NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a cold, cloudy, and otherwise gloomy day in Falkasia, evidence of the coming winter. The people milled about Falkasian cities doing their business... as usual. The military was on the parade grounds, training... as usual. The government workers were inside their ministries, vigorously typing and filing papers away... as usual.

However, today was far from a usual day. The first meeting of SNOWPEC was taking place, and in no place other than Falkasia. Three whole levels of the colossal Kazyenko Independence Tower had been renovated and refurbished for use by SNOWPEC. Everything pertaining to the organizations day-to-day operations; accounting, administration, research, marketing, etc would be housed here. And that would only encompass the first two levels. On the third would be world-class staterooms and lounges for the various SNOWPEC Executives and SNOWPEC Nation leaders to lodge in during their stay.

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At the base of the tower stood multiple security details overlooking the arriving limos, each occasionally glancing upwards towards the Tower and the low-hanging clouds that covered it. The guards were on full-alert, mainly due to the fact that a few other nations were less than warm towards SNOWPEC's icy propositions. Still, the organization had taken every precaution to ensure the safety of the executives and leaders.

As the limos pulled up, the guards quickly opened the doors for the arriving SNOWPEC Representatives.

A group of Kiravians arrived in a window-tinted, armoured limousine. Out stepped the Secriatist of Commerce, Lord Hæfeld, and several top snow industry executives. The Kiravians were comfortable in the climate of a fellow snow-exporting country, and wore their normal buisness attire. Meaning, of course, grey robes, tunics, and coifs, rather than those pointless Western tie-things. Like tying a noose around one's own neck! thought the average Kiravian.

Following the Kiravians a group of Tocrowkian businesswomen, the Reich's representatives in SNOWPEC arrived in another fully armored limousine. They were of course adjusted to colder climates, living in the Artic tundra of their home country their whole life. Carrying IDs, each of them presented them to the guards.

As the IDs were handed towards the guards and looked over, the representatives were admitted access to the building. Inside, another armada of guards was waiting to escort each group to the 159th floor where they would be lodged for the duration of the stay.

The Cookeslandic Delegation was the next to arrive, they unlike many of the other representatives, were not as used to the colder weather. It was much colder than it normally would be in the capital and they had come wearing warm coats on over their business suits.

The group stepped out of their heated limousine and presented their IDs to the guards.

Just like the delegates before them, the Cookesland executives were permitted access to the building and bidden to wait in the lobby until enough of the guards had returned from the higher floors to escort them up.