. Their staff car moved forward at a leisurely speed as they traveled down their allotted path.

"Eight miles?" Sullivan commented once they were out of earshot of the gate guards. "Isn't that a bit...big?"

"I agree, the place is rather large." Regina replied, her gaze fixed on the window. "They're probably just putting on a show. You know, leave us in shock and awe of their power and riches." She turned her head to look at Sullivan "The Foreign Affairs HQ back home isn't that much different, you know." That much was true, at any rate. Most nations tended to paint as much of an imposing picture as they possibly could, and ViZion was no exception.

"I guess so..." Brad replied, folding his arms. "But still..."

He never really was able to finish that sentence, as their car soon pulled to a stop.

Alicia Moratto emerges from the car that had transported her to Embassy Court, slightly woozy from motion sickness. She walks around outside for some time, getting her bearings, before entering the building.

"I'm extremely pleased as to what I've so far heard and would love to hear more, however it's getting a little late and i am tired flight so i think going to see my new work place and accommodation would be wise". Leigh got up and headed towards the door. OOC: you can see me off.
OOC: I figured. And you'll see how these RP's roll over time. There's time you can had a bit of RP for the other person, and times when ya don't. ;)
IC:
"I'm sure you're a bit tired. Is this your first time in ViZion?" Richard asked as he stood up and began to walk with Leigh to the closed door. "Did you need us to show you where your Embassy is, or would you just like to know the location?"

"Thank you." Regina Bentus replied swiftly, taking the ID's and nodding to the guard as the large golden gates swung open. Their staff car moved forward at a leisurely speed as they traveled down their allotted path.

"Eight miles?" Sullivan commented once they were out of earshot of the gate guards. "Isn't that a bit...big?"

"I agree, the place is rather large." Regina replied, her gaze fixed on the window. "They're probably just putting on a show. You know, leave us in shock and awe of their power and riches." She turned her head to look at Sullivan "The Foreign Affairs HQ back home isn't that much different, you know." That much was true, at any rate. Most nations tended to paint as much of an imposing picture as they possibly could, and ViZion was no exception.

"I guess so..." Brad replied, folding his arms. "But still..."

He never really was able to finish that sentence, as their car soon pulled to a stop.
A man dressed in a white tuxedo and white-tipped shoes donning a white cap walked up to the car and opened the doors. Welcome, Ambassador Bentus and Mr. Sillivan. Ambassador Harry Smith will be coming out in just a moment to meet you. How was your trip in?" the young man, mid 20's with dark brown hair and a deep tan, inquired.

Harry Smith then walked out of the massive wooden doors and down the steps. "Ambassador, Chief of Staff, it is nice to welcome you to ViZion and the Embassy Court! I am Harry Smith. How was the trip in?" asked the man, who was in his mid 50's with gray hair - what was left of it - and facial features that made him look quite a bit older. He was built like a Marine, having been one.

Alicia Moratto emerges from the car that had transported her to Embassy Court, slightly woozy from motion sickness. She walks around outside for some time, getting her bearings, before entering the building.
"Welcome, ma'am. Alicia Moratto, correct?" asked one of the two doormen, white tuxedo, white tipped shoes, and white cap draped over the man's stout build, a man in his 40's with a warm, welcoming smile and voice. He opened one of the massive wooden doors for her.

"Yes," she smiles thinly, with a small nod as she steps inside.

As Alicia walked in, the grand lobby, backset by a large fireplace, was revealed. A young woman at the desk ahead of her sat there doing some paperwork, and looking up when she heard someone walking in.

"Welcome, how may I be of service?" she asked politely when Alicia got to the desk.

OOC: I figured. And you'll see how these RP's roll over time. There's time you can had a bit of RP for the other person, and times when ya don't. ;)
IC:
"I'm sure you're a bit tired. Is this your first time in ViZion?" Richard asked as he stood up and began to walk with Leigh to the closed door. "Did you need us to show you where your Embassy is, or would you just like to know the location?"

"It is my first time in ViZon and i'm absolutely stunned by how wonderful this nation is, i hope i will be here for a long time yet". He said overlooking the the city from the embassy court yard. "If your not busy would you be willing showing me my new embassy? I would be greatly appreciative as i'm new to your country and a feeling a little lost at this stage. Maybe we can discuss our our plans for our Trade and alliances over lunch tomorrow?"

As Alicia walked in, the grand lobby, backset by a large fireplace, was revealed. A young woman at the desk ahead of her sat there doing some paperwork, and looking up when she heard someone walking in.

"Welcome, how may I be of service?" she asked politely when Alicia got to the desk.
"Er, I'd like to go to my office, I suppose. My name's Alicia Moratto; I'm the ambassador from Zwangzug."

(Australiazia)

"Why, absolutely, Leigh." Richard said, laughing at the 'lost' comment. "You'll get used to it, and surely we will be working together here for some time. Come, follow me to my vehicle." he said as they made their way out of the room and to the right.

A couple doors down on the right, "This is my office. In a couple days this is where we'll I'll be back at." he said, brushing his hand over the chrome "312" numerals on the door.

Downstairs in the basement garage, they stepped into the Ando-Trephin Aurora, a sleek looking full-size luxury sport sedan and began to drive out of the garage. "Now, if you have a vehicle within the Embassy Court walls, note that there is a speed limit of 10 miles per hour." he said as they began to drive over the cobblestone road. "Chances are you'll want to drive lower than that to preserve your suspension though on these roads in here - the cars take a beating when they spend alot of time on this stuff."

They drove forward on Central Avenue, the road running from the main gate to the front of the Embassy Center building. Four block - one and a half miles - down the road they made a left on Fredrickson Row, a park on their right. At the end of the block on their left was a driveway leading to a four-story, spiraling cylindrical-shaped building made of stucco and of a dark red color with an ever so slight orange hue to it.

The driveway was straight for an eight of a mile before forming a circle around a waterfall piece. Richard pulled up to the covered embassy door. "Alright, here we are." he said, exiting the vehicle. The embassy was quite large, each floor being 3,000 square feet.

(Zwangzug)

"Oh, yes, Ambassador Alicia Moratto. I will let Ambassador Harry Tent know you're here. He's been looking forward to meeting you. And he can take you to your embassy building." said the young receptionist.

She quickly notified Ambassador Tent over her tiny headset, which was little more than an earring-sized ear bud and microphone in one.

A couple moments later, Harry Tent walked up to the desk. "Ambassador Moratto! How great to meet you finally!" he exclaimed, giving her a bear hug. "How was your flight!"

Alicia was startled at first by her host's...enthusiastic...greeting, but quickly regrouped with a warm handshake. "It's a pleasure, I'm glad to be here. The flight was very smooth, and the airport was quite impressive."

Zwangzug

"Ahh, yes, the airport... it's quite something, isn't it? I mean, heck, having nearly 1.5 billion people traveling through it daily... it's better be impressive!" he said with a laugh.

Harry was, by all means, not much to look at. Five feet tall, a bit extra weight, and gray balding hair with thick glasses, he looked more like a professor in his gray suit with tan patched on the elbows than he did a dignified ambassador. But this sixty year old was quite belying of his looks - both in his friendliness as Alicia just found out and in his ability to get the job done better than most.

"Here, come, come... how'd you like to get some coffee? We've got this great little cafe in here. You hungry too? Surely you are, yes? International travel can make the best of us hungry." he said, finding himself rather funny and laughing at his 'joke' quite heartily. He began making his way quickly with a slight wobble in his walk towards the back side of the embassy. After a few steps he paused, looked back, and waved quickly for her to follow before continuing his speed walk.

"What would you like to eat? And did you want some coffee or something more fitting of such a wonderful lady as yourself?"

"Coffee would be wonderful, thank you. As far as food goes..." she sighs. "Something substantial, please. No fast food."

Alicia is somewhat thin and of moderate height, unremarkable in appearance with the possible exception of her hair. Dark and wavy, it at times seems out of place, although it is wholly natural. Quickening her stride, she follows Tent through the building.

Harry Tent led her down a hallway off to the right that curved off to the left where an open area offered up plush seats and thick wooden tables. "Fast food? No, no... this is much better than that." he said with a grin before leading her to a counter to the left.

"Hello Mr. Dent. This much be Ambassador Alicia Moratto. What can I get you two today?" asked a young lady at the counter. "What would you like? They can whip most anything up for you here." he said, turning to Alicia.

"You know," she smiles genuinely, "what I would really appreciate is a steak--if that's possible?"

"Absolutely! What cut would you like? And how would you liked it cooked?" asked the lady at the counter. After that order was all done, Harry requested something quite a bit more simple, "A couple bacon cheese burger with the thick-cut fries and a large chocolate shake please." he said.

She handed Harry a 3"x3" card with the number "4". "Where did you want to sit?" he asked. "I'll follow you."

"Over by a window." Alicia leads the way to an elevated booth with the shades open.

As the two take a seat in the booth by the window, Harry Tent put the card on the table. It wasn't as if it was really needed given they were the only ones there at the moment.

"So, tell me... what's life like back in Zwangzug?" Harry asked as they settled down in the seats.

"Do you know," she smiles pensively, "it's going pretty well. The WA finally reclassified us, took them long enough, but things are fairly quiet. Which is fine."

(Australiazia)

"Why, absolutely, Leigh." Richard said, laughing at the 'lost' comment. "You'll get used to it, and surely we will be working together here for some time. Come, follow me to my vehicle." he said as they made their way out of the room and to the right.

A couple doors down on the right, "This is my office. In a couple days this is where we'll I'll be back at." he said, brushing his hand over the chrome "312" numerals on the door.

Downstairs in the basement garage, they stepped into the Ando-Trephin Aurora, a sleek looking full-size luxury sport sedan and began to drive out of the garage. "Now, if you have a vehicle within the Embassy Court walls, note that there is a speed limit of 10 miles per hour." he said as they began to drive over the cobblestone road. "Chances are you'll want to drive lower than that to preserve your suspension though on these roads in here - the cars take a beating when they spend alot of time on this stuff."

They drove forward on Central Avenue, the road running from the main gate to the front of the Embassy Center building. Four block - one and a half miles - down the road they made a left on Fredrickson Row, a park on their right. At the end of the block on their left was a driveway leading to a four-story, spiraling cylindrical-shaped building made of stucco and of a dark red color with an ever so slight orange hue to it.

The driveway was straight for an eight of a mile before forming a circle around a waterfall piece. Richard pulled up to the covered embassy door. "Alright, here we are." he said, exiting the vehicle. The embassy was quite large, each floor being 3,000 square feet.

Leigh got out of the car (a little sick after a slow bumpy ride) and looked at the building. "Is this what everyone gets or am i just lucky he said as he walked into the embassy, with a huge grin. "Can you help find my room i need to get some rest, a different time zone is a little tiring". OOC: find my room, then we RP the next day. =)

(Australiazia)

"Every embassy has a different design, so yours is unique to the area." Richard said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll be pleased with this. And yes, I can show you to your room. Tomorrow you can explore and we can meet when you're settled in."

With that, Richard walked up to the door. "Alright, there's plenty of security features." he said, pulling out a small aluminum piece that looks similar to a small bluetooth ear piece. "This little guy is what you'll likely use most of the time. It's essentially your key. It'll read your prints every time you hold it, it'll sense your body heat, and so forth." a small blue light at the head of the aluminum key was put against a small black pad off to the right of the door. A second later, the pad began to glow a light blue and the sound of the locks unlocking could he heard softly.

"And, you're in." Richard said, turning towards Leigh with a smile. "Let me show you to your room so you can get some sleep." he said. As Richard walked in, a voice began to speak. "Welcome, Ambassador Richard Jasman." Richard replied "Handing key over to Ambassador Leigh Harding."

Richard turned to Leigh again, "Leigh, just roll this around in both of your hands. It'll be able to read your hand prints." he said, handing it over to Leigh.

A man dressed in a white tuxedo and white-tipped shoes donning a white cap walked up to the car and opened the doors. Welcome, Ambassador Bentus and Mr. Sullivan. Ambassador Harry Smith will be coming out in just a moment to meet you. How was your trip in?" the young man, mid 20's with dark brown hair and a deep tan, inquired.

Harry Smith then walked out of the massive wooden doors and down the steps. "Ambassador, Chief of Staff, it is nice to welcome you to ViZion and the Embassy Court! I am Harry Smith. How was the trip in?" asked the man, who was in his mid 50's with gray hair - what was left of it - and facial features that made him look quite a bit older. He was built like a Marine, having been one.

"Fine, thank you." Regina said, smiling politely as she stepped out of the car and moved to the side, allowing Sullivan and the two Diplomatic Corp bodyguards to step outside as well. Looking up toward the steps, she noticed a balding, older man descend the steps, making a beeline straight toward them.

"Ambassador, Chief of Staff, it is nice to welcome you to ViZion and the Embassy Court! I am Harry Smith. How was the trip in?"

"Good, thank you." Regina said, her and extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith."

Brad Sullivan extended his hand as well. "Are you the one they assigned to us?"

Zwangzug

"The World Assembly is really quite worthless. It's a name that cannot backup anything it says or requires. It does nothing to those that decide to go against its resolutions, yet it still tries to take away your nations sovereignty in those resolutions." Harry said. "But anyway, continue... what is life like back in Zwangzug for the common person?"

Angenteria

Harry accepted both hands. "Please, call me Harry." he said with a smile. Responding to Brad Sullivan, "Yes, I will be working with you two. And since we will be working with each other, I hope you two don't mind if we forgo the formality of last-name basis. Would you two like to step inside for a moment, or would you prefer I show you to your embassy first?"

(Australiazia)

"Every embassy has a different design, so yours is unique to the area." Richard said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll be pleased with this. And yes, I can show you to your room. Tomorrow you can explore and we can meet when you're settled in."

With that, Richard walked up to the door. "Alright, there's plenty of security features." he said, pulling out a small aluminum piece that looks similar to a small bluetooth ear piece. "This little guy is what you'll likely use most of the time. It's essentially your key. It'll read your prints every time you hold it, it'll sense your body heat, and so forth." a small blue light at the head of the aluminum key was put against a small black pad off to the right of the door. A second later, the pad began to glow a light blue and the sound of the locks unlocking could he heard softly.

"And, you're in." Richard said, turning towards Leigh with a smile. "Let me show you to your room so you can get some sleep." he said. As Richard walked in, a voice began to speak. "Welcome, Ambassador Richard Jasman." Richard replied "Handing key over to Ambassador Leigh Harding."

Richard turned to Leigh again, "Leigh, just roll this around in both of your hands. It'll be able to read your hand prints." he said, handing it over to Leigh.

Leigh had a huge ear to ear, "does it make coffee?" he said feeling the power in his hand. "We'll my life got easier, i don't know about yours. Thank you for showing me Richard, I'll see you nice and early tomorrow". He said walking Richard back to his car waving him off.

"You can come to the Embassy Center anytime if no one in your embassy feels like making coffee, and we'll have some at one of our cafes." Richard said with a smile as he walked out to his car. "Just give me a call or drop by anytime you want to talk." he said before hoping into his car and began to drive back.

OOC: Tired so sorry for crappy reply, goin to bed

Zwangzug

"The World Assembly is really quite worthless. It's a name that cannot backup anything it says or requires. It does nothing to those that decide to go against its resolutions, yet it still tries to take away your nations sovereignty in those resolutions." Harry said. "But anyway, continue... what is life like back in Zwangzug for the common person?""As far as I know, it's going pretty well," she says. "It's hard at first to understand what anyone else would find unfamiliar, though I suppose that'll change soon! The average citizen is comfortable enough...probably an apartment somewhere, a steady job, a fair enough standard of living. The market's freer than it looks from the outside, I've heard, at least for things that don't really matter!" Alicia laughs in a "what-can-you-do" way.

"You can come to the Embassy Center anytime if no one in your embassy feels like making coffee, and we'll have some at one of our cafes." Richard said with a smile as he walked out to his car. "Just give me a call or drop by anytime you want to talk." he said before hoping into his car and began to drive back.

OOC: Tired so sorry for crappy reply, goin to bed

OOC: No problem mate, doesn't bother me.
IC:
The next morning Leigh woke up and walked around the embassy. It felt strange waking up in another Nation, with no other embassy staff awake he got straight on the phone. *ring ring* "Hello Richard it's Leigh, hope i didn't wake you. I was wondering if you would to join me down the street for a coffee, and possibly talk a little about our deal?"

Zwangzug

"I understand... you'll see what things are like here in ViZion. I'd say our people are quite... well off. Quite comfortable, possibly spoiled." Harry said with a chuckle.

Australiazia

Richard answered the phone. "No, no, you didn't wake me. Absolutely we can meet for some coffee and talk. That's what I'm here for." he said joyfully. "When would you like to meet?

Australiazia

IC: Richard answered the phone. "No, no, you didn't wake me. Absolutely we can meet for some coffee and talk. That's what I'm here for." he said joyfully. "When would you like to meet?

Well, i hope i wouldn't be inconveniencing you by saying 1PM(11AM atm)? Just give me the name of a good restaurant and I'll happily meet you there. I can't wait to get some local cuisine.

OOC: Been a little busy mate?

"I understand... you'll see what things are like here in ViZion. I'd say our people are quite... well off. Quite comfortable, possibly spoiled." Harry said with a chuckle.Alicia laughed in kind. "I suppose you're more familiar with this than I am--are you aware of anything else I should know?"

OOC: Ya, sorry, busy in RL... job + my own company + trying to have a life lol

Australiazia

"One o'clock works for me!" Richard said. "Let's see... what kind of food were you thinking? We've got quite a diverse offering of food around here given the cultural melting pot of ViZion. Seafood maybe?"

Zwangzug

"Oh, there's plenty. But that's something you'll learn over time. After all, that's what you're here for, and why your country is active... heck, even I learn stuff all the time." Harry said.

Australiazia

"One o'clock works for me!" Richard said. "Let's see... what kind of food were you thinking? We've got quite a diverse offering of food around here given the cultural melting pot of ViZion. Seafood maybe?"

"I'm ganna have to agree with you on the seafood" Leigh said, it was his favourite food and now he had a new diverse choice of food to choose from. "Tell me the restaruant you've got in mind and I'll meet you there at 1".

"Oh, there's plenty. But that's something you'll learn over time. After all, that's what you're here for, and why your country is active... heck, even I learn stuff all the time." Harry said.Alicia smiled. "That's good. I'm looking forward to it."