USSVL: Debate 1

[leningrad]

Predrag Ryba calls forth three of his trusted committee members. Alekzander Zarnesti will not be present as he is engaged on diplomatic affairs. The call up sheet is as follows.

• Committee Member for Foreign Affairs ARSENIY NEVASILI
• Committee Member for Production VILGELM TAMDEROVICH
• Committee Member for Public Infrastucture HANS JÆRNVEST

Predrag takes his seat at the committee table, taking a sip of his black coffee as he waits for the arrival of the announced members.

(( If you're on the list and you've seen the topic, go ahead and announce your arrival ))

 

[Syrixia]

Committee Member Nevasili entered the room, greeting Ryba with "Hail, Comrade!" before sitting down at his seat. First as usual, he thought to himself. He was a dedicated socialist, after all, and to serve in a nation solely dedicated to such a great cause awed him. Nebula was not truly socialist- its own leader held the title of Emperator and the country was ruled absolutely by such an office- and Cogoria was wracked by conflict between a corrupt government with the guise of socialism and evil fascist monarchists. Glorious Leningrad truly was a sight to behold, especially its great leader, Comrade Zarnesti.

Indeed, out of dedication to the ideology he had yelled at his imperial scum mother until she left and resigned her diplomatic post. He didn't care for her. He felt a feeling of shame to even be her son. His father, however, Dmitriy Nevasili, was a former Committee member, who happened to hold the same job that Arseniy Nevasili now held. But his father had long since retired. It was just another day of work for the Nevasili political dynasty. Who knew, though- maybe his spot as Foreign Affairs Committee Member would propel him to even higher positions. His ambition was always in his mind, but also his honor- for he always remembered- he could never outdo Comrade Zarnesti. The Leader is a great man.

 

[leningrad]

Deputy Leader Ryba offers a smile and a nod to the arriving committee member, taking a more relaxed approach himself. He had sat down his coffee and crossed Nevasili off his list. "Good daeh, comraid. Ai trast your mornink hast bin good? [Good day, comrade. I trust your morning has been good?]" He continues taking notes, looking up to Nevalisi briefly. It was evident that Predrag saw his colleagues as equals, the structure of leadership simply for maintaining a sense of order. His attitude never looked down at his peers, always considering all options fairly.

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He wears a charcoal suit, a red tie and a lapel pin with the nation's glorious flag. He also wears a small assortment of medals over his chest. His clothes were by no means the height of fashion, but were worn to be humble. How could a socialist leader go around wearing Armani?

 

[Goyanes]

Member Jærnvest entered the room, following his fellow comrade, Mr. Nevasili. He saw Comrade Ryba, and greeted him with the traditional Goyanean Bow, as he had grown accustomed to, and said 'Good Morning Great Leader, I hope you have slept well last night?'

He takes his seat, glad that he escaped the wretched conservative monarchy that has ruled Goyanes for the last 2,000 years. Only yesterday he visited his parents, and left them, angry as they tried to convert him back to the traditionalist bourgeois scum that he used to be.

 

[Pauline Bonaparte]

Vilgelm, like all the men in his family, was broad and tall. His imposing physical stature, though, was mostly unnecessary for his position as a bureaucrat. His grandfather, "Big Bill" before his immigration to the USSVL, was a silver miner more used to pushing a railcart than paper, and his father, a labor advisor like Vilgelm, worked a second job as a mail carrier to keep in shape. Vilgelm had the luxury to live nearby a gym, at least.

He was clean-shaven, though with a permanent five-o-clock shadow from his dark wiry hair. He wore a suit of middling quality, with a red and yellow tie around his neck. On his lapel, he wore a red star pin that belonged to his father, who inherited none of the dangerously anarchist tendencies that kept his grandfather from a formal position in the USSVL. He cast a long shadow when he stepped into the doorway.

"Looks like I'm fashionably late, comrades," he said, then laughed. He shook the hands of each man in the room - friendly and firm, with a jostling that could turn a statue's arm into rubber. "The bagel shop just got a shipment of cream cheese in from Ilia and apparently the entire neighborhood turned out to get some!"

 

[leningrad]

Predrag Ryba leans back in his tilting chair after casually crossing off the other two delegates on his list. One of his legs crosses the other and his fingers interlock, allowing the friendly settling in to take place. As conversation comes to an end he leans forwards again, resting his hands on the desk, still interlocked. "Okai zhen peoples. Zhall we geht to biznis? [Okay then people. Shall we get to business?]"

Ryba opens a manilla folder, sliding out various handouts featuring statistics, images, charts and ectera. The following gives a brief overview of the information included.

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• Currently, public service buildings (libraries, town halls, court houses, police stations, doctor's offices etc.) are built by contracted citizens of nearby Neen.
• This costs 3% of the nation's welfare budget. (Overall 0.54% of the whole budget)
• Many contractors who emigrate for work choose to stay in the USSVL and contribute to the economy, eventually paying off their contract.
• Our own citizens apply for role in our society when their university training is concluded.
• We could create a new role, titled "Public Infrastructure Engineer", and cut the foreign contracting.
• This would reduce the cost to almost zero. But, this would also mean that our net population change would drop significantly.

Ryba allows the trio to read the information carefully and review their choices. He then pipes up, "Zo. Miztar Tamderovich, lat as start wiz you. [So. Mister Tamderovich, let us start with you.]"

 

[Pauline Bonaparte]

"Thank you, Comrade-Deputy. We should not concern our society solely with economic growth, or with saving money in our annual budget, but with the growth of our people's happiness. The immigration statistics make one thing clear: these contractors are moving here in large numbers because of the success of our society. It will hurt our own citizens none to maintain things the way they have been, and it will increase both the number of people emigrating to the USSVL, and those emigrants' living standards. I think that's a deal, considering the price we're paying."

OOC: Sorry for the delayed response.

 

[leningrad]

"Hokay, whet abawt you, Mista Hans? [Ok, what about you, Mister Hans?]" Predrag barely looked up, still scribbling notes down, crossing lines off, writing new ones and so forth. (( Been quite busy, my bad ))

 

[Goyanes]

Ja, I agree with Comrade Tamderovich. I think we should keep things the way we have them already.