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Nanakaland Proudly Presents:
.::Christmas Party::.

As the sign up (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=102753) is now over, the Christmas Party in Nanakapolis will soon start. There are about 33 people attending. Sorry if you didn't sign up properly or if you just didn't sign up. Only those on the Guest List (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2331767#2331767) can attend.

Here's how it works. On the 24th through the 26th, there is a party in Government Castle, in Nanakapolis, in Nanakaland. You RP an arrival of the character(s) you have signed up. If you are not signed up, the strong guards (with guns) at the gate won't let you through. Once in, you celebrate and interact with others. This is a RP that can go any way.

Occasionally, there will be events during the party (like the lighting of the Christmas tree) that may require everyone's attention, but usually it will be a free RP that everyone signed up can interact. It is up to your imagination, basically almost anything in a normal Christmas party is there - and more. People can start RPing an arrival now, but remember, you must be already signed up in order to RP this. If you don't know what a roleplay is, I suggest you ask before you do anything else.

A boeing 747 screeched over the landscape, hugging the ground, going towards Nanakalands capitol cities airport. The pilot got on the radio.
"This is presidential flight 582 requesting permission too land. Priority Alpha-Zulu.(OOC:Second too top priority) Repeat requesting permission too land."

The Black car drove down the Nanakan Highway. The driver was coola nd serene. He was talking on his cell phone and then put it down as he reached an exit. The exit was to the Government Castle. He pulled up to the entrance. Many guards were standing with their guns ready to fire at a moments notice. The man rolled down his window and said,"My name is President Fred Lewis. I represent The Last Anarchy Order." Fred waited for them to let him inside.

*TRANSMISSION*
Red Tide airplane, land in Nanakaland National Airport. You have permission.
*END OF TRANSMISSION*

merry christmas!

A guard scans the guest list. "Ah," he says. "President Fred Lewis. Your number ten on the guest list. You have permission to enter."

"Roger that."
The plane swooped down onto the runway and taxied down too a housed off section of the airport. immediatly the side door opened and a ladder went up too it. 2 Current Gaurd-armed with their standard issue M60s-members began down the stairs followed by the Supreme Commander, who was followed by two more Current Gaurd members.
They promptly hustled the Supreme Commander into the limo that had been delivered earlier by cargo plane. Then drove too the govement castle. The Supreme Commander got out and said too the gaurds
"I am Supreme Commander Gregory of Red Tide. My bodygaurds here will help you gaurd the castle."

Fred parked his car and got out. He walked to the main entrance. He was ready to meet his fellow world leaders. He had a big suprise for them.

A black car pulls up and Adm. Handstand gets out and walks to the gate.

"Welcome," the guard says.

Thank you he said. Then he walk though the gates.

A second black car pulls up, and out steps Sovereigness Siobhan Kelley. With a warm smile, she approached the guards with identification at the ready, should it be required.

"You are permitted to pass," a guard says.

"Thank you, and have a good evening gentlemen."

She then followed a few other arriving guests inside.

a small 2-engined jet plane streaks toward nanakaland.

Inside;

"We are aproaching Nanakaland national Airport." reported the piloot to the planes 3 passengers.

"A7" Replied the president's daughter.

"hit and sunk" replied the president coolly.

"This is Nanakaland national airport control, identify your self." said a voice through the speakers.

"This is Presidential flight 668. Requesting permission to land."

"You have permission to land," said the voice.

"Permission Recived" replied a monotone voice.

the aircraft soon land. as it landed, a transport helicopter was busy unloading a jet black sports car.

the president and his family walked towards the car, and the president folded the front seat back to allow his daughter to board. shortly afterwords he got in, and sat in the leather paded drivers seat. his wife soon sat down in the passenger seat, and they where off towards the goverment palace.

The guards welcomed them.

[EDIT: I'm saving my long, detailed posts for the actual party, not for the guards allowing people in.]

The Royal Emina Jet nears Nanakaland national Airport, Lord AniX turns on his speakers. "This is Lord AniX, of Emina. Requesting permission to drop off my daughter, Princess Widow."

"Permission granted," said someone from the command tower in the Nanakaland National Airport.

The Royal Jet lands, and Offical of International Relations/Princess/Prime Commandess Widow stepped out. "When the party ENDS, just call me up, and I'll jet over." called Lord AniX, his jet moving away. Princess Widow wore a frown like no other. "Man, how the hell did I get stuck wearing this disgusting dress." she said, looking down at herself. He hair was curled and flowing, with two pink roses in it. The Back of her dress was light pink, and the front was white ruffled lace with fancy fancy desgins on it. A pink bow was on her chest, her wrists, and her hips. "I look like a damn fool." Nearly falling while trying to walk on her heels. "Yo, Guard. I'm here. I'm Widow of Emina." She said, waiting to be accepted.

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OCC: Sorry about the size. I cannot make it any smaller.
Edit:SIZE OF THE PICTURE. Crazy Host. :lol:

"You may enter," the guard says, suprised at the size of the dress she was wearing to this party.

.::BUMP::.

Gregory walked in and looked around hte room
OOC:Please post what the room looks like.

The entrance hall is decorated with the flags of the nations of the people that are visiting (done because of this party). It has a stone floor and stone walls, but a modern lighting system. The entrance hall is huge and there is a big door at the end of the hall that is locked (it leads to the Senate chamber). To the left (of the enterance door), there is three other doors, also locked. To the right (of the enterance door), there is five doors. Two of the doors are public bathrooms (well kept), one of these doors leads to the kitchen, and the other door leads to the dining room.

In the dining room, there are no doors except the way you enter (from the hall) and a door from the kitchen. However, there are many windows. There are four tables, with places neetly set. Each of those tables has ten seats. The dining room has stone walls and a blue carpet. There are massive chandeliers hanging over the tables.

The other room, not yet discribed, is the living room. In the living room, there are half a dozen windows and many sofas and chairs. In the center of the living room, there is a giant Christmas tree (the roof of the room is high, so there can be a huge Christmas tree) decked with many ornaments and lights. The floor in the living room is wooden, but the walls are stone.

Is that enough of a discription? It took me a while.

OOC:Its perfect... now to wait for someone too come up to me and start a discussion.

Siobhan wandered through the enterance hall, admiring all the different flags. She was eager to make new aquaintances, and so sauntered towards the living room. It seemed the natural place to go.

President Michael J. Smith walked out of one of the locked doors and then turned around, and locked it again with his key. He looked around the area to see who had already arrived.

Andrew arif walked in tothe room with the flags, followed by his daughter and wife. he stopped and looked around. his Daughter began to wander off, and he started talking with Gregory.

"So, how are you doing?"

*The Patoxian Speaker's Modified An-12 is nearing Nanakaland National Airport and the pilot pick up his radio*

"This is the Patoxian Speaker's flight, requesting landing clearance."

"Permission to land, granted," said the now very familiar voice at the Command Tower in the Nanakaland National Airport.

"Sir is this wise? We have little interest in the nations attending... I feel it an unessessary risk." the driver of the stretched black car (The Nibbleton Stretched Car ergo Limo) commented.
"Nitherean, you are not known for your keen eye of politics, security and intelligence yes, but politics is mine, that is why I am the chairman..." The Chairman smiled from where he sits "Besides I'm fed up of the clostraphobic atmosphere at home, the only time I meet anyone from outside is when I'm sorting out a war." he sighed as the car reached the gate...

The driver rolled down the window, and turned to the security guards "I'm delivering Chairman Donovan of Twy-Sunrats"

"Welcome," one of the guards says as he checks the guest list. "Number 25 on the list, Chairman Donovan, you are welcome here."

A sleak Merc pulls up to the gate. The chauffer jumps out and opens the door. Vice-President Lunsford steps out.

"So sorry. My brother couldn't make it, but I'm here in his place."

"Thank you sir," I say from the back with a smile and a nod, " I hope your evening is trouble free", as the driver moves the vehicle to the front doors, I get out and glance up at the grand doors and stroll briskly up the stairs...

Description,
Black longish hair with a pink fringe, brown eyes, pale skin, about 5,8" slim, wearing an understated suit, mid to late twenties,

http://airlines.afriqonline.com/images/2pln1831.jpg

The Patoxian Speaker's modified An-12 landed at Nanakaland National Airport. A few minutes later, Speaker James Dermont walked down the boarding stairs to get into a waiting Jeep. “Finally...” he sighed. He had been flying for quite some time in zigzagging directions with frequent stopovers thanks to the policies of NS Earth's various nations on flyovers.

They drove over to Government Castle and Dermont got out and followed the other arriving guests inside.

"You are permitted inside," said a guard at the gate to Twy-Sunrats' representative.

[EDIT: From now on, as long as you are on the guest list, you're allowed to land your plane and enter my party. It is a pointless, circular RP if the same thing keeps repeating with you asking for permission to do everything.]

Entering the hall and looking up at the assorted flags I smile, for the first time in years I remember why I lead my people, becouse I want to have them recognised by the world for the good people that they are. Glancing around the entry hall I look for the people with the drinks,

its xmass yeah !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

VP Lunsford walks into the main foyer, dmiring the splendid architecture of the room. Flags are hung for each nation represented, lit up artistically to compliment each unique design. Many pictures are hung up, depicting everything from famous battles to beautiful first ladies. Chairs are placed here and there, with famous people occupying them. A hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was. But what to his wandering eye should appear, but a beautiful lady, shedding one tiny tear.

(OOC) I like that last line!


Maybe we can get a mod to make this a sticky... twould be easier, twould.

Speaker Dermont turned around and looked out of a window as a man screamed out "Its xmas, yeah!!!" and then ran down the street laughing.

He then turned and remarked to the other guests, "They certainly love Christmas in this country, don't they?"

"So it would appear," she replied affably.

Finally...

President Lawrence arrived in his stretch limo. It stopped in the back entrance to the party, and he stepped out, with 3 bodyguards, and walked into the building. Everything looked so....expensive, even for President Lawrence's taste. But he loved it.

This party is going to rock. Nanakaland always throws some interesting parties.

Grins a moment, "It's heart warming really, nice to meet you, I am Chairman Donovan" extends his hand in freindship

"Whatever makes you cry?" asked VP Lunsford. "This is a party after all."

"I haven't anyone to dance with. Oh, to be alone on Christmas Eve!" sobs the woman, sinking into a chair.

"There, there. I haven't anyone to dance with, either. If you want..."

"Oh, really!?!?! OH, thank you so much! I'm Jennifer, by the way."

"S. Lunsford, Veep of Stevenopolisburgton, at your service."

I flit about looking for something to holdmy interest eventually coming to a window where I lean and stares out onto the glittering city beyond the buildings forecourt...

"So, where are you from, Ms. Jennifer?"

"Why, from here. I'm the daughter of the President of Nanakaland."

http://www.geocities.com/redfyre42/dermont.txt

Speaker Dermont walked about and admired the artwork and excellent craftsmanship of the furniture in the room.

OOC:
Just an excuse to put up a pic of Dermont I spent the past few hours on.

She wandered over to the man at the window and glanced out as well. "Anything interesting happening out there?"

"There is always something happening out there somewhere madam as I'm sure you're well aware, but as for the immediate view... just the quiet buzzing of a city readying itself for a long night of celebration" *turns away from the window offers a slight bow* "Chairman Donovan"

Shock crept into the face of VP Lunsford's face, but he quickly exchanged it for a warm grin directed at Jennifer. His heart began to beat at an odd rate. 'This is unusual. I'm typically easy-going around women, famous and not alike. What makes me feel this way?' He shrugged the feeling off.

"Of course. I should've known the president of such a beautiful country would have such a beautiful daughter."

"You tease. Quit trying to butter me up."

"What makes you think that? I was just complimenting you."

"Whatever. Follow me."

"Where are we going?"

"Yule see." (OOC-Get it? Yule, You'll? Hilarious)

"OKay..."

They turned and walked towards a hallway, Lunsford completely unaware of what was going on. 'This could be trouble. Of course, it might be the good kind of trouble...'

The president sat in the corner. He was compempating to tell everyone about what has happened. He worries about the security of the region. What should be kept secret, what should be out in the open? He also thought of what was going on in his homeland. Fred frequently thought of what was going through the mind of the VP. He waited for a call. A call that said the Vice President and most of the other government officials were killed. The entire time, he had his bodyguards on speed dial. Ready to fly strait into the airspace and get him.

The loss of his Grand Nephew also had him worried.[[OOC:see Realm of the Risen]]. Even though conflict with that part of his family had mostly seased, he still hadn't talked to Greg for awhile. One question had been flowing through his mind all night amoung the other millions. Should he resign and let his son take office or continue doing what he is doing.

Fred grabbed another glass of wine and downed it. It was only soon a day or two before the real news came out, news about the new defense system which had used most of LAO's funding. Again, Fred drank more wine. He began to walk over to one of the few quests that hadn't turned in for the night. It wasn't actually a guest, it was more of a janitor.

"Sovereigness Kelley. Pleased to meet you," she returned with a respectful nod of the head.

"Nanakaland certainly has a stunning palace.."

Princess Widow walked into the Living Room, sitting down on the sofa. "Well. Its offical. I am the stupidest looking person in the party. Hopefully, I just be able to chill here and I won't need to be bothered by anyone." she sighed, pulling out a magizine(Weapons Weekly) from the pocketbook her Father forced her to bring, and began to read.

OCC: Can someone interact with Widow. Due to her less then... social tendencies IC, I don't want to have her just greeting people left and right. However, she will talk to someone if they talk to her first. :lol:

Fred had just finished talking to the janitor. He walked into the livingroom. On the couch was who looked like Princess Widow. He approached her and then proceeded to say,"Hi, my name is Fred Lewis. I am the President of Th Last Anarchy Order. Are you Princess Widow?"

The hallway stretched on and on for what seemed like an eternity to Lunsford. The further he went, the darker the blackness, till it consumed almost everything and he was led only by the hand of Jennifer, taking him to an unknown destination. Thoughts flitted around in his head,drawing him into a world of thought and wonder. He stopped paying attention to his sorroundings until he bumped his shin, rather painfully, into something in the middle of the hallway.

"Ow!" Jennifer exclaimed. "Well, we're here. I guess I can clue you in now."

"Six years ago, my father started to throw these parties. It was a great affair, filled with people laughing, drinking, and having a general good time. At the end of all the celebration, daddy would give me a present.

"As times changed, and our government gained more wealth, my father gave me more and more extravagant presents. First, a fleet of boats. Not a boat, but a fleet of boats. Then, an airplane. Last year, it was this. I couldn't believe it. It was incredible, beyond ny wildest dreams. I loved my father even more after this. Oh, dear, I guess I'm rambling about something you don't know about-- or haven't even seen, for that matter."

Jennifer flipped a switch, bathing the area in a blinding light. Lunsford winced at the sudden unwelcome intrusion. Then, he was puzzled by what he saw.

OOC:This is not I repeat not Ocklawaha acting. This is a rouge terrorist group! Feel free to disregard this post. I am just having some fun.

The helicopter came in firing range of the guards. Heavy Machine Gun started firing into the guards. "Now go go go!" A rocket launcher fires two rockets into the mansion where the living room and dining room are.

[[OOC:I love that idea! If only Nanakaland would agree...this could be awesome! It would be Survivor Presidents:Rogue Terrorists.]]

((OOC: lol...makes me happy I'm not in either of those rooms :lol: ))

[[OOC:I think we should play out the whole terrorism theme. It would add a little bit more to it, and it could add to my announcement.]]

OOC:
Now to just wait for Nanakaland...

Too bad RP is now a complete standstill, until he comes back and makes a ruling on the 'rogue terrorist attack'. :(

OOC I go to sleep, leave my os upgrading, wake up it's all gone wrong spend four hours fixing my os and finally get online and boom terrorists have appeared... well I gain possession of "the time I lost between saying hello and the terrorists appearing, god bless time manipulation...

IC
"A joy to meet you Sovereigness, it is defenetly a nice palace, remindes me of the crystal halls of Annashan... I've only seen pictures of course as it was destroyed decades ago, the party building is nowhere near as extravegant but I suppose great wealth and prosperity bring such things, so mearly here for the pleasure of interacting with your peers or some sinisiter schema?" he leans back and twirls the glass of the wine a moment

OOC:
Personally I am not for the Terrorist Idea, but I'm not totally against it ether.

However, I have the feeling it would somehow turn into the movie Air Force One on the ground with several Harrison Fords. :)

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OOC The Twy-Sunrats Chairman sadly signs a waver which says "If caught by terrorists/dissidents/rebels/etc the elimination of the hostile party is more important than the life of the Chairman" as a Chairman can be replaced by anybody vs the potential harm caused to national stability by appeasing hostiles or showing that the Chairman is more important than a normal citizen (Ironically if it were not the chairman but any other citizen utmost care must be taken as long as stability is not threatened, the chairman has the power of overrulling in the case of everyone else...) funny really...

OOC:This is not I repeat not Ocklawaha acting. This is a rouge terrorist group! Feel free to disregard this post. I am just having some fun.

The helicopter came in firing range of the guards. Heavy Machine Gun started firing into the guards. "Now go go go!" A rocket launcher fires two rockets into the mansion where the living room and dining room are.

No. This RP is not for war, there is too much of this in the other RP. Besides Government Castle is right across the street from Fort Nanaka, you'd have to make it past AA guns. NO!

OOC :c) AAA, SAM, Flak... I'd have hoped so... 30 national leaders, local dignitaries and what not plus all of the "Personal drivers" and "Security guards" people have with them!

President Michael walked over to one of the locked doors, put his key in it, and opened it. There was a gigantic ballroom, with massive windows, great chandilers, and a nice wooden floor. The Nanakaland Symphony was there, too.

"now that is rather impressive!" he says nodding his head in the direction of the ballroom

"Merry Christmas," President Michael J. Smith says. "Or whatever you celebrate," he quickly adds, trying not to offend anyone. "Oh. I almost forgot." He presses a button on an odd-shaped remote control and the Christmas tree in the living room lights up.

Dermont goes over and looks at the tree, "Impressive Tree," he remarks, "is it real?" then turns around and sees the newly opened room "...Impressive sir, this party must have cost you and your nation a tidy sum..."

"Nothing sinister, I assure you. I'm here to broaden my somewhat limited social circles."

She smiled warmly and watched the lighting of the tree, and was once again impressed by the splendor of the room.

"That is really a beautiful decoration. Care to take a closer look?"

He bowes his head slightly in understanding "Leaders arn't supposed to have social circles, I'm sure it said that somewhere in the manual!" he smiles, "and indeed, I havn't seen such a splendid array in all my life..."

As Alan Belmore, arrived slightly late after his speech, he greeted the Security Gaurds and entred.

"SO! When do we eat?" Gregory yelled out of no where

"Soon," explains Michael. "The chefs are preparing the meal right now. I don't know the exact time."

Fred walked over to the President of Nanakaland. "Michael could i see you in private for about 5 minutes?"

"Okay," he replies.

A black motorcycle with the Republic's symbol on it pulled up. The driver gunned the engine a few times, and then turned the 'cycle off. The driver stepped off, and looked around for a moment before putting on a friendly smile and walking up to the guards.

"PR Duo Migashi. I assume you're going to want the weapons that are on me?" He said with his usual smirk.

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((Sorry about the image size, I can get another one if you want, but it doesn't look as good.))

Putting her magizine away, she sighed. "I might as well go and make small talk with some leader somewhere." Standing up, she smoothed out her dress, and walked up to the guy she thinks was introduced as from Twy-Sunrats. "Hey, Twy-Sunrats guy, what is up?" she said, hoping he wouldn't comment on her dress.

OCC: Please do comment on her dress. :wink:

"Then perhaps it is time to rewrite things."

She cast a cryptic look to the young lady in the rather...unique...dress who had just approached them.

"Once again, it has been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Donovan. I think I'll go have a look at that tree, but I would be delighted to talk with you again...perhaps after you have spoken with our young friend here?"

((And besides, why would terrorists be wearing rouge anyway? Unless they're...dundundummm...fashion terrorists...muahahahaha...))

After being let in, Duo wanders into the living room and stops before the gigantic tree.

"Shiny..." He murmurs, but quickly stops looking like an idiot in case someone he knew was here.

He looked around at the other official-looking people, and noticed he didn't know a single one.

((Oh yeah, Merry Christmas or other holiday everyone!!!))

OOC: President Lawrence is also anti-social, but he'll talk to someone if talked to first. Be careful not to offend him though, he takes his leadership role very seriously.

President Lawrence walks into the room with the Christmas tree and stares at it in awe.

its amazing...ive never seen anything like it.

After staring at it for 2 minutes, he walked over to a dark corner and sat down, but now, staring outside.

I wonder how my people are doing. Are they all having a good christmas? maybe i should have been there for them... no, i need to get out occasionally. i hope they understand...

"What... what is it?" Lunsford exclaimed. A shiny black rock blocked their path.

"It is... the Christmas Stone of Rowandal. It will grant two, and only two people, the wishes they desire."

Andrew Arif sat down on a coach in the living room. he smiled. he yawned. then he looked up at the Christmas tree.

"Impressive."

"I see..." Lunsford commented. "How did he obtain such a gift?"

"Well, he has been a generous benefactor to several countries in need of help. They have repaid him in what ways they can. One country, Rowandal, gave him this, since they had nothing else. Well, go ahead, touch it, then make a wish."

Lunsford's hand shook as he reached out his hand. He touched the smooth, round stone, and closed his eyes. 'What is the one thing I want most?' he wondered. He wished, then a bright light filled the room once again...

"Michael, I have some bad news. I have only one week to live. I have been diagnosed with some new disease. My son will take over after me. I need your support while this happens. I will announce all of this after we demonstrate the defense sustem."

"Sorry, the Wish Stone doesn't work for love-- especially on me."

"Darn. " Lunsford shook his head. "Well, I wish I knew why you were showing me this."

"That one doesn't even need a wishing stone. Follow me again."

"Not another hike...." Lunsford groaned. Can't we just go to the party???"

The Lord High Executor Frog makes his (very tardy) appearance at the party. He apologizes profusely to President Smith and presents as a gift three bottles of fine Saalian Brandy from the colony of Burgston City.

After some polite chit-chat with his Nanakan counterpart (including words of relief at the newfound stability that Bigtopia is experiencing these days), he locates a comfortable armchair with a glass of champagne and a shrimp cocktail, and watches the leaders come and go.

(OOC Note: Frog looks exactly like his counterpart from Chrono Trigger. That it, a 4 foot tall Frog who walks on his hind legs, wears armor, has a small medallion around his neck, a big scabbard for his sword which was left at home, and a big, comfy brown cape.)

Sipping a glass of wine, Siobhan left the leader of Twy-Sunrats with the young lady from Emina and made her way to the living room. There, she stopped for a few moments to admire the tree, which was even more impressive up close.

Melancholy and lost in thought, she found herself standing by one of the windows, gazing out into the night. The situation involving the terrorists in a neighboring country had been growing in intensity. She only hoped nothing happened while she was away. Nothing left to do now but to try and enjoy the holiday.

Smiling, she realized it was nearing dinner time.

From his post at the armchair, Frog noticed a guest bearing the colors of Gaeltech enter the room and examine the tree. He remained silent, observing her as she went through the room.

He was distracted by his pager going off. He silently read the message from General Roy in Burgston City: bandits wearing rouge had attacked a policman's ball. Fortunately the police had thought fast and managed arrest them all without mishap, and had also raised $25,000 when the time came for the plate to be passed 'round.

He ate another shrimp and looked up. The woman had gone over to the windows and appeared lost in thought. Frog sat back and relaxed. A brief look at his watch confirmed the fact that dinner was to be served shortly, and until then he could relax for the first time in a long while.

(OOC: I don't know what to do next with my part!!! HELP!!!)

From his vantage point at the armchair, Frog saw a young man enter the palace in no small disarray. Hr beckoned to a servant, who hurried over.

"Yes sir, may I be of assistance?"

"Two things, if you could. One, who is that man who just entered over there? Two, could you get me some more champaigne?"

"Certainly, monsieur. One second."

Frog sat back as the man bustled off to fufill his errands. A moment later he returned.

"The man is one Lunsford of Stevenopolisburgton. And here is your champagne sir."

"Thank you."

The servant hurried off to other guests in need of further refreshment. Frog ate his last shrimp and headed over to the newcomer.

OOC: There's something for ya. Enjoy!

Lunsford spotted a man hurrying towards the spot where he and Jennifer had entered the ballroom. He bent over and masked his loss of breath by feigning the need to tie his shoe, while asking yet another question

"What's the hurry? After all, it's a party, and all I've done nothing but run through this huge frickin' mansion all night. In fact I think someone wants to meet us. He's heading this way."

Jennifer sighed impatiently, then replied. "If you stall for too long, he'll have to come too."

"Fine." Then he muttered under his breath, "He'll be able to help if you turn out to be crazy..."

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!?!?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

(OOC: Thanks!!!)

Out of mild curiousity, Siobhan looked up at the couple who had entered the room. Odd, but it almost seemed that the man was out of breath. Do we smell a scandal or could this be purely innocent? Either way, it was a welcome distraction.

"Michael, I have some bad news. I have only one week to live. I have been diagnosed with some new disease. My son will take over after me. I need your support while this happens. I will announce all of this after we demonstrate the defense sustem."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Now let's get back on track for the demonstration," Michael says. "There are national leaders here, after all."

The giant, wooden doors of the Senate building suddenly swing open. Twenty-three year old Senator Thomas Smith, the President's son, had been in the halls of the Nanakan Senate all night. Senator Smith is much less social than his father. He didn't want the party, so before the guests arrived, he locked himself in the Senate Chambers.

After walking out, Senator Smith closes the doors behind him and locks them again. He walks straight past everyone in his way without saying anything and opens the middle door to his right (which is to the left in the discription - the Senate is on the other end - and is locked), which leads to a spiral staircase. He locks the door he has just went through and climbs the stairs....

[OOC: The party ends today - later tonight to be more exact.]

As Frog walked over to Mr. Lunsford, he noticed that the man was out of breath. Worried about some unknown assailant waiting outside, Frog paused just a split second, enough to assure himself that this "Lunsford" was not being followed.

But then he noticed a young lady following Lunsford. It did not take a genius to put two and two together. Frog shrugged and stepped foward to introduce himself to this Lunsford.

"Hello, sir. My name is Frog, of the New Montreal States. And you are..."

Siobhan stared after the man who had appeared from nowhere, and disappeared behind another locked door. Interesting. She then made her way slowly towards the winded man to investigate.

OOC:Sorry I wont be here because I have to go to a scuba dive camp in Florida

The assassin from the Holy Mercenaries was among the crowd, with a mission to kill Nanakaland's president. As the dining room was getting set for the closing feast, on of the waiters pulled a pistol. He then started to search for Michael Smith.

"Attention!" President Michael shouts. "Nanakaland is sending some Elite Special Forces into the building. I have reason to believe that there is an assassin among us!"

"An assassin?" That's not what anyone wanted to hear. Perhaps they had all placed too much trust in Nanakaland's security checks.

Gregory froze.
"An Assasin?"
And then-being the paranoid coward-he is he yelled
"SOMONES AFTER ME!"
Then ran too the corner and curled up in a fetal position whimpering...
"Dont kill me."
OOC:LOL!

"An assassin?"Turning quickly, Princess Widow frowned. "Here I am, dressed like a Escapee from Barbie's Tea Party, and someone fun happens, and both my lack of weapon and my limiting clothing prevents me from participating. Lucky, I got a plan." Ripping off her dress, she revealed that underneth the dress was a full suit of Body Armor. Sans weapons, of course. "Good thing I was training right before this." Reaching into her bag, she pulled out what appeared to be lipstick, and openned it, as a small disc came out. "Attenion World Leaders and whatnot. I am not only the Princess of Emina, but the Prime Commandess of its army. I'm trained for this kind of thing. Anyway, This disc is magnetically charged. At least that is what the scientists say. Anyway, it should, in theory, pick up every metal object in the area, including the weapon, if placed on a large magnetic surface. Is there like a metal table or something? BTW, If you got any metal non-weapons upon you, give them to me. This bag prevents magnetic waves from entering. In theory."

OOC: Sorry my character will not be here, well, because I was gone for x-mas and it seems I missed a lot with this story. Merry X-mas all. Keep it real.

A team of security forces surrounds the area and arrests the assassin from Holy Mercenaries.

"What an outrage! An assassin! oh well, at least no one was harmed," said President Fred Lewis. "Michael, should we tell everyone about the defense system now?"

Speaker Dermont still surprised by the spectacle, walks over to Princess Widow, removes his belt and reluctantly hands his ceremonial saber (still in it's sheath) to her. "If it's in the interest of security here.. here is the 'Sword of the Confederacy', a symbol of executive power in our country... and miss, I'm going to have to ask for it back after this situation has ended.”

OOC: Nanakaland allowed this, See: the Sign up (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=102753&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=40)

Before Lunsford could answer the fellow who had addressed him, someone yelled something about an assassin.

"F***!!!" Jennifer yelled. "This was what I was trying to prevent!!!" She grabbed Lunsford and the unknown man and ran for the podium.

Princess Widow took the sword and attached it to her side. "Thanks. I think the Assassin is gone, but I think we should stay alert. Assassins usally come in threes. I'll be sure to give you your sword back, I got my own at home. " said Widow, finally happy to have a weapon in case of an emergency.

andrew arif, who had been having a cup of chai and a cookie, had be now jumped up and dashed to to the nearby military base.

"you, i need a weapon, emergancy at the goverment palace>"

with, that the officer handed him a AK-47, and the president dashed off.

"gaurds, i need to get in. there is an assain."

with that, he rushed in side, and caught a shadowy figure by his cloak.

"Your under arrest, mister." he said to the assain, holding the AK-47 in one hand.

"Fine. but take this" with that, the assain punched andrew arif in the head, knocking him out.

Fred seen it happen. The assassin now had an AK. Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. On the side he pressed a button. A site podded out of the side. Fred aimed the phone at the assassin and applaied pressure to the other side of the phone. The antenna ripped out of the phone at alarmind speed. It launched it self into the side of the assassin's throat. Blood and skin spattered along the wall.

"That'll show 'em. Any other takers?" said Fred cockily.

At that moment, Fred felt a sharp pain in his side. He fell down to the ground. He coughed up blood onto the ground. A servant rushed over to him. "Call the paramedics!"

"but, but, but..." Dermont stammered, "I was only handing it to you, as not to screw up that weapon detecting thing of yours, not so that it could be wielded by you!” and then he whispered, "Besides if anyone should wield it should be me, the use of swords is popular in Patoxia, heck we've passed laws dealing with 'affairs of honor', and I've had a sword at my side since before I can remember."

A second assasin was supposedly in the house...or at least that was the rumour. Frog began looking around for some kind of hiding spot or weapon that he could use.

Then it was too late.

A man dressed entirely in black jumped out of a full-length curtain and fired at Frog with a handgun. He missed and aimed for another shot, but never got it off as Frog jumped on him and subdued him. He then proceeded to shoot the assasin with the handgun as a safety precaution - a good idea as the assasin had on him a pair of katanas as well as several dozen shuriken, a couple of extra pistols, several knives and daggers of varying size and make, a smoke grenade and a concussion grenade, and finally a cross carved onto his shoulder with a spear - the sign of Holy Mercenairies.

Frog then proceeded to check on Lunsford and his young wench, to acertain their safety. From the noise in the other room he was rather assured that everything was okay, or as okay as it could be with a party under attack.

Lunsford appearing fine, he went over to the other room where he found Last Anarchy Order's President on the ground, victim of a stroke or some other internal illness. He spoke to a servant, and then went out to see the ambulances pull up. The night was going from bad to worse, it seemed.

Dermont heard a commotion behind him as he was talking to Princess Widow and turned to see one assassin dead on the ground in front of the window, another laying in a pool of blood with an AK-47 in his hands, and Presidents Fred Lewis and Andrew Arif unconscious on the ground.

"Ye Gods!", he exclaimed, "What in hades happened here?!!"

OOC:
Christmas Party Body Count:
2 Dead.
2 Injured.

...and I thought this would be a peaceful RP... :?

"Well," states President Michael Smith. "It's time for the closing diner. Holy Mercenaries have failed again trying to assassinate me and my allies. Now, take a seat in the dining room and let's eat!"

((OOC: Are seats assigned or do we just pick one?))

[OOC: Pick a seat.]

Still in a mild state of shock over the sudden appearance and subsequent exit of the assassins, Sovereigness Kelley somehow made her way to the dining room and claimed the first available seat she came across.

OOC: Sorry I could not post much, I was unable to get to the computer for a surprisingly long time.

IC:
Alan woke up. He had slept most of the party! He couldn't bnelive it, he was looking forward to it aswell! Clambering out of bed Alan rushed down to the dinner table where the last supper was being dished out. He got to the room and was astonished to see he was the only one in the room. He took a seat and waited for others to arrive.

The President walks over into the dining room and sits at the top end of the biggest table.

[EDIT: It's his party, after all.]

Alan saw the president of Nakaland arrive at the table 3 seats up of his. Alan got up and greeted him.
"Hi, sorry I've been asleep for so long, must have been the jet-lag!"

"That's okay," replied President Michael. "You only missed a few assassins."

As Frog strode in, he was wondering was everyone was staring at him. Since he was more of a social caterpillar than a social butterfly, he was embarrased beyond belief. The he realized that the assassin had bled all over him.

Frog sprinted for a seat, and as he sat down most people seemed to resume their previous conversations. He was sitting next to Euroslavia's president on one side, and some unknown national leader on the other.

"That's okay," replied President Michael. "You only missed a few assassins."
"Really" Exclaimed Alan "Did anyone perish?"

"Ask the representative from New Montreal States," replies the President. "He looks like he's bleeding."

"Ask the representative from New Montreal States," replies the President. "He looks like he's bleeding."
"Do you think I should call an ambulance on my Moblie (Cell) Phone?" asked Alan.

"To tell you the truth," replies Michael. "I think that the assassin bled over him."

"If I am not mistaken, gentlemen, I believe it is not his blood."

Siobhan had been sitting nearby, and had found occassion to speak up. Afterall, she had played the witness to most of the activity regarding the assassins.

"To tell you the truth," replies Michael. "I think that the assassin bled over him."
"So who did die?" Enquired Alan. "And why was the assasin bleeding over the President of New Montreal States?"

Andrew Arif woke up. he then realized what had happened. "the assain most of kicked me in the head." he thought. he went to the his room to check if his family was alright, and they where, and he continued to the dinner table. he picked a seat next to alan of the Belmore Family, and reached for a small Cheese-covered nacho as an apatizer.

President Lawrence got up from his seat in the corner, and sat in a seat where no one else was...sitting next to him.. at the time.

Alan shook hands with Andrew. He was unsure of this charcter, why did he have a bruise on his head? Alan approached him with this question.

"Well, Premier Belmore," said Frog. "The assasin attacked me but missed, and I managed to knock him down. He was reaching for some other weapon so I decided to take the gun that he had dropped and then I shot him with it. Since I was standing on top of him at that moment I suspect some of the blood got on me. Nothing a little bleach won't fix."

Frog sipped his aperatif. "By the way, President Smith," he added. "The assassin's body is ruining the very nice carpeting by the Christmas Tree. I don't know if the servants have cleared it out yet."

"Don't worry," President Michael Smith replies. "The soldiers that came in here removed the bodies."

"Well, Premier Belmore," said Frog. "The assasin attacked me but missed, and I managed to knock him down. He was reaching for some other weapon so I decided to take the gun that he had dropped and then I shot him with it. Since I was standing on top of him at that moment I suspect some of the blood got on me. Nothing a little bleach won't fix."

"Lucky I was asleep!" replied Alan. Turning to the President of Nanakaland he asked "Wow, your nation is stunning. Is there any chance of me making an official visit sometime next year?"

"Yes," replies President Smith. "Maybe you could visit to open an embassy in the new Diplomatic Quarter opened very nearby this very building."

Frog sat back in his chair. Dealing with assassins was hungry work, and the hors d'oeuvres were gone. He wondered what culinary delicacy would be served as the main course...

A French chef had prepared a fancy course, which was brought to the hungry crowd of national leaders.

Alan shook hands with Andrew. He was unsure of this charcter, why did he have a bruise on his head? Alan approached him with this question.

"that assain kicked me in the head." he replied.

Princess Widow went to go take a seat. "Oh. I was bluffing. This is just a laser pointer. I was reviewing attacking position." She tossed the sword back to the guy and took a seat far from the others. "Damn. So close to having a weapon."

Princess Widow went to go take a seat. "Oh. I was bluffing. This is just a laser pointer. I was reviewing attacking position." She tossed the sword back to the guy and took a seat far from the others. "Damn. So close to having a weapon."

A little annoyed, Speaker Dermont put his saber back on and took a seat at the table.

Princess Widow went to go take a seat. "Oh. I was bluffing. This is just a laser pointer. I was reviewing attacking position." She tossed the sword back to the guy and took a seat far from the others. "Damn. So close to having a weapon."
Alan reconised the lady with the laser pointer. She was the Princess of Emina. Alan walked up to her and began to talk about Hockey. "So, ma'm I here you were in the FHWC."

Frog set to it with delight. The meat was well cooked but still a little pink, just like it should be. The sauce was delicate and complimented not only the meat but the potatoes as well. The choice of wine was superb - a fine vintage from Bigtopia that went very well with the meat.

He sat back, feeling filled, and poured himself a bit more wine. He looked around, having gotten over the scare earlier in the day.

Andrew Arif relaxed. the meat was perfect. well cooked, with an execellent sauce poured over it. the wine was a bit heavy, but good, and the vegtables where slightly boiled, and perfect.

Alan rushed back to his seat. Food was being served! He looked at the meat. He could not wait to tuck in. As he took the first bite he could feel the liquids from the meat swirling around his pallet. The sauce gave excellent compliment to the meat.

President Michael Smith was glad that all of these people could forget their differences - and eat together.

andrew arif had just finished off his second helping of vegtables, when he sighted a batch of perfectly prepared potatoes being carried to the table. his mouth watered at the wonderfull smell.

Queen Corylus Americana of Contorta extends her most sincere apologies for arriving late due to domestic problems within the Royal Family of Contorta and requests that she may join the on going celebrations in Nanakaland.

You may join in.

Queen Corylus Americana of Contorta takes an nearby empty seat at the table and begins to load her plate with some of the remaining feast grateful that she has not missed the party and that there is still food remaining.

Speaker Dermont started eating the wonderful meal that the Nanakan chefs had prepared, he couldn't remember when he had last had food this good. Patoxia was mostly being supplied by the rest of the USSR these days, and the country seemed be just skirting edge of a major shortage, perhaps the attempts at hydroponics would help ease the burden a little. In any case, he reminded himself to complement the chefs later.

andrew arif sunk his teeth into the potatoe. "it is too good, i must be in heaven", he thought.

"Sorry everyone, am I late?"

"Just a little," President Michael Smith replies. "You've just walked in during the feast."

"Once you finish eating," the President announces, "you should go outside to the front of the building where a New Year's firework show is going to be."

Speaker Dermont finished his meal, poured a glass of brandy and then stood up. "President Smith, Let me be the first to thank you for the wonderful party, and if everyone concurs... I would like to prose a toast" Dermont declared.

Dermont stood up, raised this glass into the air, and spoke:
"To President Smith and Nanakaland, who have been and continue to be an shining beacon of light for this dark world. I cannot think of a more honorable president and nation to toast to tonight, and we wish you a bright an successful future! Oh, and good luck with the Elven Rights campaign!"

"Once you finish eating," the President announces, "you should go outside to the front of the building where a New Year's firework show is going to be."

"Wow, that was a great show! Who set that up?"

The Fireworks Show (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=110249) (so you know what your characters saw)

"Wow, that was a great show! Who set that up?"

"The government set up the show in Nanakapolis and the Nanakan Highlands," President Smith replied. "However, some of the shows in other locations were privately sponsered."

Frog sat back, awed at the brilliant Pyrotechnic display that President Smith had put on for his nation. The evening feast had been pleasant, the bloodstains would come out eventually (he really needed to buy a new cloak anyway) and he had enjoyed his respite from the troubles of life and the multiverse, however fleeting it was.

"Did you like the show?" Michael asked.

“That was a most excellent show President Smith,” Dermont replied, then his expression turned dour. “but, I must however leave now, there has been news of a terrible tragedy in Patoxia, and I must see to my nation.” and with that Speaker Dermont left and got into a waiting car.

--- Double Post ---

"I realize that many of you must now go," announces President Michael Smith. "However, there may be more parties later on."

OOC:
For what happened see: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=110363

OOC:
For what happened see: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=110363

Okay.

This should be archived.