NationStates Jolt Archive

Christelle sat at the bar, sipping at her tea, casually listening to the gossip and looking round the room. While the conflicts went on inside the General Assembly, this room at least felt peaceful. For now.

After a moment, her gaze rested on Christopher, sitting off to the side. A grin lit up her face, and she walked over to him.

"Christopher!" she exclaimed happily, and joined him, leaning over to kiss him.

"How's your day been?" she asked him, gazing at him, happy just to be near him. "I've missed you," she added softly.

Cami Langdon had a headache, for the second time today. The first, due to a slight hangover, had been defeated with the help of good coffee, a healthy breakfast, and a couple analgesic powders that morning. She fervently hoped the second, caused by tension over the Humane Treatment Act, would be vanquished by some liquid relaxation in the Stranger's Bar.

She was dressed more casually than usual, after having spent the day getting her office unpacked and organized. Overall, she was pleased with the effort her staff had put forth today, and the majority of the work was done. Cami sincerely hoped she would get to stay around to enjoy it, but her fate depended on the defeat of the HTA.

After ordering an ale, Cami's mind drifted right back to the issue. She had found it difficult to argue against the opinions of her friend, Christelle. In fact, she had to agree with many of Christelle's comments. Not all nations who did allow the death penalty, would use it with the same restraint. The only way to ensure that those nations would be curbed, would be a ban against it. However, the ban would only affect UN nations, and there was nothing to stop those nations who didn't like the ban, from leaving the UN.

While philosophically, she could agree with the reasons that one would be against the death penalty, she also found justification to uphold the use of it. In her nation, sentencing one to death was a long and exacting procedure, used as punishment in only the most abhorrent crimes, where no hope of rehabilitation was found, and with the firm belief that the convicted felon would in fact, continue to commit such crimes, should the opportunity ever present itself again.

Perhaps, she mused, our religious factions are what creates this difference. Her nation's faiths primarily believed in one God, a loving God, and there was justification found in almost all of their major religious works, for the "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" philosophy. This was almost never taken literally by their judicial system, but it certainly provided a basis for their belief that under certain extreme cases, the death penalty was in fact, an acceptable option.

Cami sighed again, and took another sip of her ale.

*sipped my drink and read my Star Trek book... nodding as the Ariddian Ambassador joined the Islenskan Ambassador, but frowning to see that the Drae Nei Ambassador seemed trouble...*

Trouble shared is trouble halved...

*gets up and approaches the Drae Nei Ambassador...*

Excuse me... but it looks as if you could use a friendly ear... I have two of them if you wish to talk..

*smiles softly and encouragainly...*

The new Wateranan born representative to the UN entered the bar and grabbed the first empty barstool he saw. After what he'd just seen, a large rum was exactly what he needed to get his nerves back under control.

The first place he had visited after arriving was the GA chamber. Taking a slow measured look around at the chaos in there and his fellow reps all busy defenstrenating each other, only one thought pounded through his horrified mind, 'What the hell have I agreed to?'

After Witchcliff pulled out of the UN, and was replaced by a nation of Klingon barbarians (though he was careful never to say that anywhere a Klingon could possibly hear), he, Wally Mossop, was asked by them to handle Kolothland's UN affairs and represent their interests, as diplomacy certainly isn't a Klingonese strong point. Not to mention sitting around debating mundane subjects is way beneath any warrior who values honour through battle. Much more suited to a human who has been promised rich rewards and assured the hardest work he'll ever have to do is seducing the other reps secretaries.

It seemed a cushy proposition, so he'd grabbed the chance and gladly signed the contract. Now that he'd actually seen the UN however, only fear of what the Klingons would do to him if he broke that contract was stopping him from turning around and going straight back home. 'I'm trapped in a bloody madhouse,' he thinks to himself in despair.

Originally posted by Steweystan
Excuse me... but it looks as if you could use a friendly ear... I have two of them if you wish to talk..

Startled out of her reverie, Cami looked up at the question, to see the Ambassador from Steweystan standing near her.

"Oh, by all means, please have a seat. Michael, wasn't it? Should I call you Michael?"

Cami gestured for him to take the vacant stool next to her, as she continued.

"It's just this blasted debate regarding the HTA. I can't vote for it, and if it passes, I don't believe we will stay as a UN Member..."

*sits down on the stool next to the Ambassador from Drae Nei, letting my dark green robes flow around me...*

Please... I prefer to be called Stew when not being "Official". Hehehe...

Yes, the HTA and the Death Penalty issue is a rather... pointy thing, isn't it?

You are the Regional Delegate for your Region, are you not? You have a heavy load trying to balance the needs of your own Nation... and the desires of the others in your Region. My Regional Delegate hasn't been seen for a couple of days now...

*shrugs*

You are worried that your Nation will be forced to leave the UN in order to maintain it's rights, correct? Have you asked your Government what it intends to do if this vote goes in favour of the ban? Pardon me for saying, but it's a little unfair that they toss you this load without letting you know what they plan to do if one event or the other occurs...

Will they weigh the greater good your Nation has been able to do- and the good that come to your Nation from this association against the possible harm leaving would do... or will they take this one opposition so to heart that they deny the world the insight that your Nation offers?

I know what my Government will do. If the ban goes through, we will adapt to the new world, since change is inevitable in all things. If that requires us to research new methods of rehabilitation, so be it.

Having met you, however, I certainly hope that your Nation will remain a Member, so that your insight, knowledge, and dedication to what you feel is right can provide support and hope for others that feel the same with you. After all, if one soldier leaves a battle... that's lessens the chance of a fair fight...

*sips my Nadia Blue wine...*

Sorry for being long winded... been listening to too many of our colleagues in the GA. Hehehe...

"Alright then, Stew it is. And I am Cami Langdon. You are right sir, it is a sticky situation. I am now awaiting the opinions of my fellow UN nations from our region."

Cami took a sip of her ale, and smiled at Stew. "So far, while the danger does exist in extremist nations bringing this to a close vote, I suspect, from the debate of the last few days, that it will not pass."

"However, if by any chance it should, I suspect we will actually follow the example set by Ariddia, and create within our nation, another nation, created solely for the purpose of affecting UN legislation, for the betterment of all, but not binding on us personally."

"May I buy you another drink, Stew?" Cami smiled at him again. "And may I say, congratulations at surviving your recent assasination attempt!"

*smiles brightly, and nods...*

Thank you.. Cami... I would greatly appreciate another drink. This place serves my Nation's wine at just the right temperature...

*chuckles...*

Yes, there is danger in the vote going through... but isn't Living a dangerous act in itself?

*smile a lopsided smile and raises an eyebrow at Cami...*

I do not think this vote will go through... There are still arguments about it's being an illegal proposal... beside, I'm sure this particular issue has been fought numerous times before as well.

Thank you for congratulating me on being alive. Hehehe... It certainly made my Induction a memorable occaison.

*gives a wry smile*

That idea of the Nation within a Nation is a good tactic... you can affect change outside without outside changes affecting you... let's a Nation grew more organicly, doesn't it?

*shifts a bit, and the Star Trek book flops onto the floor...*

Hmmmm... I should get better pockets, eh?

*picks up the book and places it on the bar top...*

What do most of our colleagues do when not evading the issue?

Cami orders a round for the two of them, and smiles at Neville when they are promptly delivered.

"Well, most spend time here, or actually doing the more arduous work of the paperwork which always follows the floor debate. My time has been taken up mostly with getting our new offices set up, communicating with my government, and the other nations of my region, for the last few days."

Laughing, Cami continued, "That's been quite enough!"

Stew smiles and sips my wine...

"Hmmmmm... Not bad. I'm still waiting for my request for an office to be approved after having accidentally been directed to the wrong one. My stuff is currently in a broom closet."

Stew taps the book on the bar top, pondering something,

"Tell me Cami... do you read...?"

"Well yes, I do, Stew, as does every other delegate here, I suspect. But like most of my aforementioned colleagues, most of my reading is nonfiction, and job related. In my free time, if I read, it is usually biographical or historical works, not necessarily related to my own nation."

Cami took another sip of her ale, then added, "I have a degree in Anthropology, and I am always interested in learning about other cultures."

Smiling, Stew gives the book on the bar top a final tap and pushes it towards Cami, letting her see that his name is at the top of the book under it's title, Star Trek.

"In that case, you may have an interest in this book. I myself have a degree in History and Literature... and well..."

Stew blushes slightly as he removes his finger from the cover of the book to take a sip of his wine.

"I even wrote a book. It's about my Nations first attempt at Space Exploration to the moon... not a very successful attempt, I'm afraid- but still a note worthy one. You would learn much about my Culture in this book, and how it can affect a Nation's progress."

Looks at the book, a bit of a frown on his face.

"Please, take it as a gift from me to you... the beginning of a Culture Exchange, you might say."

Stew smiles broadly at Cami.

Originally posted by Waterana
The new Wateranan born representative to the UN entered the bar and grabbed the first empty barstool he saw. After what he'd just seen, a large rum was exactly what he needed to get his nerves back under control.

Cami had noticed a new face at the bar, and asked Neville to send over a drink, with her compliments.

Returning her attention to Stew, Cami smiled, and expressed her thanks at the unexpected gift.

"Why thank you, Stew. Hopefully, I'll have time to get to it soon, but I will definitely put it on my reading list!"

Stew bowed his head politely, smiling before indicating the newcomer.

"The UN seems to be growing rapidly. I hope that book can offer you insight into how my people think when time comes for us to Diplomaticly tell each other "You're wrong," on the GA."

Smiling, Stew chuckles before taking another sip of his wine, a soft beep at his wrist drawing his attention.

"Sadly, I must retire for a bit, but hope that we may talk more again at a later time. And I hope that you do not have to leave the UN, it would be a dimmer place I think with one less smile around."

Stew bows politely before heading off to his accomodatons.

Cami nodded at Stew, acknowledging his departure, then turned her thoughts to other things. She needed to design the appropriate invitation, to their open house.

She was very pleased with the looks of the suite at this point. It wasn't ostentatious, but displayed, in her opinion, just the right amount of nationalism, while also displaying the flags of the region whose nations she represented as a delegate.

Rumor had it that the Rathorian delegate might even attend the open house!

Absently, she ordered another ale from Neville, while she started drafting their invitation.

Christopher spotted Christelle in the bar, his face lighting up as much as hers when they recognized one another. He was just about to get out of his seat and walk over to her, but stopped when he realized she was heading his way. Wrapping his arms around the Ariddian ambassador, he hugged her and gave her a kiss.

"Oh, it's been alright; a little boring, though," Smiling back at her, Christopher lifted up his hand to stroke her hair, "I've missed you, too."

Cami had noticed a new face at the bar, and asked Neville to send over a drink, with her compliments.

Returning her attention to Stew, Cami smiled, and expressed her thanks at the unexpected gift.

"Why thank you, Stew. Hopefully, I'll have time to get to it soon, but I will definitely put it on my reading list!"

Wally's gloomy reflections on his current predicament are interupted by the barman depositing an unasked for drink in front of him.

He looks up in surprise as Neville whispers into his ear, and points discreetly at the woman sitting not too far away. Wally smiles towards her in thanks, hoping she will glance towards him and notice the gesture.

'Maybe things won't be so bad here after all,' he thinks to himself, in a slightly happier state of mind.

Cami caught the motion from the newcomer, out of the corner of her eye, as Neville delivered the drink.

She hoisted her own in his direction, in a silent toast, smiling as she did so.

He looks like his day went as well as mine, she thought to herself.


After a few more rewrites, Cami was done. She asked Neville to look it over, just in case she'd overlooked some important detail, or made some less than obvious faux pas. "Well, what do you think, Neville?"



Ambassador Camryn O. Langdon

Representative of

The Most Serene Republic of Drae Nei

and

United Community Builders

Cordially invites you to attend an

Open House Reception

Tuesday, December 5th, 5pm-9pm

Drae Nei Suite, 38th Floor

(Semi-Formal or Business Attire Please)


Please RSVP to Ms. Fielding, ext. 3801


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Neville perused her layout fpr a moment, then said sincerely, "It looks good, Ambassador Langdon. Short, sweet, and to the point. Not too ostentatious, yet formal... I like it! Should I tell Jimmy to wear a tux then?" He grinned at Cami, knowing full well Jimmy would carp all night if he had to wear a tux.


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"He'll be fine with a white shirt, black pants, and a black vest, Neville." Cami laughed. "Or, you can tell him I've got a formal Drae Nei tuxedo for him, kilt included!"

They both laughed, picturing Jimmy in a kilt.

"Thanks for the input, Neville. I'll have Ruth get this printed on stationary first thing in the morning, and we'll post them in here tomorrow, if that's okay?"

Neville nodded his assent, and got Cami another Ale.

Cami finished her second ale rather quickly, wanting to make a final foray to the GA floor before the day was over. Leaving a nice tip for Neville, she called, "I may be back later, not sure, Neville!"

Christelle looked up, and smiled at the reddening delegate. She had been about to leave, but she was not needed anywhere in a hurry.

"Lord Telovar," she greeted him. "No, not at all. I was hoping you'd show up. Please, sit down. Would you like a drink?"

OOC: I see that Christelle is very busy lately./OOC

IC:

Immense relief flowed over the Kriovaller delegate as he pulled up a chair. "My thanks, milady, but please call me Jevo." He gestured upward. "May I introduce Lord Serph..."

The larger man held up a hand and smoothly interrupted. "Your Excellency need not grapple with arcane titles that likely bear little weight abroad. I would love to hear about the economic developments of Ariddia, about which Jevo seems to have become quite interested. Though I insist on buying the first round of drinks. I so seldom get out these days."

Jevo picked up approximately where he had left off. "...and this is the Her Excellency the Lady Christelle Zyranov, Ambassador from the People's Democratic Social Republic of Ariddia."

OOC: These two events happen at different times, of course... Poor Christelle is in great demand. :p

IC:

Immense relief flowed over the Kriovaller delegate as he pulled up a chair. "My thanks, milady, but please call me Jevo." He gestured upward. "May I introduce Lord Serph..."

The larger man held up a hand and smoothly interrupted. "Your Excellency need not grapple with arcane titles that likely bear little weight abroad. I would love to hear about the economic developments of Ariddia, about which Jevo seems to have become quite interested. Though I insist on buying the first round of drinks. I so seldom get out these days."

Jevo picked up approximately where he had left off. "...and this is the Her Excellency the Lady Christelle Zyranov, Ambassador from the People's Democratic Social Republic of Ariddia."

Christelle smiled politely.
"That's very kind of you, my lord. I'll have another cup of grapefruit tea, if that's all right. And I'd be happy to tell you both about Ariddia's economy..."

She paused, putting her thoughts in order.
"I probably need to put it in context, though. And I assume your society is rather different to ours. But here goes...

We've phased out the use of money. Of all kinds, credit, currency, gold... The only people required to use money in Ariddia are foreign visitors. The money we get from them goes into the National Treasury, and we use it mainly to enable our citizens to travel abroad, to countries where money is still used."

Another pause.
"In Ariddia, we work to benefit one another and society as a whole. For example, a baker will make bread, not for profit, but for people who need bread. In exchange, his own needs are met by his fellow citizens, and he can walk into, say, a grocery and take whatever he needs. Or he can go to the theatre and watch a play without needing money, and the people working in that theatre know they can get bread from him whenever they need it.

Of course, we didn't implement this overnight." She looked at them. "It would have led to abuses. Our ancestors were given time to gradually adapt to a new socio-economic system, before a genuine communal economy could be made to work."


Christopher spotted Christelle in the bar, his face lighting up as much as hers when they recognized one another. He was just about to get out of his seat and walk over to her, but stopped when he realized she was heading his way. Wrapping his arms around the Ariddian ambassador, he hugged her and gave her a kiss.

"Oh, it's been alright; a little boring, though," Smiling back at her, Christopher lifted up his hand to stroke her hair, "I've missed you, too."


Christelle sighed happily, enjoying the feel of his touch, returning the hug and resting her head comfortable on his shoulder. She ran her fingers over his arm, caressing it softly.

"It's been rather busy in the General Assembly... They've got this really weird statue (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12011477&postcount=285) they want to put outside." She turned her head slightly and kissed his neck, then looked up at him, smiling. "We've been invited to Ambassador Langdon's 'office warming' party in a few days. You'll come, won't you?"

Christopher sighed contently, resting against Christelle and holding onto her. Her presence was just so comforting. Just being around her made him feel more at ease, especially now. Pressing several kisses across her cheek and neck, the Islenskan ambassador couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh, I heard about that. It's a very... interesting statue. And I'd love to come with you to Cami's office warming."

Gently kissing her again, he smiled and pressed his forehead to the Ariddian's, "So, for dinner, are we going to stay in and have something delivered? Or would you rather go out. I'm more than happy to do either."

Christelle sighed again contentedly, snuggling up close to him.
"Oh, let's stay in..." she said, looking up at him. "It's nice and warm in here, and so cold outside... Besides, I want to be alone with you." She straightened up a little to kiss him on the cheek. "I want you all to myself..." she whispered playfully, and kissed him again.

"Is take-away all right with you? I can go and see what they've got at the bar."

The Islenskan ambassador nearly fell out of his seat, that blush creeping back onto his cheeks again as he grinned, "Oh, that.. that sounds good," He felt a little woozy, reaching out and taking another sip of tea before regaining some measure of composure. Clearning his throat and straightening his shirt, Christopher quickly nodded his head, "Mmhmm, mmhmm, that's completely alright with me, Ms. Zyryanov."

"Take away is fine," Nodding his head again, he glanced over at the others in the bar, before returning his gaze to Christelle, "You go and,uh, check, and I'll, um, wait right here, okay?"

Christelle giggled, and straightened, rising to her feet. She leaned down briefly to whisper teasingly in his ear "Don't get too excited!", then made her way over to the bar. Once there, she asked Neville for a menu, which she brought back to Christopher with a smile on her face.

"Here you go! I've been told the food is actually very good here." She sat down once more and snuggled up to him, looking at the menu as he held it. "What would you like?"

Stew enters and orders a Nadia Blue Wine, sitting at a table and pulling out another book to read, since he gave the one he was reading before to Cami.

I never thought I'd see the day that undergarments were discussed during a Policy Debate... At least it looks like the HTA Resolution won't go through... though it will probably be a close vote...

Stew goes back to reading... and trying to forget that a Shiek wears soccer shorts under his robes...

Christopher grinned, blushing a bit and stealing a kiss from Christelle's lips before letting her go to get the menu. He felt absolutely, for lack of a better word, giddy. Excited, he thought he might explode; shooting out fireworks that exploded in an array of spectacular colors was the first way that came to mind. Smiling again when Christelle came back, he took the menu and snuggled up with her, placing his free hand on her leg.

Looking over the menu, Christopher shrugged, "It all looks pretty nice. Well, I'll just have whatever you're having. I've never been very good at picking something out of a menu."

Christelle smiled, and placed her hand over his, caressing it softly. She looked at him, and laughed lightly.

"Christopher... Remember that evening when you were bold enough to suggest coming back to my office with me?" She stroked his cheek softly. "Good things happen when you make decisions. You choose," she told him, smiling invitingly. "Choose anything. But choose."

A squad of Robotic Destructor Bunnies¹ enters the bar. One of the bunnies, apparently their leader, hops up on the bar. It stands before Neville, giving him a quizzical look while cocking its head sideways² and says "CAG?".

Drawing no response from Neville other than a startled and somewhat puzzled look, the bunny hops over to Christelle and says "CAG?"³.



¹ Ardchoille (or anyone else present), these are robots. Dispose of them in whatever manner you see fit.
² Which would be sort of cute if it was a real bunny, but it isn't.
³ The bunnies' speech circuits are enabled, but at some point in the design process it was decided that they didn't really need to speak audibly in Yeldan, or any other language. Consequently no translation software was installed. They make sounds and the sounds probably have some meaning to them, but God only knows what they are saying.

Ambassador Langdon walked in the Stranger's Bar, feeling better than she had in days. The office was looking good, and more importantly, the HTA draft had been declared illegal! She was ready for a drink to celebrate.

Upon entering, she noticed Christelle and Chrisopher, looking over a menu. She decided to stop by, just for a moment, to ensure Christelle had no hard feelings over their stances on HTA.

"Hello, Christelle, Christopher", Cami said cheerfully. "Excuse me for interrupting you two, I will only take a minute of your time."

Turning to her friend, Cami continued, "Christelle, I don't know if you've heard, but the draft of the Humane Treatment Act has been declared illegal, and the debate is over. I know we have very different views on the subject matter, and I just want to ensure there are no hard feelings over our differences."

With that, she held out her hand and asked, "Still friends?"

Seeing the funny looking bunnies asking "CAG?", Stew raises an eyebrow and sips my drink.

"Neville... could you give the... bunnies a drink on my tab, please? Thank you..."

"Hello, Christelle, Christopher", Cami said cheerfully. "Excuse me for interrupting you two, I will only take a minute of your time."

Turning to her friend, Cami continued, "Christelle, I don't know if you've heard, but the draft of the Humane Treatment Act has been declared illegal, and the debate is over. I know we have very different views on the subject matter, and I just want to ensure there are no hard feelings over our differences."

With that, she held out her hand and asked, "Still friends?"

Christelle took her outstretched hand without hesitating, and shook it, looking at her with a smile.

"Still friends," she assured her. "And I'm sorry for any harsh words I may have used out there. I'm... disappointed it's been declared illegal, as you can imagine. But no, no hard feelings."

She glanced at Christopher, then back at Cami.
"We're both looking forward to your party!"


Drawing no response from Neville other than a startled and somewhat puzzled look, the bunny hops over to Christelle and says "CAG?"³.


Christelle blinked, staring into the creature's artificial eyes and trying not to look alarmed.

"I... beg your pardon?" she asked, confused and a little frightened.

Seeing the funny looking bunnies asking "CAG?", Stew raises an eyebrow and sips my drink.

"Neville... could you give the... bunnies a drink on my tab, please? Thank you..."
Unable to decide what the bunnies might want to drink, Neville hazards a guess and cautiously places Mai-Tai's in front of them. The bunnies eat the little umbrellas.

Christelle blinked, staring into the creature's artificial eyes and trying not to look alarmed.

"I... beg your pardon?" she asked, confused and a little frightened.
The bunny makes a purring sound, bobs up and down, wiggles its tail and "smiles".

Stew stands up and approaches the bunnies.

"Hmmmm... They seem to like you Ambassador..."

Picking up a drink umbrella, Stew offers one to the bunnies...

"CAG?"

"Oh, alright", lifting the menu up, Christopher took it in both hands and began looking it over carefully. He did his best to ignore the robotic bunnies as well, catching sight of them out of the corner of his eye and figuring it best not to interact with the things, "I think I'll just have the steak."

Looking up when he heard Cami's voice, Christopher smiled and nodded his head, closing the menu he was holding and handing it back to Christelle, "Yeah, I'm sure it will be a blast. So, what have you been up to since I last saw you, Ms. Langdon?"

Originally posted by Ariddia
Christelle took her outstretched hand without hesitating, and shook it, looking at her with a smile.

"Still friends," she assured her. "And I'm sorry for any harsh words I may have used out there. I'm... disappointed it's been declared illegal, as you can imagine. But no, no hard feelings."

She glanced at Christopher, then back at Cami.
"We're both looking forward to your party!"

Cami smiled warmly at her friend's words. "Good! I suspect we haven't seen the topic for the last time though, Christelle, and perhaps in it's next incarnation, we can find a way to satisfy both our peoples. You are very good on the debate floor, by the way!"

She lowered her voice and asked, "Whats with the bunnies?"

The bunny makes a purring sound, bobs up and down, wiggles its tail and "smiles".

"Ohhh... It's so sweet!"

Christelle smiled, and knelt down to pat the little bunny robot.

"And have you got a name?"


OOC: Please don't bite her nose off or explode in her face. :p

Cami smiled warmly at her friend's words. "Good! I suspect we haven't seen the topic for the last time though, Christelle, and perhaps in it's next incarnation, we can find a way to satisfy both our peoples. You are very good on the debate floor, by the way!"

She lowered her voice and asked, "Whats with the bunnies?"

Christelle smiled up at her.
"Thank you! So are you. I respected your beliefs and the way you argued them, even if I couldn't agree with you." She looked down at the bunny once more. "I've no idea where these little fellows have come from... They look like machines. But they're sweet, aren't they?" She looked at Christopher too, questioningly.

Leaning towards Cami, in a lowered voice Stew answers her question.

"I'm not too sure... But they seem to be an automated system of defence that uses cuteness to catch their prey unaware... But they are cute, though..."

Christopher shrugged, deliberately not looking at any of the rabbits. He did his best to follow the line of logic that told him if he couldn't see the robot bunnies, they couldn't see him, "Hmm? I'm not quite sure what you're talking about."

Originally posted by Islenska
Christopher smiled and nodded his head, closing the menu he was holding and handing it back to Christelle, "Yeah, I'm sure it will be a blast. So, what have you been up to since I last saw you, Ms. Langdon?"

"Just getting our offices settled and being busy down in GA, Christopher, and you?

Originally posted by Ariddia
"They look like machines. But they're sweet, aren't they?"

Originally posted by Steweystan"I'm not too sure... But they seem to be an automated system of defence that uses cuteness to catch their prey unaware... But they are cute, though..."


"I'm not sure 'cute' is the word" Cami replied, a little nervously.

Leaning towards Cami, in a lowered voice Stew answers her question.

"I'm not too sure... But they seem to be an automated system of defence that uses cuteness to catch their prey unaware... But they are cute, though..."

"A defence system?" Christelle repeated, surprised. "They don't look as if they could harm anyone." She stood, taking the menu from Christopher. His reaction to the bunnies amused her somewhat. "I'll go and order dinner, then," she said, and kissed him gently. "I think I'll have a veggie salad."

She walked over to the bar.

"I think I recall seeing some footage of them attacking an indivdual... one held a... toilet brush if I wasn't mistaken..."

Kneeling down before the bunnie, Stew once more holds out the drink umbrellas...

"CAG? Dooak farneek Guim?"

"Ohhh... It's so sweet!"

Christelle smiled, and knelt down to pat the little bunny robot.

"And have you got a name?"
The bunny scampers in a circle, thumps its foot a couple of times and exclaims "NAGBRAP!". Then in a single bound leaps atop the Holy Otaku Shrine.


OOC: Please don't bite her nose off or explode in her face. :p
OOC: LOL! I wouldn't do that! I'm just trying to establish that the bunnies are distributed throughout the building.

Cami decided to follow Christelle over to the bar, since she hadn't ordered a drink yet.

The bunnies were a bit..unsettleing, to say the least.

"Neville, a Wiki Brandy, please."

She kept her eye on the bunnies, while Neville poured.

"Oh... That can't be a nice thing to do..."

Stew approaches the bunny, drink umbrellas extended.

"CAG? Dornika fanuka barnite goolo?"

Christelle placed her order for dinner, then watched the bunnies, and in particular her "friend" Nagbrap. She shook her head, amused.

"I don't think Christopher likes them... But they are funny. Especially with 'Stew' trying to talk to them and feeding them paper umbrellas," she added grinning.

"Oh... That can't be a nice thing to do..."

Stew approaches the bunny, drink umbrellas extended.

"CAG? Dornika fanuka barnite goolo?"
The bunny coos and burbles, wiggles its ears and eagerly devours the drink umbrellas.

Looking around Stew, grabs a few more drink umbrellas and offers them to the bunny, smiling.

"You know... I wonder if their language could be translated somehow..."

Stew scratches at the white spot of his beard, thinking*

"Carna bolor mar?"

Originally Posted by Ariddia
"I don't think Christopher likes them... But they are funny. Especially with 'Stew' trying to talk to them and feeding them paper umbrellas," she added grinning.

"I'm not sure I like them either, Christelle." Grudgingly, she did admit to herself that they were kind of cute.

"Neville? You have a good supply of those drink umbrellas?"

Neville decided to check the back room, to be sure.

Watching the bunny eat the paper umbrella, wiggling its ears adorably as it did so, Christelle suddenly had a fit of the giggles.

When Cami looked at her, she tried to control herself, then shook her head, grinning.

"Sorry... It's just... I was imagining that statue (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/Yelda/babyfight.jpg) outside, but with bunnies on it instead. My struggle against Feral Bunnies... And Christopher looks really wary about them." She giggled again.

Hmmmmm... I wonder...

Stew starts to rummage around in his robes, and pulls out a large chocolate bar, and extends it out to the bunny.

"CAG? Chok oooh late... Mint."

Despite herself, Cami laughed too, just a little at first, then laughed helplessly, envisioning the same thing Christelle had.

"Christelle...that's just too funny for words!"


Neville returned with a full box of drink umbrellas.

Stew steps closer to the bunny, chocolate bar extended in front of me.

"That's a nice automated defence bunny... nice chocolate bar for you..."

Finally, Christopher crouched down to the closest bunny, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a candy bar, "At least they aren't trying to eat us. I'd hate to have to fight a robot rabbit."

He held the candy bar close to the thing, offering it, "Bah weep gra-nah weep ninni bong."

Looking towards the Islenska Ambassador, Stew smiles.

"I'm not sure they're carnivorous... they do seem to enjoy paper"

OCC- The Universal Greeting! I love it. :D

Looking around Stew, grabs a few more drink umbrellas and offers them to the bunny, smiling.

"You know... I wonder if their language could be translated somehow..."

Stew scratches at the white spot of his beard, thinking*

"Carna bolor mar?"

Hmmmmm... I wonder...

Stew starts to rummage around in his robes, and pulls out a large chocolate bar, and extends it out to the bunny.

"CAG? Chok oooh late... Mint."

Stew steps closer to the bunny, chocolate bar extended in front of me.

"That's a nice automated defence bunny... nice chocolate bar for you..."

The bunny hops up and down, wiggles its tail and acccepts the offered chocolate. It eats the wrapper, then, using the chocolate itself like a piece of chalk, begins writing on the front of the bar:

"ALL GREEN OF SKIN. 800 CENTURIES
AGO. THEIR BODILY FLUIDS INCLUDE THE BIRTH OF HALF-BREEDS. SELF-DETERMINATION OF
THE COSMOS. MADE US THEY DID. WE ARE THE BLADE THAT MOWS LIKE A HARVEST".

At which point the chocolate melts and the bunny sighs.

OOC: I was wondering if someone might pick that up. :D

"Paper, huh?"

Reaching into his pockets with his free hand, Christopher pulled out a steno pad and held it out to the rabbit along with the candy bar. He wasn't sure which the thing would go after first. After all, it wasn't living, so it seemed unlikely that it would want the candy bar, but why would a robot want to eat paper? He always thought they ate metal, or at the very least drank motor oil.

The bunny hops up and down, wiggles its tail and acccepts the offered chocolate. It eats the wrapper, then, using the chocolate itself like a piece of chalk, begins writing on the front of the bar:

"ALL GREEN OF SKIN. 800 CENTURIES
AGO. THEIR BODILY FLUIDS INCLUDE THE BIRTH OF HALF-BREEDS. SELF-DETERMINATION OF
THE COSMOS. MADE US THEY DID. WE ARE THE BLADE THAT MOWS LIKE A HARVEST".

At which point the chocolate melts and the bunny sighs.

"Well, that's unexpected..."

Stew offers the bunny his pen and pad of paper to write one

Yeldan foreign minister Quynn Olver, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Eleanor Roosevelt and Marlon Brando enter the bar. The foreign minister notices what the bunny has written, takes out his handkerchief and erases it. He then speaks softly into a small handheld device he is carrying and the bunnies form up in ranks and march out of the bar.

He and his companions then seat themselves at a table, order drinks, and begin to converse amongst themselves.

Raising an eyebrow, Stew looks after the bunnies as they march out.

"That's certainly strange behaviour for automated defence bunnies, don't you think?"

Slipping out of the Bar, Wolfgang proceded to attempt to catch one of the strange bunnies. He finally caught one, and it didn't like it much. By amazing luck, a holographic Guardian walked up to him and handed him his computer. He connected up the rabbit to the computer and downloaded its memory. He then let the little bugger go, and handed the computer back to the hologram.
"Go figure that out, eh?"

The drinks arrive. An Old Yeldan Imperial Jet Fuel Barleywine™ for Quynn, Chivas Regal for Dr. Thompson, water with a twist of lemon for Ms. Roosevelt and espresso for Mr. Brando.

Quynn glances around the bar and notices Christelle Zyryanov, who he is acqauinted with, plus several other ambassadors he has not been formally introduced to. He raises his glass in Christelle's direction and says "Christelle, you're looking lovely as ever. How've you been?"

Quynn glances around the bar and notices Christelle Zyryanov, who he is acqauinted with, plus several other ambassadors he has not been formally introduced to. He raises his glass in Christelle's direction and says "Christelle, you're looking lovely as ever. How've you been?"

Christelle blushed a little.
"Fine, thank you," she answered with a smile. "Yourself?"

Neville handed her the take-aways she had asked for, and she carried them over to Christopher. As she handed him his own, she whispered in his ear: "You looked very sweet with that robot bunny!"

Putting the strange bunnies out of his mind for now, Stew turns towards Cami, "May I buy you a drink?"

Christelle blushed a little.
"Fine, thank you," she answered with a smile. "Yourself?"
"Oh, busy with this and that. The usual," he replies.

Brando whispers something in his ear. He listens attentatively and replies quietly "no, they're fully autonomous, but they can be given instructions. Like any automaton".

He turns his attention back to Christelle but sees that she is engaged in conversation with Christopher.

"Sure, Stew, I think I could use another one. Those 'bunnies' were making me a bit nervous. Still are in fact."

Cami wasn't sure where they went, but she wasn't sure she wanted to find out.

(OCC- Can't help with that, sorry. :( )

Stew orders Cami a drink, as well as one for himself, passing her ale to her, smiling softly.

"They were rather... odd, weren't they. I think the delegation from Yelda may know something about them... and I'm sure I've seen some sort of footage on them as well..."

Sipping his wine, Stew raises an eyebrow, curious, "And how has your day gone so far, Cami? Feeling better about the HTA Issue? Looking forward to the next crisis of International Proportions? Hehehe..."

(TOTALLY OOC, but urgent: Anyone here in the Chicago area? I need a weather update!


OOC: Nope, sorry. Other side of the Atlantic. But if you want the weather in Chicago, you can look on the Internet (http://fr.weather.com/weather/local/USIL0225).

"My day has been good, Stew, other than this unfortunate bunnie thing, which still has me disturbed, by the way. And thanks for the drink. What about you? Did you get over the Sheik's Soccer Shorts?"

Stew bowed his head politely, smiling before indicating the newcomer.

"The UN seems to be growing rapidly. I hope that book can offer you insight into how my people think when time comes for us to Diplomaticly tell each other "You're wrong," on the GA."Overhearing this, Tom - the Community Property janitor and de facto Ambassador - looked over his pombe at Neville and said with a wink, “I don't know ... how many different ways are there to say 'f_ck y__'?”

Taking his food, Christopher smiled to Christelle and gave her a kiss on the cheek before blushing, "Oh, well, I suppose I, um, was alright. It seemed hungry considering how much it ate."

Turning, he gently touched her cheek, "He's right. You do look lovely, as always. So, should we be going to have dinner?"

Oringinally posted by Community Property
Overhearing this, Tom - the Community Property janitor and de facto Ambassador - looked over his pombe at Neville and said with a wink, “I don't know ... how many different ways are there to say 'f_ck y__'?”

Overhearing Tom, Cami directs a stare in his direction, and says clearly, "I can think of a few right now, if you would like to hear them."

Stew realizes that Cami isn't talking to him, and relaxes a bit... ignoring the Community Property Ambassador, and flashes a smile at Cami, "If it'll improve my Diplomatic Linguistic skills, I'd be interested in learning a few of those ways."

Sipping his wine, Stew hold up Cami's drink for her in offering.

Christelle smiled, and slipped her free hand into Christopher's, giving it a caring squeeze.

"Yes, let's. I'm getting rather hungry, and..." She looked into his eyes, and smiled mischievously. "It's time we had some privacy."

Overhearing this, Tom - the Community Property janitor and de facto Ambassador - looked over his pombe at Neville and said with a wink, “I don't know ... how many different ways are there to say 'f_ck y__'?”

Simon, sitting in earshot of Tom, downed another glass of bacardi, and remarked, "I haven't really been here very long, but I've heard at least 5 ways to say that. I'm sure the old-timers know of still more ways".

"Sorry Stew, it's not usually my habit to use such language, except when provoked."

Cami accepted the drink, and turned her back on the janitor.

"Please forgive me, Stew, but I do feel that if someone has comments to make, regarding other's comments, they should be made face to face. If Tom really wants to know how many ways there are to use that expletive, I'd be more than happy to share with him all that I know."

"In the mean time, here's to the illegality of the HTA." Cami raised her glass to toast Stew.

"Agreed... To you no longer having to worry about being sent back home so soon..."

Stew raises his glass in a toast, a broad grin on his face, "But I am still curious about the myriad of ways to say such things... maybe we can arrange a meeting... a Cultural Exchange so to speak and cover the languages of our Nations?"

Giving her a teasing smile, Stew sips his wine.

"I do agree about saying things to ones face, though... A hundred years ago, the Community Property Ambassador would've been challenged to a duel... with knives. What do you think will be the next Pointy Issue?"

Vladimir Khernynko walks into the Stranger's Bar with his aide Dimitri Petrovich, and orders a bottle of Stolichnya from the bar. Then sits down at his favorite booth.

It had been a rough day, Comrade Serpov was there visiting the new UN HQ and listening in on the few debates that the Elleltian Ambassador had gone to today...and flat out told one person who called himself a Marxist to count.

"Bolshe Moi!" Vladimir said in exasperation as he poured himself and his secretary a shot of vodka from the bottle.

"Does it ever end comrade? The stresses from being an ambassador to the UN?" He said after knocking back his shot.

Just then Vladimir Khernynko heard the commotion that was being caused by the Representive of Community Property. Khernynko smiled...well time to see him make a fool of himself, and if he does it too badly I might have to step in, the ambassador thought.

"I doubt it Comrade Khernynko. However, Comrade Serpov would not have appointed you had he not felt you would do the job well."

"Indeed," Vladimir said taking out his snuff box and sniffing a rather large dose of his apricot and menthol snuff. "I just wish we could hurry up the remodeling...it is nice to be out of the broom cupboard though."

"It is Voloda," Dimitri said having had two shots of vodka and a sniff of his own snuff.

"Well, I have the invitations to the the grand opening at the printers, they should be arriving from New Stalingrad tomorrow evening." Khernynko said.

"We shall see who shows up for the tour. It will be impressive I hope." the secretary said casually.

"Oh, It will be, Comrade Serpov is here to make sure it is impressive." the Elleltian Ambassador said with a wry grin as he poured yet an other shot of vodka for himself and his aide.

Cami smiled, overhearing the delegate from Sirat's comment. She turned and raised her glass to him as well, and called out, "Sir, would you care to join us?"

Turning her attention back to Stew, she said, "I don't really know, but I think we won't need to worry about the Countervalue Strategy Plan."

"Nor I, to be honest... Of course, what do I know... my office stuff is still in a broom closet."

Stew chuckles a bit and sips his wine, moving so that the Sirat Ambassador can join if they so wish, before turning back to Cami."

"the Abortion one will be a pointy one... if it ever gets pass the drafting stage... Not looking forward to that one."

"I don't beleive that one will fly either, Stew. It's too volatile an issue, and usually hotly debated, from what I've garnered from past debates on the same topic."

Looking Cami in the eyes, Stew nods, "Yes... I've heard there's been some... discord over that particular issue in the past. Don't think anybody wants that to repeat."

Stew orders another Nadia Blue wine, and looks at Cami with a quizzical look.

"Say... Have you ever tried Nadia Blue wine? It's one of my Nation's Exports."

(OCC- TG back to you)

Cami smiled, overhearing the delegate from Sirat's comment. She turned and raised her glass to him as well, and called out, "Sir, would you care to join us?"



"Don't mind if I do", Simon replied, slurring his words slightly. He staggered over to their table, wondering briefly if he should slow down on the drinking.

Stew pulls out the chair for the Sirat Ambassador, and regains his own seat, "I am Grand Utoy Michael Stewey- Sovereign Ruler of The Dominion of Steweystan, and this is Ambassador Camryn Langdon of The Most Serene Republic of Drae Nei. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Smiling broadly at the Sirat Ambassador, Stew extends a hand inviting him to sit

"Yes, I'm Camryn Langdon (http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/6/6c/220px-Bensonnbc.jpg), but please, feel free to call me Cami."

Cami noted he seemed a bit tipsy, but forged on ahead. "And what might we call you, sir?"

"The pleasure is mine. I'm Simon Blue, UN rep of Sirat. I hope I'm not intruding".

"Not at all. Happiness shared is happiness doubled."

Cami echoed Stew's statement. "Not at all, Simon. You are a new delegation, yes?"

"Have you applied for office space yet?"

Stew signals over to the server for a bottle of Nadia Blue wine and a couple more wine glasses.

"Are you enjoying your tenure here so far Ambassador Blue? You weren't sent to the wrong place for office space were you?"

Smiles warmly as the server brings over the wine, placing it on the table. Stew pours out a half glass of dark blue wine, and offers them to the others before refilling his own glass...

"Not yet. I wasn't sure what the procedure for requesting office space was. And with that recent experience of not being able to acces most of the UN building, I've been sleeping on a cot. As for enjoying my experience, it's mixed. I'm not really a diplomat and I don't like the extreme arguing. But I do enjoy the bar". Simon drank another glass.

Just then, Cami's portacomm buzzed. She answered, then held up her hand in apology and whispered, "It's business, please excuse me."

She moved to a more private area to continue her call.

Stew nods in acknowledgement to Cami, and returns his attention to the Sirati, "Yes... I was told I had an office... but I don't... so my stuff is in a broom closet, and I'm currently sleeping in my limo. The bar is a nice place... and the arguing can be alittle coarse... but can be illuminating too..."

Laughing brightly, Stew sips his glass of Nadia Blue wine...

Simon, sitting in earshot of Tom, downed another glass of bacardi, and remarked, "I haven't really been here very long, but I've heard at least 5 ways to say that. I'm sure the old-timers know of still more ways".“Simon, is it?” asked Tom. Tipping a glass in the Sirat Ambassador's direction, the grizzled janitor offered, “Oh, you'll hear it said many more times than that, and in many ways. Some more polite, some more explicit – and probably more of those than the other. Diplomacy – if you can call it that – is somewhat different around here than in most places.”

Taking another sip of his pombe, he added: “Just be careful with irony and faint sarcasm; with so many cultures around here, people often misunderstand each other. Better to slather it on thick, than to dust it lightly – and aesthetics be blasted.”

Khernynko smiled...well time to see him make a fool of himself, and if he does it too badly I might have to step in, the ambassador thought.Returning to his millet beer after the Sirat Ambassador had wandered off to socialize with the polite neophyte from Steweystan and his arrogant counterpart from Drae Nei, Tom noticed the Ellelt Ambassador feeding his disgusting snuff habit.

Snuff. So like these Stalinists, he thought. They pretend to know twice what they think they do while actually only knowing half as much. And all the while they behave themselves like the very aristocrats they replaced, playing the same games of empire, enjoying the same creature comforts, and bleeding the masses in exactly the same way. He shook his head. If they're Marxists in anything but name, I'm Queen of the May.

Tom checked his watch. Time to get back to my regular duties. The offices of the delegation were almost entirely deserted with everyone back home for consultations; but within a few weeks Ambassador Jackson and his staff would arrive, and things would pick up.

Looking around the Strangers' Bar as he got up to leave, Tom shook his head. They have no idea what they're in for...

Ambassador noted the exchange between Simon and the Tom, and saw the janitor glance in her direction, his expression less than amicable.

She neither worried about it, or gave it a second thought. Her business concluded, she returned to Simon and Stew.

"My apologies, gentlemen. Where were we?"

"I think you and Ambassador Blue were about to sample some of my Nation's Nadia Blue wine..."

Stew smiles politely, "It's quite good chilled... made from blueberries in the northern mountains by the Monastary there."

"Forgive me, Stew, but I'll have to pass. I prefer not to mix my drinks, and I am drinking Brandy this evening. Perhaps another time..."

"Certainly, no offense is taken, Cami. Good thing I've finished my wine already."

Stew places Cami's glass by his own.

The Wolf Guardians;12017974']Slipping out of the Bar, Wolfgang proceded to attempt to catch one of the strange bunnies. He finally caught one, and it didn't like it much. By amazing luck, a holographic Guardian walked up to him and handed him his computer. He connected up the rabbit to the computer and downloaded its memory. He then let the little bugger go, and handed the computer back to the hologram.
"Go figure that out, eh?"
As Citizen Wolfgang Zero-Thirteen passes the table, Quynn gets his attention and motions him over.

"You know Wolfgang, there's really no need to steal our software. Like most Yeldan military hardware, the bunnies can be purchased openly. Hell, we'll even allow you to manufacture them yourself under licence. Right now we're running a special on them in fact. Purchase 1000 Robotic Destructor Bunnies and we'll throw in a squadron of Robotic Monkey/Dog Cavalry for free. Here, take a look at this".

*offers Wolfgang a glossy 8x10 photo of a Robotic Monkey/Dog Cavalry unit being put through its paces*

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/Yelda/168monkey.jpg

So, what do you think? They're quite effective for crowd control you know.

"Thank you for the drink, Stew, and the conversation. I've got to go back to the office for a bit, to do a spot of work. I may be back later, but I'm not sure."

Cami gave Stew a smile, and took another sip of her Brandy, which was almost gone.

"Quite good, indeed", Simon said, sampling the wine. He yawned. "However, it's getting late, and I've probably drank more than I should have. I believe I'm ready to retire for the evening".

"Anytime Cami. I'm glad you like the wine, Ambassador Blue," Stew said, smiling pleasantly, before a soft beep at his wrist went off. Looking down, a frown cross his face, "I'm sorry, I must head back to the Capital for my Secretary's funeral tomorrow. I hope we can all share another drink in the future."

Stew got up and bowing, departed.

Smirking at the silly photo, Wolfgang handed it back to the stranger. "We've no need for crowd control in the Commonwealth. It's not the software I'm interested in, I wanted to know what that specific one was thinking. I wanted its memory. I find automatons intersting, you see.

"Besides, I just had this uncontrollable urge to chase and catch them. I don't know why. (ooc: lol) Once I caught it, I had to do something with it."

*takes the photo back from Wolfgang*

Well, suit yourself. I guess they're not for everyone. As for what the bunnies are "thinking", who knows? They're certainly capable of learning and adapting their behaviour, but I wouldn't want to refer to it as thinking. They're not designed for that.

Cami acknowledged the departure or Simon and Stew, then stood a moment, finishing her brandy.

Finally she sighed, and put down her empty glass. There was no putting it off. The phone call had been specific, and the issue couldn't wait.

"Later, Neville", she called as she walked away, "I might see you later."

Khernynko and his aide were continuing their discussion while he continued to watch the Representative from Community Property with his piercing blue eyes. He noticed the glance he got when the CP Representative left the bar to go to his office presumably.

"Dimitri, did you see that look he gave me?" Vladimir said to his aide who was now drunkenly explaining how his brother broke his car by using a coat hanger for a dipstick.

"Sorry Voloda, I did not." Petrovich said, taking another shot of vodka.

"He looked at me as one would look at an aristocrat, Comrade." Khernynko said quietly.

"Perhaps we should have the Checka deal with him then." Dimitri said.

"No, we wait. There may yet come a time when we can give Brunzov what he craves, an other chance to show the world the splendor and glory of the Elleltian People's Liberation Army. And of course to liberate the proletariat of his country and expose them to real communism." Khernynko chuckled.

"I will gather as much intelligence on them as possible comrade." the aide said quickly.

"Be sure that you do, your future in the government may depend on it...Comrade Serpov is planing, and you don't know of this by the way, a purge of the government. Seems there are more than a few who have become lax in their application of Marxist principles." Khernynko said.

"Comrade, why are you telling me this?" The aide said.

"Because, I like you, and regardless of your participation in that bread riot during the civil war you are a reliable cadre of the Party. Not to mention we will be handsomely rewarded for our parts in liberating the oppressed proletariat in his supposedly communist country...I am sure they would enjoy such things as bread, and vodka, and cloths and boots and snuff." The Ambassador said rapidly his Elleltian speech slightly slurred by the vodka.

"Indeed, Comrade, I shall be on the look out for anything overt." The aide said.

"Dimitri, you would have made a good Checkist you know." Khernynko said.

"Thank you comrade, coming from you that is indeed a compliment."

Christelle smiled, and slipped her free hand into Christopher's, giving it a caring squeeze.

"Yes, let's. I'm getting rather hungry, and..." She looked into his eyes, and smiled mischievously. "It's time we had some privacy."

Christopher smiled back at Christelle, returning the squeeze. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when she looked at him. In fact, it was some time before he responded, so engulfed in the process of looking upon her, noting every little inch of her body and admiring it's beauty. Leaning in, he kissed her lips several times more before nodding his head, "Yes, let's."

Giving her hand another squeeze, Christopher made his way to the door and held it open for her, "After you, Ms. Zyryanov."

Prince Tang entered the bar, sitting at his customary table in the corner. He tended to be a man of habit when it came to things like these; sitting at the same table, ordering the same drink (Pu-erh tea, with a hint of lemon and cinnamon), ordering the same food (sushi, followed by a noodle entree). Of course, he was given to burst of spontaneity. He was always impeccably dressed, some said to the point of foppishness (but others holding that he was more the dandy than fop). To many of the people in the UN he would appear effeminate and womanly, but in the Empire he was a highly desirable man who took pride in his appearance, as was common among people of his class.

He sat and ordered his customary drink when another Imperial delegate entered the bar. It was Rang Erman, the elder statesmen of the delegation, the "advisor" to the office. What, exactly, he was to be advising on was not specified, but it was widely understood that he was there to provide whatever help he could. Landaman Pendankr had been a competent ambassador, but he didn't have the adequate advisement, and was often uninformed.

He sat at the Prince's table, ordering a Manhattan cocktail. Since the opening of the Empire to the outside world, foreign drinks and clothes had become popular, and though clothing didn't interest the old man much, anything alcoholic piqued his interest.

"So then. It seems like we've settled in well enough." He said, taking a drink.

The Prince looked into his cup. "Yes, of course. I'm impressed with many of the members... there hasn't been much of that famous stupidity that Landaman described so animatedly."

Erman laughed. "Give it time, I'm sure it'll crop up. Stupid always does."

The Prince nodded. "We should be recieving our military attache soon, once Pendankr finalizes the arrangements. I was hoping that with a Fleet man here, we wouldn't need the Aushedar, but that's wishful thinking."

Erman nodded. The Aushedar was security, watching the delegation to make sure no one slipped up. The Privy Council had insisted he be assigned, and he was always there, watching the work of the office, taking everything down in his neural implants.

Tang looked up, around the bar. The Ariddian who helped Pazirbashan escape was there, with the Islenskan ambassador. The intelligen file said they were romantically linked, but Pendankr had made special note of Ms. Zyryanov's capabilities. Jones, from Community Property, was notably present. Apparently he had replaced McGee because of some horrible failures on the floor. The Yeldan Minister, a face rarely seen in the building according to Pendankr's report, talked to the wolf-man from the Wolf Guardians.

He enjoyed the atmosphere here, there was always something going on. Plans were always being made, deals being brokered. Even now, vor dan Hoogelhande was planning expansions of the offices into adjacent roomings to include more private offices, a mini-restaurant (subcontracted to the Bar, of course), a private gym, and other comforts so far from home. Tang looked forward to practicing his swordplay with Erman.

"Well, Rang, how about a game of Danbian chess? I haven't had the pleasure of playing you in a good long while."

The elder man smiled widely, tugging on one of his beard-braids.

"Of course! Just don't be surprised when I cross your admiral's T!"

Giving her hand another squeeze, Christopher made his way to the door and held it open for her, "After you, Ms. Zyryanov."

Christelle smiled happily.
"Such a gentleman!" she said, and led him out of the Bar, holding his hand as they headed for the lift. Once inside, she slipped her arms round him and, just like that first evening, kissed him passionately. She had been looking forward to having him all to herself again... and now they were finally alone.

She released him only once the lift had stopped, grinning excitedly, and led him to her office. She had asked Min to take the evening off, so they would not be disturbed.

"Make yourself comfortable," she told Christopher, still grinning, as she closed the door behind them. "I'll get the plates and cutlery... What would you like to drink?"

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Baron Manfred von Richthofen enters the Strangers Bar in his leather flying gear, his cap cocked rakishly to one side. He strides up to the bar, takes a seat and asks Neville for 8 gallons of petrol, 8 gallons of pure grain alcohol and a bottle of Kirschwasser. He pours himself a shot of the kirschwasser and scans the bar. He then turns to Neville and says "there was a fraulein on the barricade earlier wearing hand-made, high-heeled, cream leather button-up ankle-boots, a cream wool hobble skirt, an intricately-tailored matching jacket with godets, darts, contrast silk piping and tucks galore, a frou-frou of lace at the neck and wrists and a truly delightful hat, with pigeon-wings, bluebells, roses, daisies and a voluminous net fascinator. Do you know her? If you happen to see her, tell her that I shall return to this establishment when I and my noble opponent have brought our battle to a suitable conclusion".

With that he finishes his kirschwasser, tips Neville with a gold 20 Mark piece, takes his supplies and heads back to the roof, enlisting the aid of a passing squad of Robotic Destructor Bunnies to help transport the petrol and PGA.

Stew enters, glancing at the Baron, "Nice uniform," he said, smiling politely before heading to the bar to get a glass of Nadia Blue wine. "Thanks, Neville... I could really use a glass..." Scowling, he then walks over to a booth in the corner and sits to sip his wine and ponder what shall come next...

Christopher sighed against her, holding her close as he shared the moment with her, kissing back with equal passion. It was one of those moments that felt at once exhilirating and relaxing. On the lift, where no one could see them, he could show her how he felt. In the Stranger's Bar, it would have been impossible to do that without causing a huge stir.

Following Christelle into her office, he glanced around and noticed it was empty. His heart was thumping inside his chest, and he had 'butterflies in his stomach' if he was using the phrase correctly.

Finding a seat and waiting, Christopher tapped his feet on the floor and his fingers on the arms of the chair. Though he was anxious, he was not impatient; he would have waited as long Christelle wanted him to wait, "I'll just have some, uh, wine, if you have any."

OOC: Want to hop over to the NationStates section like last time so we don't add non relevant posts to the Stranger's Bar thread?

OOC: Want to hop over to the NationStates section like last time so we don't add non relevant posts to the Stranger's Bar thread?

OOC: Good idea. I've posted in the earlier thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=507771&page=4).

Sighing heavily, Stew sips his wine...

Things did not go well today... I never expected Arnold's brother to take the Vow of Wrath so publicly...

Stew remembers back over the funeral of his Secretary, and the rather nasty scene of the Secretary's brother Randolph vowing upon his brother's casket to deal "wrath and justice" to the person that cause his brother's death. His hand shaking slightly, Stew takes another sip of his wine...

Things could get messy from this point on... I may have to install my own small security force here to protect me... I think I should ask Cami's Military Attache for some advice on this...

Having left her boss back at the GA to participate in the interminable debate on the WHL, Jinella Agaranth walks in and orders a glass of wine. Receiving it, she sits back on her barstool comfortably and looks around. By the gods, I hope Jaris doesn't call me back to the GA for that debate, she ponders.

Standing up, Stew moves towards the bar, his dark green robes flowing behind him in a light billow of fabric. At the bar, he orders another glass of Nadia Blue wine, and a chicken ceasar wrap. The food comes and he returns to his booth, trying to forget that he's the target of a Vow of Wrath now...

Ambassador Langdon walked into the bar, glad the week was 'officially' over. Of course this meant little regarding GA floor debates, and other happenings, but it meant her staff was off, and she could relax a bit as well.

"Hi, Neville", she said as she looked around the Bar. "Kind of quiet tonight, isn't it?"

Neville grinned as he answered, "Quiet? Hell no, Cami, most are outside, down by the barricade, watching the dogfight! What can I get you, dear?"

Laughing at Neville's response, Cami said, "I'll have a Calaidian Amber, please" as she pulled out a stool and sat down. "I got the invitations and the posters back from the printer's this morning, Neville. Okay if I put a couple up?"

"Sure thing", Neville replied. "You want me to hold a few back here to hand out to a few of your selected friends? I think I know most of the ones whose company you've appreciated."

"That would be great, Neville", she said as she slid over a stack of the invitations.

Cami took a sip of her Ale, then slid off her stool, armed with a small stack of the posters. She put one on the inside of the front door, so people would see it as they left, but so it would not be visible from the hallway outside.

The second one, she tacked up on the bulletin board near the pool table. A couple more went in the private alcoves, and returning to the bar, she posted the final one on the vertical beam at the end of the bar where people tended to order.

Affixing the last one, she read it again, ensuring one last time that there were no errors.


Ambassador Camryn O. Langdon

Representative of

The Most Serene Republic of Drae Nei

and

United Community Builders

Cordially invites you to attend an

Open House Reception

Tuesday, December 5th, 5pm-9pm

Drae Nei Suite, 38th Floor

(Semi-Formal or Business Attire Please)



Please RSVP to Ms. Ruth Fielding (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=509311), ext. 3801

Jinella Agaranth walks up and peeks over the Drae Nei Ambassador's shoulder at the flyer. "That looks interesting! Oh, I'm sorry," she says, realizing she might be being a touch rude.

Originally posted by Altanar
"That looks interesting! Oh, I'm sorry," she says, realizing she might be being a touch rude.


Cami smiled at the newcomer, and replied, "Oh no, no reason to be sorry, and yes, I do hope it will be interesting!"

Holding out her hand, she continued, "I'm Camryn Langdon, Ambassador from Drae Nei. I'm the one hosting the party!"

Cami smiled at the newcomer, and replied, "Oh no, it's not rude at all, and yes, I do hope it will be interesting!"

Holding out her hand, she continued, "I'm Camryn Langdon, Ambassador from Drae Nei. It's my party!"

"Oh yes...I saw you in the debate about the WHL. I'm Jinella Agaranth, the Deputy Ambassador from Altanar...pleasure to meet you," she replied, shaking Camryn's hand. "We'll definitely have to attend the party.....it would be nice to meet some people outside the bar," Jinella grinned.

"Ah, Altanar, yes. Your Ambassador Krytellin was quite good today. I'd be pleased if you would both come! Would you care to join me for a drink?"

"Ah, Altanar, yes. Your Ambassador Krytellin was quite good today. I'd be pleased if you would both come! Would you care to join me for a drink?"

"He has his moments, but don't let him hear that, it'll go right to his head," Jinella laughs. "And yes, a drink would be lovely."

Originally posted by Altanar
"He has his moments, but don't let him hear that, it'll go right to his head," Jinella laughs. "And yes, a drink would be lovely."

Cami laughed also, and replied "I suspect there are a few delegates here with the same problem. Please, pull up a stool, Jinella, and what would you like to drink?"

"Neville, Ms. Agaranth's drink is on my tab, please."

Cami laughed also, and replied "I suspect there are a few delegates here with the same problem. Please, pull up a stool, Jinella, and what would you like to drink?"

"Neville, Ms. Agaranth's drink is on my tab, please."

"What would you suggest? I do love our wine and ale from back home, but something new would be nice....I haven't had the chance to try any drinks from other countries yet."

Originally posted by Altanar
""What would you suggest? I do love our wine and ale from back home, but something new would be nice....I haven't had the chance to try any drinks from other countries yet."

"If you like ales, you might like what I'm having. It's Calaidian Amber Ale, from a nation in my region. They are not one I represent, and are in fact not a UN member, but they do make good ale!"

Cami smiled at the younger woman and continued, "And please, call me Cami."

"If you like ales, you might like what I'm having. It's Calaidian Amber Ale, from a nation in my region. They are not one I represent, and are in fact not a UN member, but they do make good ale!"

Cami smiled at the younger woman and continued, "And please, call me Cami."

"That sounds good, Cami....I am a big fan of ale. You might want to try the Eagle's Backbone Ale from Altanar....it's a bit strong, but that's not a bad thing," Jinella grinned.

Originally posted by Altanar
"That sounds good, Cami....I am a big fan of ale. You might want to try the Eagle's Backbone Ale from Altanar....it's a bit strong, but that's not a bad thing," Jinella grinned.

"I'll agree with that statement, Jinella!"

"Neville, we need two Calaidian Amber's here please!"

"I'll agree with that statement, Jinella!"

"Neville, we need two Calaidian Amber's here please!"


(OOC: I have the OOC thread up for the Office warming party on the NS board, by the way, IC thread will follow, probably in the next day or so)

When the ales arrive, Jinella sips hers, smiles, appreciatively, then takes a hearty swig. "That's not bad at all!"

(OOC: that sounds good, I'll go check it out....haven't been on that board before. :) )

Stew approaches the bar, lost in thoughts, his face reflecting the unpleasantness of his situation, passing by the table where Cami and the Altanar Delegate are.

"Ummmm... Excuse me, Neville, but could you pass me a good stiff drink? Something strong, please..."

Absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the bar, Stew notices the flyer for the Drae Nei party, and manages a small, genuine smile. That should be a nice event to attend- she's been rather nice to me...

Neville pours Stew a double finger of Tombstone Corn Whiskey, and Stew sips it, shuddering slightly as the liquid burnt down his throat.

Cami waves at Stew as he enters, and smiles.

"So, Jinella, tell me about Altanar. What is it like where you live?"

"It's a place that is changing rapidly," Jinella replies. "We were isolated for a long period of time, but about 30 years ago, the King at the time opened the nation to the outside world...in the past few years, that was expanded upon by our current King, who invited people from all oppressed lands, or anyone else for that matter, to come to Altanar and visit, settle, whatever they wished to do. Our population is changing and growing dramatically as a result, but we see it as a good thing. Stagnation is not something any nation benefits from."

"Let's see....as far as the environment goes, we're fairly diverse also. A large part of the country is desert or dry grassland, especially to the south and west. The north of our country is mountainous and pretty rugged. We only have one river, and the land around the river is completely different....hilly in some areas, flat in others, and very green and fertile. The area around our capital is the most interesting. It sits on the edge of a large lake, surrounded by another fertile area, and the mountains are just to the north. It's an interesting study in contrasts."

"As far as our society goes...we try to be an openminded people. Diversity is important to us, as is social harmony and social justice. We also take education very seriously. A lot of people would probably consider us very liberal, but we see ourselves as more progressive-minded than liberal. We've got our issues, to be sure, as every nation probably does, but we seem to be doing okay so far," Jinella smiles.

"So what is Drae Nei like? I have to admit, finding out about other nations is one of the things that excited me about being posted here."

OCC- Ooops... Must be as preoccupied as the character. LOL

IC- Hearng Cami's greeting, Stew starts, sloshing a bit of his drink on his hand, "Oh... Cami- Sorry, I didn't see you there." Stew frowned apologeticly, "I just got back from my Secretary's funeral..." He waves a hand slightly.

Smiling a little more brightly, he said, "I'm looking forward to your party."

Dimitri Petrovich, the Secretary for the Elleltian Ambassador arrived in the Strangers bar to post the fliers about the Official Grand Opening of the Elleltian UN Offices.

UN Members are Cordially Invited to the Opening of the UN offices for The United Socialist States of Ellelt, Represented in the UN by the United Socialist States of Ellelt UN Clone.

Reception to be held Friday 8th December 2006 In the USSE UN Offices on the 40th floor of the UN Building.

Special guests to Include:

Comrade Nekstor Brunzov, Minister of Defense,
Comrade Vladimir Khernynko, UN Ambassador and Host of the Reception.
Comrade Alexander Serpov, President of the Elletian Council of Ministers, General Secretary of the Communist Party of Ellelt.

Traditional Elleltian Food and Beverages to be served.
Also, Opening Ceremony featuring The Hymn of the United Socialist States of Ellelt
Smoking of any form or fashion is prohibited in the offices.
Proletarian or Causal Dress Preferred.

Please R.S.V.P. Dimitri Petrovich, Elletian UN HQ Extension #002.

Workers of the World, Unite!

Printed by the Printers Soviet 124, New Stalingrad, USSE.

OOC: RSVP in this tread

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12024436#post12024436

"We too are rapidly changing, Jinella. We are not a small nation, but we tip the scale at just barely a large one. Our population is growing rapidly. We are a Centrist Democracy, and moderate in most thing, both political and religious. We do stress education, and we are a strong supporter of civil rights, both at home and abroad.

Drae Nei has extremes too, of course, but those are mostly in climate and terrain, like Altanar. I wsih I had some pictures with me to show you, but you will see some in our suite when you come for the party."

Cami smiled at Jinella again, and asked, "What was the name of that ale you recommended? Perhaps I'll try one!"

"We too are rapidly changing, Jinella. We are not a small nation, but we tip the scale at just barely a large one. Our population is growing rapidly. We are a Centrist Democracy, and moderate in most thing, both political and religious. We do stress education, and we are a strong supporter of civil rights, both at home and abroad.

Drae Nei has extremes too, of course, but those are mostly in climate and terrain, like Altanar. I wsih I had some pictures with me to show you, but you will see some in our suite when you come for the party."

Cami smiled at Jinella again, and asked, "What was the name of that ale you recommended? Perhaps I'll try one!"

"It sounds like our nations have a lot in common," Jinella smiled back. "And the drink in question is an Eagle's Backbone Ale. It's pretty potent and almost "heavy", but it's still quite drinkable."

Stew quietly sips his drink so as to not interrupt.

Cami noticed the new flyer being posted, ands said to no one in particular, "Well well, looks like there are a few events going on this coming week."

"Nevolle, give me an Eagle's Backbone Ale, would you? I've got to try that one out, since Altanar has so highly recommended it!"

She called over to Stew as well, "Stew, you are welcome to join us if you wish, and you also, Ellelt. Perhaps though, we should get a table?"

It was beginning to look like a party!

Dimitri walked toward the table where the representatives of Altanar, Stewystan, and Drae Nei were discussing something.

"Excuse me, Perhaps I could buy you all a drink?" He asks quietly while standing in-front of the table carrying exact duplicates of the flier that he just posted on the bar's bulletin board.

Dimitri walked toward the table where the representatives of Altanar, Stewystan, and Drae Nei were discussing something.

"Excuse me, Perhaps I could buy you all a drink?" He asks quietly while standing in-front of the table carrying exact duplicates of the flier that he just posted on the bar's bulletin board.

"That sounds good, but I'm getting the round of drinks after that," Jinella grinned in response.

Smiles, and nods, "Sounds like a plan for the table, and thank you for the invite." Nodding to the Ellet Dignitary, "No thank you, this is fine for now... knocks the cobwebs out There seems to be a talble over there we can use.''

Stew points to a nice table with a view...

Cami grinned and shouted, "We'll have a round, Neville! Please have it delivered to yon table!"

Looking at the group of delegates, she continued, "Let's move, gang, we'll probably all be more comfortable there."

As they moved, she said to the delegate from Ellelt, "I'm Camryn Langdon, Ambassador from Drae Nei, and who might you be?"


(OOC: FYI, if you go back to page 325 to my party flyer, the RSVP link at the bottom will take you to the NS forum OOC thread!)

Dimitri looks to the the representative for Stewystan, "I am not a dignitary sir, rather the secretary for Ambassador Khernynko."

He glances at Ambassador Langdon. "I am Dimitri Androski Petrovich, Secretary to Elleltian Ambassador Vladimir Ivanovich Khernynko. A pleasure to meet you."

Stew followed behind the others, pushing the problem of the Vow of Wrath aside for now... it was something that he could deal with when he was in a more cheerful frame of mind.

"I will have to buy a round too tonight... A good night to just relax and enjoy the company of other."

Smiles a shining smile... relaxing a little bit finally today, then looks at the Ellelt, "Sorry, no offense was intended, I am Grand Utoy Michael Stewey- Sovereign Ruler of the Dominion of Steweystan... but please, call me Stew."

"I will have to buy a round too tonight... A good night to just relax and enjoy the company of other."

"Indeed it is," Jinella said, smiling at the new arrivals. "I'm Jinella Agaranth of Altanar, by the way....it's good to meet both of you," she says to the Elleltian and the rep from Steweystan.

"I'm pleased to meet you also, Dmitri. I didn't think I'd seen you in debate on the GA floor, although I have seen Ambassador Khernynko. He's another whose debate style I respect."

Hearing Stew's final comment, Cami added, "And please, call me Cami."

Cami sighed, listening to the GA Floor monitor, where it appeared Allech-Atreus was going after CP.

"A pleasure to meet you as well Jinella, and Dimitri. Have any of you seen any more of those bunnies around?"

Stew raises a curious eyebrow as the approach the table, "Please, ladies first," waving a hand at the table, "In my Nation, women get first choice of seats..."

Demitri noded repsectfully to the Altanarian Ambassdor.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well." he said in his accented English.

Looking towards the Ambassador of Drae Nei.

"Comrade Khernynko is an able politican, secret policeman, and member of the Party. He does my nation a great credit, indeed if he were not the right man for the job I do not think that Comrade Serpov would have appointed him. I, myself rarely say anything on the GA floor without the permission of my superior. In my country it is considered bad form."

Quynn Olver walks over to read the flier just posted by the secretary from Ellelt. On the way, he lights up a Fine Yeldan Cigarette™. When he gets close enough to read the flier, he sees these words:

Smoking of any form or fashion is prohibited in the offices.

"Well, that's one UN office grand opening I won't be attending".

*takes a drag from the Fine Yeldan Cigarette™ and walks away mumbling*

"....you know, I'm pretty sure Stalin smoked a pipe...and I know Brezhnev likes cigarettes, we just got through re-animating him....have to consult Felix about this..."

Cami waved at the Yeldan Foreign Minister, suspecting he would not join them until he had finished cigarette, if he joined them at all. Some people were more concerned than others with the effects of second hand smoke.

While she didn't smoke herself, her father had, and she was used to it.

*Quynn finishes his Fine Yeldan Cigarette™ and walks over to Cami*

Ambassador Camryn O. Langdon is it? We've never met, but I am Quynn Olver, the Foreign Minister of The People's Democratic Republic of Yelda. I would be delighted to attend Drae Nei's Office Warming Party. If it's acceptable to you, I'd also like to bring our UN ambassador, Felix Dzerzhinsky. You probably know him as "Iron Felix". I promise not to let him break anything.

Cami laughed, but she had a sour look on her face.

"Stew, remember those diplomatic ways we spoke of the other day, to say various things? I've just got to tell you, CP is a muse for me, as far as coming up with some!"

With a wicked little smile on her face, Cami hoisted her Ale and shouted, "To diplomacy!"

Demitri approaches the the Yeldan Representative.

"Comrade, those are the wishes of our General Secretary who is allergic to tobacco smoke. We did not mean it to be offensive. Nor can we control it if you wish to smoke in the UN hallway outside of the offices. This decision was taken due to the health concerns of our Great Leader and Teacher Comrade Serpov. Although perhaps you might find that Elletian Snuff is just as good as any cigarette...I myself used to smoke."

Cami laughed, but she had a sour look on her face.

"Stew, remember those diplomatic ways we spoke of the other day, to say various things? I've just got to tell you, CP is a muse for me, as far as coming up with some!"

With a wicked little smile on her face, Cami hoisted her Ale and shouted, "To diplomacy!"

Jinella hoisted her ale as well. "Yes, to diplomacy....although I must admit, my boss isn't being too diplomatic just now," she said, listening to the earpiece in her ear as the Altanari ambassador begins to get a little grouchy on the GA floor.

"My translater keeps mucking things up... I'll have to read the transcripts... and learn this new Diplomatic phrases."

Demitri returned to the table where he had been enjoying the company of the UN Reps.

"Sorry about that, I just felt the need to clarify things with the Yeldan Comrade. Ellelt has great respect for them, even if we do not always agree with them. I have watched the Representative from Community Property myself. Indeed he seems to think himself a Marxist, but he is clearly not a Marxist-Leninist if the minutes I've taken while with Comrade Khernynko on the debating floors are anything to go by. Indeed we watch Community Property closely...we are not sure of what to make of them as of yet."

Originally posted by Altanar
Jinella hoisted her ale as well. "Yes, to diplomacy....although I must admit, my boss isn't being too diplomatic just now," she said, listening to the earpiece in her ear as the Altanari ambassador begins to get a little grouchy on the GA floor.


Cami just laughed at Jinella's comment. "That's 'grouchy'?

I have watched the Representative from Community Property myself. Indeed he seems to think himself a Marxist, but he is clearly not a Marxist-Leninist if the minutes I've taken while with Comrade Khernynko on the debating floors are anything to go by. Indeed we watch Community Property closely...we are not sure of what to make of them as of yet."

"I'm not sure even they know what they are, or what to make of themselves. They apparently just accused Altanar of being a nation that hates all environmental legislation, when our record clearly shows otherwise. It's mindboggling," Jinella said wryly.

"Community Property thinks he knows all, and invented all, I think..." Stew smiles as he sips his drink...

Cami just laughed at Jinella's comment. "That's 'testy'?

"For us, it is, especially in a diplomatic context. We try really hard not to let our tempers get away with us," Jinella replied. "Although, if the WHL debate keeps going, I'm thinking that a prime display of Altanari temper will occur....when Jaris...er...Ambassador Krytellin starts getting short and snappish with his answers, that's a sign he's beginning to lose his temper a bit."

"I can understand that, Jinella. I am perhaps not quite as reserved, however, there are many on the GA Floor who don't even have what little restraint I do."

Cami sipped her ale, and thought of a few...

"Well, the thing is that he accused Comrade Khernynko of supporting militarism and imperialism just the other day. He does not and nether does the Elleltian government nor the Elleltian Communist Party.

We do; however, support self-defense and that does mean we have weapons and will use them if attacked or threatened with attack. While we trust our in-region neighbors as they are all communist or socialist states of some form or an other we do not trust other nations to not attack us. If it were a perfect world, everyone would be communist and there would be no need for war, or even states as Marx and Engels clearly described in their writings.

As for Community Property' representative being arrogant, yes you can say that is our opinion."

Demitri poured himself an other shot from his 500mL bottle of Stolichnya.

"Community Property thinks he knows all, and invented all, I think..." Stew smiles as he sips his drink...

OOC: Please remember that we are roleplaying, even in the debates. The entity of "Community Property" exists as both a nation and a player, but when you're in IC you should take care to refer to the representative from Community Property. It's courtesy to keep the divide between IC and OOC.

Demitri approaches the the Yeldan Representative.

"Comrade, those are the wishes of our General Secretary who is allergic to tobacco smoke. We did not mean it to be offensive. Nor can we control it if you wish to smoke in the UN hallway outside of the offices. This decision was taken due to the health concerns of our Great Leader and Teacher Comrade Serpov. Although perhaps you might find that Elletian Snuff is just as good as any cigarette...I myself used to smoke."

Hmmm...I'll send Felix. I've never seen him smoke anything and his political philosophy seems to be more in tune with yours. Keep him away from the vodka though. We're trying to get him off that.

Originally posted by Ellelt
"As for Community Property being arrogant, yes you can say that is our opinion."


"No argument here, Demitri."

"I can understand that, Jinella. I am perhaps not quite as reserved, however, there are many on the GA Floor who don't even have what little restraint I do."

Cami sipped her ale, and thought of a few...

"I think the representative from CP is a prime example of lack of restraint....that whole full-bore shotgun-blast approach to talking to people seems counterproductive," Jinella ponders. "We tend to take the exact approach...we speak rarely, but usually have something fairly decent to say when we do."

Originally posted by Allech-Atreus
Please remember that we are roleplaying, even in the debates. The entity of "Community Property" exists as both a nation and a player, but when you're in IC you should take care to refer to the representative from Community Property. It's courtesy to keep the divide between IC and OOC.
Today 1:23 AM



OOC: This becomes difficult when he rarely posts indicating his IC personage. When others do not indicate who they are speaking as, I refer to them by their national name. No offense intended or implied. I would hazard that most in the Bar tonight do not know who his "ambassador" personage is. However, I will refer to him as the janitor, in IC from now on.

OOC: This becomes difficult when he rarely posts indicating his IC personage. When others do not indicate who they are speaking as, I refer to them by their national name. No offense intended or implied. I would hazard that most in the Bar tonight do not know who his "ambassador" personage is. However, I will refer to him as the janitor, in IC from now on.

OOC: I agree that it's hard, but I'll try to make the distinction from now on as well. I don't have any issues with anyone here OOC, and don't want to convey that impression.

IC: Jinella, her hand to her earpiece, turns slightly red.

"Well, the Elleltian Delegation, speaks on many different topics. But when we support something, we can back up why we support it, and if we oppose something we can back up why we oppose. The only thing that over talking achieves in floor debate is making one disliked, and even viewed as arrogant or worse stupid."

Demitri tapped out some of his snuff on the back of his hand and sniffed it loudly, and then wiped the remainder of snuff that had not made it inside his nose off with his handkerchief

"My pardons, if you all consider this action rude. In Ellelt it is not considered to be rude at all."

OOC: This becomes difficult when he rarely posts indicating his IC personage. When others do not indicate who they are speaking as, I refer to them by their national name. No offense intended or implied. I would hazard that most in the Bar tonight do not know who his "ambassador" personage is. However, I will refer to him as the janitor, in IC from now on.OOC: You might wish to bookmark OMGTKK's excellent thread, “Meet the Reps II½ (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=507615)”

Some of the key members of the PDRCP delagation (past and future) can be found there (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11967612&postcount=4).

As for the janitor, it's probably best just to call him Tom.

*sigh*

I would remind all of you that the Community Property delegation has been an honored member of this assembly for a very long time. True, their ways are "different", but it would be wise not to dismiss them."

OOC: This becomes difficult when he rarely posts indicating his IC personage. When others do not indicate who they are speaking as, I refer to them by their national name. No offense intended or implied. I would hazard that most in the Bar tonight do not know who his "ambassador" personage is. However, I will refer to him as the janitor, in IC from now on.

OOC: That's fine, but the representative is not named "Community Property." the form "The representative from Community Property" is much more appropriate.

Just use common sense, just because some people don't like his style doesn't mean that you can't get a flame warning.

IC:


Prince Tang smiled widely as he moved a black piece on the board in front of him.

"I do believe that I have crossed your T, Rang."

The bearded man furrowed his brow, looking over the game board and the pieces, tugging nervously on one of his beard braids.

"By the Emperor, Tang, you've got me." He smiled. "It was good of Neville to watch the board for us when we were on the debate floor, although I must admit I wish that he had moved some of the pieces!"

The Prince laughed. "It wouldn't have helped you!"

Taking a look around the bar again, he caught the groups of ambassadors setting about and chatting. Ms. Langdon and Mr. Khernyko were talking, and that odd man from Steweystan was nearby.

"It looks like there are a few open houses going on. Perhaps we might do the same?" Erman asked.

"Perhaps. Our Aushedar friend might disapprove, and I can't say how interested people might be to chat with vor dan Hoogelhande. He's boring as hell."

Rang Erman laughed, and took a drink.

Cami yawned, slightly, surprising herself. She didn't feel that tired yet.

"Friends, just a reminder. Our Office Warming is an open house. You don't need to be there right at five o'clock, and no need to stay until nine o'clock if you don't wish too. That's not to say you can't come at five, and stay until nine if you want to though."

Cami smiled slightly finishing her statement, fully expecting some folks would be there long after nine.

OOC: This becomes difficult when he rarely posts indicating his IC personage. When others do not indicate who they are speaking as, I refer to them by their national name. No offense intended or implied. I would hazard that most in the Bar tonight do not know who his "ambassador" personage is. However, I will refer to him as the janitor, in IC from now on.

OOC: In that case, just do what I do, refer to them as the "representative/ambassador/delegate/whatever (well one of them at least) from X."

Originally posted by Community Property
OOC: You might wish to bookmark OMGTKK's excellent thread, “Meet the Reps II½”


OOC: You might wish to actually use a NAME as to who you are speaking as, also sir. I include a sig as to that every time I post on the GA Floor. If you prefer, I will refer to you as the janitor, as that is the only personage I've actually seen you refer to yourself as in my short time playing here. I see no reason for me to "guess" who you are speaking as, or to check the meet the reps thread. Most who post regularly, include a sig.

For that matter, I do believe I have almost always (so far) referred to you as the "representative from Community Property", because of the absence of a signature.

Many of the "Reps" have several personalities listed, myself included. It is not up to me, to figure out which one you might be speaking as that day.

*sigh*

I would remind all of you that the Community Property delegation has been an honored member of this assembly for a very long time. True, their ways are "different", but it would be wise not to dismiss them."

"I was not dismissing them at all comrade. We just find their ways counter productive to say the least. Indeed If the U.S.S.E. and its delegation were to dismiss the Representatives from Community Property, we wouldn't watch them at all. As it is though, everything they say and do is noted. Just doing the job that any person trained by the Commission for Extraordinary Affairs would do."

OOC: You might wish to actually use a NAME as to who you are speaking as, also sir.OOC: My word! I offer you a helpful link, and you bite my head off. You should try deep belly laughs for stress relief; they work wonders. Seriously. You ever see anyone start a war after belly laughing?

I didn't think so.

"Well it's getting late and I've had one too many Old Yeldan Imperial Jet Fuel Barleywines™. I think I'll head over to The Bunker and try to get some sleep. Goodnight all!"

*waves at the representatives from Ellelt, Drae Nei, Allech-Atreus and Altanar (and the OOC personages of Flibbleites and Community Property)*



*Quynn then walks over to his table, where his guests, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Eleanor Roosevelt and Marlon Brando are still seated*

"It's been a long day, I'm going back to The Bunker to get some shut-eye. Stay here as long as you want, the place never closes."



*Quynn stumbles out of the bar, nearly tripping over a Robotic Destructor Bunny in the doorway*

OOC: Yes, I just left Hunter S. Thompson, Eleanor Roosevelt and Marlon Brando sitting in the Strangers Bar. Deal with them.

Originally posted by The Esteemed Representative from Community Property
OOC: My word! I offer you a helpful link, and you bite my head off. You should try deep belly laughs for stress relief; they work wonders. Seriously. You ever see anyone start a war after belly laughing?

I didn't think so.

OOC: Sorry, I fail to see most things you post as helpful, or containing humor, so far. Given the comments of my fellow players, IC or OOC, I suggest I am not alone. Do yourself a favor, pal - if you really want to get things passed, or blocked, that are important to you, keep it relatively polite, even when IC. "Warm fuzzy reach arounds", and delegate pen popsicles, as terminology, when you never identify who you are speaking as, lead one to believe you are speaking OOC, not IC. Add to that, your OOC comments are extremely similar to the ones you make IC. Makes it hard to think there is any difference. I can play a bitch, but I am not one OOC. In your case, it's just hard to tell.

OOC:

Actually I believe the ambassador has a point. We are not mind readers, or at least I am not, and I highly doubt anyone else here is either. Ellelt has several persons who speak for it and we make it a point to identify ourselves either within the body of the text or with our signature. In formal debates on the Floor I am either Alexander Serpov (the CPE Gensec), Vladimir Khernynko (the UN Ambassador). Nekstor Brunzov (Minister of Defense) Is used in II, and Demitri is used when he is needed.

Each and every time I do this because I do not think it is the responsibility of the members of the UN or of this forum generally to try and figure out which Bolshevik is speaking.

All that Drae Nei was asking for was to know which of your various stoned hippies you are acting as. This is merely a request to follow common protocol, hardly something anyone else would find undesirable, or rude in any way shape or form.

Now I must ask you...have you ever had athletes mouth? You keep your foot in there quite often.

Demitri Petrovich
The very incensed Secretary for the Elleltian Ambassador.

Originally posted by Yelda
OOC: Yes, I just left Hunter S. Thompson, Eleanor Roosevelt and Marlon Brando sitting in the Strangers Bar. Deal with them.


Cami says to no one in particular, "I'll take Hunter S. and Eleanor, if someone else wants Marlon."

"Neville, I need a round over here, could be a long night!"

Jinella waves goodbye to the Yeldan representative and downs her ale in one gulp. "I'll second that call for another round," she calls out.

"Good evening Hunter, Eleanor, I'm Cami Langdon, Ambassador from Drae Nei. No, no, no need to respond, I understand. "

Jinella, I'm going to have to go after this next one. It's been a longer evening than I expected. But hey, your boss was admirably restrained tonight, in my opinion!"

"Good evening Hunter, Eleanor, I'm Cami Langdon, Ambassador from Drae Nei. No, no, no need to respond, I understand. "

Jinella, I'm going to have to go after this next one. It's been a longer evening than I expected. But hey, your boss was admirably restrained tonight, in my opinion!"

"The night is young, for him anyway. We'll see how it goes. But yes, it is getting late, after this one I think I shall depart, before I am unable to walk back!"

"I hear that, Jinella. Tonight, I think I'll be sleeping on the futon in my office! What floor is your delegation on? Do you have a view?"

Demitri rose from the table and took his fliers with him.

"It has been a long night. I need to go back to the office and see if I can find a comfortable place on the floor. I have yet to have found adequate loggings for myself or my family as of yet...but Comrade Khernynko was nice enough to allow me to sleep in the office. He insists on the Ambassadorial automobile."

The secretary staggers from the bar, quite intoxicated.

Jinella waved goodbye to the Elleltian, and turned back to Cami. "We're on the 15th floor, and we do have a view. We have a couple of them, actually," she giggled.

"Yes, I do too, actually. I got lucky enough to get a corner office! We're on the 38th floor, and progress is ongoing to remove Restaurant La Fou-Fou for a new delegation coming in. It's too bad, actually, we would have enjoyed having a restaurant on the same floor."

"Ours is a corner office too! Aren't they great? You really should come see ours sometime. We may have a reception thing also...or just a party, who knows? It's too bad they're tearing out the restaurant on your floor, though. That would have been convenient for you."

"Yes, but then, it's just the elevator down to get take-out from here if necessary. I'm not familiar yet with any of the other resturants in the building. My secretary get's me Starbuck's though!"

Cami yawned and looked at her watch.

"Damn, how did it get so late!"

She looked at Jinella apologetically.

"I've got to get going, Jinella. Tonight was enjoyable, and I am glad I made your acquaintence. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Ambassador Krytellin at our reception."

"I enjoyed it as well....it was good to meet you. I look forward to the reception as well...I think I am going to depart as well for now. Have a good night!"

OOC: Quit bitchin', folks. It's a game.

IC: Neville placed a spare barstool on top of the counter.

"Gentlebeings, a brief public service announcement," he intoned.

"The proper way to start a brawl is to smash on of these over the head or shoulders of the brawlee," he continued, indicating the barstool. "They're carefully constructed to disintegrate in a truly satisfying way. This is not, after all, the General Assembly. We have standards here."

The announcement had the effect most such announcements do: people start making going-home noises.

Except, of course, for the formidable trio abandoned by the Yeldan ambassador.

Certainly,the Bar was the ideal habitat for a practitioner of Gonzo journalism. Certainly, The (original) Wild One would fit right in, though he might have to wait around a while if he wanted a Last Tango. But what to do with the polite, but damnably idealistic, Elinor?

Neville had seized on Cami's offer with relief. "Just don't swallow, smoke, imbibe or inject anything he gives you, and don't let her start improving your welfare system, because she will if you give her half a chance," he advised.

Unobserved, a robot destructor bunny did robot destructor bunny things. But Neville was too tired to notice.

Cami listened to Neville as she finished her drink, and contemplated her companions. It had been a far rougher night than she expected, and she just didn't see how she could deal with both of them.

"Alright Neville, here's the deal. The Bar doesn't close anyway, and I figure Marlon and Hunter can keep themselves awake all night bickering anyway. I'll take Eleanor home with me, the futon is big enough, and I do have a few questions I'd like to ask her about Franklin."

"What?"

"Yeah, I know about her rumored past. No biggie, Neville. Adds to my intrigue is all."

"But thanks anyway, Neville. I've got the better end of the deal."

"I'll agree, Neville, she may not be gorgeous, but you get those two for the rest of the night."

"Yeah, I love you too, Neville."


"Oh hey, Stew. No. not much happening, but those two gentlemen may want some conversation. Cami waves towards Hunter and Marlon. "I've gotta fly, Stew, seeya tomorrow."

Snapping out of his revere, Stew blushes at Cami, "I'm sorry... did anybody say something to me?"

"I don't know, Stew, been a little preoccupied myself. See you later."

"C'mon Eleanor, lets get out of here."

Cami yells to the room, "Night all!"

"Good Night Cami."

Stew waves a little absentmindedly... Well, he thought, I wasn't exactly good company, now was I? Sighing, Stew got up and headed towards the door to get some sleep, Guess all I can really do right now is wait for Arnold's brother to come fulfill his Vow of Wrath...

Cami yawned as she returned to the Strangers Bar, having left too few hours before. She noticed Hunter S. and Marlon, still going at it verbally in the corner, and after procuring a cup of coffee for Eleanor, she sent her off on that direction.

"Thanks, Eleanor. I always wondered exactly what Franklin meant by that."

"Neville, I'll take a cup of coffee also. I hope the boys didn't cause you too much trouble last night."

While waiting for her coffee, Cami glanced once again at the flyer she had posted the night before.



Ambassador Camryn O. Langdon

Representative of


The Most Serene Republic of Drae Nei

and

United Community Builders

Cordially invites you to attend an

Open House Reception

Tuesday, December 5th, 5pm-9pm

Drae Nei Suite, 38th Floor

(Semi-Formal or Business Attire Please)


Please RSVP to Ms. Ruth Fielding (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=509311), ext. 3801


So far, it looked like they were going to have a good turnout.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she debated joining Eleanor, Hunter and Marlon, but decided she just wasn't up to it yet. She grabbed her crossword puzzle and headed for her usual table.

Neville placed a spare barstool on top of the counter.Unobserved, a robot destructor bunny did robot destructor bunny things. But Neville was too tired to notice.

The barstool rose up into the air, floated across the room, and descended with considerable force upon the head of the 'robot destructor bunny' which collapsed to the ground. The stool -- apparently undamaged by that collision -- settled upright on the ground, and then the robotic bunny rose into the air and hurled out of the room through a fortuitously-open window. A distant clattering sound, and some faint swearing, arose from below...

"Got it," said Harvey. "That's one less fake Wabbit around. Gee, Felix was right, defenstrating enemies does make you feel better..."

Cami chuckled at the neatly done bunny defenestration, and marveled at the stool. She filed the information away, should she need it in the future.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she looked at the next clue...

32 down: obfuscate


Hmm, 7 letters, starting with a c...

Stew enters, his chest bulging slightly from the bulletproof vest he's currently wearing under his robes and suit, and heads to the bar...

"Hello Cami, I hope your day is going well? Neville... Some Nadia Blue wine, please... thank you..."

Raising and eyebrow in humour, Stew asks Cami, "Was that a bunny that just floated out the window? It's language at the bottom sounds like something from the GA recently..."

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry Stew. I was buried in my crossword puzzle."

Cami stretched and looked at her watch.

"I've been working on this for hours now, but I finally finished. I like the really difficult ones."

"I think it's time for a drink. Can I get you anything while I am at the bar?"

"A glass of Nadia Blue Wine would be nice" Stew said with a smile, trying not to let some concern slip into his voice.

After a minute, a server brought Stew his wine. Glancing up, he noticed Cami was talking on her portacomm. She made a motion, signifying she was sorry.

Stew nods politely, and steps back so as to give Cami some privacy. After a couple of minutes of sipping his wine, thinking, he decides to voice his concerns to her at a later time... No sense bothering her when she's got so many other things on her mind as well...

Quietly placing his glass on the bar, he heads out in search of a decent second hand book store.

Cami regretted that Stew had left, but she really hadn't been able to avoid the call. The President's Defense Minister had called, to discuss diplomatic matters, notably, the possibility of establishing an embassy exchange with Ariddia.

"A Calaidian Amber, please, Neville."

It was quite late, but she wanted to go over her guest list before she called it a day. It wasn't complete yet, but of those who had RSVP'd, twenty one were coming so far. Ambassador Roarth of Islenska hadn't replied yet, however, she had gotten word that the Kennyites may show up, unannounced.

Amost all of her staff would be there as well, with the exception of the two military folks who were on the duty roster for the night shift. That brought the number so far to thirty one, although Prince Tang was tentative, but she did expect Christopher to show up, if his schedule allowed it.


She'd seen most of the guests on the debate floor, but not all of them were regulars at the Stranger's Bar. She was looking forward to meeting them all personally.

Looking up, she noticed that the flyer she had left by the bar was gone.

"Neville, what happened to the flyer I put here? Did someone take it? I left you with extras..."

"It was one of the bunnies, Cami. It wandered in, and since it didn't see any drink umbrellas handy, it climbed up on the bar stool and ate your flyer."

Cami just looked at Neville. Those bunnies were odd.

"It was just before you came in earlier today, Cami. But someone or something apparently took offense, and the bunny was defenestrated."

She recalled the defenestration that morning, but hadn't realized that her flyer had perhaps caused it!


Cami laughed, and took another sip of her ale. "Grab me another flyer will you, Neville? It won't do to have this one gone already, it's probably the one most see."

It was quite late, but she wanted to go over her guest list before she called it a day. It wasn't complete yet, but of those who had RSVP'd, twenty one were coming so far. Ambassador Roarth of Islenska hadn't replied yet, however, she had gotten word that the Kennyites may show up, unannounced.

Amost all of her staff would be there as well, with the exception of the two military folks who were on the duty roster for the night shift. That brought the number so far to thirty one, although Prince Tang was tentative, but she did expect Christopher to show up, if his schedule allowed it.

Serph had watched his ambassador sink into yet another depression, following his apparent rejection. In the face of more exotic pursuits, it seemed, some delegates became less interested in discussing economic affairs. This turn of events only mildly disconcerted the Kriovaller monarch, though it was infrequent that he could escape the gravity well of the Capital, or of the White City just to its east. Then he had seen the flyer, and he hoped that he was not too late.

"Please excuse my interruption," the dark-skinned paladin said toward Cami, recognizing her from a recent dossier that had crossed his desk, "but I was wondering whether our nation might arrange a delegation to attend your function. Of course, given the lateness of our request..."

"By all means sir, it is open to all UN delegations who wish to stop by. Information, and where to RSVP can be found on this flyer."




Ambassador Camryn O. Langdon

Representative of


The Most Serene Republic of Drae Nei

and

United Community Builders

Cordially invites you to attend an

Open House Reception

Tuesday, December 5th, 5pm-9pm

Drae Nei Suite, 38th Floor

(Semi-Formal or Business Attire Please)


Please RSVP to Ms. Ruth Fielding (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=509311), ext. 3801




Cami smiled, and said, "I look forward to seeing you there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off."

She called a thanks to Neville, and headed out of the bar.

*Steps over broken barstools as he enters the bar.*

"Ah! Just like the bar back home. A nice touch."



Dan Slade UN Rep.

The Commonwealth of Fungia
:fluffle:

Cami Langdon walked into the Bar, along with her office manager, Ruth Fielding. "I'll get us a drink, Ruth, then we can go over that hors d'oeuvre menu for the party."

After getting them each a mimosa, Cami joined Ruth at her usual table.

"I'm providing Jimmy with a copy of the guest list, Ruth, and letting him be responsible for the bar stock. That way, we'll have drinks from all nations who are attending, as well as some of Drae Nei's finest beverages."

Ruth nodded, and replied. "That's kind of what I've tried to do with the food also, Cami, but Lord some of these people eat strange things!"

Cami checkled, thinking over the events of the last few weeks. If Ruth thought the foods were strange, she didn't know the half of it!

Idly, she noticed a newcomer had entered the Bar.

Entering, Stew notices a newcomer, and smiles in his direction.

Stupid bulletproof vest... chaffing...

He goes to the bar and orders a Nadia Blue wine, fiddling with a book, and looking around a little nervously, and sees Cami. Stew apporaches and smiles nervously.

"Ummmm... Cami, I have a concern that I need to express to you, if possible..."

"Hello, Stew. I'm so sorry about last night. It couldn't be avoided." Indicating Ruth, she continued, "This is my office manager, Ruth Fielding. If this is private, we can step over to another table for a few moments?"

"I took no offense- business before relaxation." Stew smiled at Cami. "It isn't private, but is of some concern to me... Ummm... as you may- or may not know, I had to attend the funeral of my Secretary recently. Things did not go well, I'm afraid."

Stew frowns abit before continuing, "His brother took a Vow of Wrath at the funeral, claiming I am to blame for his brother's death, in that after I fired him, he killed himself. Under the Vow of Wrath, the Accused, and those associated with him- Family... and Friends- like you are at risk of harm during the intended assassination attempt. I would like you to take what steps the Major can to keep you safe... I would hate to lose my first friend here..."

Fiddling with his tie, Stew, makes a nervous throat clearing noise.

Idly, she noticed a newcomer had entered the Bar.

*Bows to the lady and gent.*

"Greetings to you both."

*Taps bar*

"Barman a large Brandy."


Dan Slade UN Rep.

The Commonwealth of Fungia

Stew bows to the newcomer, "Good day, I'm Grand Utoy Michael Stewey- Sovereign Ruler of The Dominion of Steweystan, but you can call me Stew here. May I ask your name, sir?"

Vladimir Khernynko, the Elleltian Ambassador walks into the bar after having to deal with a great deal of problems in both the UN and also in the Regional politics of the ACS.

He spots the Grand Utoy of Steweystan and also the representive of Drae Nei and approaches them.

"Hello Grand Utoy, Madam Ambassador."

"Ah, Ambassador Khernynko, pleased to meet you finally, I've been impressed with your thoughts on the GA floor," Stew bows to the Ellelt Ambassador, "I'm Michael Stewey- but please, call me Stew. May I get you a drink?"

"Good afternoon, Vladimir, so nice to see you. I have to agree with Grand Utoy Stewey, you have been most eloquent lately!"

Cami smiled at the Elleltian Ambassador warmly.




Addressing Stew, Cami stated, "This sounds serious, Stew."

"The Vow of Wrath is something from centuries ago during Clan days- and has yet to be taken off the books. Nothing may come of it, as my Police Forces are currently tracking him down... but better to be safe, then sorry, right" Stew gives Cami a reassuring smile. "Perhaps your Major can offer some more advice on alternate techniques that can be used to prevent anything from happening?"

"I'll certainly let Major Robards know, and see if he can offer any suggestions, Stew. In the mean time, if I were you, I would have your own local authorities keep an eye on this man. You may also want to let UN Security know. My team technically has no authority here, other than for the safety of my own delegation."

While Cami was concerned for the Grand Utoy, she really had little to offer, regarding his own personal safety.

"I would be thankful for any advice he can offer, and my people are currently keeping their eye on him," Stew taps his chest, making a soft thumping noise, "And I am taking some precautions of my own. And I have let UN Security know as well."

Taking a sip, Stew brightens up, "Luckily, the Vow limits him to a knife, so I should be quite safe."

Cami grinned at Stew's last comment. "A bullet proof undershirt, eh?"

"I may be expecting problems at our Open House already, Stew. Rumor has it the Kennyites may show up. That could make things very interesting."

"Thank you for your Sentements Grand Utoy, Madam Ambassador. I try to represent the intrests of my nation and the Communist Party of Ellelt to the best of my ablity. You all have heard of the reception we are having on 8 December havent you?"

*hands each a flier*

UN Members are Cordially Invited to the Opening of the UN offices for The United Socialist States of Ellelt, Represented in the UN by the United Socialist States of Ellelt UN Clone.

Reception to be held Friday 8th December 2006 In the USSE UN Offices on the 40th floor of the UN Building.

Special guests to Include:

Comrade Nekstor Brunzov, Minister of Defense,
Comrade Vladimir Khernynko, UN Ambassador and Host of the Reception.
Comrade Alexander Serpov, President of the Elletian Council of Ministers, General Secretary of the Communist Party of Ellelt.

Traditional Elleltian Food and Beverages to be served.
Also, Opening Ceremony featuring The Hymn of the United Socialist States of Ellelt
Smoking of any form or fashion is prohibited in the offices.
Proletarian or Causal Dress Preferred.

Please R.S.V.P. Dimitri Petrovich, Elletian UN HQ Extension #002.

Workers of the World, Unite!

Printed by the Printers Soviet 124, New Stalingrad, USSE.

"Yes, one way to beat a very old law. hehehe." Smiling even broader, Stew takes a drink, "I have yet to meet the Kennyites, but I have heard... things. I hope it doesn't cause too much of a problem at the party."

Turns to Ambassador Khernynko, taking a flier, "It would be a pleasure to attend, Ambassador," Stew says with another bright smile.

"Yes, Vladimir, thank you. I believe Ruth has already submitted our RSVP. We're looking forward to attending!"

Cami smiled brightly at the Elleltian representative.


"Me too, Stew. There was a mention of...setting things on fire", she said with a sigh.

"Well, my Secretary, Demitri is in charge of the RSVP functions. I would do it myself but I'm quite busy at the moment. As for the Kennyites...yes they will make the party amusing to say the least. I've worked with them in the past and have great respect for the UN Delegation."

Vladimir drank his shot of vodka.

"I will also be attending your opening reception with my secretary. I hope you do not consider my Party Uniform to be too casual. The Uniform itself was designed to look much like the work cloths of an Elleltian factory worker and I often wear it on the UN floor. Ellelt has recently banned the use of business suits you see."

Stew raises an eyebrow at Cami, "Setting things on fire? Rather bad form at a party, don't you think? Ambassador Khernynko, may I offer to buy you a drink?"

"Not at all, Vladimir, your Party uniform is perfectly acceptable."

Cami chuckled. "So, you've banned business suits? I've always wondered why the males in my nation choose to conduct business with nooses tied around their necks, albeit ones they put there themselves!"

"And yes Stew, I would think that would be rather bad form!"

"I would appreciate it. Barkeep, we should like two shots of Ziberian Jack, one for myself and my friend here."

Vladimir looks to the Grand Utoy of Steweystan.

"This is a quite popular liquor in my country. You'll notice that it has a citrus after taste."

At the last minute Demitri rushes in to the Bar and hands the link to Ambassador Khernynko.

"Sorry to disturb you comrade, but this is where UN Delegate members may go to RSVP thier attendence with me...I should have gotten it to you sooner."

"Demitri, worry not...you have a full plate."

Vladimir looks at the link:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=509323

Takes the shot, and smiles, "Well, I shall have to bring you a bottle of Nadia Blue wine as a Peace offering at your function. You may like it." Downing the shot, Stew grins broadly after a few seconds, "Very nice indeed. A few more of these, and I may just remove this "noose" of mine." Stew grins at Cami while fiddling a little with his tie.

"Any idea why the Kennyites would want to light something on fire in the first place? I'm rather intrigued by them right now. Hehehe"

"Apparently, it's just what they do, Stew. Show up drunk and rowdy, with a penchant for trashing the place." Cami sighed. "We'll just have to deal with it, if they show up."

"By the way, Stew...did you know that the bunny that got defenestrated in here yesterday ate my flier? Neville told me last night when I noticed the one at the bar was missing. They certainly do seem to like eating paper, although I think they are overly fond of the drink umbrellas."

"I shall have to watch for them, then." Stew get an amused look on his face, "Ate your flier did it? Interesting... They eat paper, and write with chocolate. I saw it get defensawatsis out the window. Was an interesting sight, to be sure." Chuckling, Stew orders another round of drink.

"How many of the items at your party will be destructble? Might assist in the clean up..."

"Grand Utoy, there is no need for a peace offering, however I will accept your wine. Ellelt is too cold to produce wine, but we do import it from some of our more southernly neighbors, although its not exactly a beverage that is purchased in large quantities. Most of the Imported wine is used for diplomatic entertainment rather than as an article of mass consumption. Elleltians prefer distilled sprits usually. Vodka, Ziberian Jack, and we also have beer, which is prefered in the summer.

As for the Kennyites being intoxicated and setting things on fire...well we have never seen it first hand, but thats a possiblity with any delegate that has more than his or her share of drinks."

"Are you able to grow blueberries, Ambassador Khernynko? We make our wines from various berries that grow in the Nadia province. And I agree about delegates and drinking... I remember one rather enjoyable brawl at my Sister's wedding."

"I'm not really going to worry about it, Stew. If they do show up and wreck anything, we'll simply bill them for the replacements."

Cami smiled, and turned the conversation toward more work related topics.

"By the way, it looks like there is no way the repeal of the WHL can fail. Votes are running seven to two in favor of the repeal."


As an aside to Ruth, sitting there looking bored, Cami added, "The menu looks fine, Ruth, thanks for your input. You're free to go, and I'll touch base with you later."

Ruth replied simply, "Thanks boss", and headed out of the bar.

"Hehehe... Yes, I noticed that about the Vote... But some people just enjoy fighting to the bitter end... kinda heroic... but not in this case..."

Vladimir had finally decided that it was time for an other shot of Ziberian Jack and so ordered one.

"Well blueberries are not native to my country, but the Urzak Republic produces them, but they are used as food as there isn't a very large crop. We do produce a hard cider from apples and pears though although Ive not heard anyone drinking it except during the Winter Solstice Celebration."

"On the issue of the WHL repeal, while I personally agree with the sentiment of the original resolution its application has lead to much abuse and should be repealed. I would also like a replacement but my government feels that its better left to the individual nations to determine environmental legislation and not a matter for the UN to become involved in except in areas like say the ozone layer or pollutants/contamination that will cross national boundaries."

"Well, Ambassador, maybe we can get together and arrange a Trade Agreement of some sort," Stew smile broadly, ordering a Nadia Blue Wine.

"That Grand Utoy may be possible, but we would probably be interested in purchasing fruits which are lacking the Elleltian diet because of our climate. Ellelt is fortunate that we are nearly self-sufficient in most areas, we need only import fruit, rubber, tin, and spices. Thats one benefit of having a large territory. We could probably remove the need to import fruit if we could find a way to irrigate our south-eastern deserts but our agricultural technology is lacking in that area."

Vladimir took a pinch of his apricot scented snuff and held the box open before the Grand Utoy and the Madame Ambassador of Drae Nei.

"This is our most popular vice...our fine snuffs."

"Hmmmm," Stew says to the Ambassador from Ellelt, "I can see what I can do about exporting some of our fruits as part of an agreement." Looking at the snuff, Stew politely shakes his head, "Thank you, but not thank you, I'm quite content with my wine." Hold up his wine glass, the wine sparkling a nice deep blue colour.

"Oh its no problem at all. Tobacco use is declining in our country as well. I would like to see your trade proposal, I'm not sure how we would go about it as you are not in the ACS but I'm sure arrangements can be made."

Vladimir sniffed loudly the snuff tickling his nose.

Cami declined on the snuff as well, politely.

"Stew, I had a glass of your Nadia Blue the other night. It really is quite good!" She smiled warmly at Stew.

"Vladimir, perhaps Drae Nei could also assist you with some produce. I'll have my Deputy draw up a list of what we have to offer, and forward it to your offices."

Giving Cami a warm smile back, Stew said, "Why thank you, I'll make sure to bring a bottle to your party as well for you. We also make wine out of strawberries, raspberries, and even dandilions. We also have a nice little potoatoe cider we make as well."

Stew pulls out his pencil and notepad and jots down a few notes for later, "I'll discuss a few things with my Ministers of Agriculture and International Trade, when I go the Capitol, Ambassdor."

Looking around the bar, Stew suggests possibly sitting at a table, and ordering some food to go with our drinks...

(OCC- Yeah the lag booted me for a bit)

"Food sounds good, Stew, I'm a little hungry. Would you mind getting us some menus? I need to use the Ladies Room, I'll be back in a minute."


Cami smiled at her tablemates, and excused herself.

"We would look forward to trading our industrial goods with anyone. You may find that contrary to popular belief goods produced in communist countries are of high quality. It is unfortunate that that belief came about because of lacks in the educational programs of other nations. Ellelt strives for high quality goods even if at the current time we are more busy working on capital goods rather than consumer goods."

Vladimir drank his shot of Ziberian Jack, savoring the orange/lemon-esque flavor of the spirit.

"I see no reason why items produced in a Communist/Socialist Nation should be any less well made that that made in a Capitalist one... Isn't it all a matter of the training provided those doing the job, rather than the Government Ideals? Excuse me for a second while I fetch us some menus and a refill on my glass."

Stew gets up and heads to the bar.

"Excuse me Neville, may I have some menus please? Thank you." Stew takes the menus and returns to the table, and takes a seat, "I've found the chicken ceasar wrap quite good here..."

Cami returned to the table, and picked up the menu.

"I noticed you seem to like that, Stew. I've actually not tried anything in here, so far."

She opened her menu and began to browse.

Stew looks over the menu, taking an occasional sip of wine, "The Flamethrower Spiced Buffalo Beef Wrap sounds good too, I might try that tonight, along with the Jalepano Poppers."

Looking at Cami and the Ellelt Ambassador, Stew, gets a slightly bemused look on his face, "I'll be glad with the arguing on the WHL is finished and we can get on with something else to argue about... though I have managed to learn some interesting phrases. Hehehe"

"Well, Demitri's wife makes a fine borscht and we will be having that as one of the entrées for our reception...this talk of food is making me hungry. As for the quality of goods in communist vs. capitalist countries the argument isn't one of governmental ideals, rather one of economic organization. I will be leaving now so as I can see if I can bother Demitri's wife into feeding me...she is an excellent cook...almost makes wish to find a woman to marry..almost.

Perhaps, we should invite you, Madam Ambassador or Grand Utoy, to tour one of our automobile/tractor factories. A steel foundry might be too dangerous, and well an arms manufacturing center would require Brunzov's permission...not just the permission of the soviet of the factory to be toured."

Vladimir stood to leave the bar and go to the parking garage and get in his Embassy Car to take the trip out to the hotel where Petrovich Family was staying now due to the funds being sent from the government.

Cami grinned at Stew, sharing his amusement.

"I know what you mean, Stew. I think I've learned a few too! I think I'll try the Beef Greek Salad, myself, along with a Calaidian Amber."

"I'm sorry you are not joining us, Vladimir, perhaps another time."

Cami said goodbye to the Elleltian, and motioned for a server to take their order.

"I'll be looking forward to sampling the Borscht, Ambassador. And I would certainly enjoy a tour of one of your plants. Perhaps a mutual exchange of workers can be worked out as well- part of a Cultural Exchange Program." Stew smiles broadly as he stands up to acknowledge the Ambassador's departure, and once he had left, regains his seat.

"Today is proving to be more productive in here than in the GA, wouldn't you say?" Stew looks towards Cami, feeling satisfied.

"It's the weekend, Stew. I've noticed the GA is quieter then, which is fine with me. We all need some down time."

Cami placed her order, and handed her menu to the server.

Ordering, Stew hands back the menu. "True. I'm not used to much down time, I'm afraid... Though I did get a chance to browse a few decent book stores the other day."

Stew tilts his head abit as he examines Cami's face, an eyebrow raised slightly, "Tell me about your Homeland... What is it like there- and how do you feel when away from it?"