Phonencia Day Parade (MT, Open,)

[Post War America]

[OOC]Now it's mah turn to make a game reference[/OOC]

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Gracemeria

Svenson marveled at the teenage boys in the dark leather, a throwback to the 1950's and early 1960's.
"They sure got taste, always thought that Phonencians would wear their pants below their asses, and shit"!
"Nope, instead the act like its the '50's all the time, including their views of women. Especially me." O'Leary said as she shot a dirty look at Roarke for acting like the rest of suburb. The look vanished as Dr. Doofenstien pounced on Svenson.
"Hey there Übercharge!", O'Leary called the dog Übercharge because of his tendencies to a high energy state. Dr. Doofenstien was her favorite dog, Brutus and Adolf being, at least in her opinion useful only as home defense for the rare intruder, whereas Dr. Doofenstien was a pet dog, and despite Roarke's desire to make him like the others, O'Leary put a stop to it, hell she wanted to actually change Dr. Doofenstien's name to Übercharge. The others stepped into the room.

[Phonencia]

[ooc: I don't get it...]

Gracemeria

Alvin snickered, imagining Brutus and Adolf in black SS Uniforms, looking stoicly at Doofenstein as he rolled around in a slightly idiotic fashion, embarassing their entire breed by being playful and friendly.
Recently their master had warmed to the idea of Doofenstein functioning as a pet, but only because of his girlfriend. When he lived alone his life was fairly Spartan, everything in his home existing for a specific purpose, including the dogs. Now though he'd allowed a few more creature comforts to be added here and there, unable to say "no" when Jenna tried any of her tactics for convincing him. The most common was simply pleading and acting pitiful until he submitted but when she REALLY wanted something she tended to use the skills and assets she was born with, intentionally exciting Alvin but never really being "in the mood" until he agreed to whatever she wanted. Fortunately these little episodes were few and far between, Alvin personally considered it a dirty way to win a fight, much like using nuclear weapons during conventional ground warfare. Unfair overkill.
He led the way upstairs to the second floor where he kept his storage rooms and his and Jenna's bedroom.
The storage rooms were filled with everything from barrels of water and bottles of alcohol to pallets of canned foods or MREs to boxes of ammunition and finally there was his weapons room with several bows, a spear, a couple knives and a bunch of guns inside as well as a large, frame hiking backpack stuffed with some iodine tablets, clothes, a sleeping bag, a small medical kit, some hand sanitizer and a few cans of food plus a canteen. This was his Bug-out Bag, packed in the event of an emergency requiring him to flee his home with just what he could carry.
He slowly walked past the array of weapons, smiling as he ran his hand across an AK-74 that had been modded to hell and back with a rail system, a heavy-duty adjustable stock, a red dot sight, a sling and a flashlight. This was his baby. The next was a break-open over/under shotgun, the top barrel a .22 caliber the bottom a .20 gauge, the perfect farmer's gun. Then there was a semi-automatic .22 carbine with a silencer (as they were perfectly legal in Phonencia) and a large drum magazine plus a durable looking red dot sight. This was his Zombie Killa' 3000 as he called it. He passed a few more guns including some large revolvers, some semi-auto pistols and a high-power slingshot before he reached his goal, a nice looking compound bow with a very durable looking red dot sight on it.
He picked up the bow and the shieth of arrows that matched it and gestured to the wooden Recurve bow and newer compound bow that remained,
"Which would you like my dear?"
he asked Jenna in a somewhat creepy voice.

[Post War America]

[OOC]It is from Team Fortress 2, the best MMOFPS out there. It's very realistic with physics and equipment, you certainly won't see any Akimbo Deagles, nor Juggernauts. Nor will you see someone in a single piece after being hit with an anti-tank rocket[/OOC]

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The House

Jenna smiled and said, "I'll go with the recurve, you need the upper body strength building.", he didn't. Of course, the lies were always there. She had a way with him, all she had to bat her eyelashes a bit and he would do anything she wanted. If he was really stubborn, well there were rougher ways with dealing with that. Roarke never liked her full attack, but he was helpless to stop it. This always made her wonder why a man like Alvin would fall for her, instead of one of the Phonencians, they would be his servant, and let him make is house a barracks instead of a home, make him a "sammich" whenever he wanted, serve his every need, except for yard work. She was upset with the Phonencian women, bringing down all of those with a second X chromosome, with their anachronistic practices. Of course, it might be that Roarke liked having an equal, someone that wasn't an easy, weak, throwback to the 50's.
She took the recurve bow and the arrows that went with it, and looked for her own MOLLE case, to pack her stuff in. She found it at its usual , the she attached to bow to specially made Velcro loop that she added to the bag specifically to hold the bow, as well as the arrows. Getting the rest of the materials she either put those into the bag, or next to it to help remember to bring it. Finished, she turned to Roarke.
"What now"?

[Capisaria]

OOC: Leave it to PWA to make this RP way to fucking complex. BTW, on a completely unrelated note, I GOT A GIRLFRIEND! Who's goign on a date tomorrow? Oh thats, right i am!
IC:
Emperor's Box
I noticed the civilian portions so far seem to be a bit less extravagant.

Noted Vugo.

[Phonencia]

[OOC: GOD DAMN YOU CAPPY!]

Gracemeria

Alvin sat down for a little while and went through several different items, slowly packing some stuff into a backpack. Finally he got back up and set the packed bag aside then added a couple extra things to Jenna's.
"That should do it. We leave tomorrow morning, early. Svenson, Hotchkiss we've got a few guest rooms if you want to spend the night. Just try not trip over the various containers on your way to bed. Trust me, those steel ammo cans HURT if you hit your shin on one in the dark."
he glanced at his watch,
"About time for dinner,"
he glanced playfully at Jenna,
"I don't suppose I could persuade you to cook something could I?"
he asked.
Sometimes he wished she were some stereotypical Phonencian Housewife.
A bit stubborn when they wanted something, very intelliegent, excellent cooks and willing to nag when their husbands didn't do something like help watch children, take out the trash or mow the lawn.
He remembered how please his father always was to come home from work and find his sweet wife frying or baking something and his adoring children scurrying about trying to help set the table or do the dishes.
His father had spent several years of his life in the military (like most men) but after his discharge had gotten a corporate job. He remembered fondly how his father would obsess over his tie being straight as well as how he always wore clip-ons because he simply was no good at tying any sort of knot. His dad's fedora had amused him as well because it became his "Lucky Hat" after several job interviews went surprisingly well. Alvin had even borrowed it for his first job interview at an adhesives company and was fairly certain he'd gotten the job because of his sharp manner of dressing...and a little luck as well.

[Post War America]

[OOC]Stop it Phoenicia, just because Cappy doesn't fully appreciate the power of mah plot complexities, don't mean you should lay into him for it. However, seen as Vugo don't appreciate the full power of the Phoenician parade, you should have an enormously grandiose section of the Phoenician civilians parade to make fun of Cappy's lack of appreciation.[/OOC]

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Phoenician Imperator's Box

Castillo smirked at Vugo's apparent lack of enthusiasm. Castillo knew what was about to come down. After all, the Phoenicians were always a bit showy with their displays of either awesome or awful. He also knew that the United Socialist States had come up with a few floats and the like, that would knock a cavalier Capisarian of his ass. This next section would blow the top off of any doubter. [OOC]Run with it Phoenicia[/OOC]

The Suburb

O'Leary smiled politely at Roarke's asking for a "sammich".
"Sure, I'll cook! Svenson, Hotchkiss, our fine dinner for tonight will be pasta. On the side, there will be some more pasta, and for desert we have some pasta with shaved cocoanut . As for an appetizer, we've got sandwiches made of the finest peanut butter and jelly, as well as a lettuce salad, dressed in iceberg lettuce". She bowed sarcastically, expecting applause. None came from the two sergeants, who instead snickered, they both knew that O'Leary couldn't cook to save her life. In fact, when attempting anything other than Pasta, Sandwiches, or Lettuce Salad, she always managed to burn, undercook, overchop, or otherwise make a total disaster out of some innocent food. The only thing that she did other than the basics was pasta with shaved cocoanut, for some reason, she always managed to miraculously not screw it up. Of course Roarke never experienced her god awful cooking, so he would be unsuspecting.
Hell that was part of the reason she never cooked, O'Leary was a terrible cook (almost as bad as most Phoenician men). Yet, one of Roarke's greatest secrets was that he was an incredible cook, it almost seemed that he would've been a chef, if he hadn't joined the military. Of course, when the locals arrived, the pair would always lie about who cooked. Because the locals had another element of 50's culture, always being judgey. Especially the sewing circles. [OOC]Again run with it Phoenicia[/OOC]

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Gottcha! April fools Phonencia!
Ich bien der großist Johan Schmidt prankfurten.
BTW, the IPO, its NS's April Fool's prank, just thought you should know.

[Phonencia]

[OOC: actually when I said GOD DAMN YOU CAPPY I was referring to how he has a girlfriend and we don't...]

Suburb

Alvin sighed and rolled his eyes,
"I heard pizza."
he said enthusiastically, punching in a number on his cell phone.
"Yeah one large plain pepperoni pizza with cheese stuffed crust. Do I want what? Huh..."
he glanced back at Svenson, Hotchkiss and Jenna.
"Do uh...do you guys want some cannibas on your pizza?"
he asked conspiratorially.


Emperor's Box

"Well the civilain displays would be a bit more grandiose but they don't exactly have multi-trillion dollar budgets. Unlike their military counterparts..."
Sky Marshall Soraf quipped.
"The only person down there that can come close to the granduer of a military parade is James Springfield."
As another tiny wave of guests trickled into the ancient building, one particularly stereotypical looking man swaggered over. He had short brown hair slicked back neatly and wore a black business suit with a red tie, a thick Meldarian Cigar clenched in the corner of his jaw.
He was tall but obviously overweight with a light beer gut covered up by his large suit.
"Good day gentleman."
he said with a tone that sounded somewhat over confident or arrogant.
"Speak of the devil..."
Wallace muttered,
"And the devil shall appear."
Matthew finished, shaking the man's hand.
"Hello mister Springfield."
he greeted, almost groaning.
"Gentlemen this is James Springfield, CEO of Super-Corp and the devil's assistant manager."
The Emperor introduced.
James chuckled and took a seat, peering down at the parade below.
"A pleasure gentlemen..."
he muttered in reply.
James Springfield was a cruel, extravagant, wasteful and generally greedy bastard that embodied the
Fatcat stereotype. He'd been in more than a few scandals for having affairs with maids, secretaries, waitresses, airline attendants, etc. and he truly never seemed to care about his fellow man unless it benefited him in some way.
He had a nice float though...

It was massive with loud speakers blaring his company's jingle, a set of spotlights concentrating on a line of female dancers in revealing feather outifts who were tossing Super-Corp Super-Colas, Imported Cigars and candies into the crowd while dancing, an array of fireworks blasting up behind them.
They'd even contracted the Phonencian singer Dominic Dean who was dressed in an extravagant tuxedo covered in tiny flashing LED lights to match the general City of Sin theme of everything,
He howled away dramatically into his microphone like a night club jazz singer in the 60s, his smooth and seductive voice adding to the effect of the Super-Corp Float.
The Emperor however smirked slyly, knowing his float could surpass Springfield's easily.
Not too long after Sandra had disappeared, the Empress joined her, followed closely by one of her personal guards Drew, the youngest member of the security detail.

(The City of Sin, located in the province of Gracemeria is the Las Vegas of Phonencia. It is rivaled by
The City of Damned Souls in Swiftistan which is a colony known for its tourism industry thanks to the massive parties held there)

[Post War America]

[OOC]Hate to be a bitch Phon. but I'm a week away from being one of those non-single folk (I don't consider the change to occur until you actually go on ur first date. Cappy, you don't know this one. *Turns back to Phon*, its kinda scary ya know. Going over the physical descriptions of Roarke and O'Leary again its kind of uncanny as to the physical resemblance.[/OOC]

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The House

"Sure, Pizza, something we can all agree on". When Roarke asked whether or not they wanted Cannabis on their pizza. Svenson and Hotchkiss shared a Holy carp look.
"You realize that's pot right"?
"Yeah, you can have the pot for yourself". Hotchkiss looked at Svenson.
"Fuck that shit, I don't need pot in my pizza. I could just smoke it".
"Thank you Hotchkiss for your valuable input. So the verdict is no"?
Yup." they said simultaneously.

[Phonencia]

[OOC: go to hell!]

Suburbs

Alvin shrugged,
"Have it your way then."
he replied, slightly surprised.
"No thanks...no just the pepperoni...alright thanks. Have a good'n."
he said into the reciever, pausing a moment then snapping it shut.
"Should be about 30 minutes or so. These guys are in some HOT competition with this other shop not too far from here so they're always trying to out do each other. I'm not gonna' complain. Low prices and quick deliveries make my life easier."
he glanced around for a moment then realized they had nothing else to do,
"Wanna go watch TV or something?"
he offered,
"I can make us some drinks."

[Libertarian Governance]

Emperor's Box

Good to meet mister Springfield. Chief Executive Robert Stratton and this is our Chief of Foreign Affairs Thomas McWain. Both Robert and Thomas extended a hand to the man in greeting. Thomas then begin speaking. You know, I've tried your Super Cola and they are delicious. I hope we can increase your trade with the Free Republic. I'm sure you would find a very lucrative market.

Nice float. Robert said with a grin.

Turning towards the Emperor Thomas continued. You know as a matter of fact your we have a few companies interested in investing here too. The Directorate of Heaven Inc is one such company whose resorts would probably fit right in, in the City of Sin and the City of Damned Souls. In any event as I'm sure you know emperor our sin regulation is very low. He chuckles a bit. In fat there was no real regulation on any business in Libertarian Governance aside from basic laws involving victims such as trespassing and things of the sort.

Yes your sin industry should look to our markets, they'd do well there. Robert said. Free trade is always good and your business community are more than welcome.

[Phonencia]

Emperor's Box

"Excellent."
The Emperor said, sitting back in his chair,
"Although Heaven Inc's resorts will have some pretty stiff competition from the numerous other venues in the aforementioned cities."
he grinned,
"I own the Shelton Super Casino after all..."
Springfield cleared his throat and chimed in,
"Thank you Mister Stratton, I look forward to opening a few new business venues in the near future. Oh but don't drink too much Super-Cola, it'll melt your liver..."
he paused a moment then laughed delightedly, playing the part of the stereotypical, satirical CEO.
"Here have a cigar,"
he said, plucking an expensive looking Meldarian cigar from his jacket pocket,
"These are made in Meldaria, a very large communistic, socialist nation that we've had a sort of love-hate relationship with for years. I personally feel good knowing that The People are out working hard to roll these things only to have me smoke them. Kinda' like whenever you see a Che Geuvarra t-shirt, yeah the wearer is expressing his love of communism but he bought the damned shirt from a huge corporation!"
he laughed and tapped some ash off the tip of his cigar onto a small ash tray sitting on a stone pedastal by the wall.
"So Robert, as I was saying earlier. How would you like to come hunting with me some time?"
Matthew offered.

[Libertarian Governance]

Oh Emperor Shelton, I've never had the chance to visit there. Heaven owns resorts around the world. Hell, while they are incorporated in the Free Republic they have gained a few territorial concessions which have turned them into one of the most powerful corporations in the world. At least as far as I can see. You'll love their CEO Antonio Montana. Very nice guy. Robert took the cigar with a raised brow. You don't mean the Che Guevara who hated and murdered black skinned people and gays?

Robert shakes his head. The blind will buy anything. No matter. The Chief Executive lights the cigar and takes a few puffs. I would love to accompany you on a hunting trip.

[Post War America]

[OOC]HA! Phon is the only single of us. Well, the truth is I am Alvin Roarke, and I created the O'Leary-Roarke plot to ensure that it would happen IRL, 'cuz I likes her. Mind Blown.[/OOC]

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The House

"Ok sure, what's good in Phonencia?" asked Hotchkiss. Svenson stood watching. O'Leary however shot Roarke the look of, "I knew what else we could do". Before going into the kitchen for a drink.
"I'll make my own, thanks".

[Phonencia]

[OOC:I doubt that since Sergeant Alvin Roarke is a ripoff of Tennessee WWI hero, Sergeant Alvin C. York]

Emperor's Box

The Emperor grinned,
"Excellent. We could bring down a Phonencian Elephant first off, then one or two Lions or Werewolves, some Desert Mule Deer and we can finish off with a Desert Fox Hunt. Then we could go for a quick hunt in the Shelton Nature Preserve. There's whitetail deer, cougars, grizzly bears, you name it it's there."
Springfield remained silent, knowing he'd likely not be invited on said hunt and not really caring as he'd been on several before.
"Tell me Robert, how good are you with a bow?"
Matthew asked, watching delightedly as his company's float rolled around.
Fireworks streaked off the short row of massive floats, air cannons shooting fistfuls of candy into the crowd while performers on the floats showed off Shelton-made products, first off were the guns made by Shelton and Acuff Firearms, most of them intended for security, police, hunting, farming or self defense purposes though a few were military grade. A few small boxes of .22LR and 6.5mm Grendel rounds were handed out into the crowd while upbeat rock music blared from the speakers on the first float.
Once it passed, Shelton Electronics' float rolled in, the music changing to sound more like a video game soundtrack as DVDs and new Video Games were tossed into the crowd of now ecstatic partiers. Once it passed, Shelton Snack Company rolled through, tossing bags of chips, cookies, sodas and chocolate bars into the throngs of people, the music more hyper now to accompany the sugar rush everyone would undoubtedly be on by night's end.
It slowly rolled away and finally, the final nail in the coffin of every other float in the parade rolled into the street. The massive float was lined with Imperial Guardsmen, a small band set up in the middle of the float, the music blasting through loudspeakers as the Empress beautifully sang the national anthem, some of the crowd squeeling with glee as they spotted their favorite singer.
While the Battle Hymn of the Empire blared through the speakers, Taylor slipped on a headset and continued singing while she rapidly autographed pictures and tossed them into the crowd, the air cannons on the float blasting confetti and Taylor Shelton t-shirts into the crowd, sending them to the verge of hysteria. However, the crowning moment was when the air cannons started belching wads of cash into the crowds, the screams of delight almost drowning out the speakers. Far overhead little formations of C-130s from the DHEPAF slowly crawled through the now darkening sky, millions of Tiberium Bills fluttering out of the back and raining down over the lower income areas of Gracemeria.
The Emperor was, in short, stupid rich and used every holiday possible as an excuse to donate to the poor. What few people knew however was that he would, at random, take in someone off the street and essentially change their lives. They'd go in drunks or drug addicts with no friends, jobs or homes and had left well groomed and educated businessmen and women, becoming succesful and productive citizens. This was never announced to the public as the Emperor (being a Christian) believed that helping the poor simply for the sake of publicity ruined the entire gesture.

In the Emperor's box, Matthew was grinned smugly as Springfield scowled and grumbled from his side.
"THAT is how you have a parade James."
he gloated was his wife finished the anthem and moved on to another song as the sun peeked below the horizon. Matthew smirked and glanced over at Stratton,
"The sun is down so now it's time for the real parties."
He said excitedly.
"Drinks and a strip club anyone?"
Joseph suggested.
Matthew smiled,
"I'll hit the bar with you guys but after that I'm heading home. My wife and I are going to be celebrating on our own."
Joseph rolled his eyes.
"Hey Ryan, Octavio, 'mere."
he called.

Suburbs

Alvin chuckled as he drifted into the kitchen, a small bar set up by the entrance, separating the kitchen from the living room.
Alvin expertly assembled several drinks and ingredients then poured a few together like a trained bartender, mixing several different drinks found only in Phonencia together then sliding a glass to Svenson and Hotchkiss.
"Desert Martini. It's made with cactus water. Gives it a sweeter flavor."
he explained, tossing his back in one gulp and assembling another drink.
"Why won't you let me fix yours Jenna? Afraid I'll spike it?"
he teased, pouring a few drinks together, shaking them up then tossing in a few crushed up leaves and fruit that added a minty and sweet taste.
"Any requests?"
He asked, wiping down the bar with a wrag like a stereotypical barkeep.

[Post War America]

[OOC]You called my bluff, I'm not Sergeant York, I didn't charge a machine gun nest and take prisoners. I am just civvy awesome. I just look like Roarke. However, O'Leary is an amazingly accurate comparison of what she looks like (though I've changed the names.[/OOC]

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The Urbans of the Submarine

"I'll have a Black Russian." Came the voice of Hotchkiss.
"I want a scotch dry." sounded Svenson's voice.
O'Leary grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring it into a cup before replying to Roarke's comment.
"Yeah I'm afraid you'll spike it, come one, really, I just wanted to spend some more time with you, seen as you're always busy with Army stuff.", she replied, a hint of in "the mood" her voice. She left the bar, walking back into the living room.

[Phonencia]

Suburbs

Alvin smirked slightly, glancing over at Hotchkiss and Svenson as they sat at the bar stools.
"I think Jenna wants to talk..."
he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he rapidly prepared their drinks and slid them over, grabbing a shot of whiskey and tossing in some 7-Up for flavor then darting over to the couch and sliding into a seat next to Jenna.
"So Jenna, you wanna' spend more time with me?"
he asked, taking her hand and studying closely.
"I'm sorry I'm always so busy..."
he said softly, gently brushing his lips over the back of her hand.
"My life's revolved around the army for years now, I'm not really used to civvie life or having someone else around all the time."
he went back to looking over her hand, deep in thought.
"I was just thinking how nice you'd look with a ring on your finger..."
he muttered, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

[Capisaria]

OOC: Sweet, who knew NS was such a bed of playas! So, who is the very unlucky girl James America? Not a student of our school?
IC:

I like that float over there.

said Vugo, refferring to the one that had purple in the float design, along with some green. He thought it reminded him of the old flags of Capisaria.

[Phonencia]

[OOC: lol. James, kewl name dude. Oh and from now on, the shortened version of my name is The Phonz or Phonzy/Phonzi]

Emperor's Box

Springfield and Shelton both gaped and leaned forward in their seats to stare at Vugo,
who sat between them.
"My float had half-naked dancing women!"
Springfield protested,
"And my float had guns, music and junk food!"
Shelton agreed, both miffed that their floats had not attracted their socialist friend's attention.

[Capisaria]

Vugo responded "I'm sorry, I just don't find guns all that exciting and I have a girlfriend, so you know."

He sat back in his chair and hoped his friends responded well.

[Phonencia]

Springfield coughed into his hand, a quiet "Loser..." grunted in between hacks.
Shelton smirked at his enemy's childishness but did not comment on it, instead asking Jacques,
"How can you not like guns?"
as though disliking firearms was like disliking oxygen.

[Capisaria]

"No, no I really have no personal preference, my people are generally against any citizen being able to by guns without background checks, but i really just don't want someone shooting another pseron because they didn't like there food at a restaurant. Which by the way, happened to me while I visited a territory we occupied a while back, a nation called Quavv. I wonder how that nation ended up...anyways, no I really have no preference."

[Post War America]

[OOC]Goddamit Cappy, stop giving my personal information! Hath nobody taught you intertube safety? Anyway, an awful lot like yours, 'cept she fits me better. Whereas you, and yours are a better match for you. See how I didn't divulge yer personal information. If I didn't watch you create, and regularly access your nation, well, I would think you were a stranger.[/OOC]

Imperator's Box

Castillo snickered at the vast grandiose floats that had just passed by. They were very flashy, and very Phonencian. All guns, drugs, fireworks, and half nude women. It reminded him of his time in an anti-slavery NGO. At least, he hoped, they weren't actually slaves. He turned to the Emperor, and the businessmen that were responsible said, "I sure hope they aren't slaves. I mean, I hope they volunteered for that job, and are getting paid for it".

In Semi-Urbus

O'Leary smiled and said,"I've been waiting for you to say something like that for a long time."
Hotchkiss smirked.
"Really Lieutenant, really, can't believe you are softening up like that.", he said.
The power of O'Leary's glare shut him up.
"If you need a ring, I've got one upstairs, I was getting so worried that you didn't have the cojones I was going to ask".

[Phonencia]

Emperor's Box

Shelton rolled his eyes at Vugoe but did not comment, instead focusing his attention on Castillo as he didn't want to get into an argument with the Capisarian.
"Unfortunately no they are not."
Springfield answered, looking a tad disgruntled.
"Slavery's been illegal for just under a year now. The Lyran government was very persuasive."
Emperor Shelton explained, smirking.
"Level 1 Security Clearance at Lyran Arms, a position under their Umbrella of Protection and big-ass discounts at Lyran Arms? I was tripping over myself to sign the Prohibition of Slavery Legislation."
he said with a chuckle.

Suburbia

Alvin chuckled,
"I'm glad you didn't, it would've made me look like a wimpy-ass loser."
he replied, standing up and brushing a piece of lint off his L-Cam BDU pants.
"I'll be right back."
he darted upstairs asand rummaged through one of his safes for a minute before he returned, a black satin box in one hand and a 7 Tiberium bill in the other.
Right on time, the pizza delivery man showed up and hit the door bell, Toccata and Fugue in D minor playing loudly, a clap of thunder in the background.
Alvin snickered and opened the door, quickly payed for the pizza and thanked the delivery man then returned to the couch and tossed the pizza box to Hotchkiss, kneeling by the couch and opening the black satin box to reveal a gold band with tiny diamonds studded around the outside of it, sparkling faintly.
"It was my grandmother's."

[Post War America]

The Suburb

Hotchkiss lept up to catch the pizza, barely catching the box before it made the floor covered in so much tomato sauce. He quickly opened the box and began to eat while O'Leary was taken aback by the offering of an heirloom for marriage. She smiled, and replied with that lovely word, yes, in the action of going for a snog. Before quickly pulling back and saying, "But I'm keeping my last name", once again going forward all the way.

Emperor's Box

Castillo sighed with relief.
"That's good. I need to speak with one of these Lyran Representatives, so I can get that deal.", he said, "We never had slavery to begin with".

[Phonencia]

Suburbia

Alvin groaned,
"Oh c'mon. What'll my family and friends think?"
he whined.
"Using your maiden name after marriage..."
he scoffed,
"But fine then. If you refuse to conform to my nation's customs and traditions then I'll just have to emphasize them even more..."
he decided, crossing his arms and smiling smugly, like a triumphant child.
"Now gimme' some frickin' pizza!"
he added, snatching a large slice from the box and taking a massive bite.

Emperor's Box

Emperor Shelton frowned,
"Unfortunately I doubt they'd go for it. Lyras usually beats slave nations into submission but they were more...civil with us. Probably because we're such a huge customer at Lyran Arms and we, unlike some people, didn't treat our slaves like animals."
he explained.