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The Paradise Beach Club House is a quaint little shack nestled in the outskirts of the Bamba forest, the club house looks out onto rolling beaches and beautiful seas.

The club house is open from June-September and the beach holds Feninia's national volleyball competition.

The owner is Katja Banquet, she is a well known entrepreneur who is retiring at the grand age of 26, she has made enough money to live off of the club house for years to come.

However the place needs a vamp and some active regulars

guess not :(

Give it some time, and explain what you want to happen for those of us who don't know what the Paradise Beach Club is.

The Paradise Beach Club was just a general hang out for everyone, weird, wacky or normal characters, no politics and stuff....almost like a soap opera, with the Beach Club House being the central meeting place. :):)

Ah, well as I said, just give it awhile.

Thanks for the advice :):):fluffle:

I'd be interested. Add some more details to your opening post, as it'll attract more players.

The Paradise Beach Club House is a quaint little shack nestled in the outskirts of the Bamba forest, the club house looks out onto rolling beaches and beautiful seas.

The club house is open from June-September and the beach holds Feninia's national volleyball competition.

The owner is Katja Banquet, she is a well known entrepreneur who is retiring at the grand age of 26, she has made enough money to live off of the club house for years to come.

However the place needs a vamp and some active regulars

So I take it this is a modern time theme and it's a place for nations to send diplomats, leaders, and/or other important peoples to just, essentially, hang out and party?

OOC- can i RP anyone from my nation here? Even if they have no reason to be at a beach house, or are engaged elsewhere?

OOC: you can do whatever you like, you can send ordinary citizens, or diplomats/royalty who are just in need of a break :) all in all its just for a good time

Yeah its modern day theme, no weapons or 'god-modding' though,

IC:
Katja came in and opened the place up, it was a scorcher outside she wore her dungeree-shorts, she mopped up and opened to doors to air the place out.
'its been too long' she sighed with a smile on her face.

Commander Dragonborn, head of Greywatch's Dragon's Ridge airbase finally decided it was time for a break. Who could blame him seeing as the last few months had been so hectic, he packed his bags and headed out to a beach house he'd heard about. He was to arrive there by plane in only a few hours time. He brought a laptop with a wireless connection, just in case there was anything he had to handle back at home.

Mr. James wondered into the Paradise Beach Club House, he really didn't remember much from the night before, or how he got to where he woke up, but that was normal for a Tuesday night. He pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket, sat at a table in the corner, and started playing solitaire. Hopefully some more people would come, and he could get a poker game going...

Katja saw the two men.
'hello! glad to see some people here afterall - the names Katja' she said smiling, her cheeks were golden and freckled from years of sun drenching.

Dragonborn waved back but didn't say anything, he still had to loosen up from years of being in the military. He wore camo shorts and a sleeveless white shirt. He had a bag on his back as well as a dufle bag in one hand, a suitcase in the other. Finally he decided to say something, "Hey, yeah... you have anywhere I could drop this stuff?"

OOC: Gonna be gone for about an hour, I'll post more later.

Katja saw the two men.
'hello! glad to see some people here afterall - the names Katja' she said smiling, her cheeks were golden and freckled from years of sun drenching.

"Thank you, so does this place serve Alcohol? It's 5 o'clock somewhere, right?" Mr. James said.

'Sure we have a locker room and outside there are some beach huts that you can rent, but its up to you' she said, she handed him a key with a wink and let him go.

'hunny, we serve alcohol for most of the day' she said smiling softly.

Katja also hoped she would meet a potential partner, she had the same ambition every year and it never happened.

Mr. James, having gotten board with his card game, got up, and walked over to the counter. "Nice place you have here," he said. "So, what do you serve?"

At that moment a man in a suit stagered in, half drunk allready and clutching a half empty bottle of scotch. He looked the worst for the weather, and his suit was clearly ruined. Looking around him he asked "Where the hell am I?"

OOC: Harry Langley was the first prime minister of Zinaire. Nowadays, he's 71 and the kind of harmless bigot that old people seem prone to becoming. Here's the wiki page on him: Wikistates (http://wikistates.outwardhosting.com/wiki/Harry_Langley)

Harry Langley wanted to get out of Zinaire. He didn't like the way things had been going since he left office– too "integrated" he said. Not to mention the ban on public smoking which left him with a very short list of places that he could spend more than a couple minutes.

Harry had heard about a little beach house that was popular among B-list political types. He figured he'd earned a vacation although he wasn't quite sure how. Harry packed just the base necessities: three cartons of cigarettes, a dozen cigars, his pipe and tobacco, a selection of fedoras and two large bottles of whiskey because "these [HOMOPHOBIC REMARK] beach places never have enough booze."

The ex-PM boarded his seaplane (an antique that Harry keeps at the Belle-Côte (the beach town he has retired to) harbor. Although he wouldn't admit it, he pretends to be Indiana Jones while aboard) and set off for Feninia.

Harry's plane landed picturesquely in the water before the beach house. It taxied to the shore and Harry disembarked, shaking his fist at the pilot for getting him wet.

He made his way to the beach house and set his suitcase down on the counter. He pointed at Katja and called her over.

"You. You in charge? I want a room with no [RACIAL SLUR]s and an ocean view. Got one?"

As he was talking, Harry fished around in his bag and found his pipe and tobacco. Clenching it between his teeth as he finished talking, he lit it about began to smoke.

At that moment a man in a suit stagered in, half drunk allready and clutching a half empty bottle of scotch. He looked the worst for the weather, and his suit was clearly ruined. Looking around him he asked "Where the hell am I?"

Mr. James, seeing what appeared to be a fellow business man, said, "You look like you could use a drink, why don't you come over here, and," he paused looking around. He reached over the counter, and grabbed a glass, "have some of this," he continued, taking a thermos out of his suit. "A little of Jimmy's Magic Juice, cure that hangover right away, and you can get back to drinking," he finished, as he poured a cloudy, orange-ish red liquid into one of the glasses.

Katja smiled.
'I certainly have a room, the best one of the lot sir' she threw him a key and went to tend to the other customers.

Mr. James, having gotten board with his card game, got up, and walked over to the counter. "Nice place you have here," he said. "So, what do you serve?"

she turned to Mr James.
'anything you want' she asked polishing the glasses.

Harry grumbled something about the state of hospitality today and went off to find his room.

He finally found the right beach hut and opened the door. He threw his bag onto the bed and opened it up. He took a pack of cigarettes and a cigar and put them in his breast pocket. Then he poured some whiskey into a flask and put it into his pants pocket. He zipped his bag back up and returned to the main house.

Harry flung open the houses door, silhouetting himself, fedora and all, against the tropical sun.

"Now what the [EXPLETIVE] is there to do around here?" He yelled to the room in general.

she turned to Mr James.
'anything you want' she asked polishing the glasses.

"It's a nice place you got here," he said. "I borrowed one of your glasses," he said indicating the glass in his hand. "You were busy, and this guy over here," he pointed to the guy who was clearly drunk, and about to fall down, "needs some of Jimmy's Magic Juice, otherwise he'll be felling real bad in the morning."

Harry grumbled something about the state of hospitality today and went off to find his room.

He finally found the right beach hut and opened the door. He threw his bag onto the bed and opened it up. He took a pack of cigarettes and a cigar and put them in his breast pocket. Then he poured some whiskey into a flask and put it into his pants pocket. He zipped his bag back up and returned to the main house.

Harry flung open the houses door, silhouetting himself, fedora and all, against the tropical sun.

"Now what the [EXPLETIVE] is there to do around here?" He yelled to the room in general.

Mr. James turned to address the man who had just returned, "You up for a hand of poker?"

she smiled at Mr James.
'its ok sweetie' she said,
'yes...please help him' she giggled softly, it was a sexy bubbly giggle.

Mr. James, seeing what appeared to be a fellow business man, said, "You look like you could use a drink, why don't you come over here, and," he paused looking around. He reached over the counter, and grabbed a glass, "have some of this," he continued, taking a thermos out of his suit. "A little of Jimmy's Magic Juice, cure that hangover right away, and you can get back to drinking," he finished, as he poured a cloudy, orange-ish red liquid into one of the glasses.


"Thanks mate" said Hernan Drax taking the drink down in one, before taking a swig from the bottle. "What day is it?"

"Thanks mate" said Hernan Drax taking the drink down in one, before taking a swig from the bottle. "What day is it?"

"I'm fairly sure it's Wednesday, unless I blacked for longer than I though," replied Mr. James. "What are you drinking there?"

Armin Karasov smiled as he walked into the beach house in the hopes of having a long and pleasurable break from the affairs of business as he had been tired of the same old routine of managing specific branches of his family's soda company. Sure, he thought, it was good to help out but even goodheartd people need breaks. As he walked through the halls of the beach house, he noticed the other visitors and made a mental note to talk to them all. When his eyes fell upon Katja, it was as if he had found a rare jewel. He immediately felt attracted to her and, being the suave man he was, cooked up a diverse array of ideas on how to court her. Armin walked to Katja and greeted her calmly. "Greetings. My name is Armin Karasov and I am happy to meet you. Would you mind a chat and a couple of drinks?"

Armin smiled; he could only help that Katja would be receptive.

"Finest Scotch in the world. I own the damn brewery that makes the stuff. You sure it's wednesday? That means I only got of work three days ago, and it seems longer."

Julius Mundus stepped out of his VTOL and onto the sandy beach near the resort. Another clone of the emperor, Julius was placed in charge of a large public works division, a stressful job that warranted a little R&R in an exotic location, at least in the mind of a Mundus.

He stepped through the front door, his handsome face touched with sweat, the comfortable tropical climate being a bit too warm for the man from northern Belkaros. Looking around, he saw a strange cast of characters; a military man, a buisnesman, an old crank, a few drunks and a beautiful native. He approached the native and the buisnesman, hoping to strike up a conversation and find a room for himself, and a drink if he was lucky.

Dragonborn found his room and dropped his stuff there, he didn't bother to change, what he had on would be good enough. He straightened up his messy brown hair and walked back to where everyone else was. Strange cast of characters, but hell, he'd worked with the Council of Dragons back home and that was a sure was of getting someone used to strange groups of people. The VTOL craft was a bit of a suprise, he didn't intend on seeing anyone use one of those, kicking up sand everywhere, making a fancy entrance... it wasn't his thing. He took a seat amd looked around, "Nice place you got here." He said to Katja. He then looked to Julius, "Sup."

Julius turned to Dragonborn, extending his hand in greeting, "Not too much. Just trying to get a little rest and relaxation. What about yourself?"

Dragonborn shook the hand, "The same. Commander Dragonborn of the Greywatch Dragon's Ridge airforce." He said standing up. "Looking for a break from all the military hecticness."

"I know what that can be like. I direct a public works division, a psudo-military unit charged with maintaining civilian facilities." said Mundus. "Where can a guy get something cold to drink around here?"

"The bar I suppose, Katja, our lovely host, is serving drinks over there." He pointed to her. "So I suppose you just ask her if ya want anything."

A man in a tacky Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and flip-flops fell through the doorway suddenly. His briefcase opened, spilling its entire contents all over the floor, including clothing, a few white envelopes, and stationary. He picked himself up slowly, brushed himself off, then looked up to the others. "Uh, could somebody give me a hand with this?"

Dragonborn looked over, "Yeah, no problem." He got up and began picking up some of the contents, he neatly folded the clothes out of instict and put the envelopes in a separate pile.

The man stood there for a moment. "Yeah... thanks." Suddenly it was like he remembered where he was, and he knelt down and began putting the clothes away. "So, might I ask your name?" He paused for a moment. "Oh wait, but first, my name is Lars. Lars Orfen. So... did I already ask your name?" He appeared somewhat dazed and confused as he stared off into the distance. "Oh, right, the clothes!" He resumed picking up his belongings next to Dragonborn.

"Commander Dragonborn of the Greywatch airforce." Dragonborn said standing up, "Here on a vacation. Needed to get away from it all, know what I mean?"

Lars stood up. "Hmm? Oh yes, it is nice to meet you. You seem to be a very prominent figure in your country, yes? Anyway, I know exactly what you mean. I've been very busy, especially as of late. I'm very afraid of all the work that is piling up back at my, well, office. You see... my boss forced me to go on a vacation, or I'd be fired. He thinks I'm losing it, working all the time, but the place will fall apart without me! But ah well, nothing to do but try to get some rest." He looked around. "Anyway, I suppose I should find myself a room firstly, before I lose my luggage again!" He chuckled at his joke.

OOC: I forgot a physical description. He is about in his early thirties, but has thick gray hair. He is not very muscular, but lean and not weak, either. He isn't fat or skinny, but more on the skinny side if either. He has a very light tan, probably just gotten on the way to the cabin.

Dragonborn smiled, "You look like the busy time. Luckily, I don't have to deal with a lot of paperwork since my nation tries not to get involved in a lot of wars." He then pointed to Katja, "Talk to her if you need a room or a drink." He ran his hand through his thick brown hair. One more character to the group, odd though, no other women seemed to be here...

He nodded. "Ok then, thank you." He walked over to Katja. She seemed like a nice woman. "Excuse me, but I'm here for my room. Um, I called ahead, I think... My name is Lars Orfen. Uhh... and could I have a beverage to take with me there? Non-alcoholic, please."

There was the faint noise of a rotor turning in its continuous motion, a relaxing touch of a luxury seat massaging the back, the scent of the sea calming an anxiety which seemed to last for eons. To look at the sky was another of the many sensations that touched the depths of the soul, pleasured by the fleeting flavor of a pineapple which refreshed the soft silk of the mouth. An scratch of the right eye was the only interruption to the already relaxing arrival, with the immediate, involuntary observation of the pale white, delicate hands of the self, and all seemed incredibly heavenly in the intermingling of all such pleasant sensations.

Nonetheless, the bliss of ignorance was absent, and the sound of the rotor seemed to attempt to push all away from the moment, dragging a mind to faint, poorly defined images, equally tropical and hovering through the skies, but where the comfortable sense of the seat was replaced with the burden of a heavy weight that was felt as clearly as before, and vision itself was restrained by the limits of two lenses of a gas mask, a vision which contained on its farthest corners, the unforgettable specter of a large cylinder attached to a weapon, and it was not long before the swooping helices of the copter would be substituted by a singular shout of hatred and disgust that echoed as a visage of rejection and an unbearable shame. "Assassin!", a cry at such vibrating intensity that it could be swore that they eyes could see it written in blood in the distances of the horizon and limits of vision, or perhaps a fruit of a synesthesia borne of the intensity of the memory. The assault became fickle when a male voice rasped through the swooshing noise of the chopper, announcing something that would be expected:

"We are almost arriving! Have a nice vacation!"

Present again swept the past senses all way through the depths of the consciousness, and a slight push, like if the seats were moving, was sensed, while the horizon seemed more immobile than before, except when certain points of reference, a chain of mountains far away amidst the jungle to the depths beyond the expected shore, seemed to raise beyond what the windows of the flighting vehicle would let be seen. Turning the head to the right and looking down, a distant, rustic-styled set of buildings with several comforts was spotted. A small storm of shifting sands emerged, watched from the window, and ahead the immensity of blue waters limited by waves that rocked with the sand. Twisting an arm, the tourist grabbed a single bag that was all the luggage to carry to such paradise, and the right hand, the door opened as the muscles could be felt making a tiny struggle, and with little pondering, the disembark was done, confirmed as the feeling of the sand hitting the soles of the feet became yet another of the several pleasant sensations. But ahead of the eyes, there was no resort, but only the sea, and like a mermaid, such visage enchanted, and made the idea of checking the unnatural building, for now, uninteresting compared to appreciating such nature.

The woman simply could not refuse to stop for some time right there, to feel everything, the breeze blowing the hair and refreshing her forehead and body, the warmth of the soft sands, the visage of the waves and of its sounds at the edges of the sea. A thought came to her mind, that maybe her time in the earthly realm has ended, and she was unaware of the fact that all of that was some form of paradisiac afterlife. Thoughts interrupted as the same nightmarish cry seemed to come together with the waves, as if sea itself was shouting, like the home of tormented spirits:

"Assassin!"

The next sensation was brief, soon the image her eyes seen panned up, and the soft sand amortized with its touch her knees, and the neck seemed to follow, bending down her head, with her eyes briefly seeing only the sand, and the white skin of her bare legs shaped by a nearly masculine musculature. Putting the palms of her hands into her face, the will of crying was not small, as not even such paradise seemed to be sufficient for the sins to be forgiven and forgotten, and neither was an aid when for each further wave of the sea that ended, the sound of a gunfire could be heard together with it. Unaware of how being knelt on the sand with heads down was calling attention, now a strange visage assaulted her senses without any warning.

The feeling of being knelt still was strong, but some sort of protective gear also pressed against her knees. The circular sight of a scope bathed by a green light was all that she could see, and the sensation of being much more clothed was also something this woman immediately noticed. To the center of the visage, a shadow was behind the glass of a luxurious stained window which vitral had the unmistakable image of a red hammer crossing a red sickle, where such window was surrounded by majestic piled stones that were very close to those of a medieval castle.

Details which were not as important as such shadow was. A shadow which motions seemed to indicate someone who was speaking in the telephone. The vision had a slight interruption as an almost involuntary flick of both eyes came, and the tension was visible, as the cold metal of the trigger guard was felt by her right finger, and the weight and shape of a weapon was shared among her hands and arms. The figure continued to move from one side to the other, like someone impatient, until it finally stopped. The sound of a click, and of a suppressed noise came as a strong pull of the object she held was felt. The shadow has fallen and the stained window was painted with another red.

Then past vanished, a nightmarish flashback which was finally over, and he darkness and sensation of her hands touching her face were back, as was the softness of sand and the breeze of the sea. An urge to attempt sensing such comfort was what made the woman simply get up again, as she could sense her muscles at work, and simply continue staring at the horizon. Time was no longer something she could sense, and thus she stood there, willing to wait for a happening rather than to make anything happen, for the latter never was a bringer of joy.

"Finest Scotch in the world. I own the damn brewery that makes the stuff. You sure it's wednesday? That means I only got of work three days ago, and it seems longer."

"Yep, it's Wednesday alright," Jimmy said, checking his pocket watch. "You up for a game of poker?" he asked. "Anyone up for a few hands of poker?" he shouted to the rest of the room.

Armin Karasov smiled as he walked into the beach house in the hopes of having a long and pleasurable break from the affairs of business as he had been tired of the same old routine of managing specific branches of his family's soda company. Sure, he thought, it was good to help out but even goodheartd people need breaks. As he walked through the halls of the beach house, he noticed the other visitors and made a mental note to talk to them all. When his eyes fell upon Katja, it was as if he had found a rare jewel. He immediately felt attracted to her and, being the suave man he was, cooked up a diverse array of ideas on how to court her. Armin walked to Katja and greeted her calmly. "Greetings. My name is Armin Karasov and I am happy to meet you. Would you mind a chat and a couple of drinks?"

Armin smiled; he could only help that Katja would be receptive.

'a chat is good with me, everyone seems occupied and well watered' she smiled, she took a glass down, happy that everyone was having a good time.

"Yep, it's Wednesday alright," Jimmy said, checking his pocket watch. "You up for a game of poker?" he asked. "Anyone up for a few hands of poker?" he shouted to the rest of the room.

"Go ahead my friend, deal. I will have another drink."

'a chat is good with me, everyone seems occupied and well watered' she smiled, she took a glass down, happy that everyone was having a good time.

"What is your name, miss? Tell me more about yourself? Are you the owner of this beach house and, if so, how does it feel being the owner of such a fine establishment?"

HRM Conner I of Kinstantia was walking down the the beach when his cell phone rang, so he stopped off to the side and talked. While talking on his cell phone, his Royal Highness, Conner I of Kinstantia had a candid shot of him taken by a paprazzi.

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"Damn photo nazi's!" Conner yelled in the photographers general direction. Then he continued to chat on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Rob, his same-sex partner, just laughed. "Well, you're hot, so they're gonna take your picture. A hot royal. Now, you've got double trouble, stud!"

Dragonborn walked up to the bar, "So... have you got anything non-alcoholic, maybe a soda? Sorry, old habit from being in the military, I still don't drink."

The government of Kahanistan was in turmoil. They were about to be dragged kicking and screaming into an era of unrestrained capitalism, Allanean-style laissez-faire libertarianism, and Kingston Pact cock sucking.

Needless to say, the communist President of Kahanistan, Nadia Sklenova, needed a break from the government. The rumours of no-confidence votes against her weren't helping, nor was the weakening of the Communist Party in favour of more pro-Praetonian elements touting national survival above economic principles. She had no plans to run again in the next election.

Sklenova landed on the island, thinking she could use the break time. When she looked in the mirror on her way into the bar, she realised that she was really too young to be heading up a country, especially one in transition trying to find its place again in the international community. She was only 33 years old. True, at that age Alexander the Great had taken over half the world, but then again, in those times fewer people lived to be 33 than they did in the 20th or 21st centuries. She still had a good 50 or 100 years ahead of her.

The slim blonde woman sat down at the bar. She looked healthier already now that the weight of the government was temporarily off of her shoulders. She smiled at the woman at the bar in a friendly manner and asked, "Do you... have anything cold, say, frozen coconut milk?" In an environment where guards weren't welcome and there were large numbers of men looking for action, it was unwise to say the least for her to get drunk.

Lars laughed. "Yes, I'll have whatever you get Mr. Dragonborn here. I don't drink alcohol either."

"What is your name, miss? Tell me more about yourself? Are you the owner of this beach house and, if so, how does it feel being the owner of such a fine establishment?"

'Bless you, my name is Katja, my parents gave me the beach house before they died, I only run it during the summer months. When I was younger it was good fun, not so much now'

"Why's that? Not enough people visit?" Dragonborn asked.

'yeah, and everything was so much better then, not as many cares and that I guess' she said

"Ah, being carefree, how I sometimes wish to return to those days. But, of course, that's why I'm on vacation. So, do you have any soda? Maybe a Sprite?"

'i sure do...here...on the house in return for your company' she said shyly.

She handed him the bottle and sparkly glass.

Nadia nodded. Maybe the woman at the bar simply hadn't noticed her, or was too busy talking to the men. "Do you have iced coconut milk here?" she asked, taking a seat near where Lars and Dragonborn, as she'd heard their names were, were seated.

She maintained her friendly smile as she made eye contact with Katja again. Nadia knew she looked a bit inconspicuous here, dressed in a light white coverup and sandals, but didn't think she was so invisible no one paid attention to her.

Katja shook her head
'I am so sorry.....one of those coming right up' she said smiling at Nadia, she gave it to her.

"Thanks," said Dragonborn politely, he turned around when he heard Nadia's voice, "Hello. It seems we have one more female in our ranks. How do you do?" He took a sip of his drink, it was nice to see that there wasn't going to be all guys here.

Katja looked out to sea and her face dropped a little, she wondered if he would ever come back here, she sighed and a small tear ran down her face.

"Hey," said Dragonborn, "What kinda stuff you got around here anyway? I can only think the stereotypical beach volleyball, surfing, and swimming." He turned around, "You alright?" He said as he noticed the single tear.

Nadia smiled widely. "Thanks," she said, handing Katja a five-shekel note. She hoped they took foreign currency over here; she'd forgotten to have the cash in her wallet converted to USD.

"I'm fine," she said to Dragonhorn. "Just need some fresh air. I'll be on the beach." She said it sincerely, suggesting she wasn't just looking for a way to escape the new man. "My name's Nadia." She didn't feel like explaining who she was.

Unlike most Kahanistanian women, who would have jumped at the chance to mingle with the numerous males on the island, Nadia was somewhat personally conservative in that respect. While she held a liberal sexual morality, accepting homosexuality and having a tolerant view of free love, it just wasn't for her. She was more interested in relaxing for a few days before returning home to face the political music back home; if someone wanted to join her for conversation, she was fine with that even if she wasn't going to seek out companionship.

She took the glass and walked out to the beach to find a place to sit down, sitting down under a large umbrella. Nadia didn't look like most people's conception of a politician - she was about 5'5", athletic, and fairly slim. She was in a good mood today and would likely be considered approachable, especially since she seemed to be one of relatively few females in the area.

'I am ok, just memories' she said, she sat down on the bar stool and wiped it away.

'Well we have some speed boats around the corner and the forests offer some lovely walks'

Dragonborn took a small glance back at Nadia as she walked away, Huh, must be a government type. He thought to himself, "Well, a walk sounds nice. I don't think I'll do any speedboating just yet, I'm here to get off the adrenaline."

Katja smiled back.
'so tell me about you? this is a vacation right? chance to get away from kids/wife/work/the world?' she asked

Dragonborn let out a small laugh, "Just work, that's all I'm trying to get away from. Work and the politics that come with it. I'm the commander at a airforce base, it's been a little hectic, there was a small conflict recently that just blew over with few cassualties, thankfully. Other than that, I'm looking to get away from it all for at least a little while, since Greywatch's military isn't expecting anything serious in the near future I'm on break." He took another sip of his drink.

she perked up a little when there was no mention of a wife, however she didnt think much would come of it.

She excused herself and went to get changed she changed into her shorter skirt showing off her amazing legs and a purple ruffle top, she didnt want to impress him, she just wanted to show off her best features now she knew he was available.

Lars seemed to have blanked out for a moment, but quickly jumped into the conversation. "For me, I'll just be eager to get back to work. But each to his own. I suppose I will go talk to... umm.... what was her name again? Narlene?"

Dragonborn watched as she left, Ah well, she'll come back when she's ready I suppose, he thought to himself. He took another go at his drink, it was nearly done now. "Hmm? What were you saying now Lars?"

"Oh, just that I'd go talk to that girl that was here. Problem is, I've forgotten her name...ummm... was it Nancy? .......Nora? ......Nicky? Uh.... on second thought, I think I'll stay here. Don't want to make any more of a fool of myself, I guess." He looked around. "Hey, where'd our hostess go?" He shook his head. "I'm out of it, aren't I?"

"I think it was Nadia... but I'm not sure, I don't think she ever said what her name was." Dragonborn shrugged and turned back to his drink. "Not really sure where Katja went actually, I assume she'll be back shortly."

Lars nodded. "I suppose." He frowned. "Was I about to do something? .....Oh yes! I was going to talk to Narlene! Wait, Nadia? Nadia. Well, I'm going." He got off his stool, nearly falling off. He walked out to the beach and ducked down under the umbrella next to Nadia. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here Nar-, er, Nadia?" He looked down at her as he said this, then looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Dragonborn watch Lars walk off, If I have to I'll keep him from going back to work. Man, does he need a break.

Katja walked down the stairs which was directly in front of where Dragonborn was sitting, so he got an ample view of her legs.

Nadia looked at the man sitting next to her. "All right," she said. She noticed he seemed a bit embarrassed and instinctively reached out to take him by the arm, to console him.

"What brings you to this beach house?" she asked, crossing her legs in an almost defensive manner. She just wanted to make conversation and take her mind off her situation.

Dragonborn whistled as Katja walked down the stairs, even a soldier couldn't help but react to a sight like that. "That's quite the fashion you have there." He said with a smile, the fact that she'd walked right in front of him hinted something but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Methinks that's the kind of garb one would enjoy a forest walk in." He added with a small chuckle, "So how about it? Feel like showing me around?"

she smiled as he whistled, she blushed slightly.
'of course...' she whistled and an elegant saluki dog came daintily down the stairs.
'This is Mulberry, I had her since a puppy, she lives here' she said smiling, she walked in front of Dragonborn and slid her sunglasses on.

They walked around the back of the house and through the lush vegitation. Mulberry stuck to her side, clearly very loyal.

Dragonborn followed without a word until they were behind the house, "That's quite the animal companion you have there. And this is quite the holiday getaway." He smiled, "I never asked, what is it you do for a living? I only heard about the beach house itself before Greywatch shipped me off to get some R&R."

Lars jumped a little when Nadia grabbed his arm. "Oh, um.... well, thank you." He sat down next to her in the sand. "Well, you see, I'm on vacation from work. That is, the Board of Directors there forced me to take a vacation. They said all the hours I'd been putting in where getting to my head. But my work... umm... is very demanding, and I need to be there almost constantly to keep it going. The place is going to fall apart without me. Truth be told, I'd rather be back there. Er, not to say, that I don't like being here, or with you, uh, on the beach that is, but, uh, well.... what I'm trying to say is, uh..." He was clearly flustered, and he quickly looked away. "Uh... so, what brings you here?"

'me? well I had a very successful business at 19, worked my ass off for 10 years, made enough money to last till Im 40, and I have invested the rest' she said.

'not boasting or anything' - yeah she is an angel, always looking after me' she said smiling, she stumbled a little and fell backwards into him.

'shit...sorry'

"I guess you could say I'm on vacation from work, too," said Nadia. She didn't want to intimidate him further by mentioning that she was the President of Kahanistan, or even that she was a general. "Kahanistan's on the edge of a Third Doomani War. This'll probably be the last vacation I get before the war breaks out in earnest," she said. "You can look at me. I won't mind." She took a sip of her drink.

"Just... take a few breaths, and talk. You don't have to be... scared."

He caught her quite easily, he was quite muscular since he'd been in the military so she felt practically weightless. "No worries," he said with a smile, "Sounds like your life was very, fruitful."

He nodded, and took a few breaths to calm down. He turned back to Nadia. "Sorry. And thanks. It's just, well, I don't really get out much. And, well..." he paused, "if you don't mind me saying, you're very pretty, which is kinda intimidating." He paused again. "Anyway, so I take it that you work in the military then? I once met with your countries military leaders for... work." He furrowed his brow as he looked at Nadia. "You seem... well, never mind." He paused, and he looked out over the ocean. "Tell me... what do you think of war, in general?"

The wind whistled through the gaps between the wings as Alex Ryder, Govermental Minister for the Conservation of Guernsey Students in the Holy Empire of St Pierre Port,flew his Glider-Trike above the serene seas. The faint sound of 'Leave Out All The Rest' by Linkin Park could just be heard from the radio. Suddenly the engine spluttered and started to belch dark black smoke. Alex spotted land and headed for it. There was a large beach, on which he could land, next to which there appeared to be a beach house of some kind. The Glider-Trike stalled and went into a deep dive, Alex only just managing to continue heading for the land. The Glider-Trike hit the beach and went up in a big fireball and then Alex's blackened body crawled out of the wreckage and lay slumped, unconcious on the beach.

With the sand touching her back softly, and the grip of her left hand on her bag, an attempt to relax and forget was passing through as she looked at the clear skies and let herself to be tanned, ignoring the biting heat of the sand, which was irrelevant after all that has been felt. But the nightmare was over, and her eyes and ears could no longer sense images and noises of what already happened, nothing but the calm beating of the waves and breeze, with the hot sun touching her untanned white skin, as she remembered to have used proper sunscreen even before the trip. The moment only interrupted as she could listen precisely the soft pushes of sand by someone coming to the beach, but simply ignored it, for paying too much attention could trigger other unpleasant flashbacks. However, a sting of curiousity drove her to get up, with the sand leaving her body but still covering much of her back as she could feel, and she finally turned around to look at someone. A light brown string of her hair blocked her view as she quickly putted it back, and shook it to take away some of the sand. Now it was clear as another woman was taking a rest in a chair and getting a suntan. She approached the blonde woman, and her absence of voice for all the time ended when she decided to address such woman, thinking on trying English, an English which had a visibly Norwegian accent, as she continued to held her bag:

"Hello, great place here! I am still getting used to this, first time in my life I get into a beach for leisure. I am really enjoying it so far", she said, while scratching he right eye, and with a slight pause she added: "I was really needing some vacation, now... "

Suddenly her eyes caught a glimpse of the jungle afar. Everything began to twist at her sight and the woman ahead of her was no longer there, and neither were the sands of a beach, instead only the thick depths of a tropical forest, and a disgusting bald man with black eyes. Her hands pressing firmly against his neck, as she said, unaware that it was more than a memory, and that she was repeating such words in the present to the woman she just met in the beach, and making a visible gesture with her hands as if she was grabbing an invisible individual, with the same closed facial expression also being reflected in reality

"Where? Tell me now! Where?"

The disgusting man quickly answered with a clear lack of care to his own life,mockingly:

"You are going to be a great slut after we get you"

With a major strength applied, her hands began to bend the neck of such man in her vision, quickly breaking it as it began to stood lifeless, and the gesture equally repeated in reality. With a kick, the corpse was thrown to the ground, and thus she kicked it again, again and again, until all vanished and the surprise of seeing an woman sitting down a meter ahead of her and the manner she was with her hands, back in the paradise, impelled a gasp and a very uneasy feeling, to the point an urge to gulp and swallow everything behind a facade was very strong, and she attempted to pretend she had done nothing weird, asking her before such woman could say anything to her, and forcing a smile and mask of normalcy that seemed perfect, if the same woman did not witness what just happened:

"Not that I am willing to go there right now, but where is the hostel and the lodging area?"

Nadia smiled warmly and pushed her medium-length blonde hair behind her. "Thanks. You look nice, too. Yes, I'm a military officer. I joined to promote liberty, to promote democracy and equality abroad. I hate war and nuclear weapons and civilian casualties..." she said sadly. "But... sometimes it's necessary to fight and put your life on the line so that people can live free of oppression. I hope I don't sound like an Allanean barbarian here... but living under oppression, tyranny, exploitation... well, it's no way for people to have to live." She sat Indian-style, as if intentionally concealing her legs.

With the sand touching her back softly, and the grip of her left hand on her bag, an attempt to relax and forget was passing through as she looked at the clear skies and let herself to be tanned, ignoring the biting heat of the sand, which was irrelevant after all that has been felt. But the nightmare was over, and her eyes and ears could no longer sense images and noises of what already happened, nothing but the calm beating of the waves and breeze, with the hot sun touching her untanned white skin, as she remembered to have used proper sunscreen even before the trip. The moment only interrupted as she could listen precisely the soft pushes of sand by someone coming to the beach, but simply ignored it, for paying too much attention could trigger other unpleasant flashbacks. However, a sting of curiousity drove her to get up, with the sand leaving her body but still covering much of her back as she could feel, and she finally turned around to look at someone. A light brown string of her hair blocked her view as she quickly putted it back, and shook it to take away some of the sand. Now it was clear as another woman was taking a rest in a chair and getting a suntan. She approached the blonde woman, and her absence of voice for all the time ended when she decided to address such woman, thinking on trying English, an English which had a visibly Norwegian accent, as she continued to held her bag:

"Hello, great place here! I am still getting used to this, first time in my life I get into a beach for leisure. I am really enjoying it so far", she said, while scratching he right eye, and with a slight pause she added: "I was really needing some vacation, now... "

Suddenly her eyes caught a glimpse of the jungle afar. Everything began to twist at her sight and the woman ahead of her was no longer there, and neither were the sands of a beach, instead only the thick depths of a tropical forest, and a disgusting bald man with black eyes. Her hands pressing firmly against his neck, as she said, unaware that it was more than a memory, and that she was repeating such words in the present to the woman she just met in the beach, and making a visible gesture with her hands as if she was grabbing an invisible individual, with the same closed facial expression also being reflected in reality

"Where? Tell me now! Where?"

The disgusting man quickly answered with a clear lack of care to his own life,mockingly:

"You are going to be a great slut after we get you"

With a major strength applied, her hands began to bend the neck of such man in her vision, quickly breaking it as it began to stood lifeless, and the gesture equally repeated in reality. With a kick, the corpse was thrown to the ground, and thus she kicked it again, again and again, until all vanished and the surprise of seeing an woman sitting down a meter ahead of her and the manner she was with her hands, back in the paradise, impelled a gasp and a very uneasy feeling, to the point an urge to gulp and swallow everything behind a facade was very strong, and she attempted to pretend she had done nothing weird, asking her before such woman could say anything to her, and forcing a smile and mask of normalcy that seemed perfect, if the same woman did not witness what just happened:

"Not that I am willing to go there right now, but where is the hostel and the lodging area?"

OOC: Who are you addressing?

Dragonborn tensed up suddenly, "Did you hear something?" He said, "I thought I heard an exposion..."

Lars smiled, still staring out into the ocean. "Yes, I have similar beliefs to you. Wars sometimes must be fought. It's just how it is. All we can do is try to fight them as quickly and painlessly as possible." He paused for a minute with a far-away look in his eye. "It's hard to relax, knowing that work is piling up for me when I return." He turned back to Nadia. "Sorry, I shouldn't spoil this nice day with talk like that. Oh, and I don't think I've introduced myself yet. I'm Lars Orfen. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

Not waiting for Nadia, Lars looked down the beach. "Is that a fire I see? That wasn't there a moment ago." He immediately jumped up, and, leaving Nadia behind, sprinted down the beach at a decent speed towards the fire.

OOC: I suppose this should go after your post, I'm not sure, was it Time warp?

Nadia took the man's hand. "Nadia Sklenova," she said. "What do you do? You said you met with my government's military forces before..."

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Nadia got up and ran in the same direction as Lars. "What on earth...?"

"I'm sorry Katja, I really am, but I know I heard something." He looked over the trees to see smoke, "Something's wrong. There shouldn't be smoke there." He ran off in the direction of the smoke only to be greeted by the sight of Lars and Nadia running towards a fire. He sprinted off after them.

His vision blurred, Alex turned his head towards two shapes silhouetted against the bright sky. "Help," he said. Then his vision went black.

Lars propped the man up so he was sitting up. Lars then took off his Hawaiian shirt and undershirt and quickly tied them together. He placed the man on top of the shirts, using them as a makeshift stretcher to carry him, and grabbed two sleeves on one side of him. He looked up and saw Nadia running. "Quickly! Grab the other side and let's take him to the cabin! And don't touch him! He could be severely burned!"

OOC: Who are you addressing?

(OOC: Nadia)

A man in his late teens with shoulder lenth brown hair walked into the reception area. He was wearing light green baggy shorts, his red "rage against the machine" t shirt was creased by the duffle bag that hung on his shoulder.

He slowly walked toward the bar and openly asked "Where do i, like book a room or shack then?"

Dragonborn was upon the scene in only a few seconds. "Jesus." He muttered, "How bad are the burns? Can he feel them?"

Katja followed quickly behind.

'i will call the ambulance, they are not far from here' she said, she clicked away on her mobile.

'they will be here soon' she said, she scurried off to try and find some healing herbs for the man.

Lars didn't look up. "He unconscious! Now somebody help me please! He needs to get inside now! Somebody else, call a doctor!"

A guttural groan came out of Alex's mouth. "Water, please" he said in a raspy voice caused by a severly burnt throat.

'the doctor will be here soon' she said, she brought several bottles of water from the bar and slowly fed the man liquid.

"Alright, lemme lift him." Dragonborn placed one arm under the man's knees and the other under his upper back and lift him off the ground. "I gotcha, just hold. Lars, get some water quick while I bring him back." Dragonborn could carry the man but moving with the extra weight was going to slow him down a little. "We should get him to the beach house," Dragonborn said as Katja brought the water.

"If we have help coming, then we need to be ready! Katja, if you could, fill a bath tub with lukewarm water. Get any anti-bacterial wash you have also!" He turned back to the man, who seemed to have woken up. "Don't worry, we'll help you out. We'll get water as soon as possible." All of Lars's hesitation, stuttering, and awkwardness was gone as he gave out orders.

[OOC: TSS, normally I'd respond but by the time I figured out what you were doing I'd already gone pretty far. In future more specifics helps.]

Nadia grabbed the stretcher like Lars had told her. Military training in Kahanistan included basic first aid. "Let's get him out of here," she said shakily.

Katja did as she was told, she ran a bath, Mulberry ran off and started banging and crashing in the cupboard, she then came back with a bottle of the organic wonder potion.
'good thinking...' she whispered to Mulberry, she poured it into the bath.

"In my,cough, shirt pocket there, cough, is a letter, cough. Give it, cough, to the owner of this establishment.It contains an endorsement from my government's holiday board and a $50,000 cheque." Alex said before once again drifting into the realm of the unconcious.

"Alright," Dragonborn said bringing the man up to the beach house, "Someone, get that letter for me please."

OOC: Wow, this is hard to keep up with. Dragonborn is carrying the man now, so much for the stretcher.

IC: Lars looked up. "I saw some aloe in the forest. I'll go get some and bring it back." Lars sprinted off into the woods, and then ran to Katja in the cabin after grabbing some aloe. "Here are some aloe plants. Use them when Dragonborn gets here with the poor guy."

Sighing as it seemed that the tranquility of such place ended before the woman with her, whose name was Nadia, could even talk, the woman ran towards the wounded man ahead and shouted to the crowd, with strong visages urging to emerge again, while she struggled against such past:

"He is going to have thermal shock at this rate. Stop giving too cold water to him before it makes it worse."

As she approached the man carrying the wounded individual, she began to examine him attentiously:

"What happened here? What sort of burning was this? Did it involve any chemicals?"

"From what I can tell, it involved a recently exploded boat." Said Dragonborn.

Katja waited for the casualty to turn up Mulberry ran downstairs and curled up on the old sofa.

She added the aloe into the bath.

'everyone needs to calm down a bit' she whispered to herself.

Lars ran past the new woman without so much as a glance. "Dragonborn, the bath is ready. It is lukewarm, so he won't go into shock. Speaking of that, you should stop giving him water. It's... oh, you did. Well then, do you need help carrying him?"

"Just show me where to put him down." Dragonborn said with a nod.

"Probably a good idea," said Nadia. She was a strong woman for her size, but the man and his stretcher had to be twice her weight.

Katja opened the door and guided them up.
'here...put him in' she said smiling at Dragonborn.

Dragonborn took no time in following Katja and gently putting the man in the tub. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse.

Lars stood bent over and panting. Wow, I haven't done this much running in a long time. Covered in sweat and shirtless, he walked in the building and looked in on the man in the tub. "While its good he is in here now.... do you have another shower I could use?" He grinned weakly.

Katja smiled
'of course.....back here' she said smiling handing him the towel.

He nodded. "Thanks." He grabbed the towel and put it over his shoulder, then followed Katja.

"Okay... what now?" Dragonborn shrugged and sat down. It had be awhile since he carried someone, last time it was off a field of battle.

she showed him the shower.
'you're a brave guy....stick around' she said smiling softly, she turned and walked away.

The doctors turned up and she showed them to where he was.

Immediately his awkwardness surface again. "Er, I'm not really..." he muttered as she walked away, too quietly for her to hear. "Well... see you around." He undressed and began taking his shower.

Katja went back and found Dragonborn.

'the doctors can take it from there I assume?' she asked.

'you need a drink?' she asked.

'shame..we didnt finish our walk'

"Yeah I suppose they can," he said standing up, "I'm good, a little suprised but good. Wait, did anybody get the letter?" He turned back to man, he didn't see it, he looked around and found it on the floor. He reached to pick it up, "He told me to give this to you." Dragonborn said, holding out the letter.

OOC: I got to go, I'll be back later. Just ignore my char for now I suppose.

Lars walked out to where the others where, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Uhhh... has anybody seen my clothes? I left them in here before, then I went outside, then the fire... so, has anybody seen them?"

The long haired man looked around all confused,

"I came here to rest, whats with all these peeps running around?" he thought to him self. He scanned his surounding again and decided to approch the bar and get a drink and some idea of who was running the place.

With just a tiny handmade quilted backpack, the shy but observant Ms. Anna, princess of Aninia, entered the clubhouse. The sound of shuffling cards immediatly caught her attention as she meandered over to the corner of the room and barely above a whisper asked Mr. James "Could I interest you in a little "Hold-Em"?

Lars looked around, noticing that there were more people around. "Er... I'll just go to my room then." He turned around, but stopped. "Uh, Katja? Do I have a room?"

'Lars....stick around....' she said, she gently held onto his arm.
'you do have a room, come and talk with me'

OOC: ok Greywatch

"Uh... well, ok, uh, sure. But if you don't mind, I'd, um, be much more comfortable if I had some pants." he said, smiling softly.

"Uh... well, ok, uh, sure. But if you don't mind, I'd, um, be much more comfortable if I had some pants." he said, smiling softly.

'bless....we go and get changed and come back down here yeah?' she said,
'I'll have a beer waiting for you, you deserve it' she said, he was clearly scatty as hell, she wanted him to calm down, he had a strangely attractive face.

The long haired man was now getting a bit annoyed, no 1 was payin him attention. "For fuck sake!, i could have walked in and shot every c*nt in here and no one would have noticed!" he tought to himself again. Just as he was about to give up he saw a man leave the bar and leave a woman alone, he quickley pounced on the womand and said "exucse me do you know who runs this place?"

He looked around sheepishly. "Umm... yes, but the thing is.. I can't find my clothes. I left them in my suitcase, and, well, its gone. I left it by the bar, and I don't know where it is now. If moved it or something, thats fine, I'd just like it back. And I'll have to pass on the beer. I don't drink alcohol. Uh... I'll look over here." He walked over to the other side of the room.

'Lars, Mulberry took it to your room' she said with a sneaky wink.
'Well I shall have whatever you like ready for when you come back'

'I run this place yes and I don't really appreciate that language or behaviour' she said to the man.
'we had a man with serious burns in here just now and it was very hectic, but what would you like?' she asked.

"oh right, sorry" the man looked a little ashamed of him self, "I would just like a room please, sorry about my behaviour."

The man waited a second before asking, "What are your polices concering err canabis?" whispered the man again. "Oh and the names Mark."

'Hello Mark, welcome to the beach, its alright I guess, use to have a very loud and lary patron not long back, pirate you know....I certainly can give you a room key its £100 a week'

'you can smoke canabis, just not in here or near the beautiful forests, so on the beach really' she said.

Lars turned around. "Hmm? Oh, yes, uh, very good then. Thank you very much, be right back." He walked through the doorway. Suddenly, his voice was heard from beyond the doorway. "Um, which room was mine again?"

Katja walked up to him in the hallway and stood close to him.
' you forgot the key....its 27' she whispered softly to him, and jogged back to Mark.

"Thanks yeah again can't errr, whats the word, appoliges enough for my behaviour and yeh thanks for the sort of permission with the whole weed thing, its hard being a pot smokin commie" chuckled Mark.

"And yeh i'll pay at the end of my stay if thats ok, so err how many women are staying here?" grinned Mark.

'at the moment? I think theres about 3; myself, Nadia, Aninia'

"Kool, kool so err you serving drinks at the mo?"

'I certainly am, what would you like....'

"A jagermeister and redbull please, so what country are you originally from then?"

'russia, can't you tell from the accent?' she asked smiling.

She made his drink and wondered where Lars was.

"Obviously not" he smirked

He took a sip from his drink, "Yeah thanks for this and errr keep up the good work"

she smiled.
'I will do....' she sighed, she wanted other company too, everyone seemed to have disappeared.

Lars entered the room wearing a navy blue polo and another pair of khaki shorts. He walked over to the bar and sat down next to Mark. "So, do you have a drink for me Katja?" He grinned as he was talking. He turned to Mark. "And nice to meet you. I'm Lars."

She smiled, he looked more relaxed.

'I sure do' she said sliding it to him.

'....with extra lime' she said, almost purring, her clothes were a litle bloody and dirty.
She went to change into some small shorts and her bikini top, still quite exposing, but she didnt care, she didnt think Lars and Mark would either

"Hey i'm Mark, nice to meet you" as he said this he caught the looks the Katja was giving Lars.

"Any ways im off to my room, you know smoke so much that i can't feel feeling, good to meet the both of you" as he said this he left the two to their own devices.

Man that Lars is a lucky guy, i'd well tap that, though Mark to himself

She smiled, he looked more relaxed.

'I sure do' she said sliding it to him.

'....with extra lime' she said, almost purring, her clothes were a litle bloody and dirty.
She went to change into some small shorts and her bikini top, still quite exposing, but she didnt care, she didnt think Lars and Mark would either

He waited for her to return, then raised his drink to his lips. Before he drank it though, he raised his eyebrow. "Non-alcoholic, right? And isn't that the third outfit I've seen you in today?" He laughed a little.

'Yeah well I like to be clean and tidy' she said smiling.
'Do you not like it?' she asked, making innocent poses that really showed off her figure.

Lars nodded at Mark. "Nice seeing you." He wondered at the odd smile Mark had on his face, but quickly forgot it and turned back to Katja.

Lars laughed a little louder this time. "Yes, I suppose so do I. And its, uh.... well, yes, I like it."

'Am I making you...uncomfortable?' she asked, she backed off a little and sat on her stool.

Lars smiled. "No no, please, its not that. It's just that... well, I don't get out much. I'm very busy with work, and when I'm not working... well, I usually am, so I don't really worry about that." With that he relaxed a little in his stool. "Speaking of work... do you like it here, running this place?"

'I love it, I have nothing else to do, this place is a goldmine and I am just happy to be with other people' she said smiling.

'You will be fine here' she said smiling, she put her hand over his and squeezed gently, gingerly taking it away

She did not feel interested into much talk for the moment, apparently stressed by the fact that a man just got burned, and she seemed to be very tense, with her hair a bit frizzle, like if having goosebumps. She simply walked through the lodging are, carrying her brown leather bag in her left hand, which seemed quite heavy, and looking at the woman that seemed the responsible for the resort. She spoke again, with her Norwegian accent, as she began to open her bag, looking at the quaint room details and taking slow breathes before speaking:

"Hello, which is the best room of this resort?"

Her fingers were touching a wallet inside her bag at the same moment, and it seemed to remind her that finally, she earned what she deserved.

Lars slowly looked up at Katja. "Well.... thanks." He looked around. "You know, maybe a little bit off work isn't so bad after all." With that, he picked up his drink and downed half of it in one gulp. "What's in this anyway? It seems a little strong for non-alcoholic."

Katja smiled,
'room 29 over looks the mountains out back - thats available' she said smiling.

Lars slowly looked up at Katja. "Well.... thanks." He looked around. "You know, maybe a little bit off work isn't so bad after all." With that, he picked up his drink and downed half of it in one gulp. "What's in this anyway? It seems a little strong for non-alcoholic."

'Its not alcoholic I swear, its a fruit-tiser' she said smiling.
'I respected your wishes' she smiled, she pulled her hand away and coughed awkwardly.

Katja glanced at the clock wondering when Dragonborn would come back, she wanted to show him Tranquility Falls.

Lars looked up immediately. "No, sorry, that's not what I was saying. I wouldn't accuse you of that! I just meant that, well, it was very good, and usually the non-alcoholic beverages I have aren't good at all. It was meant as a compliment. Sorry." He looked down, then around at some of the others in the place, then finished off his drink.

Mulberry nudged her waist several times
'you hungry honey?' she asked, patting the dogs soft fur, she went out to the kitchen and got some food out for her. She put it down hoping that she could go for a walk later.

Katja smiled,
'room 29 over looks the mountains out back - thats available' she said smiling.

As the woman grabbed the wallet from her bag, the question she was thinking on asking was very evident, and smiling back to Katja, she seemed to be even more pleased than all others in that place, for she has been deprived of such joys for a long time, and thus they seemed happier, despite the incident, and despite the occasional flashback.

As she was about to ask it, another strange sense tingled her ears, like an unknown voice saying a single word, but this time it did not affect or bother her, and this woman simply went one with the simple question:

"What is the price for this marvelous sight, Katja?"

The urge to repeat the word she could swear to have listened has been irresistible, but she could not remember why or when it started anymore.

Dragonborn had gone to his room while things outside calmed down. After pulling himself back together he returned to the bar. "Wow, lotta new people." He said quietly before taking a seat.

Katja came back and her heart pounded as she saw Dragonborn, she tried to focus on the Norwegian lady.

'Call it £160 a week, its the best room I have'

She smiled and wondered what he would think of her third outfit change.

Dragonborn looked over and saw Katja, "Hey, I see you changed again. Into yet another amazing outfit at that."

Mark came stumbling back into the bar area, only this time his eyes were extreamly red and he was dressed in flip flops, boxers and a baggy AC/DC t shirt. He managed to stumble across to the bar where he collapsed onto a bar stool.

"Can i get some munch please" mumbled Mark to any one within ear shot

OOC: I must have missed a lot. I suppose I'll still have my businessman around though; no point in taking him out just because I missed stuff due to RL and all.....

Dragonborn looked over and saw Katja, "Hey, I see you changed again. Into yet another amazing outfit at that."

She blushed.
'fancy taking that walk again? Theres something I want to show you'

"Sure thing, I doubt anything of that magnitude will interrupt us this time." He said, standing up.

Lars helped hold up Mark before he fell over. "Uh... are you gonna be ok?" He turned to say something to Katja, but then he saw how she was looking at Dragonborn, and decided against it.

she smiled and they took a walk out and she went a different route, she could smell the evening blossoms, she kept flashing glances at him, and she stopped to look over the hilly area, she felt him behind her, she breathed in the summer air and closed her eyes momentarily.

´"I deserve this, after all I did"´, she thought when the price was informed. It seemed fair to her, considering that apparently that lady was a hard-worker, who did all by herself, which was not easy at all. Looking at Katja, she immediately decided to answer, as she finally grabbed some sort of unusual card from her wallet, which was quite different for the fact that it was linked to a light framed device with a LCD display, but actually there were two cards in it:

"Twelve weeks, do you accept digital currency?"

Immediately, she also notice how one of the man was flirting Katja, and became glad of her physique again. It was not something that would win any beauty contest, despite her pretty face, she thought, but the amount of "manly" muscles she had allowed her to go around just with a bikini without being the primary sight of the male audience, like she was at the moment with her green, large and wide bikini which hid most of her bosom to further avoid people looking at her.

Just before she left, she spoke to the Norweigian lady.
'Leave the first week in the tin and we will sort the rest out later' she said smiling, she knew she was checking her out and bitching in her head, but she ignored it and walked off with Dragonborn.

"Hey lars" whispered Mark "That gimp's with that Katja girl of yours."

He then looked deep into Lars' eyes and said "Should we do him over or do u fancy goin back to my room and doing some bongs?" At that Marks head started to swing in little circles

Lars considered explaining to Mark that Katja wasn't 'his girl' but decided that it probably wouldn't really sink in at the moment. "How about instead, I take you to you room, where you can sleep this off, ok?"

Armin Karasov had been enjoying his stay at the beach house despite feeling a bit saddened that he was not able to hit if off with Katja but he did not let it consume him. There was most likely more than one fish in the sea, he thought, and so he'd just focus on enjoying himself for now. Walking through the halls of the beach house, he noticed a girl talking to Katja about staying in the beach house for twelve weeks (OOC: That's your girl, TSS) and he smiled; she did look quite pretty actually and those muscles of hers only intrigued him further. He decided to walk up towards Katja and the girl and smiled at them. "If you do not accept digital currency, I would be more than happy to pay the price for this lass here." Armin said with a smile. "It is not a problem for me to pay the price for another person; I have plenty of money that I can rely on without worrying."

"Nah sleeps for the weak, lets chat, yeh? So whats your political views?" asked Mark. His head had stopped spinning but he still seemed a little dopey and confused

Dragonborn looked around, it was a nice day. It was great that he coudl get away from his job, especially since he was typically either in a cramped control room watching bright screens while the room itself had poor lighting, or he was outside staring at the seemingly endless hills and mountains surrounding the air base. But that's what came with being landlocked. "I've been a little rude not telling you my first name, it's Lucian." He looked around and took a deep breath.

Lars sighed. He decided it was better for the moment to go along with Mark. "Well, I come from a dictatorship, so I haven't really devoted much time to it. How about you?"

'Thats a nice name' she said smiling,

'Look...' she pointed to a gently flowing waterfall, she took her shoes off and paddled in the rock pool, she slipped her shorts off so she was in her bikini. She grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

Lucian didn't bother resisting and followed her in. "Wow, I haven't experienced this before. My nation is landlocked so we don't have beachs, except for those next to some of the lakes. Nice bikini by the way."

"Dictatorship? man thats not cool, i should come back to your country and bring about some change! Any ways im a communist i really do believe every one is equal" mumbled Mark.

"Do you think its ok to light up in here?" asked Mark all curiously

she blushed

'thank you' she whispered in his ear

she squeezed his hand.
'Feninia is an old old translation of water-way' she said smiling, she undid his top button.

'c'mon...be daring...its just you and me'

Lars looked at Mark quizzically. "Communists aren't very popular with my country, but I'm not big on politics, I won't hold it against you or anything. And I think Katja said you should only smoke on the beach, not in here."

"Why arn't the communist's very popular? Oh and do you wanna come outside and share this with me?" as he said this he pulled out a joint and showed it to Lars

"Fair enough." Lucian said, he was trying his best not to blush, unfortunantly he hadn't finished his lessons in suppressing his emotions. "So what exactly do you want to do? Since we're alone and all."

She smiled, and continued to undo his shirt.
'bath in the pool with me' she said, she pulled him into the soft warm water, she let him make the next move, it was obvious she had the hots for him.

A walk all alone in a forest, a pool away from it all, wanting to bathe with me... Lucian thought to himself. My turn then. He leaned forward and kissed her, he probably wasn't the best of kissers but what the hell.

The kiss took her by surprise, it was nice and refreshing, she returned the kiss and looked up at the stars, she slid her hand into his

OOC: i am off guys, its midnight here and I gotta be up at 7am to look after baby animals

OOC: okay lol good night

Since it seemed appropriate at this point he decided to hug her and this point, hold her close to himself, an odd feeling but a good one at that. It had been awhile since he'd been allowed to drop his job and have a relationship, it was about time he got some time to himself.

OOC: We'll continue this tommorrow then.

OOC: I think its getting hot in here...:p
Well, I think I might as well get off too. although I'll be gone all day tomorrow, so I might get back later tonight if i can.

Lars shrugged. "Because our government doesn't like them, I guess. And no, I don't smoke, but thanks.... I think."

"fairplay, can't mess with that reason.. any ways im off to light this up then, i'll catch you later" Mark stumbled off out of the bar and proped himself up against the outside wall.

(OOC: Basic physique of this character is like in this pic (http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l93/Kilrany/AverageKilrany.jpg), but less tanned, not blonde and with hazel eyes)

"If you do not accept digital currency, I would be more than happy to pay the price for this lass here."

Her thoughts about the man that just came to her were mixed, and deep beneath a mask of seriousness that was something that seemed very natural to her, she immediately got her mind into a great idea, and ignored how the manner the man came to her was bothersome, however the idea was interesting. And there were other interesting and more profitable venues to invest all the money she would spend with such vacations.

´"Seems like there is taste for everything, including a middle-aged "tomboy" like me. It is not like I would refuse a free time, for free"´

And as she finished her brief pondering, she turned her head to the man, and answered him back for his offer, smiling, but without making any form of seductive behavior:

"Thanks for the offer, I am not sure if every place in the world accept mutualist credits, and I have no paper money. But mind if I ask, what motivates you to offer such aid to someone you do not even know?"

It was not the first time she came with an old trick like this to make people help less than aware with her goals and intentions, but this time, it would be for her own individual interests. However, soon the vision shifted again, to a corridor, silent as death, and ahead an obese man with some sort of political uniform which was featured by a sickle and a hammer. But before anything could happen such image faded and reality was back to her sight.

Lars began tapping his fingers against the counter, which usually meant that he was thinking. This sure is an odd place. Katja is nice, and she really likes Dragonborn. They've sure been gone awhile...... oh well. Where'd Nadia go? She seemed nice. I wonder what there is to do around here? He continued to sit there, staring into space, lost in his countless thoughts.

And as she finished her brief pondering, she turned her head to the man, and answered him back for his offer, smiling, but without making any form of seductive behavior:

"Thanks for the offer, I am not sure if every place in the world accept mutualist credits, and I have no paper money. But mind if I ask, what motivates you to offer such aid to someone you do not even know?"

It was not the first time she came with an old trick like this to make people help less than aware with her goals and intentions, but this time, it would be for her own individual interests. However, soon the vision shifted again, to a corridor, silent as death, and ahead an obese man with some sort of political uniform which was featured by a sickle and a hammer. But before anything could happen such image faded and reality was back to her sight.

Armin smiled. "It was out of the goodness of my heart, miss, I thought that it would be nice to help out a person in need. I may be a businessman from a wealthy family owned company but I still offer to help people regardless of gender and class. By the way, perhaps you would like to tell me more about these mutualist credits. Why does your nation use those anyway? I usually have seen people from nations that use paper money but not really any with credits but I'm willing to learn."

Lars looked around. He saw two people talking at the counter, and he knew Dragonborn and Katja were off doing who knows what. Seems to be quite the romantic spot here. Hmm.... maybe....... no, no. Not with my job, heh. Lars turned back around and continued drumming his fingers on the counter.

It was one of the oldest ones in the book, the answer that the man gave was so obvious that she felt an irresistible urge to smile cynically and make a sort of comment fittingly with such smile, but her rational thought stopped her, and instead she continued observing the man and his own features, and took the mutualist credit transferrer to show him, putting it at the palm of her right hand and extending it to him, as she replied with her unique accent:

"It is more than just a credit card. A mutualist credit is a fully digital currency that we use in the Confederacy, and rather than an access card to a bank account, this is in itself a value. This device is a transferrer, which allows blank cards to receive the proper quantities of E-cash in a transaction according to what I set to be transferred in this tiny keyboard here", she stopped then, pointing to a very compact keyboard in the light framed device holding both cards, which seemed to be quite unique.

"I always bring at least fifty blank cards when traveling, but the others are in my bag. They are printed free of charge, sponsored by our coops. Many international banks accept them as legitimate currency to be directly transferred to bank accounts. Actually, this is a simple transferrer, but more complex ones also contain usb ports that allow you to make a deposit to a bank account right from the closest computer. That is basically how this works, and it is very convenient."

A free ride was something that was very, very tempting. But she had other plans rather than letting such man "conquer" her, as she was expecting he would attempt to.

Nadia walked over to where the injured man had been taken. She had to see if he was OK, or if he'd been transported to a hospital, or if he'd taken a turn for the worse...

OOC: For future reference, Queen Charlette VI is Ixania; it's my puppet.

"It is more than just a credit card. A mutualist credit is a fully digital currency that we use in the Confederacy, and rather than an access card to a bank account, this is in itself a value. This device is a transferrer, which allows blank cards to receive the proper quantities of E-cash in a transaction according to what I set to be transferred in this tiny keyboard here", she stopped then, pointing to a very compact keyboard in the light framed device holding both cards, which seemed to be quite unique.

"That is an interesting system that the Confederacy uses. I've never actually been to the Confederacy but I have heard a bit about it though not too much. It would be nice, though, to visit it. What is it like to live in the Confederacy?"

"I always bring at least fifty blank cards when traveling, but the others are in my bag. They are printed free of charge, sponsored by our coops. Many international banks accept them as legitimate currency to be directly transferred to bank accounts. Actually, this is a simple transferrer, but more complex ones also contain usb ports that allow you to make a deposit to a bank account right from the closest computer. That is basically how this works, and it is very convenient."

"I do not know if the Ixanian Empire, where I come from, has any banks that accept them but I think that you could always try to arrange such an acceptance in their ranks. I mostly use paper money and the like whenever I want to purchase something; I'm not accustomed to things like mutualist credits but I am sure I'd be able to get use to it if I used them often. What is your name, by the way? My name is Armin...Armin Karasov. I'm a businessman in my family's soda sales company."

Lars looked up at Nadia. Where is she going? Hmm.... what was over there again? Oh right, that man from the crash! Lars got up from the bar and walked over to where Nadia was heading. Might as well see how he is doing.

"I... was kind of deep in thought when it happened," said Nadia. "What exactly happened? Just heard the boom, then saw the flames..." For all she knew, it could have been a plane crash, or a terrorist could have planted a bomb on the island, or he could have been a worker digging around and hitting a gas main. Numerous scenarios popped through her head, now that she was no longer in her military leader mindset and her emotions showed.

Finally the question came, but it was expected it would take such a time in her mind. His mind began to be assaulted by a strange image, a vision that soon would overtake all her senses away from reality, as her eyes seemed increasingly distant.

´It was a large clearing in the outdoors of Mediterranean woods, a completely strange place that seemed to be seen for the first time in her mind, with her eyes spotting several gymnastics and training tools spread around, including heavy lifting weights, walls covered with barbed and electric wires, security cameras, tight apertures to crawl into, places with objects and architecture to take cover and sneak, and a large placard near a wooden shack saying, in Spanish, Portuguese and English: "No Pain, No Gain". Sweat could be felt dripping from her hairs and forehead while her light and flexible sport shoes were wet of sweating as she felt. Through her tightly-fitting tracksuit there was sweat literally bleeding through from all parts of her increasingly fit body. She felt herself very tired and exhausted, and her vision saw a tall, muscular blond-haired man of almost perfect fitness as he looked straight through her eyes with his brown eyes as he said, using Spanish language:

"I hope you took your intermediate physical training seriously Maria, you have a natural talent on agility which made of you the highlight of your class but you must have already increased your endurance and strength during the last six months to be able to circumvent the simulated situations that I shall present now, starting from situation one, and I'll be brief describing it: You are hidden in a room must sneak through a door at its middle which connects to another room, but there is no way to avoid being caught once you pass through it as it is open and there are five guards with direct field of view to the opening of the door on the room the door leads to. If you backtrack you'll end in a dead end and there is no other single way for you to escape. Finally if you entered in combat you would have to face 100 hostiles at once and you do not have a silencer and neither you have any form of disguise. What would you do?"´

She saw again the man ahead of her, Amin Karasov, and the current times were again what her senses experienced, as she quickly replied to him about the manner she seemed to have suddenly fallen asleep, while standing still with her eyes open:

"I am sorry, I sometimes dream too much. I am Agathe Nansen, retired consultant of an armaments confederated industry. Nice to meet you. About living in the Confederacy, it is not much different, except that all the private sector is made of cooperatives, and nobody will starve because of lack of credits because all the agriculture, except for luxury foods, is collectivized, it is said that it 'boost consuming power' so the coops also sponsor agriculture and the distribution of basic needs for free to the entire population. But without credits, life gets very boring.", she explained, and after a pause, continued to tell about some of the peculiar features of her homeland:

"Oh, also we don't have to bother with taxes, because there is no government, not in the normal sense of the word. Not that it made much of a difference for me. I have been busy setting up multinationals and all the issues around it, so I rarely resided in my own homeland."

As she finished speaking, the flashback that came to her mind became the primary attention of her thoughts. Who was that blonde man talking to her, and which importance he had in her past were questions she struggled to remember, but have failed to. And thus, all the remained to do was to forget the past, for now.

She saw again the man ahead of her, Amin Karasov, and the current times were again what her senses experienced, as she quickly replied to him about the manner she seemed to have suddenly fallen asleep, while standing still with her eyes open:

"I am sorry, I sometimes dream too much. I am Agathe Nansen, retired consultant of an armaments confederated industry. Nice to meet you. About living in the Confederacy, it is not much different, except that all the private sector is made of cooperatives, and nobody will starve because of lack of credits because all the agriculture, except for luxury foods, is collectivized, it is said that it 'boost consuming power' so the coops also sponsor agriculture and the distribution of basic needs for free to the entire population. But without credits, life gets very boring.", she explained, and after a pause, continued to tell about some of the peculiar features of her homeland.

"We all dream at times, Miss Nansen, even if we are talking to people; I don't mind and I must say it is a pleasure to meet you and to learn about the Confederacy which already sounds a lot different from the Ixanian Empire. Have the cooperatives been relatively successful or have there been times in which they have struggled to do what they are made to do? In Ixania, we have cooperatives too but our nation is primarily capitalist; well, in a mixed economy because we have both private and government control of the market. We are also an absolute monarchy, we have been for centuries, led by Empress Anastasia the Second. She is a good monarch, in my opinion, and many people love the monarchy though we possibly have some communists, republicans and so forth."

"Oh, also we don't have to bother with taxes, because there is no government, not in the normal sense of the word. Not that it made much of a difference for me. I have been busy setting up multinationals and all the issues around it, so I rarely resided in my own homeland."

"What is the government of the Confederacy like then, Miss Nansen? My family often seeks to expand its company into the markets of other nations and perhaps they could expand into the Confederacy and/or this nation of Feninia. Is there anything else about the Confederacy that I should know?"

Smiling in a very strange manner, Agathe remembered about the market leader in soft drinks of the Confederacy, the infamous Cocaine-Cola Cooperative, and soon replied to Armin, but this time, she decided for a reason to throw her heavily accented Russian into the conversation, hoping to impress him:

"Наши потребители являются слишком политическими, и они уже выбрали их любимый напиток, это называют Колой Кокаина."
(Our consumers are too political, and they already have chosen their favorite drink, it is called Cocaine-Cola.), she said, and with a pause, continued her argument about Third Spanish States:

"Большинство из нас бойкотирует продукты корпорации, даже если они более дешевы чем, что продают кооперативы."
(Most of us boycott corporation products, even if they are cheaper than what the cooperatives sell.)

All the past seemed to be fading away as she amused herself in secrecy with her personal game of wits.

Smiling in a very strange manner, Agathe remembered about the market leader in soft drinks of the Confederacy, the infamous Cocaine-Cola Cooperative, and soon replied to Armin, but this time, she decided for a reason to throw her heavily accented Russian into the conversation, hoping to impress him:

"Наши потребители являются слишком политическими, и они уже выбрали их любимый напиток, это называют Колой Кокаина."
(Our consumers are too political, and they already have chosen their favorite drink, it is called Cocaine-Cola.), she said, and with a pause, continued her argument about Third Spanish States:

"Большинство из нас бойкотирует продукты корпорации, даже если они более дешевы чем, что продают кооперативы."
(Most of us boycott corporation products, even if they are cheaper than what the cooperatives sell.)

Armin's face lit up in a great smile as he listened to her speak Russian. Being from a Russian family which immigrated to the Ixanian Empire many years ago, it made him more intrigued during his meeting with Agathe. She certainly was an interesting woman.

Кола кокаина? Как можно питье с таким провокационным именем сделать? Если оно имеет кокаин в ем, то много наций и большинств правоподобный бойкот оно. (Cocaine Cola? How can a drink with such a provocative name be made? If it has cocaine in it, many nations would most likely boycott it.)

Я понимаю ситуацию о бойкотировать товаров корпорации; не трудно для меня понять что они должны быть самолюбивы в кооперативах. (I understand the situation about the boycotting of corporation goods; it is not hard for me to understand that they must be proud in the cooperatives.)

Armin smiled. "Tell me more about yourself, Miss Nansen. What are your hobbies, etc?"

Nansen seemed to be even more amused. It seems like tourist guides were still a bit underfunded about all that was "different" in her homeland. The twelve years old age of consent, the "Nudism Day", the YouTube Voyeurs, television broadcasting "companies" in the Internet, lack of laws controlling porn, and all sorts of strange things to expect from a place so libertarian(and libertine) that it reached almost the point of being unhealthy. Her answer came again in English, as the last time she spoke Russian, she could not even remember anymore:

"Cocaine-Cola is made of Cocaine, but only one coca leaf per can, although bottles are even less concentrated, with only one leaf for two liters of drink. It is not really that unhealthy, for alcoholic beverages are much worser. But there is nothing forbidden there, as long as it does not involve harming others than yourself, although if someone is stupid enough to consent formally into being harmed, then it is another history", and with an interruption, she scratched her left eye for a few seconds, before answering to his other question, which now give it entirely away that he was at her:

"I like to play paintball, it is my favorite hobby, but sometimes I also like to just stop from everything and relax. I was born in Oslo in 2004, but my parents moved to Spain because of the Peak Oil in 2015, because they feared persecution because of the political beliefs of my father. Which in the end was deeply ironic"

"Cocaine-Cola is made of Cocaine, but only one coca leaf per can, although bottles are even less concentrated, with only one leaf for two liters of drink. It is not really that unhealthy, for alcoholic beverages are much worser. But there is nothing forbidden there, as long as it does not involve harming others than yourself, although if someone is stupid enough to consent formally into being harmed, then it is another history", and with an interruption, she scratched her left eye for a few seconds, before answering to his other question, which now give it entirely away that he was at her:

"I like to play paintball, it is my favorite hobby, but sometimes I also like to just stop from everything and relax. I was born in Oslo in 2004, but my parents moved to Spain because of the Peak Oil in 2015, because they feared persecution because of the political beliefs of my father. Which in the end was deeply ironic"

"I am highly doubtful that Cocaine Cola would be accepted into the mainstream of Ixanian society due to its content which would most likely, in my opinion, provoke health experts and the like to condemn it. In Ixania, we generally believe in liberty as being able to do whatever you want as long as you do not harm others. We may be an absolute monarchy but we have plenty of civil rights including the freedom of religion and of association. For example, a Communist may publish a text about the abolition of the monarchy and he or she will not be arrested. Why did the Spanish government persecute your father? How is it ironic?"

"My hobbies are quite numerous; for example I love to spend time with my family and friends. I also work in my family's company and try to help out with family reunions. Whenever I am not working, I try to just enjoy myself. My philosophy of life is: Live life to the fullest."

Unable to find the man, for now, Nadia returned to the place where people seemed to be talking and joined one of the conversations. Her parents were Russian so she spoke the language fluently and was able to find an opening in the ongoing conversation.

[My knowledge of Russian is pretty basic, so bear with me if you see spelling or grammar errors. It's not exactly my first language, and I'm using a dictionary for some words.]

"Здраствуйте," she said casually, speaking to the woman lest she think Nadia was trying to steal her boyfriend. "Я новая здесь. Меня зовут Надя." (Hello. I'm new here. My name's Nadia.)

After extending her hand to the woman, she joined the immediate discussion. "В Военно–воздышныее силы Каханистана, некоторый пользаем кокаину. Я не, а много населения штатский польают кокаины, тоже." (In the Kahanistanian Air Force, some of us use cocaine. I don't, but a lot of the civilian population uses too.)

Since it seemed appropriate at this point he decided to hug her and this point, hold her close to himself, an odd feeling but a good one at that. It had been awhile since he'd been allowed to drop his job and have a relationship, it was about time he got some time to himself.

OOC: We'll continue this tommorrow then.

Katja looked at her watch
'we should head back, I have to close up' she said, getting out of the pool, water running off her skin, she grabbed her clothes and waited for him so they could walk back.

Rob Carter walked along the beach towards the club house looking for the security officers. He wasn't happy that what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation away from Keilvarga was still becoming a hotspot for the paparazzi.

Meanwhile, King Conner walked into the hotel and went directly to the room. He picked up the phone and called the front desk.

"Hello, I need to speak to the manager."

Lucian climbed out quickly, "Right then. It is getting late. We should do this again sometime. Assuming you're okay with it." He said with a smile.

"Cocaine-Cola is made of Cocaine, but only one coca leaf per can, although bottles are even less concentrated, with only one leaf for two liters of drink. It is not really that unhealthy, for alcoholic beverages are much worser. But there is nothing forbidden there, as long as it does not involve harming others than yourself, although if someone is stupid enough to consent formally into being harmed, then it is another history", and with an interruption, she scratched her left eye for a few seconds, before answering to his other question, which now give it entirely away that he was at her:

"I like to play paintball, it is my favorite hobby, but sometimes I also like to just stop from everything and relax. I was born in Oslo in 2004, but my parents moved to Spain because of the Peak Oil in 2015, because they feared persecution because of the political beliefs of my father. Which in the end was deeply ironic"

"I am highly doubtful that Cocaine Cola would be accepted into the mainstream of Ixanian society due to its content which would most likely, in my opinion, provoke health experts and the like to condemn it. In Ixania, we generally believe in liberty as being able to do whatever you want as long as you do not harm others. We may be an absolute monarchy but we have plenty of civil rights including the freedom of religion and of association. For example, a Communist may publish a text about the abolition of the monarchy and he or she will not be arrested. Why did the Spanish government persecute your father? How is it ironic?"

"My hobbies are quite numerous; for example I love to spend time with my family and friends. I also work in my family's company and try to help out with family reunions. Whenever I am not working, I try to just enjoy myself. My philosophy of life is: Live life to the fullest."

"Здраствуйте," she said casually, speaking to the woman lest she think Nadia was trying to steal her boyfriend. "Я новая здесь. Меня зовут Надя." (Hello. I'm new here. My name's Nadia.)

After extending her hand to the woman, she joined the immediate discussion. "В Военно–воздышныее силы Каханистана, некоторый пользаем кокаину. Я не, а много населения штатский польают кокаины, тоже." (In the Kahanistanian Air Force, some of us use cocaine. I don't, but a lot of the civilian population uses too.)

"It is nice to meet you, Nadia. My name is Armin, Armin Karasov. I am a businessman in my family's soda sales company. Can I assume that Kahanistan has legalized cocaine?"

Nadia smiled and extended her hand toward Armin, since he'd spoken to her.

"Cocaine... cannabis, LSD, amphetamines, you name it," she said. "We tax them, and make plenty of money off it, given that our treaty with Praetonia doesn't let us tax all the businesses that've come flooding in and turning Kahanistan into a capitalist hell hole."

"I'm... a military officer." This was her career before being elected President, but she wanted to bury that mantle, for now anyway. She would probably go back to active command after leaving office, though, assuming the new government she expected to take over would let her. "You'd be surprised. Back when I was a wing commander, half my wing had snorted at least once, and there were a few who went into every mission they could coked off their ass. I never touched the stuff myself... if I needed to stay awake I drank coffee or tea. So, who's your friend?" she asked, nodding to the muscular woman in front of her.

Nadia smiled and extended her hand toward Armin, since he'd spoken to her.

"Cocaine... cannabis, LSD, amphetamines, you name it," she said. "We tax them, and make plenty of money off it, given that our treaty with Praetonia doesn't let us tax all the businesses that've come flooding in and turning Kahanistan into a capitalist hell hole."

"You are opposed to capitalism, Nadia? The Ixanian Empire, where I come from, does use capitalism but we are more of a mixed economy. We also are an absolute monarchy with limited democracy but with plenty of civil rights for men and women. I must say it is a pleasure to meet you. Do you also have a dislike for Praetonia?"

"I'm... a military officer." This was her career before being elected President, but she wanted to bury that mantle, for now anyway. She would probably go back to active command after leaving office, though, assuming the new government she expected to take over would let her. "You'd be surprised. Back when I was a wing commander, half my wing had snorted at least once, and there were a few who went into every mission they could coked off their ass. I never touched the stuff myself... if I needed to stay awake I drank coffee or tea. So, who's your friend?" she asked, nodding to the muscular woman in front of her.

"I believe that cocaine is illegal in the Ixanian Empire and its colonies and will most likely be for many years to come. As for my friend, this is Agathe Nansen who hails from the Confederacy. We were just having a nice talk before you came along, Nadia, but you are more than welcome to join in. The more the merrier."

Nadia smiled and extended her hand toward Agathe. "I'm a long-standing member of the Communist Party," she said, turning back to Armin.

"Kahanistan... has become a Praetonian protectorate. They fund our welfare system while our economy grows after the last war to appease the Communists, but they also encourage businesses to come in... and with the treaty the Communists can't do a lot about it, so they're losing power. I suppose it's better than starvation, but then, that's how wage slavery gets started... people think it beats starvation and sell out for a living."

Nadia smiled and extended her hand toward Agathe. "I'm a long-standing member of the Communist Party," she said, turning back to Armin.

"Kahanistan... has become a Praetonian protectorate. They fund our welfare system while our economy grows after the last war to appease the Communists, but they also encourage businesses to come in... and with the treaty the Communists can't do a lot about it, so they're losing power. I suppose it's better than starvation, but then, that's how wage slavery gets started... people think it beats starvation and sell out for a living."

Armin smiled. "The Ixanian Empire is known for its attempts to extend the hand of friendship to Communist nations despite ideological differences. Our government and corporations do care for the workers and Communists are allowed, by law, to criticize the government without fear of reprisal. They may even ask for the monarchy to be abolished and they would not be arrested."

"How has Kahanistan become a Praetorian protectorate, Nadia? As for wage slavery, I'm personally neutral on the whole capitalism-communism feud. Many Ixanians generally seek to cooperate with one another and to seek the general will of the people. Our economy has always been relatively good under shrewd economic planning."

"It started after the Second Doomani War," said Nadia. This was clearly an emotional topic for her; millions had been killed and billions enslaved. "We relocated to an island continent far from Haven, where we could rebuild and live peacefully without treading on anyone's holy ground, or sitting on someone's strategically important border."

"Of course, we'd lost our infrastructure, so we cast about for sources of funding and the Praetonian businesses came. The provisional government wanted to nationalise them once they got too big of an influence on the economy, and threatened to exacerbate income inequality, and that led to a confrontation in which we agreed to accept protection, in exchange for letting the businesses support the economy. I was opposed at first... but they have kept the militarist factions in check at least."

It started after the Second Doomani War," said Nadia. This was clearly an emotional topic for her; millions had been killed and billions enslaved. "We relocated to an island continent far from Haven, where we could rebuild and live peacefully without treading on anyone's holy ground, or sitting on someone's strategically important border."

"I have not heard of that conflict at all, Nadia, but perhaps you could enlighten me about it and why it was waged. Ixania has not had a major war since the days of its founder, Leto the Great, who lived centuries ago. Those days, as I read in school, were often bloody and chaotic."


"Of course, we'd lost our infrastructure, so we cast about for sources of funding and the Praetonian businesses came. The provisional government wanted to nationalise them once they got too big of an influence on the economy, and threatened to exacerbate income inequality, and that led to a confrontation in which we agreed to accept protection, in exchange for letting the businesses support the economy. I was opposed at first... but they have kept the militarist factions in check at least."

"Have you served as a politican in the nation of Kahanistan, Nadia? If so, do you still serve or have you decided to move on to another path in life? I'm just curious is all. I never even heard about your nation's feud with the Praetorians so this really is all new to me."

Apparently, he hadn't heard much of Kahanistan, either. Nadia had been elected president shortly after the rebuilding. Then again, she wasn't traveling with security or weapons, and she wasn't talking about the very high chance the Senate was considering a vote of no confidence in her. She didn't want to talk much about being a national leader and intimidating someone.

"Yes, I'm involved in politics," she said. "There are several theories as to the origins of the Second Doomani War. The Questarian Commonwealth, which at the time was allied to Doomingsland, wanted control of our eastern shores and a land path from Northford. At least, that was the excuse they gave... as a neutral nation we don't interfere with traffic by belligerent powers. It's no justification for war, let alone irradiating civilian populations." She seemed bitter and angry.

"Few of us believe that. It was in the Q.C.'s interest not to have a nation hostile to Doomingsland on their border. That is the most likely reason. Our ideology and that of Doomingsland almost diametrically oppose."

Lars came back to the main room after checking on the injured man. He overhead some of the conversation at the bar. Eh, politics... that stuff is way over my head. He decided to sit down on a nearby chair and wait for Katja to get back. He hadn't paid for his room yet, after all.

"Yes, I'm involved in politics," she said. "There are several theories as to the origins of the Second Doomani War. The Questarian Commonwealth, which at the time was allied to Doomingsland, wanted control of our eastern shores and a land path from Northford. At least, that was the excuse they gave... as a neutral nation we don't interfere with traffic by belligerent powers. It's no justification for war, let alone irradiating civilian populations." She seemed bitter and angry.

"How so?" Armin asked. "I must say that this conversation about the Second Doomani War, etc has enlightened my mind as to how the world's other nations live and interact. I don't recall hearing any reports about the Doomani War in Ixania though there may have been some. Ixania tries to be neutral but it is currently a member of groups such as the Hegemony....."

"Few of us believe that. It was in the Q.C.'s interest not to have a nation hostile to Doomingsland on their border. That is the most likely reason. Our ideology and that of Doomingsland almost diametrically oppose."

"Is Doomingsland an evil nation? What is that nation like?"

Robert climbed down from the steps of the bus. The trip from the airport had been a disaster. Too crowded , too noisy, and too long. He reached the bottom step and looked at his surroundings. What he saw pleased him. It was just what he'd been looking for. With his marriage in the toilet and the book writing going no where, his life seemed like a endless bad novel. He'd hoped this place lived up to it's reputation he'd heard so much about back home. He wasn't sure what exactly to wear today so he chose his pinned striped suit with the pale blue shirt and hoped for the best. He desperately wanted to get a good start on the book. His publisher had been pressuring him for a while now and he knew his time was running out. Robert ( Bob) walking into the lobby and his first impressions were of the sweet smell of incense and liquor. He noticed the bar from the first step and also how very dark and subdued the lighting was. He felt very comfortable right away. He knew he had enough money for a good long stay but didn't know if this was conductive to his writing. He HAD to get this project started. He had been too long alone now, and the small bathing suits he could see would certainly be a distraction. He walked up to the counter and hoped for any kind of lodgings. He didn't need the best or the most expensive. He was mentally exhausted. He longed for a place where his writers block would not fight him, his memory would give him peace and he could find a short bit of comfort, either in a drink or a soft woman to listen to his pain. Do you have any accommodations?

"I'm... pretty high up in the Communist Party," Nadia replied, figuring that Armin wanted to know how she was involved in politics, but still not wanting to spill the beans on her actual position despite the fact that there were likely other national leaders in the area.

"Doomingsland... well, yeah, they're evil. They have millions of slaves, capitalism runs rampant, they still have an Inquisition for hunting down heretics two hundred years after Inquisitions were disbanded in the rest of the world, and they think genocide is an acceptable tool of foreign policy. They call themselves Catholics, but they're nothing like the more mainstream churches. They are to Catholics what those maniacs in beheading videos are to Muslims."

"I'm... pretty high up in the Communist Party," Nadia replied, figuring that Armin wanted to know how she was involved in politics, but still not wanting to spill the beans on her actual position despite the fact that there were likely other national leaders in the area.

"I am somewhat high up in my family's company; I never really was fond of politics."

"Doomingsland... well, yeah, they're evil. They have millions of slaves, capitalism runs rampant, they still have an Inquisition for hunting down heretics two hundred years after Inquisitions were disbanded in the rest of the world, and they think genocide is an acceptable tool of foreign policy. They call themselves Catholics, but they're nothing like the more mainstream churches. They are to Catholics what those maniacs in beheading videos are to Muslims."

"To Kahanistan, the Doomani are evil because they are capitalistic religious fundamentalists who are fond of genocide? I can understand that you would heavily dislike them due to those things...but is capitalism really something that makes a nation evil?"

"Well, I'm a communist," said Nadia. "Even if you don't have a problem with capitalism, they keep human beings as goddamn slaves, and genocide is wrong no matter how you look at it."

She could also have added that religion was the opiate of the masses, but figured that it probably wasn't going to resonate so well with Armin, given that he apparently wasn't a communist.

Lars looked up and saw the man in the pinstripe suit who had walked in. "Just so you know, the owner is out at the moment. I think she should be back soon."

"Well, I'm a communist," said Nadia. "Even if you don't have a problem with capitalism, they keep human beings as goddamn slaves, and genocide is wrong no matter how you look at it."

"If I had a problem with capitalism, I doubt I'd be helping my family's corporation. Personally, I am indifferent towards Communism. Let them believe what they want. We all have the right to our own beliefs."

She could also have added that religion was the opiate of the masses, but figured that it probably wasn't going to resonate so well with Armin, given that he apparently wasn't a communist.

OOC: You could mention that if you want. Ixania is a religiously tolerant nation and atheists, freethinkers, etc are all given equal rights to Christians, Muslims, etc.

Does it cost anything to join the beach house?

Nadia nodded. She seemed to have little in common with Armin and attempted to initiate a conversation with the woman he'd brought.

"Didn't I see you outside earlier?" she asked. She'd been distracted at the time with the guy next to her and the loud BOOM! and the injured man, but she did recall seeing someone else there...

[No, it doesn't cost anything to join. Your character should probably bring a wad of cash for drinks, maybe whores if he / she wants one, and I think drugs too.]

As the imagery of something still blurry began to overcome her consciousness, Agathe simply remained silence, focusing into dismissing it while attempting to pay attention to the conversation the woman she have met before in the beach was having with Armin. As she heard about the military using cocaine, she coughed and began to take conclusions about the fate that Kahanistan has suffered, and on how they were not yet enoughly capable to offer then protection, while allowing them to preserve a socialist model. It was too late now, and soon it would become another land of surplus-value and capitalist pigs enriching with the sweat of the poor while they lived in luxury.

And as it came the mention of the Second Doomani war, Agathe could no longer hold it inside, and she lost again touch with reality as a new vision overwhelmed her.

´This time, the vision of an Olympic gymnasium, with the sensation of something hanging on her neck, and an incredible feeling of joy. It seemed completely alien to her such memory, as if forgotten. Applauses could be heard as her name was announced. "Marie Nansen", as the winner of the 2016 Olympic Gymnastics. The awe was immense, and all she hoped was to find her parents among the crowd. Looking at the organizer of the event, she asked as a much younger voice, of a early teenager came:

"Where are my parents? Did they come?"

"Please Nansen, come with me", the man said, as she left the gym with applauses, and came to a room with the man.

"I am sorry I have to say this, but your parents died in the Food Riots."´

The vision faded, and back to reality, Agathe looked at Armin and at the woman, replying to him about his question, while forcing back tears that insisted on coming:

"Armin, about my parents, the irony is that they left Oslo to escape from death, and in the end, were murdered by the same communists that they supported before. We had no stomping of fanatical subhumans from lands uncharted in our own maps, but we have suffered much. I have witnessed how oil can destroy any hope of peace, and I", she interrupted, sighing deeply and falling into a veiled silence again.

Nadia looked at Agathe and took her hand. "Yes, it's stupid to fight over resources rather than share them," she said sadly. "What... happened to your parents?"

She spoke in a soft tone that suggested that she wouldn't take offence if Agathe were to go into a tirade about how evil communists had murdered them. She'd heard enough communist bashing in 33 years to know that much of it was actually directed against Stalinist regimes rather than social democracies.

Sorry to hear she's not here. I was hoping for a room for a while. Do you think she'll be back soon? Bob had already decided that this was his kind of place. He walked into the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. The ice didn't even start to melt when he ordered another. The fellow in the lobby seemed like a nice enough fellow. What he really wanted was to get settled as soon as possible. He needed to forget his life for a while. His wife had found the neighbor more agreeable then himself. Bob felt that sick wave overcome him again, and he hurried the thought from his mind and took another swig from his glass. I wonder how one loses themselves in a place like this? He hoped he had gone far enough away from home to begin to recover and start again. Bob undid his top shirt button and finished his second drink. Perhaps he could invite that person from the lobby in for a drink with him. Someone to pass the day with till he could get a room. My name is Robert, Robert Terhune. Would you care to have a drink? Bob knew he was feeling slightly more "relaxed" and talkative then before he came in. This was the only person Bob had talk to in the last week, even if it was just a point of information. "Come join me for a drink?"

Katja bought some food supplies in, shortly followed by Mulberry who dragged the last few bits in.

She sat down and waited for it to get busy.

Thoughts swirled on her mind. The rumors, the turmoil of three factions fighting for power, or for the abolition of the same. Anarchists, stalinists and the government were in conflict. Little before his death, he told her that he was disillusioned with marxism, but never explained why. Perhaps something important was discovered, and Agathe quickly replied to Nadia about it:

"My parents. Some say the government killed them at that time, but I believe it were goons of the Communist Party of Spain, because I think my parents discovered their real agenda for the nation. Not that it will matter for much time, the time for payback is now on the way, and soon the Communist Party of Spain will be nothing but another forgotten bunch of mass-murderers facing 12 gauge justice.", she said, taking a deep breath, and continued with the tales of a soviet Spain:

"Sixty millions murdered in one of the greatest genocides of history, an Orwellian nightmare with touches of a Brave New World, people conditioned from birth to be slaves and sold overseas as slaves, more than fifty percent in horrible conditions and forced labor... that was their agenda, with their People's Republic of Spain, they've made Stalin purges look like a child's play. But Spain shall be free now, for the Confederacy can no longer tolerate the existence of such abomination. And now they will no longer sell any slave, for they have naval blockaded them, we are at war because of it... since decades ago"

Sighing, she seemed very nervous as she continued to speak about it, with tenseness visible as she began to chew her fingernails.

Katja spotted Bob.
'hey there....a newbie? what can I get you' she said her golden freckled face beaming. :fluffle:

Nadia put her arms around Agathe to console her. To her, selling one's own citizenry abroad was worse than invading and enslaving nations - not because her own people were somehow better, but because the government was entrusted by the people to protect them and betraying its duty of trust.

"I... never thought things were that bad over there," she said. Nadia figured that Agathe was probably nervous because she was talking to a communist about how the evil communists had murdered her parents. "I'm... sorry. I don't think like that, I believe that we're all equal and that communism was created to improve the conditions of the working class... not make them worse."

All this talk of politics made Nadia want something to drink. She wouldn't normally drink too much around a bunch of men for fear of being taken advantage of sexually, but Agathe looked like a strong woman. "Agathe... do you want to go up to the bar and get something to drink?"

Hey, My name is Bob and I desperately need a room for a while. I have been waiting for you and I sure like your place here. Anything as far as a room would be just fine. You must be Katja. I've heard so much about you and only hope it's all true. I just need a place to get my thoughts together for a while if that's all right?

It seemed like the time to pour down some bottles of Cocaine-Cola, specially as she reminded again why she never tasted it. For in the brass, all drugs, except for amphetamines and other stimulants, were forbidden and grounds for being fired of the company(in both business and military sense) as they were believed to drastically damage the physical coordination and intellectual capability of anyone. But on the other hand there was a certainty in her mind finding a can of Cocaine-Cola there would be as easy as finding a snow flake. Thinking again, Agathe found it better, as she would continue being a clean woman free of such addictions. Expectingly, she answered to Nadia what she thought:

"I know this subject is difficult, and let's leave it behind, for I am here just to forget a little of all. I do not drink alcohol, but I will find something for me.", she explained, and asked: "What would you want for drink? I can get it. I have all the time of the world now"

'I hope it is all good' she said with a blush.
'Of course, a room is the least we offer here, rooms start from £100 a week' she said smiling.
'Can I get you a drink?'

"Creme de menthe," said Nadia. She nodded and smiled. "I'm... trying to forget some things, too. Politics at home, for one." The Communist Party wanted things from her that she couldn't give, not without risking a destructive unwinnable war. The other parties would just as soon throw her out on her ass. She was, after all, far younger than most other national leaders, and had been asked to lead the country mainly because of her military reputation.

"So, what do you want to do here while you're away?"

I would love a drink..Bob was thankful for finally getting settled in. The thoughts of going elsewhere didn't appeal to him at all. Now unpacking, he found his laptop, sat it down and look at it as though it were his enemy. Bob knew it would be a struggle to bring the blank pages to life. He had done it before and the public had ate it up. He just had to repeat the magic again. But could he do it? He really didn't know. He sat there staring at the blank screen. The sound of laughter could be heard from outside. He knew in a instant it was a young woman. Walking to the window he saw her. She was wonderfully shaped, and bronzed from head to toe. What a beautiful creature. Bob knew he'd have trouble thinking clearly here, but it really didn't matter, watching her laugh with her bright white teeth gleaming in the sunshine. He removed his jacket which had become heavy with sweat and pulled at his sleeve, undoing the shirt cuff. Bob rolled his shirt sleeve till it brought the bruised portion of his arm into view. The needle would feel ever so wonderful tonight. He could rest in peace knowing he was safe at last. He could dream of Annie and the kids. Making time go backwards. Perhaps the thoughts of suicide wouldn't be so overwhelming tonight. Bob needed people in his life. He needed them soon........Katja herself was amazing..... Bob wondered......Bob wondered too much for his own good......He better not wear out his welcome so soon. He'd be watching her, for she was beautiful herself. Bob decided to slow his thoughts down. Only trouble could come of this train of thought....

OOC: who is Bob talking about? on the beach?

IC:
Katja could tell he was thinking and he was a worrier.
'So you need help settling your things in?' she asked, altering her bikini strap, she had a new purple skirt on, it was quite short,but she had some little shorts on underneath.

OOC: What exactly is going on? I want to know if there are any timeshare arrangements for one of the beach huts and if I could introduce an upper class businessman who lives in one of the beach huts 3 months of the year.

OOC: Uiri - that is fine, introduce the character and Katja will arrange with him :D

Lucian went to his room, it was getting a little late and he wanted to get some sleep on his first day. He'd be here for the entire summer most likely, as long as Greywatch kept out of trouble.

OOC: Gonna be gone prolly for the rest of the day.