ARCHIVED: The Pigletville Ball

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Minister of Culture
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As you may or may not have heard, The Democracy of Guslantis is holding elections for a new leader of our great state! As a strong farewell to my reign as president of the Guslantis, I would like to host one last ball. All nations of our great region are invited and I hope that you attend! Our five candidates will be in attendance, and I know that they will have much to say!

Sincerely,

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President of The Democracy of Guslantis
Simul stare ac pugnare!

(OOC: You may begin arriving as soon as you see this message, as if there were a time lapse)
 
*John Sirus and Patricia Sirus enter the room, along with their three kids*

*The three kids dash for the buffet table and eat everything in minutes*

"Oh lord..." says the Prime Minister.
 
OOC: The name Akotye Anworth is subject to change in the future. I'll be holding a poll for what it should be replaced to.

Quietly, the Akotye and his sister, Elas'intorzsk di Mostche, enter the ballroom. The Akotye slowly examines the room as he enters and notices three children at one of the buffet tables eating as much as their little stomachs can contain. They're the children of the Syrixian Prime Minister, John Sirus; somebody the Akotye wishes to speak to and possibly form an alliance or such - not tonight though. The two continue to walk through the center of the room as they are greeted by several people, Cronaal is powerful in it's own rite after all. Soon after, the two seperate, the Akotye goes into the direction of Sirus whilst Elas goes into the direction of a small group of wives of whom she knows some of.

As the Akotye walks towards Sirus' table, the lights go dark and the stage lightens up.
It's started. Endless speeches.
 
President Hilley, dressed in a maroon tuxedo strolls into the dining room with his wife, just as the kids finish eating. "Well, your kids have quite an appetite, prime minister", First Lady Hilley said. "Welcome to the Pigletville Ball, I am President Hunter Hilley, and this is my wife, Abigail Hilley", said the joyful president. Suddenly, Madame Debra Leopard dramatically strolls into the dining room as well. "My oh my, who is this handsome fella?" says Debra seductively as she looks at John Sirus. Abigail grabs Debra, pulling her back as Debra tries to kiss Prime Minister Sirus. "Please excuse her, prime minister...", said Abigail as she looks at her husband. The next candidate, Charles Beier is the next to enter. "Come, the ballroom is set for a dance. Mr. and Mrs. Sirus, millions have been spent on this Grand Hibernal Ballroom!" he says with pride. He mumbles under his breath as the group follows, "Luckily, we have good taxes."
 
OOC: I'm now moving onto 1st person.

I decide not to interrupt Mr. Sirus, the dance invitation must be tempting, so I then turn around and head for the designated 'Cronaal' table. A designated table for all 5000 nations of the North, impressive. As I begin to sit, a man walks up to me. A man I do not recognize.
"My name is Juan Dis'morquan" the man says as he sits beside me, and as I look at him suspiciously.
"Do not fret, I am just a simple business man here to make an offer."
I make a grunt noise to confirm I'm listening.
"That... 'tank' you decided not to produce a few weeks ago. Oh how stupid you are..."
My expression goes from suspicious to insulted, calling a leader of a powerful nation 'stupid' is no thing to be done lightly, even if it is a schoolground insult.
"I need you to produce the tank. Something bad is going to happen, very, very bad. I'll tell you for... ¥12,000"
I wonder for a moment, maybe he's a con-man who's somehow gotten into the ball. Maybe he does know something.
"Show me your ID." I say, can't take risks. He shows me a driver's liscence, Zkoy-qan Vol in origin, I then proceed to grab it from his hands and examine it closely. I control his homeland, I know if an ID is fake or not. It's real.
"Fine." I grumble and then hand over ¥12,000, I have much more, 96% tax has it's perks.
"Er, well. I am an Esky'vylun Phsyic, and there is war coming. War shall ravage Cronaal, civil, national. The nation is doomed." Juan says in one of the most haunting tones I'd ever heard. I become fearful as he walks away and sit alone in terror as I try to consume what I just heard.
 
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"My oh my, who is this handsome fella?" says Debra seductively as she looks at John Sirus. Abigail grabs Debra, pulling her back as Debra tries to kiss Prime Minister Sirus. "Please excuse her, prime minister...", said Abigail as she looks at her husband.
*Patricia Sirus beats the living crap out of Debra*

Patricia: Now then, speeches? :D

John: This is going to be a long night...

*The buffet table's food coffers run dry as the kids run to the bathrooms*

Patricia: Don't feel bad! Want to dance after the speeches?

John: Sure! Makes me feel a bit better.

Patricia: Aw, honey...

*The two kiss*

One of the kids is heard saying, "MOOOOM!!! Jason pooped in the sink again!"

Patricia: Excuse me, honey.

*Patricia walks towards the bathroom*

John: :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:
 
OOC: Syrix, I'm doubting your roleplay skills.

Elas walks over to the Cronaal table.
"Mark, you look like you've seen a ghost!" She says in a concerned tone.
"N-no. I'm fine, just thinking about the nation and what to do" The Akotye replies.
"You can't go an hour without talking about your seat of government can you?" Elas says in an annoyed tone. As I think, I hear about a child excreting into a sink, damn neanderthals. At the same time, I notice Sirus is free so I walk upto him.
"Dis'kor vaer Mr. Sirus. My name is Akotye Mark Anworth II, soon to ascend to Vilsuun."
 
Ambassador to Guslantis Walter Granite arrives and proceeds into the ballroom. Seeing that a dance has started, the sprightly 50 year old finds an attractive young girl and drags her into the dance.
 
The lights dim as President Hilley clinks his wine glass. "Welcome everyone to the Pigletville Ball, I'm so excited to see all of you here!" he says to the crowd. He chuckles as both Debra and Gertud walk onstage. "These guests suck!" yelled Debra, holding her black eye. "I want to dance with a married man! He'll want me over that...", she glares into the audience at Patricia, "scoundrel..." Gertrud pushes Debra to the side. "Shut up, whiney! You don't know what I've had to mess with all night! I'm head of the police force, not the poop force!" Gertrud makes a stink face as Hilley chuckles. As Gertrud glares at him, he quickly silences. "Time to dance then...", Hilley said as he grabbed his wife and began to dance. Gertrud grabbed Charles as her partner, as Debra waltzes over to Prime Minister Sirus. "Hey, baby, wanna leave this rat for the sexy feline?" she said, grabbed John without his answer. They waltz away from Patricia as Vice President Tucker greets Ambassador Granite on the other side of the ballroom. "Hello ambassador, Jordan Tucker of Pigletville, I assume I am your first choice as president," he said to Granite as he hands him a button. The button read, "Tucker for President." Finally, the last to enter is General Akerman, followed by Guslant troops. "Secure the parameter, men, I want all eyes on the ballroom," she said to her officers. The soldiers were posted on all sides of the ballroom, protecting it from any threat that would surely come. Akerman scans the room, finally looking to the Cronaal table. She shrugs as she walks over to the table and sits down. "The name's Akerman. That's all ya need to know." she says as the dancing continues.
 
"Hello, (OOC: PUT "Your Majesty" in this space if that's how you should call the Akotye, since I'm not sure if that's a royal title or just a title)!" says the Prime Minister cheerfully.

"Pardon my family, they're...quirky." says the Prime Minister in a slightly awkward but firm tone.

"You looked like you had seen a ghost over there as you were walking towards me, was something going on?"

The Prime Minister sweated. He was afraid he had gone too deep privacy-wise, but he was curious and hoped to have Syrixia aid Cronaal if it was anything bad.

*The Prime Minister crosses his fingers behind his back*

Just then, Patricia sits back down next to John. She is dressed in a sparkling white dress, and her hair is straight. It is, in essence, a lighter tone of dirty blonde, somewhere in between true blonde and dirty blonde. She is fully made up, however she wears no mascara or eye shadow, as well as no eyeliner. Her radiant hazel eyes look at John, who is captivated for a mere second before turning back around and looking at the Akotye.

Just then, the Ministers of the Syrixian Parliament walk in. Shaw Atlas, the Culture Minister, Auel Vist, the Defense Minister, and Savus Archelius, the Judicial Minister walk in first, leading a massive group of Ministers all dressed in traditional Syrixian clothing behind them.

"Jeez, would it kill you guys to bring normal suits?" says the Prime Minister slightly angrily.

"Nah, man, we gotta embrace da Syrixian CULTUUUUURE! Hit it up, boys!" laughs the drunken Foreign Affairs Minister.

John can tell he's already hit the bar.

Just then, a hip hop, samba-y version of the Syrixian national anthem comes on.

John is grabbed by Debra and pulled up. John immediately slips his way out of her grip and goes back to Patricia, who stares at Debra with the "I want you to die, go away" stare.

Patricia invites John up to dance. John obliges.

"Excuse me." says John to the Akotye.

John and Patricia walk off together, smiling, and do the tango.

Two of the three kids, who have returned from the bathroom, look at their parents dancing. "Mom is so va'qodin... (Traditional Syrixian expression for awesome)" says Jason, the boy. The girl, Cecilia, then starts to spout scientific gobbledygook and mathematical calculations as she fixes her glasses into place.

She then begins to start a philosophical conversation concerning how Jason's remark is wrong, based on the family's history and how many times Jason's been grounded. (384)

The other kid, David, easily the most mature and composed of the bunch (He's in high school) walks up to the Akotye.

"Apologies for my brother and sister. They are...gluttonous, to say the least. Would you mind if we continued the conversation you and my dad were having? I can tell him what you say." says David.

OOC: STOP GODMODDING. John and Patricia have been together for years, and they are hopelessly in love. John would never waltz away with another woman in Patricia's presence, let alone at ALL.
 
(OOC, despite my nation's high education and technology which helps advance children. Mark underestimates children because they cannot speak Eknorve/Cronaalian until they're roughly 6.)
I look at the child with a doubtful expression and wonder if I should tell a teenager about possible war which may or may not ravage through my nation and destroy everything Cronaal stands for.
"I'll write it down for you as well." I say, after consuming that realization.
"Have you ever... Been told something you don't want to believe but know is true?" I pause for a moment.
"Well, I have. By a Esky'vylun Phsyic, heard about them? Probably not, you aren't Eknorve. Well, one of them told me something very bad, something that could change the face of Cronaal, Azkay and Abensca. (OOC, I should probably add those to the map) Anyway, that's all I'll say to you, I'll write the rest and hope your father can understand my language."
As well as the paper I wrote on, I hand the boy a Gatre'konze, basically a curved, 2mm thick handheld game console only sold in Cronaal.
 
David takes the paper and smiles at the Akotye. He runs over to his father and slips the paper in his pocket.

David then runs off into the back room to boot up his new handheld and configure the system settings, after thanking the Akotye, of course.

"OH!" David yells from the back of the room. "AND I DO KNOW WHAT A ESKY'VYLUN PHSYIC IS!"

David raises his glass of soda to the Akotye.

"Here's to better relations with Cronaal, honey?" says the Prime Minister.

"Here's to better relations with Cronaal." says Patricia. Her enchanting voice can't help but make John smile.

The two kiss. Again.
 
Ambassador Granite looks at the button and then to the Vice President. To think I was dragged away from that girl for a campaign button, he thought.

He slipped the button into his pocket and addressed the Vice President, "Oh I have not picked a side in this election. Malvad wishes to remain neutral in electoral situations in this country. Whoever is elected we hope to work with to improve relations. Especially after your war with Zemnaya Svoboda we helped end. DO remember that being President is not all about campaigning."

He quickly moved away from the Vice President and found the young girl again.
 
(OOC: In this, OnePlus was sold to a TNP company and is now funded by a Cronaali/Eknorve lab)

As I see the child run off, I check my smartphone. A OnePlus Sixteen, as I hold it, I feel it's inwardly curved, smooth outside. It's made of Gynkual, a strong. light metal found in the Peak District of Ganjarius (GAN-JAR-RYE-US). The outside still feels unusual to my hand as it's 1mm thick, unlike most handheld items in Cronaal which are 2 or 3mm.
I check the 'Government News App', I'd been gone for 16 weeks without contact from the nation. Crap, terrorist attacks. Roughly 5 of them.
 
Meanwhile, Jason peruses the bar counter.

While his family isn't watching, he takes in a whole bottle of Guslant cognac.

He faints a minute later.

"Oh dear lord..." says Cecilia. She wakes Jason up four minutes later.

Jason's still feeling drunk, so he suggests to Cecilia that they should have fun and commit some antics here and there.

Cecilia obliges.
 
President Hilley walks past the rejected Debra as she dramatically storms out of the ballroom. "These stupid aristocrats! No taste for real women!" she says on her way out. "I wonder what her problem is..." he says to his wife, smiling. "I don't know...but for safe keeping...keep her away from my kid when he's born!" said Abigail firmly. President Hilley and his wife make it over to the Cronaal table, "Hello everyone, good to see you here! I hope you meet all the candidates...Charles, Jordan, Emily, Gertrud, and Debra..." Across the ballroom, Vice President Tucker kept handing out buttons. "Is that how I'm remembered? For a war?" he mumbled to himself and began humming Guslantis' national anthem.

(OOC: Sorry about Debra, she just needed to be clearly developed as dramatic)
 
Bootsie:
President Hilley walks past the rejected Debra as she dramatically storms out of the ballroom. "These stupid aristocrats! No taste for real women!" she says on her way out. "I wonder what her problem is..." he says to his wife, smiling. "I don't know...but for safe keeping...keep her away from my kid when he's born!" said Abigail firmly. President Hilley and his wife make it over to the Cronaal table, "Hello everyone, good to see you here! I hope you meet all the candidates...Charles, Jordan, Emily, Gertrud, and Debra..." Across the ballroom, Vice President Tucker kept handing out buttons. "Is that how I'm remembered? For a war?" he mumbled to himself and began humming Guslantis' national anthem.

(OOC: Sorry about Debra, she just needed to be clearly developed as dramatic)
(OOC: Are you er... talking to me end my character's sister?)
 
(OOC to Cronaal, I'm not completely sure where everyone is. It just seems awkward for Hilley to stand around the whole time. So, if you want to play off of Hilley's lines, go ahead.)
 
Bootsie:
President Hilley walks past the rejected Debra as she dramatically storms out of the ballroom. "These stupid aristocrats! No taste for real women!" she says on her way out. "I wonder what her problem is..." he says to his wife, smiling. "I don't know...but for safe keeping...keep her away from my kid when he's born!" said Abigail firmly. President Hilley and his wife make it over to the Cronaal table, "Hello everyone, good to see you here! I hope you meet all the candidates...Charles, Jordan, Emily, Gertrud, and Debra..." Across the ballroom, Vice President Tucker kept handing out buttons. "Is that how I'm remembered? For a war?" he mumbled to himself and began humming Guslantis' national anthem.

(OOC: Sorry about Debra, she just needed to be clearly developed as dramatic)
"I dislike Debra personally, I do wish you could be re-elected." I say this whilst browsing the Eknorve News, reading the detailed descriptions and accounts of the attacks.
"May I err... talk to you alone, Hilley?" I quietly say this whilst I use hand gestures to point towards a secluded area of the ballroom.

Elas however spoke to the wife,
"Oh, your dress is beautiful. How much was it? It must've been quite alot of money." She curiously asked.
 
"Of course", Hilley says excusing himself. Mrs. Hilley smiled at the compliment of her dress. "Thank you! It was quite hard to find a good dress without the president giving his opinion. I swear, he worries more about the little things..." In a secluded place in the huge ballroom, Hilley asked, "Is there something you needed? The general will freak if she loses me. She'll think some freak got me."
 
"Well, I was visited by a Esky'vylun Phsyic. You know, those who live in the mountains of the Eknorvian Lands, Cronaal, Azkay and Abensca." I sigh, probably sounding like a crazy supersticious man.
"Well, the spoke of war. And I think it correlates with the terrorist attacks in my capital. Someone is unhappy, and they want Civil War and I think I may need to produce the Aski'vor Mk. IV after all." I begin to show an extremely scared expression which would concern anybody.
"I need your help, please..."

(OOC: The Physics live deep in the mountains of Cronaal Peak and are proven to be able to preach the future and what will happen. The war will happen."
 
Suddenly, a new figure appeared in the ball, pushing the doors open and looking around at the chaotic scene around him. It was none other than the Folmerican president, Connor Johnson. He'd been suffering in the polls after the Syrixian incident, combined with an economic slump bought on by a drop in investor confidence that had ensued from corporations losing profits if the Syrixian people refused to buy USF goods. With domestic and international issues alike swamping him at home, the leader decided a little party would do him good. His wife walked alongside him, dressed in a form fitting white dress while he wore a dapper suit.

The two looked much younger than their actual age of 43, resembling a couple in their thirties who were out for a night. However, this couple had two large men in suits flanking them, each with a handgun concealed in their pants lest anything go wrong, and the Folmerican minister for Defense, who also needed a reprise. Holding a bottle of expensive wine, the president took a seat without talking to any of the other leaders, content to just relax for a period. However, these dreams were quickly forgotten with the arrival of the Folmerican minister for Industry, a young man by the name of Charles Xenephon. He was a notorious womaniser and party animal in the USF and, true to his reputation, had his arms wrapped around two women, his clothing already ruffled and several of the country's wealthiest playboys behind him, all of whom had their own alcohol and women.

"WHO'S READY TO PARTY?!" The minister bellowed before taking a swig of his Jack Blue, a Folmerican beverage that was roughly 43 percent alcohol and was the country's drink of choice. One large man was carrying two crates of the stuff, evidently working for one of the playboys. "Oh god, he's going to cause an international disaster..." Johnson lamented to his wife. "Should we stop him?" The minister for defense asked. "Psh, he's young and full of alcohol, there's nothing on this earth that can stop him." Johnson's wife, Margaret said, taking a sip of wine.
 
"Oh no...oh...oh no." said the Prime Minister.

Sirus was just drinking at the bar with his wife. He looked across the room.

He was wearing a classy and dapper suit, yet he was unmistakably that person, that person who John had wanted to see the LEAST.

As Connor Johnson quickly entered the room, John knew that his Ministers appetite for partying would easily rival the Syrixian Ministers and theirs. John moves into a corner of the room with Patricia and sends a text to Mr. Atlas.

"Shaw. Quickly. Get them to play something else WE want. Don't let the Folmericans get their way. If they take over this party, next thing you'll know they'll be pouncing on me. Also, check to see if everyone has a pocket handgun just in case the Folmericans get...angry."

Shaw texts back, "Groovy, sir. Have it done in a jiffydiffy. Oh, and we've all got da guns."

Patricia, meanwhile, looks at Margaret. She forgets about Debra and turns the stare to Margaret.

"Hold on, honey. You told me that after that incident the Folmericans have been your personal rivals...so what about her?"

John looks at Margaret, and says, "No, honey, that's just President Johnson's wife. She isn't really a rival of mine, infact we have tea every Saturday."

"Teatime's over." scoffs Patricia, who then proceeds to ponder what her first impression will be with this "Margaret"...thing. She, instead of walking over angrily, takes a more gentle yet twisted approach to it.

Patricia walks over to Margaret to begin conversing. Quietly, gently, yet still unmistakably twisted...ly.

Meanwhile, as John leaves the bar to begin eating (A new round of food has come out of the kitchen, and there is some Syrixian cuisine which he loves) Cecilia and Jason have found David, and have kidnapped his console.

"Hey! Give that back! Prattling kids..." says David angrily.

The kids laugh and run off, and then Cecilia begins to say how the percentage of being caught by David is 89.8824% likely unless they hide, to which Jason replies, "SHUT UP, CICI!"

"All right, all right..."

They find Mr. Vist, the Minister of Defense, who is oddly very good with children. (And often babysits the kids, as all the Ministers have a personal friendship with each other)

"Mr. Vist, Mr. Vist, my dad's busy; could you take us to the roof so I can get a picture of the city with this new console my dad bought me?" says Jason.

"Yeah, please?" says Cecilia. (OOC: Who I will be calling Cici from now on)

Auel obliges, and they walk up to the roof, where David would never think to look.

"Where are they..." says David, who is practically fuming.
 
This post is here so people don't forget about this thread cus it'll be on the recent thread thingy for RP.
 
Showing up fashionably late to the ball are High Priest Geoffrey and High Priestess Audrey of House Ruach Tov di Songs along with Premier Nightsong and Vice-Premier Stark. Geoffrey, Audrey, Solveig and Anthony are dressed in their finest Wiccan attire. Immediately they move in and start dancing so as to converse with each other while not being overheard by the crowd (text with a - in it is intentionally cut short for RP purposes).

Attire of the Kaltian attendees:
High Priest Geoffrey:
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High Priestess Audrey:
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Premier Solveig Nightsong:
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Vice-Premier Anthony Stark:
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The first snippet heard was between the High Priest and High Priestess.

In a hushed tone Geoffrey says, "... look -ere Audrey, John Sirus of Syrixia and Connor Johnson of Folmerica ..."
"Just wonderful ... a -ght full of intrigue ...", replies Audrey.

The next snippet heard was between the Premier and Vice-Premier.

"Old friend ... watch out for Sirus ... had to intervene ... Greece ... -ole situation", Solveig whispers to Anthony.

"But of course ... -mander Auliancia ... -ndby ... four of us", replies Anthony.

"Good, shall we ...", Solveig mentions to Anthony, Geoffrey and Audrey.

"Of course", they all reply before leaving the dance floor.
 
John looks up. "Ah, Premier!"

John and Patricia walk over to Premier Nightsong.

"So wonderful to see you here, Premier! How are you?" says the Prime Minister.

Meanwhile, Minister Vist and the kids are on the roof.

He looks away for one second. He turns back. The kids are gone.

While dashing across the roof, the kids accidentally drop the console down a shaft. It conveniently lands in David's hands.

"Oh, what's this? That's odd..." says David, before walking out to the buffet table for another steak.

The kids continue to dash across the roof. They are now out of the woods, as Minister Vist has gone back inside thinking the kids have too.

They jump from building to building, before launching themselves onto the roof of the Cronaali embassy in Guslantis.

They notice a conversation is going on inside. They peer in through a very small window in the roof no one would ever normally see.
 
OOC: My first post here has been updated with pictures of the attire being worn by the members of Kaltian society attending this ball.
 
President Hilley listened closely as the Civil War was described. How odd, he thought, that a country's leader would even think of nuclear warfare. "Are you asking me for support, or as a warning?", the president said in confusion. "The nation of Guslantis will provide strategic generals, if that is what is needed," he continued, looking over to his lead general of Akerman, who was consuming her third bottle of vodka. "Though I cannot say for sure what direction this nation will go in. I will warn you that nuclear warfare is not the way to get an alliance. My people do not want war. War has done terrible things to our nation." Across the large ballroom, Vice President Tucker and Minister Beier starting handing out campaign buttons. "A vote for Beier is a vote for taxes!" yelled Tucker. "A vote for Tucker is a vote for a dictatorship" yelled Beier in response. They started to rapidly hand out buttons as First Lady Hilley took the stage. She tapped the microphone and began to speak. "I'd like to thank all that are here. At this time, if you would like to say something to the rest of the nations in attendance, please feel free." she said to the nations and left the microphone to find her husband, who mysteriously left her side to talk.
 
In response to Prime Minister Sirus, Premier Nightsong says, "Anthony and I are good. We are glad to hear that we were able to resolve the situation with Greece peacefully. That Balkins war could have ended worse than it did for both sides had our Houses and Guardian Corps not intervened when they did."

High Priestess Audrey interrupts the conversation, "However, now House Angeliki has got it into their heads a little bit that they are better than everyone else. We need to go back and let them know that religious authority is shared equally among the five houses."

Premier Nightsong laughs at the interruption, "Prime Minister Sirus, I should be delighted to introduce you to High Priestess Audrey. She can be a bit nosy and butt in on conversations but she means well. Joining her this evening is High Priest Geoffrey who together oversee House Ruach Tov di Songs and as she mentioned, make up one-fifth of the power structure of our religious institution."

Meanwhile, Vice-Premier Stark and High Priest Geoffrey have wandered off together to have a drink and soon find themselves upon the stage.

"I, on behalf of the Kaltian Estate, would like to declare that Kalti shall not take a side in the elections forthcoming in Guslantis however we shall support whoever is rightfully elected in whatever manner and capacity we can", states Vice-Premier Stark.

High Priest Geoffrey, now slightly tipsy from too much alcohol, grabs the microphone and bellows out (quite loudly to the discomfort of some of the guests), "And the Guardian Corps of the Houses stand united to ..."

Before he is able to finish High Priestess Audrey rushes to the stage and pulls High Priest Geoffrey away before he makes a fool of himself. Solveig, still with Prime Minister Sirus and his wife, slowly applauds Anthony for taking the stage and relieving her of the burden of having to make the speech herself.
 
"Hello! Very bo'dasqa (Good) to meet you! says the Prime Minister. This is my wife Patricia.

Patricia does a cutesy wave and says "Hi!"

"You know, I've heard the City of Songs is one of the most beautiful cities in the region. Is that why they call it the City of Songs?" says the Prime Minister, hoping to start a conversation.
 
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President Hilley listened closely as the Civil War was described. How odd, he thought, that a country's leader would even think of nuclear warfare. "Are you asking me for support, or as a warning?", the president said in confusion. "The nation of Guslantis will provide strategic generals, if that is what is needed," he continued, looking over to his lead general of Akerman, who was consuming her third bottle of vodka. "Though I cannot say for sure what direction this nation will go in. I will warn you that nuclear warfare is not the way to get an alliance. My people do not want war. War has done terrible things to our nation." Across the large ballroom, Vice President Tucker and Minister Beier starting handing out campaign buttons. "A vote for Beier is a vote for taxes!" yelled Tucker. "A vote for Tucker is a vote for a dictatorship" yelled Beier in response. They started to rapidly hand out buttons as First Lady Hilley took the stage. She tapped the microphone and began to speak. "I'd like to thank all that are here. At this time, if you would like to say something to the rest of the nations in attendance, please feel free." she said to the nations and left the microphone to find her husband, who mysteriously left her side to talk.
"Hey, wait a second!" whispered Cici. "I thought we were on the embassy!

"Hehe...this gives me a good chance to figure out what happens if I drop this rock down there..." says Jason, smirking.

"Don't drop a rock down there, you'll cause an international incident!" says Cici angrily.

"Fine, where should we drop it?"

"Let's find the embassy for real this time, and drop the rock on the ambassador's head! That'd be hilarious, plus the chances of an international incident are 42.43 percent le-"

"Quiet, Cici! Let's go!"

Meanwile, David walks out to watch the speeches, and sits next to his father and mother, who are conversing with the Kaltians.

"Oh, and this is my son David. One of three. I don't know where the other two rascals are, but this one's much more mature." says the Prime Minister to Premier Nightsong.
 
Syrixia:
"Hello! Very bo'dasqa (Good) to meet you! says the Prime Minister. This is my wife Patricia.

Patricia does a cutesy wave and says "Hi!"

"You know, I've heard the City of Songs is one of the most beautiful cities in the region. Is that why they call it the City of Songs?" says the Prime Minister, hoping to start a conversation.
Premier Nightsong decides to take the stage to answer the Prime Minister's question.

"Prime Minister, our capital is called City of Songs to honor our ancestors memory and the many songs that helped carry them through the turbulent times after they fled the civil war ravaging their ancient homeland and while they were at sea searching for a new home", says Premier Nightsong before quietly singing the first stanza of The Dawn Will Come. Shortly after Solveig has started singing, Anthony, Geoffrey and Audrey all join in singing (lyrics found below as well as a link to the song itself).

The Dawn Will Come
Shadows fall
And hope has fled
Steel your heart
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come

The shepherd’s lost
And his home is far
Keep to the stars
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come

Bare your blade
And raise it high
Stand your ground
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come
 
Syrixia:
"Oh, and this is my son David. One of three. I don't know where the other two rascals are, but this one's much more mature." says the Prime Minister to Premier Nightsong.
After finishing her song, Premier Nightsong, High Priest Geoffrey and High Priestess Audrey go over to greet David. Vice-Premier Stark has disappeared and is probably off discussing military strategy with Commander Auliancia in the garden.

In unison Geoffrey and Audrey say, "hello, good to see that you are behaving."

Solveig chimes in, "I do hope your siblings aren't getting into too much trouble. We wouldn't want an international incident breaking out at this lovely ball."
 
Kalti:
Syrixia:
"Hello! Very bo'dasqa (Good) to meet you! says the Prime Minister. This is my wife Patricia.

Patricia does a cutesy wave and says "Hi!"

"You know, I've heard the City of Songs is one of the most beautiful cities in the region. Is that why they call it the City of Songs?" says the Prime Minister, hoping to start a conversation.
Premier Nightsong decides to take the stage to answer the Prime Minister's question.

"Prime Minister, our capital is called City of Songs to honor our ancestors memory and the many songs that helped carry them through the turbulent times after they fled the civil war ravaging their ancient homeland and while they were at sea searching for a new home", says Premier Nightsong before quietly singing the first stanza of The Dawn Will Come. Shortly after Solveig has started singing, Anthony, Geoffrey and Audrey all join in singing (lyrics found below as well as a link to the song itself).

The Dawn Will Come
Shadows fall
And hope has fled
Steel your heart
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come

The shepherd’s lost
And his home is far
Keep to the stars
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come

Bare your blade
And raise it high
Stand your ground
The dawn will come

The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come
"That's wonderful!" exclaimed the Prime Minister, as Patricia applauded. Soon everyone joined in with her.

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As the Prime Minister and his wife continued to talk with the High Priest and Priestess, David began to reassure Premier Nightsong.

"Don't worry. They wouldn't dare cause an international incident. They'd be grounded for a year!" David laughs.

Meanwhile, the kids climbed down a ladder. They had found the Cronaali embassy. However, the aforementioned Cronaali rebel-terrorists were waiting for victims to kidnap.

The kids were pulled into an alley.

One scream. That was it.

One man, walking down a sidewalk, happened to see the terrorists run off. He ran for the ballroom to notify the Cronaalis and Syrixians immediately.

Suddenly, the man burst into the ballroom.

"Hey! NATIONAL LEADERS ONLY!" said the security.

"But..but..there was a kidnapping...kids...Prime Minister...*pant*Syrixia..."

He was thrown out promptly.

The Prime Minister walked over. "Let this man in." he said. "Who kidnapped my kids?"

"They looked to be Cronaalis...probably those rebels the rumors have been speaking of."

"SOMEONE GET MY HUSBAND THE AKOTYE!" yelled Patricia.
 
Upon hearing of the kidnapped children, Premier Nightsong rushes off to find Vice-Premier Stark who has been chatting with Auliancia.

"Auliancia... call up the Guardians of the State regiment that accompanied us tonight and put them on high alert to search the grounds around the party. Two of the Syrixian Prime Minister's children have been kidnapped. Anthony, call Chief Remil, Dimir and Mila [the Kaltian Joint Chiefs] and have them put the 25th Dragoon Regiment on high alert. We might need them if this situation deteriorates to the point of the Kaltian military needing to intervene. I want to be prepared on all fronts", says Premier Nightsong.

Anthony and Auliancia reply curtly, "yes ma'am", before rushing off to fulfill her orders.
 
Seeing that the ball was becoming a bit chaotic, Ambassador Granite walked up to the stage to give Malvad's speech for the evening. He stood with a certain swagger and held a martini in his hand.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I feel it is best that I deliver the Malvadian address before any issues arise. It is a pleasure to be representing the new Malvadian government in Guslantis. We are hoping to improve relations after the war with Zemnaya Svoboda earlier this year. Malvadian elections will be taking place soon and we look forward to further development between the nations of this great region. Now-" The Ambassador notices the Folmerican Minister of Industry is taking over the dance floor and the girls. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen." The Ambassador hops off the stage and runs off to meet the minister.
 
The President and Vice President of LibertarianLand Paul Washington and Francis J. Underwood. Arrive fashionably late with their wives in hand and Special Services bodyguards in tow. Dressed in the finest tuxedos in all of Libertarianland. The President and Vice President find President Hilley and greet him.
 
(OOC: It's the Eknorve embassy, Syri. Like the Scandinavia region of Europe, Eknorvia is what represents Cronaal, Azkay and Abenasca.)

"I'm not asking you to join in, I'm just asking for a form of help. You're the one I trust most here." I say quietly as several people enter. I quickly survey the room before I continue speaking, nobody of interest.
"I will bring back the Aski'vor supervehicle but most likely modify it before use. I'd rather not have my capital a nuclear wasteland. I'll leave it at that, I'll contact you again after the ball. I have a feeling it'll start soon when I get back" I quickly whisper before walking away and back to the 'Cronaal' table to Elas, my sibling.

I then decide to once again check the news. I look at the latest article and widen my eyes and show a mouth of shock.
"E- E-- Elas..." I struggle to say in an extremely scared tone.
 
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