The Bar on the Far Side of Sunalaya (Closed, Sunalaya Only)

[Engleberg]

Welcome to the second thread that is part of the Sunalaya Revamp Project, the Bar on the Far Side of Sunalaya. Unlike the others, this thread is for relaxing and playful RP and is a spiritual successor to Sunalaya University. In this thread, members of Sunalaya can take control of their various national characters and interact with those from other nations. It should make for some interesting interactions.

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They said it couldn't be done, a collection of nearly every Sunalayan national figure and other random individuals on one island. But somehow, real estate mogul Herbert von Sachs convinced all of these individuals to come to his two-island estate to enjoy the natural peace of the tropical ocean. He had sent letters to every important individual in the world to invite them to the great gathering, hoping that them being stuck on these two islands would somehow lead to world peace. Well, he was in for a surprise.

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General information:

The two islands are relatively close, enough to be able to swim from either one. They are about 200 miles in length, and have dense jungles in the centre.

The airport is located directly next to the resort, which is located in the lagoon of Island 1.

General look of Island 1

General look of Island 2

The centres of the islands will have interesting artifacts and other random encounters, but other than that the stories are up to you.

[Talvistova]

It was a family tradition with the House of Sundqvist to arrive in a low-key manner, to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

This Tradition had very firmly been ignored by Oskar Juren Hedmund Sundqvist, King of Talvistova.

The skies over the islands had been torn open by the King's Aerial Guards' detatchment of 5 Pilgrimsfalk II fighter jets, led by none other than King Oskar I, in his beloved bright red plane. They moved themselves into a circular holding pattern, and got themselves the clearance to land from an air traffic controller that definitely needed a new pair of pants. One by one, the jets landed and rolled to their designated parking spaces on the baking tarmac. They gathered around the Crown Jewel of the Kingdom and discussed plans, when they where completely caught of guard by the baritone voice of the King.
"You wont be needed here anymore. Go get back to the Kingdom and enjoy yourselves a long vacation."
The men looked to one another in confusion. Had they really flown all the way to an island no one in the kingdom was familiar with on short notice only to not stick around in case of Emergencies? Finally one of them got the courage to work out a response to the man in front of them.
"Your Highness, you can't possibly be serious. This is wildly irresponsible to ask to be left alone on a foreign land! We cannot comply with this order!"
Oskar quickly disarmed the man with a firm hand on the shoulder and a hearty chuckle.
"Please, we're outside that stuffy Winter Palace, call me Oskar. Your Highness was my father, may he rest in peace," he silently nodded toward a man wearing a nondescript military uniform, the universal sign in the Kingdom that the Sota-Meri was in town. "My royal advisors lectured me enough, när katten är borta dansar råttor på bordet (when the cats are away, the rats dance) and the such. But in a place like this, I prefer a Rhodeve saying: laissez le bon temps rouler! Let the good times roll! I can take care of myself, I promise. Now go on! Your kids miss you already. Dismissed!"
The pilots, now having seemingly lost the ability to retort, slowly glanced at one another and defeatedly shuffled back to their planes. Oskar strode confidently to the parking lot, nodding to the Sota-Meri Officer he mentioned earlier, and finally laid eyes on his pride and joy: His beloved Ajaa Sångfågel, his relic of the 50's he was given after graduating the Royal Academy. He rarely got to drive his convertible, either due to the freezing Talvistovan Temperatures or the presence of the RTF or a combination of both, but he saw this tropical paradise as the perfect excuse to have it flown over and get some fresh air. He hopped in, started her up, enjoyed the engine's hum, and then sped off to his hotel room.

laissez le bon temps rouler, indeed.

[Astronoth]

The bar was near empty. A couple spoke in light voices off in a corner, the barkeep polished a glass. Captain Franz Kardokovich took a deep drag from his cigarette before swigging whiskey. Though he loved Astronoth, he needed time away. Time away from his squadron. Time away from Nadezhda and whatever foolishness they swore wasn't a relationship. He caught his hand reaching for the smartphone in his pocket and cursed.

“No. I need time alone, where nobody knows me.” Franz ran a hand along the dueling scar which tore from his upper lip to an ear on his shaved pale face.