CSL Day [IC]

[Arakhkhar]

Ilain sits down, and gestures for Ana to do the same.
“I’ve never had Malayan food, I must admit. It should be an… interesting experience, to say the least.”

Ana nods. “Me neither. I am excited, though! I am always ready to try new foods.”

Ilain waits around for a waitress to attend them.
“So… what do you see in him?”
She says, gesturing subtly to the Shahzadeh.

[Volkovograd]

Ana nods. “Me neither. I am excited, though! I am always ready to try new foods.”

Ilain waits around for a waitress to attend them.
“So… what do you see in him?”
She says, gesturing subtly to the Shahzadeh.

Ana blushes slightly. “I can’t say I know what you mean…”

[Malaya Darussalam]

Escorted by Azmeny motorcycle police, a convoy of automobiles arrived at the location for CSL Day. Two SUVs of the SKE brand came to a halt at the main driveway into the event location, followed by a dark-coloured Bentley Mulsanne with a flagpole at the forward centre of the bonnet- on display was a yellow flag with the royal seal. Amongst officers, staff members, and event organisers to receive the Malayan King was the Representative to the CSL, Yan Hua.

Dressed in yellow baju melayu outfit with a sheathed kris in his waist and the tengkolok as headdres, Abdul Saleem Shah was ready to attend the festivities of CSL Day despite the faint jet lag and the already busy schedule regarding Hari Raya yesterday. But before mingling amongst the many pavilions of other nations and his own, he had planned to give his speech before the Malayan parade would commence. The entourage of staff and reporters of the state-owned Asia News Service followed him into Azmanev park.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Farrah, and believe me, I’m looking forward to my meal. By the way, you say this is work experience… well, it’s sure gonna be some story to tell once you get home, isn’t it?”

Said Jameson to the waitress, before turning to the Daevan crown prince.

"My term limit's 2 terms, 10 years. See, when I'm mentioning the launch,, I'm meaning to discuss closer scientific and technological collaboration. The ISO is a wonderful framework for space science - but I think that we could potentially, together with potentially Azmeny, who I here have a similar interest, create a framework between our countries for collaboration in more areas of science. What I propose, or rather my advisers have, is a oint science fund, which the universities and research institutions of our countries can use for projects. Furthermore, scientific data will be shared between our nations, and our scientists will be given visa-free travel between our countries. The aim is to enable closer scientific and technological cooperation between core CSL states, to strengthen our position internationally, develop our technologies and economies, and create technological solutions to joint problems, such as climate change, or the very real risk of a biological attack. By the way, it's a nice sword you have there."

The Shahzadeh smiles. “Well, nice to meet you, Farrah. Hotel School, you say? Well, I will be sure to leave you a glowing review. I am Shahzadeh Adonijjah Chakravarti, but you may call me Adonijjah. The full name and title is rather pretentious, anyways. Oh, and if they don’t have wine I will have what President Jameson is having. Thank you.” He says with an air of casualness.

The young royal turns to the Marinian President with interest. “A international science alliance is a good idea. I would be more than willing to use my influence to try to make it happen. Oh, and thank you! It is quite a nice sword. I was president of the fencing club in my university. Not because of my status, I hasten. I… ah, do have one favor to ask of you, however.” Adonijjah says with a shrug. “A while back your country made my family the Chakravarti Class royal transport planes. Uh, not to long ago my half brother was admitted to the family and I was wondering if your nation could build another one?”

"Yes indeed, Mister President," she laughed, "All my friends back home will be envious of me, especially after prince Adonijjah's review!"

Some time after their orders, Farrah returned to the table at which the Daevan Prince and Greater Marinian leader were seated with their warm dishes and drinks in hand. President Jameson’s beef rendang would melt in his mouth and taste sweet while being subtly spicy. The lobster laksa for Adonijjah would taste as delectable as it looks, and a white chardonnay had been delivered as requested. In truth, a kitchen assistant had been sent to rush to a nearby liquor storeroom to buy a bottle of the wine. “As you had ordered sirs…” Farrah’s smile turned to one of slight nervousness as she then made her request, “May I uhh- take a selfie with you two..?”

Ilain sits down, and gestures for Ana to do the same.
“I’ve never had Malayan food, I must admit. It should be an… interesting experience, to say the least.”

Ana nods. “Me neither. I am excited, though! I am always ready to try new foods.”

OOC: I will assume that the following interaction takes place after the one with Greater Marine and Daeva

The work of a waiter or waitress is never finished during opening hours, and once Farrah had finished tending to the needs of the President and the Shahzadeh, she would now make her way to another couple seated not far away. “Selamat datang!” Farrah cheerily said, now more confident after her interaction with the previous high-profile guests, “What can I get for you?”

[The Daeva]

Escorted by Azmeny motorcycle police, a convoy of automobiles arrived at the location for CSL Day. Two SUVs of the SKE brand came to a halt at the main driveway into the event location, followed by a dark-coloured Bentley Mulsanne with a flagpole at the forward centre of the bonnet- on display was a yellow flag with the royal seal. Amongst officers, staff members, and event organisers to receive the Malayan King was the Representative to the CSL, Yan Hua.

Dressed in yellow baju melayu outfit with a sheathed kris in his waist and the tengkolok as headdres, Abdul Saleem Shah was ready to attend the festivities of CSL Day despite the faint jet lag and the already busy schedule regarding Hari Raya yesterday. But before mingling amongst the many pavilions of other nations and his own, he had planned to give his speech before the Malayan parade would commence. The entourage of staff and reporters of the state-owned Asia News Service followed him into Azmanev park.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Farrah, and believe me, I’m looking forward to my meal. By the way, you say this is work experience… well, it’s sure gonna be some story to tell once you get home, isn’t it?”

Said Jameson to the waitress, before turning to the Daevan crown prince.

"My term limit's 2 terms, 10 years. See, when I'm mentioning the launch,, I'm meaning to discuss closer scientific and technological collaboration. The ISO is a wonderful framework for space science - but I think that we could potentially, together with potentially Azmeny, who I here have a similar interest, create a framework between our countries for collaboration in more areas of science. What I propose, or rather my advisers have, is a oint science fund, which the universities and research institutions of our countries can use for projects. Furthermore, scientific data will be shared between our nations, and our scientists will be given visa-free travel between our countries. The aim is to enable closer scientific and technological cooperation between core CSL states, to strengthen our position internationally, develop our technologies and economies, and create technological solutions to joint problems, such as climate change, or the very real risk of a biological attack. By the way, it's a nice sword you have there."

The Shahzadeh smiles. “Well, nice to meet you, Farrah. Hotel School, you say? Well, I will be sure to leave you a glowing review. I am Shahzadeh Adonijjah Chakravarti, but you may call me Adonijjah. The full name and title is rather pretentious, anyways. Oh, and if they don’t have wine I will have what President Jameson is having. Thank you.” He says with an air of casualness.

The young royal turns to the Marinian President with interest. “A international science alliance is a good idea. I would be more than willing to use my influence to try to make it happen. Oh, and thank you! It is quite a nice sword. I was president of the fencing club in my university. Not because of my status, I hasten. I… ah, do have one favor to ask of you, however.” Adonijjah says with a shrug. “A while back your country made my family the Chakravarti Class royal transport planes. Uh, not to long ago my half brother was admitted to the family and I was wondering if your nation could build another one?”

"Yes indeed, Mister President," she laughed, "All my friends back home will be envious of me, especially after prince Adonijjah's review!"

Some time after their orders, Farrah returned to the table at which the Daevan Prince and Greater Marinian leader were seated with their warm dishes and drinks in hand. President Jameson’s beef rendang would melt in his mouth and taste sweet while being subtly spicy. The lobster laksa for Adonijjah would taste as delectable as it looks, and a white chardonnay had been delivered as requested. In truth, a kitchen assistant had been sent to rush to a nearby liquor storeroom to buy a bottle of the wine. “As you had ordered sirs…” Farrah’s smile turned to one of slight nervousness as she then made her request, “May I uhh- take a selfie with you two..?”

[spoiler=Volkovgrad and Arakhkhar]

Ilain sits down, and gestures for Ana to do the same.
“I’ve never had Malayan food, I must admit. It should be an… interesting experience, to say the least.”

Ana nods. “Me neither. I am excited, though! I am always ready to try new foods.”

OOC: I will assume that the following interaction takes place after the one with Greater Marine and Daeva

The work of a waiter or waitress is never finished during opening hours, and once Farrah had finished tending to the needs of the President and the Shahzadeh, she would now make her way to another couple seated not far away. “Selamat datang!” Farrah cheerily said, now more confident after her interaction with the previous high-profile guests, “What can I get for you?”[/spoiler]

Adonijjah rubs his hands in anticipation as the food arrives. “Thank you so much, Farrah.” He says as the bowl is placed in front of him. He pours himself a glass of wine. “And you managed to find some wine! Truly a miracle worker, thank you.” He says. The young royal chuckles at Farrahs request, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “If President Jameson is alright with it, I would love to!” He says good naturedly

[Greater Marine]

Escorted by Azmeny motorcycle police, a convoy of automobiles arrived at the location for CSL Day. Two SUVs of the SKE brand came to a halt at the main driveway into the event location, followed by a dark-coloured Bentley Mulsanne with a flagpole at the forward centre of the bonnet- on display was a yellow flag with the royal seal. Amongst officers, staff members, and event organisers to receive the Malayan King was the Representative to the CSL, Yan Hua.

Dressed in yellow baju melayu outfit with a sheathed kris in his waist and the tengkolok as headdres, Abdul Saleem Shah was ready to attend the festivities of CSL Day despite the faint jet lag and the already busy schedule regarding Hari Raya yesterday. But before mingling amongst the many pavilions of other nations and his own, he had planned to give his speech before the Malayan parade would commence. The entourage of staff and reporters of the state-owned Asia News Service followed him into Azmanev park.

"Yes indeed, Mister President," she laughed, "All my friends back home will be envious of me, especially after prince Adonijjah's review!"

Some time after their orders, Farrah returned to the table at which the Daevan Prince and Greater Marinian leader were seated with their warm dishes and drinks in hand. President Jameson’s beef rendang would melt in his mouth and taste sweet while being subtly spicy. The lobster laksa for Adonijjah would taste as delectable as it looks, and a white chardonnay had been delivered as requested. In truth, a kitchen assistant had been sent to rush to a nearby liquor storeroom to buy a bottle of the wine. “As you had ordered sirs…” Farrah’s smile turned to one of slight nervousness as she then made her request, “May I uhh- take a selfie with you two..?”

[spoiler=Volkovgrad and Arakhkhar]

OOC: I will assume that the following interaction takes place after the one with Greater Marine and Daeva

The work of a waiter or waitress is never finished during opening hours, and once Farrah had finished tending to the needs of the President and the Shahzadeh, she would now make her way to another couple seated not far away. “Selamat datang!” Farrah cheerily said, now more confident after her interaction with the previous high-profile guests, “What can I get for you?”

Adonijjah rubs his hands in anticipation as the food arrives. “Thank you so much, Farrah.” He says as the bowl is placed in front of him. He pours himself a glass of wine. “And you managed to find some wine! Truly a miracle worker, thank you.” He says. The young royal chuckles at Farrahs request, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “If President Jameson is alright with it, I would love to!” He says good naturedly

"Sure, feel free too!" says Jameson, cheerily."Thank you Farrah, the food looks remarkable!" He is decidedly pleased with his food - indeed, a boyish grin broke across his face momentarily, a crescent of gleaming enamel, before returning to a more dignified, gentler smile.

Jameson smiles into the phone camera as he waits for Farrah to take the photo.

[Azmeny]

President Korolev walked up too to the Malayan Pavilion. The food smelled heavenly, and he is tired from the festivities. The speeches, the media, the endless attention… it had been an enjoyable day, but a tiring one for the Azmen President, and he could do with a nice meal. He notices the two other dignitaries and says “Ah, President Jameson, and Shazadeh Adonijjah! May I join you two here?”

[The Daeva]

President Korolev walked up too to the Malayan Pavilion. The food smelled heavenly, and he is tired from the festivities. The speeches, the media, the endless attention… it had been an enjoyable day, but a tiring one for the Azmen President, and he could do with a nice meal. He notices the two other dignitaries and says “Ah, President Jameson, and Shazadeh Adonijjah! May I join you two here?”

The Shahzadeh smiles. “Ah, President Korolev! It is up to my new friend, President Jameson.” He says, before adding slightly teasingly. “Did you enjoy your medal?”

[Greater Marine]

President Korolev walked up too to the Malayan Pavilion. The food smelled heavenly, and he is tired from the festivities. The speeches, the media, the endless attention… it had been an enjoyable day, but a tiring one for the Azmen President, and he could do with a nice meal. He notices the two other dignitaries and says “Ah, President Jameson, and Shazadeh Adonijjah! May I join you two here?”

"It's nice to have 3 allies together. However, judging by the fact you're well after the lunchtime rush and still far too early for dinner... let me guess, you're here for business reasons - diplomacy."

[The Astral Mandate]

President Korolev walked up too to the Malayan Pavilion. The food smelled heavenly, and he is tired from the festivities. The speeches, the media, the endless attention… it had been an enjoyable day, but a tiring one for the Azmen President, and he could do with a nice meal. He notices the two other dignitaries and says “Ah, President Jameson, and Shazadeh Adonijjah! May I join you two here?”

Neri Virtanen would arrive as well. "I suppose I could attend this little meeting?"

[Azmeny]

“No! I missed lunch. But if you have some ideas of business, I’d be grateful to discuss them.” replies Korolev to Jameson. He then turns to Virtanen “yes, please do join us.”. He says. This would be nice, for once an informal gathering of CSL leaders, away from the cameras, away from pressure.

[The Daeva]

“No! I missed lunch. But if you have some ideas of business, I’d be grateful to discuss them.” replies Korolev to Jameson. He then turns to Virtanen “yes, please do join us.”. He says. This would be nice, for once an informal gathering of CSL leaders, away from the cameras, away from pressure.

Adonijjah chuckles as he begins eating his Lobster Laksa. He turns to President Jameson. “Apologies, my friend. I am afraid I have started the deluge of world politicians on your quiet lunch.” He says jokingly. He takes a sip of his Chardonnay. “Our waitress friend really came through… anyways, ah, I am open to discussing business. Although there are more pleasant, if less interesting things that could serve as conversation topics.”

[Greater Marine]

“No! I missed lunch. But if you have some ideas of business, I’d be grateful to discuss them.” replies Korolev to Jameson. He then turns to Virtanen “yes, please do join us.”. He says. This would be nice, for once an informal gathering of CSL leaders, away from the cameras, away from pressure.

Adonijjah chuckles as he begins eating his Lobster Laksa. He turns to President Jameson. “Apologies, my friend. I am afraid I have started the deluge of world politicians on your quiet lunch.” He says jokingly. He takes a sip of his Chardonnay. “Our waitress friend really came through… anyways, ah, I am open to discussing business. Although there are more pleasant, if less interesting things that could serve as conversation topics.”

"Well, there is the scientific collaboration plan me and Adonijjah have been discussing... anyway, what do you make of the latest propaganda article from Gonswanza, our not-so-friendly neighbours?"

[Arakhkhar]

Ilain sits down, and gestures for Ana to do the same.
“I’ve never had Malayan food, I must admit. It should be an… interesting experience, to say the least.”

Ana nods. “Me neither. I am excited, though! I am always ready to try new foods.”

OOC: I will assume that the following interaction takes place after the one with Greater Marine and Daeva

The work of a waiter or waitress is never finished during opening hours, and once Farrah had finished tending to the needs of the President and the Shahzadeh, she would now make her way to another couple seated not far away. “Selamat datang!” Farrah cheerily said, now more confident after her interaction with the previous high-profile guests, “What can I get for you?”

I assumed it was occurring concurrently, as Ana and Ilain are trying to ‘subtly’ eavesdrop.

“Ah… hello.”
Ilain smiled, as she looked up at the waitress.
“Do forgive me - neither of us are particularly familiar with Malayan delicacies - in terms of entrees, what would you recommend, madame waitress?”

[The Daeva]

Adonijjah chuckles as he begins eating his Lobster Laksa. He turns to President Jameson. “Apologies, my friend. I am afraid I have started the deluge of world politicians on your quiet lunch.” He says jokingly. He takes a sip of his Chardonnay. “Our waitress friend really came through… anyways, ah, I am open to discussing business. Although there are more pleasant, if less interesting things that could serve as conversation topics.”

"Well, there is the scientific collaboration plan me and Adonijjah have been discussing... anyway, what do you make of the latest propaganda article from Gonswanza, our not-so-friendly neighbours?"

“I haven’t read it. I have long since ignored that rag of theirs.” Adonijjah says with an aristocratic shrug. “The usual drivel of us being evil, right? Nothing new. It’s just white noise at this point.”

[Azmeny]

snip

"Well, there is the scientific collaboration plan me and Adonijjah have been discussing... anyway, what do you make of the latest propaganda article from Gonswanza, our not-so-friendly neighbours?"

“It’s filth. They made our people look like animals, not even human. And the world will lap it up. Heaven knows we’re the evil empire to half the world anyway. I don’t know what more to say.” remarks Korolev morosely. Despite his outwardly confident image, Korolev felt deeply wounded by the video, alongside the rest of the criticism Azmeny faced. Deep inside, he knew he was hated by the majority of the world’s 8 billion people. And yet 40 million people in Azmeny kept him in power.

He sighed “Yes, go ahead with the project. Azmeny has some great universities for science, such as the Pakhet Technical Institute. And collaboration scientifically could do wonders for our economy and defences in the long run.”.

[Volkovograd]

OOC: I will assume that the following interaction takes place after the one with Greater Marine and Daeva

The work of a waiter or waitress is never finished during opening hours, and once Farrah had finished tending to the needs of the President and the Shahzadeh, she would now make her way to another couple seated not far away. “Selamat datang!” Farrah cheerily said, now more confident after her interaction with the previous high-profile guests, “What can I get for you?”

I assumed it was occurring concurrently, as Ana and Ilain are trying to ‘subtly’ eavesdrop.

“Ah… hello.”
Ilain smiled, as she looked up at the waitress.
“Do forgive me - neither of us are particularly familiar with Malayan delicacies - in terms of entrees, what would you recommend, madame waitress?”

“I would like… rendang beef, please.” Ana says confidently. “It sounds rather delicious, da?” She says, her accent coming in a tad stronger then normal.

[The Daeva]

"Well, there is the scientific collaboration plan me and Adonijjah have been discussing... anyway, what do you make of the latest propaganda article from Gonswanza, our not-so-friendly neighbours?"

“It’s filth. They made our people look like animals, not even human. And the world will lap it up. Heaven knows we’re the evil empire to half the world anyway. I don’t know what more to say.” remarks Korolev morosely. Despite his outwardly confident image, Korolev felt deeply wounded by the video, alongside the rest of the criticism Azmeny faced. Deep inside, he knew he was hated by the majority of the world’s 8 billion people. And yet 40 million people in Azmeny kept him in power.

He sighed “Yes, go ahead with the project. Azmeny has some great universities for science, such as the Pakhet Technical Institute. And collaboration scientifically could do wonders for our economy and defences in the long run.”.

Adonijjah chuckles. “Oh, come now. Leave it to a socialist to go the pessimistic route.” Adonijjah says teasingly. “I highly doubt anyone who wasn’t already against us will be persuaded by their lies. Besides, all we have to do is release a counter report with the true details and it will all balance out.”

[Azmeny]

snip

Adonijjah chuckles. “Oh, come now. Leave it to a socialist to go the pessimistic route.” Adonijjah says teasingly. “I highly doubt anyone who wasn’t already against us will be persuaded by their lies. Besides, all we have to do is release a counter report with the true details and it will all balance out.”

“Well, you’re right. But our counterreport would fail to persuade those who believe their report. I’m sorry to say we live in an immensely polarised world, and that benefits nobody.” replied Korolev.

[The Socialist State of Brazil]

After a bit of walking around and exploring many pavilions, the two start feeling hungry. While searching for a place to eat, the smell of Malayan cuisine enters their noses.

"That smells good! We should go there." Fábio says. And with a nod from the representative, both go towards the Malayan pavilion.

Once getting there, they pick a table and sit down.

"There are so many options... I don't know what to choose! All of them sound really good." Says Danielly, the representative.

"I can't choose either." Fábio says, letting out a low chuckle. "Let's wait for someone to come and then we ask them what should we get."

[The Daeva]

Adonijjah chuckles. “Oh, come now. Leave it to a socialist to go the pessimistic route.” Adonijjah says teasingly. “I highly doubt anyone who wasn’t already against us will be persuaded by their lies. Besides, all we have to do is release a counter report with the true details and it will all balance out.”

“Well, you’re right. But our counterreport would fail to persuade those who believe their report. I’m sorry to say we live in an immensely polarised world, and that benefits nobody.” replied Korolev.

“This… is going to sound terrible… but… you know you don’t actually have to care about another countries peoples opinions, right? I… I know you are a democratically elected official, and are used to campaigning and… uh..” he chuckled and sighed. “Ah… apologies, I am royalty, I don’t really know what goes into getting elected. But I assume it deals in people’s opinions, right? Anyways, that doesn’t have to apply to a hostile nations citizenry…”

[Malaya Darussalam]

Adonijjah rubs his hands in anticipation as the food arrives. “Thank you so much, Farrah.” He says as the bowl is placed in front of him. He pours himself a glass of wine. “And you managed to find some wine! Truly a miracle worker, thank you.” He says. The young royal chuckles at Farrahs request, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “If President Jameson is alright with it, I would love to!” He says good naturedly

"Sure, feel free too!" says Jameson, cheerily."Thank you Farrah, the food looks remarkable!" He is decidedly pleased with his food - indeed, a boyish grin broke across his face momentarily, a crescent of gleaming enamel, before returning to a more dignified, gentler smile.

Jameson smiles into the phone camera as he waits for Farrah to take the photo.

Farrah twinkled excitedly and proceeded to take out her smartphone and snapped some selfies with the President and the Prince in rapid succession, at times changing her pose and making a peace sign and a finger heart to bring in some variation. She thanked the two, before rushing off to the side, where she and her impressed friends giggled at the photos while eyeing the handsome, young crown prince from Daeva.

I assumed it was occurring concurrently, as Ana and Ilain are trying to ‘subtly’ eavesdrop.
“Ah… hello.”
Ilain smiled, as she looked up at the waitress.
“Do forgive me - neither of us are particularly familiar with Malayan delicacies - in terms of entrees, what would you recommend, madame waitress?”

“I would like… rendang beef, please.” Ana says confidently. “It sounds rather delicious, da?” She says, her accent coming in a tad stronger then normal.

OOC: Sure, that's also alright with me, you may consider the waitress to be someone else then. I don't think my people can be at two places at the same time lol

IC:
"Ah, recommendations... perhaps our national dish, nasi lemak, would be to your liking? That's simple and a good way to be acquainted with our cuisine, in coconut milk cooked rice with sambal, fried eggs, and a chicken or squid on the side- whichever you wish. If you feel slightly more adventurous, you could try roti canai: flatbread with curry and meat, but you do need to eat with your hands then. A soup like lobster laksa or assam laksa, the latter has mackerel, but both are noodles with spices. " the waitress kindly responded to Ilain, and confirmed Ana's order for rendang beef over the thickish accent.

[Azmeny]

snip

“Well, yes. We shouldn’t. But people in Azmeny care about what foreign nations think- they are all to aware of the prospect of conflict, and we live in turbulent times. Right now the people want stability, and if I cannot bring that I could lose my job.” replied Korolev. He knew well the dangers that his power had brought him, ironically the growth of Azmen military might had only made the country more vulnerable. And people cared about these issues.

[The Daeva]

snip

“Well, yes. We shouldn’t. But people in Azmeny care about what foreign nations think- they are all to aware of the prospect of conflict, and we live in turbulent times. Right now the people want stability, and if I cannot bring that I could lose my job.” replied Korolev. He knew well the dangers that his power had brought him, ironically the growth of Azmen military might had only made the country more vulnerable. And people cared about these issues.

Earlier (Malaya)

Adonijjah smiles lopsidedly as he notices the giggling servers. His back still turned to them, he waves to the crowd in a practiced royal fashion, and turns to look at them with his best ‘dashing prince’ smile. He was pretty good at it, bieng a dashing prince and all…

Current (menagerie of world leaders)

“If you want a big move for stability, how about a highly publicized defense treaty with my nation? It would really only be a formalization of a prior understanding, but it is the thought that counts in matters like this.”

[Malaya Darussalam]

After a bit of walking around and exploring many pavilions, the two start feeling hungry. While searching for a place to eat, the smell of Malayan cuisine enters their noses.

"That smells good! We should go there." Fábio says. And with a nod from the representative, both go towards the Malayan pavilion.

Once getting there, they pick a table and sit down.

"There are so many options... I don't know what to choose! All of them sound really good." Says Danielly, the representative.

"I can't choose either." Fábio says, letting out a low chuckle. "Let's wait for someone to come and then we ask them what should we get."

Seeing the two hungry Brazilians taking a seat in the pavilion, one of the waiters strode his way towards Fábio and Danielly to tend to their needs, "Selamat datang, welcome! How may I help you today?"

[Arakhkhar]

Adonijjah rubs his hands in anticipation as the food arrives. “Thank you so much, Farrah.” He says as the bowl is placed in front of him. He pours himself a glass of wine. “And you managed to find some wine! Truly a miracle worker, thank you.” He says. The young royal chuckles at Farrahs request, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “If President Jameson is alright with it, I would love to!” He says good naturedly

"Sure, feel free too!" says Jameson, cheerily."Thank you Farrah, the food looks remarkable!" He is decidedly pleased with his food - indeed, a boyish grin broke across his face momentarily, a crescent of gleaming enamel, before returning to a more dignified, gentler smile.

Jameson smiles into the phone camera as he waits for Farrah to take the photo.

Farrah twinkled excitedly and proceeded to take out her smartphone and snapped some selfies with the President and the Prince in rapid succession, at times changing her pose and making a peace sign and a finger heart to bring in some variation. She thanked the two, before rushing off to the side, where she and her impressed friends giggled at the photos while eyeing the handsome, young crown prince from Daeva.

I assumed it was occurring concurrently, as Ana and Ilain are trying to ‘subtly’ eavesdrop.
“Ah… hello.”
Ilain smiled, as she looked up at the waitress.
“Do forgive me - neither of us are particularly familiar with Malayan delicacies - in terms of entrees, what would you recommend, madame waitress?”

“I would like… rendang beef, please.” Ana says confidently. “It sounds rather delicious, da?” She says, her accent coming in a tad stronger then normal.

OOC: Sure, that's also alright with me, you may consider the waitress to be someone else then. I don't think my people can be at two places at the same time lol

IC:
"Ah, recommendations... perhaps our national dish, nasi lemak, would be to your liking? That's simple and a good way to be acquainted with our cuisine, in coconut milk cooked rice with sambal, fried eggs, and a chicken or squid on the side- whichever you wish. If you feel slightly more adventurous, you could try roti canai: flatbread with curry and meat, but you do need to eat with your hands then. A soup like lobster laksa or assam laksa, the latter has mackerel, but both are noodles with spices. " the waitress kindly responded to Ilain, and confirmed Ana's order for rendang beef over the thickish accent.

OOC: Sounds good.

IC:
Ilain places her order, seeming to think about the choices.
"Nasi Lemak... your national dish, then. I'll have it with chicken, and... hmm... hot Jasmine tea."