NationStates Jolt Archive

Wesley Camomile had boarded the DoSA Silenkov bound for Vanderheusen in good spirits. This was the first time he had been entrusted with a mission abroad and he was hoping to make the First Speaker proud to have picked him. Not being a specialist in objectivism he had downloaded some basic files to make up his reading for the trip. Given what he knew about it already about the philosophy he was a little anxious about how well the two systems would mesh. Filled with good intentions he settled down into his seat but the comfortable seating of the diplomatically refitted Silenkov and the weariness he’d inherited from his send off party conspired against him and he drifted into a pleasing sleep.

The plane jerked slightly and Wesley heard the pilot announce that Grey Goose 2903495 was beginning its descent. Shocked that he could have slept so much of the flight away and mildly embarrassed at his lack of preparation Wesley scrambled for his notes only to be distracted by the island’s beauty. Having heard it described as heaven on earth he could only agree as from this height Vanderheusen was stunning and from what he could see lacked heavy urbanisation; though from such a brief glance he could easily have been mistaken. Still it was the philosophy of objectivism combined with Council Anarchism which supposedly made this island idyllic and Wesley would have to land before he could assess the truth behind these claims.

The Silenkov touched down smoothly and came to a stop. After stealing about ten minutes to look through his now disorganised notes Wesley rose from his seat and headed for the exit interested to see what awaited him.

The citizens of the world's first and only Council Anarchist nation treated the day of Camomile's visit like they would have treated any other day of the week - either they had to go to work and earn money for themselves or rush off to school before the teachers reprimanded them. All over the capital were people enjoying themselves with whatever they could get their hands on. After the DoSA Silenkov had smoothly landed upon the runway at the local airport, Wesley was immediately greeted by a group of local officials who welcomed him in English although there was some French words uttered. The leader of this group just shuffled Wesley into the waiting motorcade and, in French, ordered the chauffer to commence driving to the location where the meeting would be held. Jean Marchand would represent the Community - Camomile was told - as they drove deeper into the city with the locals curiously staring at the motorcade as it passed their businesses. There were posters on poles and walls advertising the newest album of Velvet Hammer - an all female French industrial metal band - which many people in the Community had loved.

It did not take too long for the motorcade to arrive at the Foreign Affairs offices where Marchand would be waiting for his counterpart - probably looking over his own notes while he waited. Camomile was escorted into the building - clogged with workers and decorated with national emblems - and, after a while of walking and guidance, he entered the office of Jean Marchand, a dashing, handsome gentleman who had been one of the associates of Katherine Gauthier - he was in charge of foreign relations. In French - then English - he welcomed Camomile to Isle Vanderheusen before inviting him to take a seat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Camomile. I hope our meeting today is productive. First of all, I believe we ought to discuss the opening phases of the creation of diplomatic relations between our two nations. Wouldn't you agree?"