Carminica crowns her King (invite only)
Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:48 pm
OCC: signup the thread start the morning before the coronation. you may start with your arrivals to King Philip International Airport, Royal Air Force Base Adam's, Wellend Train station or Port Devon where you will be greeted.
Room 145, East Wing, Government Palace, Lottingham, Carminica
"So that is finally taken care of. Lastly, I have spoken with the commissioner and he has told me that the additional help have finally received their appointments for tomorrow." an older gentlemen took a deep breath and closed the brown rectangle box on the table to his right.
The two dozen or so men and women, dressd military uniform and lounge suits, gently smiled as everyone knew that today's meeting was their last. After months of meetings, planning and waiting, the day which they had imagined of was finally to come.
"Well, if I may." Lord Paddington, the Chief of Protocol spoke up, as he turned to figure that had just closed the brown box for the last time "Sir Michael.." he addressed the man "on behalf of the coronation committee and all those working towards his majesty's coronation, thank you for leading use as a stellar chairmen. Your professionalism, eye for detail and loyal duty to his majesty's service will not be forgotten. We look forward to see the final results of the your had work and leadership."
Without a moment to spare, the room of military men, old courtiers, clergy, and government official burst in a round of applause as Sir Michael Gellow, a man that never usually settles for compliments, smiled and nodded his head in thanks
"Thank you.." Sir Michael announced "my hard work was only made possible by the healp of everyone one for you." he pushed his choir from out the table with a grin, "Now, let get on to your homes and rest up. We have a big day ahead tomorrow"
Yes, that is true the committee mutter and laughed as they exited the old oak meeting room at the Government Palace.
With only 24 hours before the largest national celebration, most dignified religious eents and most well attend diplomatic event in the history of Carminica the capital city of Lottingham had gained a buzz it has never before. Already a hub of activity, the underlying excitements and anticipation had had taken over the once cynical population. Whisper of coronation lunches, street parties and celebrations soon became the only topic of conversation.
With millions of Carminicans form all over the world ascending on to the city, the city workers gradually began the recreation of the city streets. From streets once gridlocked with cars, crowd barriers now lined the roads, little care to those that have picked their spot to camp-out in order to get a good view of the coronation procession to and from St.Georges Cathedral. Where light poles stood, large Carminican flag hung form the iron loops and ballooned as the gust of wind brushed by.
Beneath the pomp and ceremony that managed to blanket the city, the over to aware and very so conscious presence of the Royal Carminican Armed Forces and Lottingham & Capital Region Police Force keep its presence know yet subdued. With the royal family, and foreign royals, on display nothing was to be left to chance.
Office of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Lottingham, Carminica
'"Oh yes, I have had a list for a while now, saw no need to bin it." The Right Honourable Emily Roots, Minister of Foreign Affairs, looked over her glasses as she spoke to Sir Michael "...my deputy already spoke with the greeting parties.I mean its not that difficult."
"That is true Madame Minister...as along as they're no press"
"That is right sir Michael. no press" she laughed with the chairperson of the coronation committee "But in all seriousness,the royals will greet the royal and the government official will greet the politicians. Keep it simple, no?
"That is the way to do it ma'am" Sir Michael picked on his brief case on his way out
"Michael!" the minister called him "See you tomorrow morning."
"Yes ma'am. See you in the morning " he smiled as he left the minister's office
Room 145, East Wing, Government Palace, Lottingham, Carminica
"So that is finally taken care of. Lastly, I have spoken with the commissioner and he has told me that the additional help have finally received their appointments for tomorrow." an older gentlemen took a deep breath and closed the brown rectangle box on the table to his right.
The two dozen or so men and women, dressd military uniform and lounge suits, gently smiled as everyone knew that today's meeting was their last. After months of meetings, planning and waiting, the day which they had imagined of was finally to come.
"Well, if I may." Lord Paddington, the Chief of Protocol spoke up, as he turned to figure that had just closed the brown box for the last time "Sir Michael.." he addressed the man "on behalf of the coronation committee and all those working towards his majesty's coronation, thank you for leading use as a stellar chairmen. Your professionalism, eye for detail and loyal duty to his majesty's service will not be forgotten. We look forward to see the final results of the your had work and leadership."
Without a moment to spare, the room of military men, old courtiers, clergy, and government official burst in a round of applause as Sir Michael Gellow, a man that never usually settles for compliments, smiled and nodded his head in thanks
"Thank you.." Sir Michael announced "my hard work was only made possible by the healp of everyone one for you." he pushed his choir from out the table with a grin, "Now, let get on to your homes and rest up. We have a big day ahead tomorrow"
Yes, that is true the committee mutter and laughed as they exited the old oak meeting room at the Government Palace.
With only 24 hours before the largest national celebration, most dignified religious eents and most well attend diplomatic event in the history of Carminica the capital city of Lottingham had gained a buzz it has never before. Already a hub of activity, the underlying excitements and anticipation had had taken over the once cynical population. Whisper of coronation lunches, street parties and celebrations soon became the only topic of conversation.
With millions of Carminicans form all over the world ascending on to the city, the city workers gradually began the recreation of the city streets. From streets once gridlocked with cars, crowd barriers now lined the roads, little care to those that have picked their spot to camp-out in order to get a good view of the coronation procession to and from St.Georges Cathedral. Where light poles stood, large Carminican flag hung form the iron loops and ballooned as the gust of wind brushed by.
Beneath the pomp and ceremony that managed to blanket the city, the over to aware and very so conscious presence of the Royal Carminican Armed Forces and Lottingham & Capital Region Police Force keep its presence know yet subdued. With the royal family, and foreign royals, on display nothing was to be left to chance.
Office of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Lottingham, Carminica
'"Oh yes, I have had a list for a while now, saw no need to bin it." The Right Honourable Emily Roots, Minister of Foreign Affairs, looked over her glasses as she spoke to Sir Michael "...my deputy already spoke with the greeting parties.I mean its not that difficult."
"That is true Madame Minister...as along as they're no press"
"That is right sir Michael. no press" she laughed with the chairperson of the coronation committee "But in all seriousness,the royals will greet the royal and the government official will greet the politicians. Keep it simple, no?
"That is the way to do it ma'am" Sir Michael picked on his brief case on his way out
"Michael!" the minister called him "See you tomorrow morning."
"Yes ma'am. See you in the morning " he smiled as he left the minister's office