Global Ball | IC | MT

[Glamour]

FIRST GLOBAL BALL

Hello! You have stumbled upon the sign-ups to the very first Global Ball. This is a social RP where you bid to host a large formal ball, anyone and everyone is allowed to send in characters to RP with other nations. It's MT for now, however if this is successful, future editions may be tech-flexible (Tech would depend on whoever wins rights to host).

To enter, simply fill out the following form,

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Characters are encouraged to be high-ranking officials or even head of states/governments in your nation, not little peasants.

You may have a maximum of 5 characters. You may have "extra" characters such as butlers and servants or bodyguards, however if you use them as a key character they will be counted as one of the 5 ''key'' characters of yours. Now onto bidding! In order to be allowed to bid, please fill in a character form or several if you plan on several characters and post it, or attach it below a bid. Each participating nation can have up to 3 bids, although if you have several they must be from different cities around there nation. There is no ''form'' for bids, it is entirely up to you on how you would like one. Take the IESP RP for example, you can find the OOC around the NS sub-forum, and look at some of the bids from it, all of which are truly great. If you cannot find it, you should take these things into account: Geography of location, climate, laws, history etc etc, anything to interest the voters. Voting will be post-voting, in order to keep it as transparent as possible. You must be participating to vote, and bidders may vote but not for themselves.

You may bid in this edition, but you must have a MT bid(s). Future editions may be tech-flexible, as stated before. Of course, as with many RP's, I must include the rules:

Rules

Do NOT godmod

Do NOT insult fellow participants

Do NOT have sexual scenes (You may hint about them, but no full-on gore)

Do NOT post any gore

Transcendence Studios
Rockquetette
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
0730 sharp
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

Sign-Up/OOC Thread (Open) - Organised by The United Regions of Verona

This morning's episode of breakfast television and radio broadcast show, The Daily Illumination, along with its supplementary newspaper, are covering Glamour's impending hosting of the First Global Ball later on in the day. The episode, broadcast nationally and internationally to expatriates, begins with the usual run-down section from the participants, headed by Winona Roo-García, a national celebrity, fashion designer, LGBT activist, political commentator, theatrical actress and singer, designer, runway model, avant-garde artist and acrobat.

"Rise and shine honeys!" says the host, famously known as RooGa, in a sing-song, bitonal voice, "Well, have I got a welcome for you this morning... we will have exclusive coverage of the run up to and the result of the people's venue regarding the First Global Ball, naturally being hosted by Glamour, with highlights from throughout the day from various sources close to the event, including: the Diva herself, scenes from the People's Theatrical Interactive Court of Dissent and Debate, parliamentary party representatives and - of course - live red carpet coverage! But until then, I'd like to welcome today's panel of co-hosts. We have joining me here: the adorable Debbie Hegharty, high ranking Xerox official for intelligence and security surrounding the occasion; socialite, philanthropist, interior designer and events organiser Stephanie Leandro; Jasper Levesque, Minister in Charge of Culture and head of the Cultural Liaisons Association of Glamour; and the beautifully unique classical Untul'e'le' musician, artist and tribal spokesperson Tu'le-nila Be-nahi'ra. I am also happy to add, that since our gorgeous Diva will of course be the hostess of the Ball tonight, I will be taking her place hosting today's daily Dissent and Debate broadcast from the People's Court during its usual slot at 2pm. Today we will also have Tu'le-nila's debut single, interviews with figures of note, a rundown of global and your local news, as well as entertainment sections and guided exercise as well as our amazing competitions! And so, without further ado, treat your pretty little self to that scrumptious breakfast you're considering, and let's, as they say, get the Ball rolling."

Members of the Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour, groggy in the hazy early hours and beholding the sight of dawn's crack in the sky, are subsequently lulled into the serenity of the morning by a soft, remixed electronica house version of the national anthem as the Daily Illumination's montage opening credits roll.

[Glamour]

This month's front cover of Glamour, the culture, travel, and international relations and politics full feature pull-out of The Daily Illumination, reads: Glamour: The Belle of the Ball?

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SECTION: FEATURED ARTICLE

GLAMOUR: THE BELLE OF THE BALL?
Jasper Levesque, the principal originator and curator of Glamour's bid for this year's Global Ball, justifies and details his decision and plans for the biggest event of the season - having enticed it towards Glamour's shores and into Stiletto or Saffronia

[Glamour]

State Salon
Undisclosed location
Stiletto
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
High noon
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

Delegates, celebrities and attendees staying in either The Hive, Saffronian accommodation or elsewhere are provided with breakfast menus or room service, or are not disturbed as required. At either of the two possible venues, staff ready themselves for the result of the referendum by preparing drinks, buffets or layouts, gathering goodie bags including pinholes for observation of the morning's impending solar eclipse, and free transport systems are ready. A VIP helicopter route is delineated by the Bell Jar missile defense system as passable to foreign aircraft which are vaidated as friendly and official to land at the venues. The weather is typically exquisite and the cities are bustling.

Cassadra Davenport, 43rd Incumbent Diva of Glamour, has arisen and been in hair, wardrobe and makeup since 0400 hours. She is currently delegating the daily duties of her office, preparing to address the media, and preparing to announce the venue location. She has been drinking Glamazonian champagne since 0600 hours, with iced grapes and the occasional joint. She has already experienced a turkish bath, full body massage, Shiatsu massage, manicure, pedicure, eyebrow threading, tanning session, and morning "exercise" with her concubines.

[Glamour]

The People's Theatrical Interactive Court of Dissent and Debate
Stiletto
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
High noon
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

In the People's Theatrical Interactive Court of Dissent and Debate, after many presentations from Prime Ministerial Officials, members of the pubic, cultural representatives, celebrities and online commentary, the results of the referendum are in.

Saffronian Botanical Theatre of Natural Art
Saffronia
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
Mid-afternoon
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

The venue is declared by the Diva to be the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art, and the decision is received to rapturous applause. The venue is readied with red carpet reception for tonight's arrivals.

As the hour of the ball approaches, a pianist plays a piece at the red carpet entrance of the venue. Papparazzi and a collection of media, spectators and interviewers await.

[The Selkie]

In the end, it was most likely for the better, that we didn't even finish the bid for hosting this thing..., Marla Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork thought for the tenth time in five minutes. After arriving via plane, the young woman had to admit, that purely speaking by logistics, this host was a whole other league then the Free Lands.
She was however proud of her little country of only twelve million people and she wasn't afraid of showing this together with her allegiance. She was a Servant of Carman Fea, after all, and appearing in Geansai was appropriate for her. Emphasizing the women's figure, as well as cut much sharper to show skin, it was a tentalizing dress if worn in a correct way.
The whole dress began with the sleeves, covering the upper arms, connected by a short piece covering the shoulders with a fur-lined collar. Beneath that came the holder, which, as the name suggested, held the 'argumentation amplifiers', but those weren't stuffed, but all natural. Completing the whole ensemble was the skirt, knee-length cut on the right side, while the left side cut up to the hips and utility belt holding it up.
As shoes, she wore the Bróg, made of a sole of hard leather, bound to the foot by three strings, one spanning over the instep, one around the heel and one spanning from the inner side of the large toe and its neighbour to the one spanning over the instep. She also had bands around the ankles, making the upper like at a shoe, together with another cloth fitted under the straps and bound up a little bit above the ankle.
Selkie were very proud people, very proud of being Selkie and of belonging to one of the fifteen tribes: Galway, Sligo, Laois, Louth, Cork, Tipperary, Waterford, Fingal, Antrim, Cavan, Fermanagh, Kildare, Wicklow, Monaghan and Westmeath were them all - of course, a Selkie could always only belong to one tribe and that decided the colours of the Geansai they wore. Their allegiance was even part of their name.
But there were also people, who wore Geansai's in accordance with the God they chose to serve, in Marla's case, that was Carman Fea, Goddess of War and Science - most fitting for a horserider, a Marcach, like she was. That meant, that her holder was of burgundy colour, sleeves and skirt of white, and that she wore dark stockings. She didn't wear the bandana due to her liking her long, blue hair open and in a bit windy fashion - not uncared for, she took great pride in her appearance, but a bit wild. Emphasizing that was the only ornament she wore, a tail feather of a Red-White Eagle, a tri-colour of a dark red, a brighter yellow and a light blue, as her eyes were. The High King of the Sky's feathers were often seen as a symbol for young women, who chose this particular Goddess' path and that she did. The feather was clipped into her hair behind her right ear, the ear covering the dark clip a bit as the view was diverted elsewhere. Selkie-Women had a rather good built and albeit her argumentation amplifiers weren't as large as other Selkie's, she was of a lean built and had muscles, where muscles belonged, the only mark on her skin being a scar on her lower left arm.
Her travelling companion on this trip wore Geansai as well, although the old man wasn't as good looking. He looked a bit frail with his cane in the right hand. Donald Críonna of the Tribe of Louth was a man aged in all honour, his old head crowned by a white-grey crown of hair, his brown eyes scanning everything around him intently, while the trained diplomat had linked his left arm with Marla. He wore Louth's colours, the light green top, held up by beige shoulder paldrons of fur, reaching down to the middle of his upper legs. His red, fingerless gloves were made of sheep's wool, while the white arm warmers behind them were of a Guarding Fox's fur and left the space between the pauldrons and the arm warmers free. The free space showed old arms, once mighty, but still strong, although not regularly trained.
Below the top was a vest, unpadded, for he didn't expect anyone to attack them with anything other then questions and camera flashes. He wore, however, the leather corset with strong back, just for his own, for he was far older then the oung sportswoman he had his arms linked with.
44 years seperated the two, as they walked along the red carpet to the venue, they both had it appear, like it was more close to sixty. He was hunched over, relying on his cane, while she supported him and had both eyes on him with a bit of concern in her eyes.
"I must say...", he whispered with his slight accent marrring it with its soft vowels, hard consonants, some Gs dropped and with a rolling R, "...you are quite an actress, Marla."
"You says I am acting?", the Marcach replied as silent with a small smile on her lips.

[United Regions of Verona]

YARA, LAZIA & MAYA

After a lengthy plane journey from the government airport at Verona's capital, Scresan, President Yara Gregovich and her mother and sister, Maya and Lazia respectively, were somehow alert and fresh. They had slept out the flight, and looked out at the city in Glamour, comparing it to the cities of Verona. They finally arrived, and stepped out. Yara wore a white sleeveless dress, that dropped down to her news, with a black stripe on the left side, and her hair pulled back into a French Twist. Her sister, Lazia, wore a lengthy beige dress, and donned a necklace of clear spheres, infused with strings of gold within the glass. Her blonde hair was up in a beehive style, and she wore a pair of white high heels. Maya wore a sleeveless white blouse, and a black pencil skirt along with red high heels, and her blonde hair, with hints of old-age grey, left loose, although somewhat styled around her shoulders. Yara led her sister and mother out of the vehicle, and looked around for where to go.

[Glamour]

Global Ball
Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art
Saffronia
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
Dusk
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

All along the red carpet at the entrance of the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art, the buzz begins as word is passed from the constant streaming convoys of cars up until the doors to the venue, heavily guarded by Xerox special forces and members of the Most Indomitable Germanderie of Peace and the Most Serene Garda of Glamour - the country's army and police/reserve forces, that the first guests of note are arriving. Snipers line the skyline at the highest positions, their heads and bodies draped in shrubbery and Lily of the Valley, and their suits attuned to their body temperature and covered by an external layer of insulation over which there lies a nanotubular layer of environment-temperature sensitive and adjustable armour, so as to avoid detection from thermal imaging scanners.

Until the arrival of the delegates from The Free Lands of The Selkie, the arriving carpools have constituted groups of Z-list celebrities and paid filler guests, and so the party has been well underway, but is only just beginning for those that matter. Marla and Donald pass by television personality and red carpet critic Simone Smithers, whose unfailingly sharp eye catches the athletic body of Marla as she navigates the carpet, appearing quietly and professionally confident in the blinding collective face of the papparazi, who scream commands and enouragement as Marla is bombarded with flashes.

"And here we have it, the fashion is high already tonight, and we are only getting started. Seen here in traditional Gensai tribal ensemble, Marla Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork is just really accentuating those almost unnatural and famously striking dark blue eyes of hers with this gorgeous burgundy number. Just look at those legs - that is definitely the strong silhouette of a horserider. Marla, being called a Marcach for her sports in her home nation, looks like she is certainly winning in the fashion stakes as well. She's taken the understated, classy option tonight, favouring this very bohemian bandana in favour of the traditionally ceremonial Gensai headdress. Born in Woodtown in 1990, this girl is just rocking it tonight. Don't let their elfin charm fool you - these guys have much in common with our nation and the Diva will certainly be looking to foster ties with this young woman. And of course, beside her we have the silver fox of The Selkie himself, Donald Críonna of the Tribe of Louth. This man is perhaps one of the oldest faces at the event tonight, but he certainly is not out of place next to his stunning companion there. Donald was a highly respected elder of the Elder Council, and although he has since seceded that post, his reputation certainly does not precede him, either as a highly educated Unversity of Silverport alumni in international politics and experienced senior diplomat or as a notoriously unassuming secret party animal! If you are one to listen to gossip - which I certainly am - he has visited Glamour many times during his wide travels of the globe. Now, of course, there is a bit of concern from some protesters over there about the full leather and fur ensemble of this pair, but I must say, I wear fur myself and being an extremely eco-friendly nation, I believe the Selkie ambassadors have earned the right to a bit of extravagance, don't you? Dead animals could hardly be worn better, after all. Marla; Donald, could you give us a twirl!? How are you feeling, tell us about your nation! What are your thoughts on the protesters?"

In the far background, a small crowd of ten to twenty people, drowned out by the shouts of the media, are waving placards covered in extremely graphic depictions of skinned animals. Simone Smithers winces and waves a dismissive hand towards them, before turning to view the commanding trio of Yara, Lazia and Maya.

"Girls! Ladies! Looking hot!" she shrieks. "And here we have the President of The United Regions of Verona herself, Yara Gregovich, having taken over the helm of the Presidency in recent years from Vladimir Gregarovich - in Verona, being fabulous and successful is clearly a family business! And there she is, along with her sister Lazia, with the gorgeous matriarch of the family Maya! I'm loving the class of her rocking those stray greys there. And just look at the co-ordination of the pieces there... what mouth-watering jewels they have brought with them. Ladies, Gregarovich ladies! Who are you wearing?! You know what, let me get on with this here, back to you in the studio, RooGa."

As the arriving delegates approach the doors, they are offered goodie bags containing pinhole cameras, or are asked if they would like to receive them upon leaving. Soon, the solar eclipse will display itself in the sky. Among the arriving celebrities offering interviews to the papparazzi, who are largely being simply smiled at by the delegates and ambassadors, is international musician Bjork, whose zany outfit is causing a stir among the observers. Unconfirmed rumour has it that she is to perform later in the evening.

[United Regions of Verona]

YARA, LAZIA & MAYA

Whilst there mother broke off and posed for camera's, Yara and Lazia continued before stopping in front of several photographers. Both were around the same height, and both looked much younger then their age implied. Both were in their early to mid 30's, however this did not stop them. This stop made Lazia's ring much more noticeable - It was of the Seal of Verona, a red star encompassed by a golden circle. The two posed in quite a grand behaviour, showing the style of the Veronan elite. Their mother soon caught up, and the group progressed along. They stopped for the Glamourian woman asking some questions to them, which Lazia, the most popular Gregovich within Verona, replied, "We are wearing only Kowiax! The top designer in Verona, Takatashi and the United Oblosk Islands!". Her voice was a mixture of an Obloskan accent, which was adopted as her mother had that accent, and a Centro-Southern Veronan accent.

Maya then replied, "See this dress? This was his very first professional design. He made it in 2001, when me and Vladimir took centre stage as we lead Verona into the light and out of the work of the evil right-wing former President. Vladimir is not with us here as he has to attend important work in Verona,". Her voice was a strong Obloskan accent.

[Looking for Love]

Bekkah smiled as she stepped off the plane and looked out the window. Glamour is beautiful, Bekkah thought to herself, looking out the window. She was so happy to be in Glamour, and get the chance to meet new people! Bekkah went to go change, so as to make herself look presentable in front of the other attendees. Stepping into the VIP changing room, Bekkah pulled out the dress she applied in. It was a light blue/light purple mixed ballgown. Bekkah quickly stepped into the dress, and then back into the VIP room.

Ready to go, Bekkah politely asked some of the extra airport staff if they could take her luggage to the place of the Ball, and they quickly obliged. After that was finished, Bekkah went to the spot of the Ball, and stepped onto the red carpet. When she found the nearest security guard, she sweetly said,
"Hello! I am Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland. I wish to speak to Ms. Cassandra Davenport. Where might I find her?"
Waiting for an answer, Bekkah quickly went to find RooGa, looking for someone to talk to. When she found her, and saw she wasn't doing anything at the time, she poked her on the shoulder, and said,
"Hello, Ms. RooGa! I am Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland of Loveland. I hear you're a TV host?"

[The Selkie]

Global Ball
Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art
Saffronia
The Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour
Cordial Islands Archipelago of Polynesia
Earth
Orion Arm
The Milky Way
Dusk
20th March 2015 / 29th of Ikthus, 5775

All along the red carpet at the entrance of the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art, the buzz begins as word is passed from the constant streaming convoys of cars up until the doors to the venue, heavily guarded by Xerox special forces and members of the Most Indomitable Germanderie of Peace and the Most Serene Garda of Glamour - the country's army and police/reserve forces, that the first guests of note are arriving. Snipers line the skyline at the highest positions, their heads and bodies draped in shrubbery and Lily of the Valley, and their suits attuned to their body temperature and covered by an external layer of insulation over which there lies a nanotubular layer of environment-temperature sensitive and adjustable armour, so as to avoid detection from thermal imaging scanners.

Until the arrival of the delegates from The Free Lands of The Selkie, the arriving carpools have constituted groups of Z-list celebrities and paid filler guests, and so the party has been well underway, but is only just beginning for those that matter. Marla and Donald pass by television personality and red carpet critic Simone Smithers, whose unfailingly sharp eye catches the athletic body of Marla as she navigates the carpet, appearing quietly and professionally confident in the blinding collective face of the papparazi, who scream commands and enouragement as Marla is bombarded with flashes.

"And here we have it, the fashion is high already tonight, and we are only getting started. Seen here in traditional Gensai tribal ensemble, Marla Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork is just really accentuating those almost unnatural and famously striking dark blue eyes of hers with this gorgeous burgundy number. Just look at those legs - that is definitely the strong silhouette of a horserider. Marla, being called a Marcach for her sports in her home nation, looks like she is certainly winning in the fashion stakes as well. She's taken the understated, classy option tonight, favouring this very bohemian bandana in favour of the traditionally ceremonial Gensai headdress. Born in Woodtown in 1990, this girl is just rocking it tonight. Don't let their elfin charm fool you - these guys have much in common with our nation and the Diva will certainly be looking to foster ties with this young woman. And of course, beside her we have the silver fox of The Selkie himself, Donald Críonna of the Tribe of Louth. This man is perhaps one of the oldest faces at the event tonight, but he certainly is not out of place next to his stunning companion there. Donald was a highly respected elder of the Elder Council, and although he has since seceded that post, his reputation certainly does not precede him, either as a highly educated Unversity of Silverport alumni in international politics and experienced senior diplomat or as a notoriously unassuming secret party animal! If you are one to listen to gossip - which I certainly am - he has visited Glamour many times during his wide travels of the globe. Now, of course, there is a bit of concern from some protesters over there about the full leather and fur ensemble of this pair, but I must say, I wear fur myself and being an extremely eco-friendly nation, I believe the Selkie ambassadors have earned the right to a bit of extravagance, don't you? Dead animals could hardly be worn better, after all. Marla; Donald, could you give us a twirl!? How are you feeling, tell us about your nation! What are your thoughts on the protesters?"

In the far background, a small crowd of ten to twenty people, drowned out by the shouts of the media, are waving placards covered in extremely graphic depictions of skinned animals. Simone Smithers winces and waves a dismissive hand towards them, before turning to view the commanding trio of Yara, Lazia and Maya.

"Girls! Ladies! Looking hot!" she shrieks. "And here we have the President of The United Regions of Verona herself, Yara Gregovich, having taken over the helm of the Presidency in recent years from Vladimir Gregarovich - in Verona, being fabulous and successful is clearly a family business! And there she is, along with her sister Lazia, with the gorgeous matriarch of the family Maya! I'm loving the class of her rocking those stray greys there. And just look at the co-ordination of the pieces there... what mouth-watering jewels they have brought with them. Ladies, Gregarovich ladies! Who are you wearing?! You know what, let me get on with this here, back to you in the studio, RooGa."

As the arriving delegates approach the doors, they are offered goodie bags containing pinhole cameras, or are asked if they would like to receive them upon leaving. Soon, the solar eclipse will display itself in the sky. Among the arriving celebrities offering interviews to the papparazzi, who are largely being simply smiled at by the delegates and ambassadors, is international musician Bjork, whose zany outfit is causing a stir among the observers. Unconfirmed rumour has it that she is to perform later in the evening.

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Críonna gave an amused smile. "Silver Fox of the Selkie", eh?, he thought - he had been called many things during his long life, but that was a new one, especially since he had indeed been to Glamour before.
Both of them decided independently to not give a twirl to the cameras, they weren't here as a fashion advertisement (which the commentator seemed to have forgotten), but each answered one question.
"Feels great to be back.", Críonna said with a wide grin on his old face. "Glamour became more beautiful then all those years ago."
Marla smiled as well, but not as wide, for the question she chose to answer was a bit more serious in nature. While Críonna spoke with the utmost care and tried to suppress his accent a bit to make himself a bit more understandable, she went full throttle ahead and spoke with her accent of the Great Woods, soft vowels, hard consonants, some Gs dropped and with a rolling R. "If those people have an opinion on something, let them give this opinion, unless they turn violent. We Selkie hunt for animals for centuries now, only when we need it and not for fun, and use as much of the prey as we can, as well as to hunt with the utmost respect for both the animals we hunt, our partners on these hunts and for the world around us. I see their point of view, though, although I do not agree with it. And thanks for the compliment!"
With that, the two of them left the woman alone and went along to make room for the next one to be greeted by her. At the doors, the two declined the pinhole cameras for now, maybe to pick them up later.
A few moments later, the two entered the ballroom, eager to see the things, which would come.

[Kwadai]

The white and gold state jet stood out proudly against the clear blue sky as it flew over the deserts of Western Arab Empire toward foreign lands the emblem of KwaDai glistneing proudly on its tail. Onboard were both the Crown Prince of KwaDai and also the Crown Prince of Benghazi both of whom were frequently chosen to represent KwaDai at diplomatic events. Alongside them were four armed members of the Royal Guard dressed smartly in smooth jet black uniforms with polished leather boots and the red checkered ghutras sitting neatly on their head held in place by the agal.
The luxuriousness of the jet could not be underestimated with the gold lined window frames next to each of the cream leather seats sitting majestically on either side of the plane.

As it landed into the city Glamour, His Highness Prince Jafaar bin Ahmed al Amman dressed in his white kandura with the pale gold checkered ghutra. Prince Aamir bin Alwaleed al Saqqaf of Benghazi was dressed exactly the same and both were flanked by two members of the Royal Guard. As the disembarked the plane they looked forward to inspect the little part of the city they were able to see. Their outfits though simple were not cheap having cost thousands of Riyals to perfect and ensure the kanduras were crafted with only the best of techniques.

[Glamour]

Outside on the red carpet, dignitaries continue to gently flow into the venue, and Simone Smithers is as enthusiastic and forthright as always after having waved Marla and Donald away from the paparazzi and into the venue. She is mid-sentence, reflecting to the camera and the people watching at home on her own liberal views on fur-wearing, when suddenly she senses a buzz from behind her and quickly turns to behold Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland in all of her beaming glory. Television spectators and Simone alike gush over the gown worn by the Empress Queen as the camera dramatically pans in to capture every inch of the outfit, from head to sparkling toe.

"And all I can say is... wow!" says Simone, noticing that the Empress Queen is in conversation with a security guard and should not be harassed. Instead, she turns her attention to the arrivals from KwaDai, saying, "On the other end of the spectrum, in a classic staple of the Arabic fashion sphere, the thawb or kandura, and showing us that minimalism and simplicity can go hand in hand with obvious high quality, are two very high-profile arrivals from KwaDai in the United Empire of Islam - the young Prince Jafaar bin Ahmed bin Mohammed al Amman, only eighteen and sporting his trademark flawlessly maintained facial hair with sunglasses as well as the kufiya, which compliments and frames his handsome features perfectly. Again, the material is flowing in a way that makes these men's high status obvious without need for introduction - look at that golden shimmer! And beside him, also representing the al Amman Royalty, is the equally handsome and dignified Prince Aamir bin Alwaleed al Saqqaf." Simone, despite her apparently glib nature, delivers the introduction with flawless Arabic inflections where applicable. The camera moves away from Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn after a long focus on her to follow the al Ammans' route down the red carpet.

Meanwhile, the security guard with whom Empress Queen Rebekkah is in conversation is humbled to have been addressed by such a beautiful woman. Uneasily, he fidgets, before clearing his throat and responding, "The Diva is about to officially begin the Ball inside. Feel free to approach her after her short introductory speech." His face remains awkwardly taut but he manages a nervous smile and returns to focus on his duties.

RooGa flings her arms wide open and slaps her thighs, gasping with delight at the sight of Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn, turns away from a group of Glamazonian elite with whom she is standing and says, "Yes, darling, I most certainly am! I host the Daily Illumination, which is more or less a breakfast and news show. We recorded the coverage for this event earlier today, but I had to take over for the Diva and hold our parliamentary broadcast while she got dressed for this event. That place, the People's Theatrical Interactive Court of Dissent and Debate, is just a nightmare at times. So baby, am I glad to have this in my hand instead of a damn microphone for a change!" She waves a champagne flute at Rebekkah's face, and the group of socialites laugh. "And I don't have to hear anything about you to know you belong in television - just look at how stunning a sight she is." The group nodded in agreement, and one calls out, "Amen, honey", as RooGa links arms with Rebekkahlynn, seeking to make an entrance with the beautiful woman on her arm. "But, you know what," she continues, "you can tell me about yourself anyway. I'm all ears."

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Inside the venue, the domed glass ceiling makes the sky fully visible, and as the attendees settle in and are served their orders or mingle at the bar, the lights are suddenly dimmed to reveal the 43rd Incumbent Diva of the Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour, Cassadra Davenport, at a podium in the centre of the venue and illuminated by brilliant white spotlights. Her Xerox bodyguards are clad in black and standing extremely nearby, but largely are invisible amongst the foliage around her and in the darkness. She speaks:

"Esteemed dignitaries, ladies, gentlemen and those who are neither one nor the other or both one and the other, before I offer my official welcome and toast, I would like to invite you to witness the artistic and natural ingenuity of the genius of music, as performed by the one and only Bjork, as she performs to mark the beginning of the First Global Ball!"

"Thank you!" chirps Bjork in thick Icelandic as she takes to the stage and performs with her band, who use a Tesla coil as an instrument, and is accompanied by the Glamorous Philharmonic Female Orchestral Choir, who have sang together since their early childhoods

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The performance includes holographic projections of marine animals around the stage, such as jellyfish and squid, and appears ethereal in the darkness, as if underwater. The performance has been scheduled to coincide with the solar eclipse of the vernal equinox, which is visible in the clear skies, seen through the glass ceiling of the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art.

[Looking for Love]

Outside on the red carpet, dignitaries continue to gently flow into the venue, and Simone Smithers is as enthusiastic and forthright as always after having waved Marla and Donald away from the paparazzi and into the venue. She is mid-sentence, reflecting to the camera and the people watching at home on her own liberal views on fur-wearing, when suddenly she senses a buzz from behind her and quickly turns to behold Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland in all of her beaming glory. Television spectators and Simone alike gush over the gown worn by the Empress Queen as the camera dramatically pans in to capture every inch of the outfit, from head to sparkling toe.

"And all I can say is... wow!" says Simone, noticing that the Empress Queen is in conversation with a security guard and should not be harassed.

Meanwhile, the security guard with whom Empress Queen Rebekkah is in conversation is humbled to have been addressed by such a beautiful woman. Uneasily, he fidgets, before clearing his throat and responding, "The Diva is about to officially begin the Ball inside. Feel free to approach her after her short introductory speech." His face remains awkwardly taut but he manages a nervous smile and returns to focus on his duties.

RooGa flings her arms wide open and slaps her thighs, gasping with delight at the sight of Empress Queen Rebekkahlynn, turns away from a group of Glamazonian elite with whom she is standing and says, "Yes, darling, I most certainly am! I host the Daily Illumination, which is more or less a breakfast and news show. We recorded the coverage for this event earlier today, but I had to take over for the Diva and hold our parliamentary broadcast while she got dressed for this event. That place, the People's Theatrical Interactive Court of Dissent and Debate, is just a nightmare at times. So baby, am I glad to have this in my hand instead of a damn microphone for a change!" She waves a champagne flute at Rebekkah's face, and the group of socialites laugh. "And I don't have to hear anything about you to know you belong in television - just look at how stunning a sight she is." The group nodded in agreement, and one calls out, "Amen, honey", as RooGa links arms with Rebekkahlynn, seeking to make an entrance with the beautiful woman on her arm. "But, you know what," she continues, "you can tell me about yourself anyway. I'm all ears."


Inside the venue, the domed glass ceiling makes the sky fully visible, and as the attendees settle in and are served their orders or mingle at the bar, the lights are suddenly dimmed to reveal the 43rd Incumbent Diva of the Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour, Cassadra Davenport, at a podium in the centre of the venue and illuminated by brilliant white spotlights. Her Xerox bodyguards are clad in black and standing extremely nearby, but largely are invisible amongst the foliage around her and in the darkness. She speaks:


"Esteemed dignitaries, ladies, gentlemen and those who are neither one nor the other or both one and the other, before I offer my official welcome and toast, I would like to invite you to witness the artistic and natural ingenuity of the genius of music, as performed by the one and only Bjork, as she performs to mark the beginning of the First Global Ball!"

Bekkah blushed fiercely, still not completely used to the papparazzi. So when Simone complimented her, all she could do was smile and look down at the floor.

"Thank you so much," Bekkah said to the guard when he answered her question. "An as a token of my gratitude........" Bekkah gave the guard a quick kiss on the cheek to thank him, and then she ran off to talk to RooGa again.

"Well, if you really want to know about me," Bekkah began modestly, "I've only been ruling Loveland for a year. My dad died from Heartattack, and my mom was killed, so I had to take the throne. My older brother could have, but he resigned his claim. Here's a picture of my brother:"

"I also have two sisters," Bekkah said as she pulled out two more pictures. Here's Crystalynna:"

"And here's Brenalynn:"

"That's my family! Unless, of course, you count my fiancee! His name is Anyon! But back to being Empress Queen and me! I love it! I've gotten to go to so many balls, and it's great! Anyway, I should probably go inside!" Bekkah said as she left!

When Cassandra finished speaking, Bekkah went up to her. "Your Majesty," Bekkah said as she bowed, "I am Empress Queen Rebakkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland, but you may call me Bekkah! I would like to thank you for allowing me to attend this marvelous ball!"

[Andisance]

A black limousine arrive at theatre entrance, if anyone paying attention to the side window to see through dark tint, they would see a face smooshed into the glass.

"Could you just stop doing that?" said Marie-Thérèse, she was wearing a light pink sleeveless dress embroidered with grey paillettes. Shy she might be, she wasn't timid in arguing with her twin.

"Ouais… ouais… ouais…" Marie-Joséphine rolled her eyes, if there were a thing she really excel in, it was annoying her sister.

"You two!" hissed Marie-Marguerite, she was in a white dress with black trim decorated with bronze flat rings on rip line.

"Oh please… all of you, behave," the oldest ladies cut off while tightened her white fur shrug, it was, of cause, a statement that Andisance is furring nation. "You are representing Andisance to the world."

The conversation was cut off as doorman opened the passenger door. Marie-Florence nodded to her sisters and stepped out of the limo with a little smile on her face.

OOC: Oh the eclipse starts I just write in crawling speed.

[United Regions of Verona]

OOC: I am assuming Kwa's characters are already at the ball, Kwa could you please notify me if not as Lazia will interact with them in this post.

LAZIA

Lazia watched Björk, an artist she had never heard of before, perform and she found it rather strange. Of course, she did not display this in her expression, keeping her face clean and smiling, and most importantly warm. She noticed some KwaDaians, a nation whose citizens had recently enjoyed the liberty of visa-free travel to Verona. Many other nations had become part of the new Travel Act 2015, where several nations citizens had became included in a plan where in order to pass Veronan borders they simply needed a passport, no visa and could stay as long as they pleased. Most nations however required a work permit issued by the Veronan government to actually work, however.

She swiftly walked over to them, and said, "Hello! I understand you are the... KwaDaians?"

[Kwadai]

OOC: Let's just assume so.

Prince Jafaar turned to the woman with an air of elegance and authority who had approached them. "Hello. Yes, that would be correct. I am Prince Jafaar bin Ahmed al Amman, Crown Prince of KwaDai and this is Aamir bin Alwaleed al Saqqaf of Benghazi.", he introduced the pair of them. Prince Aamir nodded curtly in reply. "And you are from...?", Jafaar paused thinking for a moment. "Verona?".

[The Selkie]

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Inside the venue, the domed glass ceiling makes the sky fully visible, and as the attendees settle in and are served their orders or mingle at the bar, the lights are suddenly dimmed to reveal the 43rd Incumbent Diva of the Opulent Citizenry's Demesne of Glamour, Cassadra Davenport, at a podium in the centre of the venue and illuminated by brilliant white spotlights. Her Xerox bodyguards are clad in black and standing extremely nearby, but largely are invisible amongst the foliage around her and in the darkness. She speaks:

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"Esteemed dignitaries, ladies, gentlemen and those who are neither one nor the other or both one and the other, before I offer my official welcome and toast, I would like to invite you to witness the artistic and natural ingenuity of the genius of music, as performed by the one and only Bjork, as she performs to mark the beginning of the First Global Ball!"

"Thank you!" chirps Bjork in thick Icelandic as she takes to the stage and performs with her band, who use a Tesla coil as an instrument, and is accompanied by the Glamorous Philharmonic Female Orchestral Choir, who have sang together since their early childhoods

.

The performance includes holographic projections of marine animals around the stage, such as jellyfish and squid, and appears ethereal in the darkness, as if underwater. The performance has been scheduled to coincide with the solar eclipse of the vernal equinox, which is visible in the clear skies, seen through the glass ceiling of the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art.

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As the two Selkie entered, they immediately spotted attendees and the bar, marking both for later. "Hopefully they have a good whisky here.", Marla mumbled, but the newly minted Silver Fox of the Selkie (he wasn't going to forget that nickname, not by a long shot - he liked that one!) gave her a warning glance. "Yeah, yeah, I know, don't drink foreign dignitaries under the table... killjoy."
"No, my dear Marla...", Críonna mumbled back as they made their way into the fray, smiling. "...if you are trying to drink anyone under the table, invite me. It will be more fun that way."
Just then, Cassadra Davenport made her grand appearance - their host was on stage, white spotlights shining down on her, as she spoke: "Esteemed dignitaries, ladies, gentlemen and those who are neither one nor the other or both one and the other, before I offer my official welcome and toast, I would like to invite you to witness the artistic and natural ingenuity of the genius of music, as performed by the one and only Bjork, as she performs to mark the beginning of the First Global Ball!"
Marla and Críonna both gave applaus to the little speech, as the artist came on stage and began with her music. The old man, Selkie and used to the different cultures that inhabited the world, listened, quietly comparing it with the music of the Glamour he already knew. It was certainly different, but in a good way.
Marla on the other hand had to give the artist and her planners one thing: They knew how to make a show. And a show they delivered, especially the holograms and the timing with the Eclipse. It was however, in her opinion, a sensory overload. Too much was going on at the same time. Besides that, the music itself wasn't really her cup of tea - she would prefer a fiddler or a harper or a singer at any given day.
After the show ended, the two of them gave their applaus. It had been a good performance, both agreed on that, but now it was time to expect the Diva to return to the stage for the second part of her speech.

[United Regions of Verona]

LAZIA

Lazia smiled for a moment. Her voice was a heavy mix of a Centro-Southern Veronan accent, and Obloskan, much like her sister. "Correct. I'm Lazia Gregovich, sister of our President, Yara Gregovich. The public and media tag me as the popular Gregovich, which is true," her face softened for a moment, showing a sad emotion, before immediately returning to the emotionless face she had perfected over many years, "Which means I have our entire families reputation to hold up. But anyway, what do you think of the ball so far? It's quite flashy, however I wouldn't expect any less from a nation named... Glamour. Verona, of course, is the one that established the Global Ball Annual Event Association. Anyway, I've never been to KwaDai, albeit I've heard it's quite... Arabic. Desert-y,". She looked around of a moment, before returning to the conversation, "This is the perfect opportunity to set up diplomatic relationships between our nations. I understand you are... Prince, or princes, so I assume you have a great deal of power within KwaDai?

[Kwadai]

"It is rather...glamorous.", Prince Aamir replied before Jafaar resumed the conversation. "Yes you are quite right there, KwaDai is mostly desert and obviously an Islamic Arab state. Though religious we are not an extreme Sharia ruled state. Once poor now ehh immensely wealthy.", he began trying not to sound too boastful. "We have rather large amounts of power my father, His Highness Sheikh Ahmed bin Jur al Amman is the reigning monarch of KwaDai thus meaning I am the Crown Prince of KwaDai. Prince Aamir here however is the Crown Prince of the Ša'bbiyāt or state if you like.. of Benghazi therefore he is a member of the Supreme Advisory Council. We both are representatives of KwaDai and therefore diplomatic relations are one of our tasks whilst here".

[Glamour]

Bekkah blushed fiercely, still not completely used to the papparazzi. So when Simone complimented her, all she could do was smile and look down at the floor.

"Thank you so much," Bekkah said to the guard when he answered her question. "An as a token of my gratitude........" Bekkah gave the guard a quick kiss on the cheek to thank him, and then she ran off to talk to RooGa again.

"Well, if you really want to know about me," Bekkah began modestly, "I've only been ruling Loveland for a year. My dad died from Heartattack, and my mom was killed, so I had to take the throne. My older brother could have, but he resigned his claim. Here's a picture of my brother:"
"I also have two sisters," Bekkah said as she pulled out two more pictures. Here's Crystalynna:"
"And here's Brenalynn:"
"That's my family! Unless, of course, you count my fiancee! His name is Anyon! But back to being Empress Queen and me! I love it! I've gotten to go to so many balls, and it's great! Anyway, I should probably go inside!" Bekkah said as she left!
When Cassandra finished speaking, Bekkah went up to her. "Your Majesty," Bekkah said as she bowed, "I am Empress Queen Rebakkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland, but you may call me Bekkah! I would like to thank you for allowing me to attend this marvelous ball!"

RooGa lets out gasps of appreciation over Queen Empress Rebekkahlynn's family photos, and trembles at the knees regarding the first one of the man, who she finds highly attractive. She holds her tongue regardless, since this is the woman's brother. Although there are many in Glamour who consider self-censorship a deplorable thing, RooGa has learned to take a somewhat more muted approach as a result of her extensive experience in the media. She compliments the pictures profusely, and her entourage smile and wave at Rebekkahlynn as she goes towards the side of the stage to approach the Diva. From the background, surveillance systems, sniper scopes and hawkish eyes are trained on Rebekkahlynn as a simple precautionary measure.

Cassadra catches sight of Bekkah by the side of the stage as Bjork's performance draws to a close. She feels like the two appear similar, somewhat like long lost sisters, although the idea of a sister in reality makes her wince. She has always led a ridiculously lavish life, and enjoyed being the centre of attention, to a somewhat narcissistic level. That, however, is part and parcel of her post as the Diva. Despite this, she is also genuinely caring and warm, and so she stops rehearsing her welcoming speech in her head for a second before smiling and raising her eyebrows at the bowing woman before her, reaching out her hand to take the other woman's and laughing in a carefree manner. She says, "Well, I do believe we have an honourary Glamazonian here! That dress is just fabulous. Welcome to the Global Ball, as endorsed and organised by United Regions of Verona! Please, please, please please please please please," she says, an unnecessary number of times in rapid succession, "I am not royalty, there is no need to be so humble, especially not looking like that! Although I do appreciate the gesture. It is an honour to meet you..." The Diva is fed information through an earpiece and with the aid of a facial recognition software attached to her biotechnological contact lens, invisible to the naked eye, which identifies Bekkah from cross-correlations with Glamour's E.F.A.G. (Esteemed Faculty of the Alliances of Gaia) diplomatic database, and so she finishes, "Empress Queen Rebakkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland. Or should I say, Bekkah."

The information from the E.F.A.G. database indicates that Bekkah's country is a horrendous abuser of political freedoms and civil rights, and so the Diva is made glad of her opportunity to escape, as Bjork's performance ends at the same time as the solar eclipse, flooding the venue with light once again, which only serves to enhance Bekkah's beauty. Shame, Cassadra thinks, how a woman so beautiful can be such a tyrant. Before leaving Bekkah to make her speech, the Diva seeks clarification. "I am sure you do an excellent job as Queen Empress, but in Glamour we have a rather unique situation. In fact, our Opulent Citizenry is itself the head of state. Even the indigenous people who choose not to claim citizenship are given constitutionally protected rights on account of them being officially royalty, and therefore the country itself embodied, despite them not being legal citizens. This actually leads to quite an interesting legal loophole, where there are not enough citizens in the tribal sacred lands district to be summoned for jury duty. We also have devolved government in each district, and the Diva Cynosure is simply a backbone of the political system, while I am non-partisan. I am not even a Prime Minister or President - we have three coalition Prime Ministerial Officials at the moment, actually. I chair the parliament along with the speaker of the house in a sort of "voice of the people" way. Technically, I have more power than anyone in the parliament, since I can veto or pass any bill I wish, but this is only if the will of the people is behind me. I am simply their actor. And, of course, if they tire of me I can be democratically ousted. I must leave in a second to welcome the guests officially, but tell me, since I have always wondered what the life of a Queen is like... how are things in your nation? By the way," she ends, placing a hand over her heart and squeezing Bekkah's hand gently with the other, "My condolences for your loss. I am absolutely sure that if there is ever any assistance you need with settling into being a head of state, I can send not only humanitarian or financial aid - which is a rather sizeable part of our economic budget - but also a team of advisors from the Cultural Liaisons Association of Glamour." She tries to appear as sincere as possible in her offer, since she is sincere, but is aware that this could be taken as an affront, if it were to be that Bekkah ran her country just the way she liked it.

[Glamour]

A black limousine arrive at theatre entrance, if anyone paying attention to the side window to see through dark tint, they would see a face smooshed into the glass.

"Could you just stop doing that?" said Marie-Thérèse, she was wearing a light pink sleeveless dress embroidered with grey paillettes. Shy she might be, she wasn't timid in arguing with her twin.

"Ouais… ouais… ouais…" Marie-Joséphine rolled her eyes, if there were a thing she really excel in, it was annoying her sister.

"You two!" hissed Marie-Marguerite, she was in a white dress with black trim decorated with bronze flat rings on rip line.

"Oh please… all of you, behave," the oldest ladies cut off while tightened her white fur shrug, it was, of cause, a statement that Andisance is furring nation. "You are representing Andisance to the world."

The conversation was cut off as doorman opened the passenger door. Marie-Florence nodded to her sisters and stepped out of the limo with a little smile on her face.

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Outside, the crowd goes wild at the sight of a stretch limousine, and the applause and sound of camera shutters only intensifies as one by one, four stunning women file gracefully out of the vehicle. After their exit, there is a mixture of adoration with a hint of surprised confusion, since a few observers are sure that one of the women's faces was previously plastered across the window. With the sight of their gorgeous gowns and graceful postures, however, this is difficult to believe. Each outfit is met with swooning and turning heads, but mostly the first one, for all the right reasons. Simone Smithers spots the group, and raises her voice into a crazed frenzy, shouting, "Well, well! "Bons vents et bonne mer" is the motto of The Commonwealth of Andisance, and I submit that they have fair women as well as winds and seas! Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie Florence and Marie-Marguerite - all the Marie sisters, and not enough of them for the crowd by the sounds of it! Ladies! How wonderful! What fine cuts on those garments - with four sisters in such shared power, there must have been some competition, and it shows in the fineness of each woman's dress... One at the knee, one above, one at the shin and one trailing so gracefully along the red carpet there. I must say, these are certainly going to be all over the best dressed lists tomorrow. Personally I am in love with Marie-Joséphine's dress - the texture there is delicious - but all of these could easily be produced by any of Glamour's finest haute couture designers. The geometry, the monochrome theme, with Marie-Joséphine's standing out in a subtle way there with that deep cerulean powdery blue number, just so delicate in its bottom line."

In the background, some attention is drawn for the wrong reasons by the outfits. The anti-fur protesters are mortified, and attempt to launch a paint-filled water balloon towards Marie-Florence's shawl, but it is intercepted in mid-air by a shot from a suppressed pistol handled by one of the Xerox operatives. The protestors scream abuse as the blood red paint falls upon them in a tremendous backfire, which thankfully is barely audible over the throng of observers, who are applauding, some of whom in the belief that the exploding ball of paint in the near distance was part of the event's showy nature.

[Looking for Love]

RooGa lets out gasps of appreciation over Queen Empress Rebekkahlynn's family photos, and trembles at the knees regarding the first one of the man, who she finds highly attractive. She holds her tongue regardless, since this is the woman's brother. Although there are many in Glamour who consider self-censorship a deplorable thing, RooGa has learned to take a somewhat more muted approach as a result of her extensive experience in the media. She compliments the pictures profusely, and her entourage smile and wave at Rebekkahlynn as she goes towards the side of the stage to approach the Diva. From the background, surveillance systems, sniper scopes and hawkish eyes are trained on Rebekkahlynn as a simple precautionary measure.

Cassadra catches sight of Bekkah by the side of the stage as Bjork's performance draws to a close. She feels like the two appear similar, somewhat like long lost sisters, although the idea of a sister in reality makes her wince. She has always led a ridiculously lavish life, and enjoyed being the centre of attention, to a somewhat narcissistic level. That, however, is part and parcel of her post as the Diva. Despite this, she is also genuinely caring and warm, and so she stops rehearsing her welcoming speech in her head for a second before smiling and raising her eyebrows at the bowing woman before her, reaching out her hand to take the other woman's and laughing in a carefree manner. She says, "Well, I do believe we have an honourary Glamazonian here! That dress is just fabulous. Welcome to the Global Ball, as endorsed and organised by United Regions of Verona! Please, please, please please please please please," she says, an unnecessary number of times in rapid succession, "I am not royalty, there is no need to be so humble, especially not looking like that! Although I do appreciate the gesture. It is an honour to meet you..." The Diva is fed information through an earpiece and with the aid of a facial recognition software attached to her biotechnological contact lens, invisible to the naked eye, which identifies Bekkah from cross-correlations with Glamour's E.F.A.G. (Esteemed Faculty of the Alliances of Gaia) diplomatic database, and so she finishes, "Empress Queen Rebakkahlynn Rosabell Geneva Loveland. Or should I say, Bekkah."

The information from the E.F.A.G. database indicates that Bekkah's country is a horrendous abuser of political freedoms and civil rights, and so the Diva is made glad of her opportunity to escape, as Bjork's performance ends at the same time as the solar eclipse, flooding the venue with light once again, which only serves to enhance Bekkah's beauty. Shame, Cassadra thinks, how a woman so beautiful can be such a tyrant. Before leaving Bekkah to make her speech, the Diva seeks clarification. "I am sure you do an excellent job as Queen Empress, but in Glamour we have a rather unique situation. In fact, our Opulent Citizenry is itself the head of state. Even the indigenous people who choose not to claim citizenship are given constitutionally protected rights on account of them being officially royalty, and therefore the country itself embodied, despite them not being legal citizens. This actually leads to quite an interesting legal loophole, where there are not enough citizens in the tribal sacred lands district to be summoned for jury duty. We also have devolved government in each district, and the Diva Cynosure is simply a backbone of the political system, while I am non-partisan. I am not even a Prime Minister or President - we have three coalition Prime Ministerial Officials at the moment, actually. I chair the parliament along with the speaker of the house in a sort of "voice of the people" way. Technically, I have more power than anyone in the parliament, since I can veto or pass any bill I wish, but this is only if the will of the people is behind me. I am simply their actor. And, of course, if they tire of me I can be democratically ousted. I must leave in a second to welcome the guests officially, but tell me, since I have always wondered what the life of a Queen is like... how are things in your nation? By the way," she ends, placing a hand over her heart and squeezing Bekkah's hand gently with the other, "My condolences for your loss. I am absolutely sure that if there is ever any assistance you need with settling into being a head of state, I can send not only humanitarian or financial aid - which is a rather sizeable part of our economic budget - but also a team of advisors from the Cultural Liaisons Association of Glamour." She tries to appear as sincere as possible in her offer, since she is sincere, but is aware that this could be taken as an affront, if it were to be that Bekkah ran her country just the way she liked it.

"You like him," Bekkah said to RooGa when she noticed the gasp and the trembling, "and I don't blame you! Many girls have fawned over him, so it's not like he wouldn't be used to it!"
She waves back at RooGa's entourage as she walks back to talk to the Diva.
"Oh wow," Bekkah said, clearly in awe, "That must have taken years for your anscestors to set up! It sounds way more complicated than ours! OUr government is an Empire Queendom. We have me, the Empress Queen, and then a court of advisors, elected by the people! It may seem that our people have terrible political freedoms and civil rights, but I'm still trying to get used to being Empress Queen, so I don't always choose the right choice! I'm always trying to balance out 5 different things at a time, so I don't always have time to sit and spend hours at a time working on the issues of my people! But I wouldn't trade being Empress Queen for anything in the world! I've gotten to attend so many balls, debates, etc. and I've met so many new people! It's great! And about my loss, thank you for your condolences, and you may come help or just come and visit any time you wish! But, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll change into something more comfortable for dancing!"
When Bekkah returned, she was wearing a tight, white dress:

[Glamour]

The Diva takes to the stage and speaks:

"Thank you for that incredible performance. We have just witnessed the synchronisation of the heavens and the Earth, each of which abide together as one universe. Within that one universe, we are one planet, represented and gathered in one nation, but yet we pursue different causes and hold differing beliefs. The purpose of this Global Ball, ladies and gentlemen, as initiated by The United Regions of Verona, is to bring together and assimilate differing beliefs into one coherent system for the good of all humanity - one entity which manifests in many diverse and beautiful forms. I encourage all of you to approach not only those with whom you are familiar, but also those with whom you have differences, since it is the spectrum of difference between nations that allows for the varied existence of this beautiful planet. Glamour also encourages the optimal nurturing of all creeds, races and types of people, and the nurturing of the planet so that we may express our contrasts in a way that is creative and in harmony with the progression of the natural order. It is true that destruction breeds reformation and creation, but at this point in our history, the power that is in our hands is so great that to use it for destruction would herald the total ceasing of our own race and its capacity for creation. We are at a pivotal time in human history, and although the stars will continue unperturbed in the absence of the inhabitants of our pale blue dot, it is for the reason that we have come out of stardust that we should strive to be stars ourselves, and to illuminate the world with the light of peace, which comes in many different colours, but in any case is one brilliant white ray. It is a ray that can be projected from this room, out into the world, if power is used as a tool for good rather than for darkness. Darkness is everywhere in the universe, but even though we are only confined to a pale blue dot, the light that we can generate will surely be seen as a cornerstone for progress and humanity from every angle of the cosmos. I now cordially extend the Cocoa Leaf of welcome to all of you, and invite you to do the same to each other, so that many branches can extend throughout the one tree of life, and it can continue to grow as nature intended, instead of being uprooted and destroyed because of its own dehydration. Many winters are to come, but hand in hand with them is the march of the nascent spring, which will always lead to the logical conclusion at the root of our very nature when it is wiped clean of selfish influences - an eternal summer of the soul, and a flourishing and blossoming of the human race. Let us now eat, drink and be merry, while also holding in our hearts those who have no food and are suffering. The lower and higher tones are necessary for music to occur, but the music of the spheres is a hum of meditative stillness and equilibrium. The same harmonic resonance should be our aim here tonight."

The Diva raises her glass in a toast and leaves the stage.

[United Regions of Verona]

LAZIA

Lazia smile did not change, albeit it was genuine this time. Her face relaxed from the usual serious that she had worn for so many years, and continued chatting. "When we set up the Global Ball, we didn't expect this kind of... Glamour. It was meant to be more of a formal ball, this seems quite astray from the initial plans. But it does seem fun, I must agree," she quickly glanced around, and her voice became quieter, "Verona isn't doing well in Bastalva. We're at war with Teramore, albeit we now control about 92% of their former lands, and we have the support of the major Bastalvan nations. But normal Bastalvans are getting annoyed with Verona, since we have a enormous presence on the continent. We have numerous satellite states, such as Republik den Jokago and Veronan Union of Kostanga, and many others. Normal people are scared that soon Verona will invade them, as done in the past, and such they;re trying to get us out ASAP. That's going against our plans, which are... Uhm... To invade a lot of Bastalva. There's supposed to be a lot of oil in south east Bastalva, around Koennigan,"

[Glamour]

Following the Diva's speech, many towers of Glamazonian champagne and rows upon rows of buffet tables wheel themselves into the Saffronian Theatre of Botanical and Natural Art, being directed in perfect synchronisation to arrange into a flower of life pattern around the venue, ensuring mathematically equidistant locations of the food and drink. Fountains of chocolate are activated, and bushes are moved on articulated platforms to reveal harpists, xylophonists, pianists, acoustic guitarists, brass and string sections, lit by spotlights, who are to play music for dancing and appreciation for the duration of the Ball. Specialist national cuisines and drinks have been specially imported and are available at the bar as well as lining the tables.

The first piece is a tango, and is designed to start the proceedings without hesitation. Around the room, many attendees take to the dancefloor, a process which is started by professional Glamazonian dancers, made and dressed to appear as inconspicuous guests.